Chen Qingniu wanted to slap him, but he didn't dare to slap his banished immortal's face. He slap his little buttocks after years of observation. However, today he endured it first and ordered Xie Shiji: "Capture the thief first, capture the king, and we will take the head down first."

"Zhou."

Xie Shiji said softly.

The short spear in her hand stretched out, and the 1-meter-breaking immortal spear showed a peerless edge. With her figure and body, even the deputy leader of the Prime Minister's Sect who had been hit by a spear was guilty.

Chen Qingniu used the "Black Whale Water Swallowing Technique" refined and improved by Wang Jiao. His arms were swaying black smoke, his eyes were red and yellow, shining brightly. He rushed towards Xu Zuodao, who held the soul-swallowing banner in his hand, and his sword energy in his hand, and he was disgraced at Xu Zuodao. Xu Zuodao is worthy of being a great monk who has been practicing Taoism for nearly half a thousand years. His qualifications and bones are average, but his chances are good. He gave birth to a Yuanying on his head and a elixir god in his belly. He is in harmony with the soul-swallowing banner, and no longer hides too much. In an instant, countless skulls were piled up.

The yellow smoke pounced on Chen Qingniu, and the black smoke and white sword lights intertwined, and the roaring sounds were endless. Chen Qingniu was barely a swordsman's cultivation, but he was a hero who fought a protracted battle. He was not afraid of pain and wanted to die with Xu Zuodao. Occasionally, a ghost broke through the sword energy, but could not get close to him. Chen Qingniu had a fire dragon pearl in his mouth, which was pure and yang, and was born to restrain the filth. Xu Zuodao laughed instead of anger. He planned to use wheel battles to exhaust the kid later, and he must search for it carefully, and maybe he would gain a lot.

Over there, Xie Shiji killed all directions.

The black robe was broken, revealing a body of Kui armor.

There were more than a dozen holes in the body of the deputy sect leader that could not stop blood. In terms of martial arts cultivation, the two were almost the same, and he was even one-line higher, but he could not withstand Xie Shiji's treasures. The immortal-breaking gun hurt people very deeply, Kui armor protected his body very well, and twelve red lotus karma fires surrounded him, which made the deputy sect leader who was good at melee fighting so angry that he vomited blood.

"Start the formation."

Xu Zuodao shouted.

More than a hundred monks in the sky stood in a fixed position, forming a slightly messy and rough formation, waiting for an opportunity to move.

The Prime Minister's Sect is known as the 500 monks, but only one-quarter of them can enter the hall with feather energy and wind. However, this scale is a top sect in Lingzhou.

Huang Donglai simply sat on the Great Sage Yiyin, shook his feet, and said with a sly look on his face: "Come and beg me, come and beg me, call me a few more times to save you, hum. After borrowing the Great Sage Yiyin and sitting on the throne of the guest, he dared not stew a pot of broth for eight years to repay me. This time, I want you to suffer a little."

Chen Qingniu was miserable and was not afraid of his life, but the other party seemed to have teasing intentions. He needed to change his sword and could not do it in one go. He could not reach the level of swords that flowed ten thousand miles away. Xu Zuodao was also cunning and planned to surround him with yellow smoke and ghost mist. The formation slowly started. The spearhead seemed to be himself. As a lotus slave, Wang Jiao stood in place without any grief or joy. The uncle Huang Donglai above his head was just not enough to eat stew and watch the show. Chen Qingniu gritted his teeth and fell rapidly. Since there was no advantage in fighting in the sky, he would not pursue the style of a bullshit master. Everyone rolled on the ground.

Xu Zuodao did not stop Chen Qingniu's body and smiled sinisterly.

Before Chen Qingniu could land on both feet, the formation known as Huangquan finally started after the transition was completed. Ten thousand arrows were fired in the sky and the ground, and eighteen weapons and sword lights formed a net of heaven and earth, gushing towards Chen Qingniu.

Formation is originally pursuing the energy storage machine. The bigger the formation, the harder it is to integrate, but the power naturally increases. The Prime Minister's Sect is known as 500 disciples, and only one-half of them participate in the Huangquan Formation. However, the formation of two or three hundred people is already a terrifying formation within a country. With such a huge scale, it is basically the finale formation of small and medium sects, and is specially used to fight against mortal enemies.

