Looking at Yao Xuanbing's death, Pang Feng had no mercy or nostalgia.

The love that has been with you for hundreds of years seems worthless compared to Pang Feng's life.

Besides, Pang Feng didn't have time to mourn Yao Xuanbing.

The black beast hit Yao Xuanbing to death, but the beast body was not broken. It still had extremely powerful power. Suddenly, it fled forward and continued to rush to Pang Feng.

However, with the obstacle of Yao Xuanbing's shield, the lethality of the black beast is no longer as unstoppable as it was at the beginning, and Pang Feng also gained a short defense time.

Given that the black beast is huge and runs with wind and waves, it is too late to dodge, because before he escapes from the safe range, he will be sucked by the sound waves emitted from the black beast. Instead of doing so, it is better to defend on the spot, so the chance of survival will be higher.

He opened his mouth and spit out the "Tian Zhu Gun". Just as the spear was in front of him, the black beast had already hit the head of the gun. He suddenly felt a huge force like a mountain spreading over, pressing the gun body into a crescent shape.

He knew that life and death were hanging on the line. Once he could not hold on and was smashed by the black beast to pieces the spear, he would inevitably follow Yao Xuanbing's footsteps and die under the head-bump of the black beast.

At this moment of indifference, he suddenly raised his left palm and grabbed the void on the main peak of the Palace Guardian Sect. The black mist that originally filled the mountain disappeared instantly, turning into a long black pen, flying from the air, falling straight to his head.

As long as he releases the weak water energy in the pen and protects his body, even if the black beast destroys the spear, he can still ensure that his body is safe.

Unfortunately, Ding Xing looked at him in the scene of his imperial pen.

He did not practice the Wenzong hexagram method, and drove the weak water pen to practice through his own practice of the black water true energy, and did not completely control this pen treasure.

Ding Xing immediately used the weak water pen's finger hexagram to compete with him for ownership of the pen treasure. At the same time, he swept his sleeves and shot the crescent moon wheel out, preparing to cut off his connection with the "Tian Zhu Gun".

Pang Feng noticed that the weak water pen was shaking on the top of his head, no longer under his control, and the weak water in the pen could not be released, so he would not play a self-defense role.

It rained all night long.

The crescent moon wheel hit the sky again, suspending it over him. When he saw the moon halo released from the wheel, he couldn't help but be shocked: "It's over!"

This kind of moon halo magic power can capture magic weapons. His "Tian Zhu Gun" will soon be ineffective and will no longer be able to resist the black beast. He will undoubtedly die at that time.

But even though he fell to this point, he still had no sense of despair at the end of his journey.

I saw him forcefully at the center of his eyebrows, and a purple shuttle oozed out of his forehead, teleported through the air, and escaped dozens of miles away in one breath.

As soon as the purple shuttle escaped, his body seemed to be a shell with soul-lost. His eyes were closed and there was no breath. The magic power on the "Tianzhu Gun" disappeared instantly and was hit hard by the black beast. With a "puff!", the gun penetrated the chest of his body, pulled out a string of red blood beads, and flew back for a while before he was inserted into a grass at the foot of the mountain.

The black beast hit the flying spear body, but its power was still not lost. It hit Pang Feng's body with its head and continued to move forward, rushing forward with its head tightly until it rushed to a mountain several miles away, and the entire beast body was submerged halfway through the mountain.

Boom!

It sounded like a thunderclap sounded like a flat ground.

I saw that the spiritual peak, hundreds of feet high, collapsed in an instant under the impact of the black beast, and the black beast disappeared at this time.

The battle between the monks of the Purple Palace also came to an end.

Ding Xing used the clever means of "using force to fight the force" to force the two evil spirits of the Black Water to die tragically under their own magical powers, and eventually ended up with no corpse.

The ending was beyond everyone's expectations. In the crisis of devastating, the arch guards relied on Ding Xing to turn the tide, destroy the two evil spirits of the Black Water, and turn the world around in one fell swoop.

Once the news of this battle spreads, the position of the arch guards to dominate Duanjin Valley will be unshakable.

"Senior Yan!"

"We are willing to surrender, and we are willing to be slaves and servants, and we only hope that Senior Yan will not blame him in the past!"

"This time we attacked the mountain gate of the Gui Sect, we were all coerced by the two evil spirits of the Black Water. If we don't follow, we will have life worries. Please forgive me for offending crimes like the offense!"

Hundreds of disciples of the Ruoshui Sect, when they saw the fall of the Black Water Evil, knew that the defeat was decided, but they did not escape hastily, especially those disciples in the Xuanfei and Qi training stages, who dared not escape in front of the Zifu cultivators. This was undoubtedly more than seeking death, it would be better to surrender happily and perhaps get a chance to forgive.

They knelt on the ground and kowtowed each other, and shouted far away to Yan Wuque in the temple.

Yan Wuque responded coldly: "If someone who kills my disciples will punish him and apologize, he will be free from the pain of soul refining! Those who do not have murders on their hands will be given slave seals and serve my sect for a hundred years, and they will be free!"

After he finished speaking, the disciples behind him rushed out in full swing.

If there is someone who refuses to follow, he will die tragically without exception.

After these monks of Wushui Sect were dealt with, Yan Wuque summoned his disciples and stood in the temple together, waiting for Ding to wake up to return.

Just now, Pang Feng attached his soul to the purple shuttle and tried to teleport and escape. Ding Xing immediately chased after him. He would not give the other party a chance to take over the body and rebirth, and the consequences must be eliminated.

"Zhu Ding is back!"

The main peak was full of disciples of the arch guards. When they saw Ding Xing appear from afar, they shouted one after another.

Ding Xing went straight to Yan Wuque's temple and landed in front of a palace on the top of the mountain. Yan Wuque and dozens of confidants under him all gathered here.

Those trusted disciples knelt on the ground to worship, called "Zu Ding" and reported their names, hoping to leave an impression on Zu Ding.

Ding Xing didn't say much, shook his sleeves and signaled them to get up, and then followed Yan Wuque into the palace gate.

After sitting down, Yan Wuque laughed for a while, revealing his indulgent side.

When disciples were present earlier, he needed to maintain the majesty of the ancestor. At this time, he would have no restrictions when he talked about the past alone with Ding Xing.

"I thought that the mountain gate of the archery guards would definitely be broken by the Hei Shui Twins. I didn't expect that Brother Ding would come to support him at a critical moment. It seems that I opened up a hazy lake and hid the secret hall and the river under the lake, which was not a useless effort!"

He also seemed quite contented. It was precisely because he was sure that Ding Xing was still in the underworld that he opened up that 800-mile lake. Even if Ding Xing lived in seclusion for a hundred years, he still believed that Ding Xing had not left.

Today, Ding Xing's sudden appearance all proved his wisdom in making decisions.

After savoring the past a hundred years ago, Yan Wuque took out a treasure bag and handed it to Ding Xing: "This is the treasure of Pang Feng and Yao Xuanbing. The Heaven-Punishment and the Weak Water Pen are all in this bag. Brother Ding just now went to chase Pang Feng's soul, and I picked it up for you!"

Ding Xing was not polite either. He checked it in the treasure bag and found that in addition to the weak water pen, there was also a four-petal flower spiritual paper, and the fifth spiritual inscription from the Moon Paper Gate returned to his position.

A hundred years ago, Ding Xing sneaked into the pagoda at the bottom of the Kuhai River. In order not to disturb the Arhat in the Golden Eye Courtyard, he left the weak pen and Lingyin in the pagoda.

He has been practicing in seclusion for many years, thinking that with the Arhat guarding in the Golden Eye Courtyard, the treasure of the pagoda would not be lost. He unexpectedly was the two evil spirits of the Black Water to climb first.

He asked Yan Wuque: "I was in the lakeside mansion earlier. When I succeeded, I met a little disciple named Feng Caizhi. She told me that all the Chaoyuan period monks in the Jinjingyuan had moved away. How many arhats are left in the courtyard now?"

Yan Wuque shook his head: "No one left, in fact, the Golden Eye Academy has been destroyed! Didn't we go to find the Golden Eye Academy's blood a hundred years ago? This beast has a great life and escaped the roundup of the Golden Eye Academy. After the injury recovered, it came back. However, this time it changed its strategy and specialized in assassination. As a result, the Arhats were all scared away! By the way, there was a moon beast next to it!"
Chapter completed!