Wang Jiao was slightly moved.

Xie Shiji's eyes opened in anger, and a hint of anger appeared on his dark face. The Breaking Immortal Spear suddenly produced tiny purple thunders. The Red Lotus Fate exploded and shot the caught off guard as a sting. Xie Shiji picked up the reckless monk who was the most brave in Dongyin Mountain in the air. He pulled it out quickly, not giving the deputy sect leader a chance to breathe, and stabbed him again and again. He continued to stab a large eight-foot man into countless

The hole was covered in blood and flesh, and there was no such thing as the first naked upper body that was born out of nowhere. Xie Shiji still refused to give up. One shot was faster than the other shot, and one shot was as powerful as a thousand pounds. The top martial artist in the world was known as the undefeated Vajra, and his internal organs were as hard as gold and stone. However, the black gun was named Breaking Immortal. The head of the gun had been soaked in the extreme ice abyss for a hundred years. The gun body contained several thunders. If one shot pierced, even the gold and stone would be destroyed and broken.

Zhou Ya didn't know how many times he called him "Dad" sadly, but it was useless. His father's fate was terrible and he was stabbed more than a hundred guns in the blink of an eye.

The dust settled here, and Chen Qingniu smiled miserably when he saw that he was in death. He never looked at Wang Jiao and Huang Donglai since the battle. He said, "The turtle donkey Qiuqiu, my ability to put out so quickly. The world is really dangerous. No wonder Mr. Chen is playing a big game here."

I saw Chen Qingniu and the golden rooster stand alone, and lightly tilted his toes.

A purple gold lotus bud appeared under his feet, stretching and then blooming.

Then the second flower, ten, hundreds, thousands, thousands, and thousands, are connected, and the magnificent flower spreads out.

Lotus all over the sky, boundless.

All Taoist magic, weapons, magic tricks, disappear as soon as you touch a lotus.

The same is true for the soul of the monk, but his body is not damaged at all, and the picture is strange.

Lotus covered the entire Dongyin Mountain. In an instant, apart from the more active cultivators, they abandoned the battle and ran away for hundreds of miles. The more than 200 weak cultivators who had failed to do well in their power were all scattered and their bodies were gone.

After Xie Shiji smashed the deputy sect leader to shatter the soul, because he lived in the same lineage of red lotus karma fire, the purple gold Baolian did not harm her. Wang Jiao and Huang Donglai are the land sword immortals with the highest sword. Although they are first-class, they are enough to resist the power of Baolian. The two women stand on the sword. Wang Jiao has no expression on his face, Huang Donglai has a complicated expression, a little surprised, a little angry, and a hint of imperceptible regret.

Chen Qingniu, who came from a market and mistakenly entered the immortal family, was not afraid of death, but was also the most afraid of death.

Therefore, before going down the mountain, he would not hesitate to store a purple qi that is enough to match the fortune of the Lotus Peak before he went down the mountain. He was originally used to slowly feed the eight dragons in his body, or to make a shocking reversal in the realm of death. Unexpectedly, Qing'e Mountain was forced out in just two or three days.

Chen Qing's qi transformed from extreme prosperity to extreme decline, and black blood oozed out of his seven orifices.

Hanging cross-legged in the air, the "Baidi Yin Fu Sutra" that he swallowed had long been integrated into one, and seemed to be moved by the purgatory Dongyin Mountain. Chen Qingniu occasionally realized something, grabbed a trace of spiritual communication and entered into a state of concentration.

"Weapons are the weapons of the country. The sages are careful of my arms."

"If heaven and earth are not kind, they regard all things as straw dogs; if saints are not kind, they regard the people as straw dogs. If I am self-reliant, all saints of heaven and earth can be straw dogs."

"If you do nothing, everything can be done. Can the Tao be told? If I come to Tao, it is Tao."

Hundreds of martial artists in the Prime Minister's Sect were idle, and the Dongyin Mountain style of the faint fortune flowed into Chen Qing Niu Lingtai.

Wang Jiao sighed: "Born to be a slaughter of man."

Huang Donglai, who had been watching the fire from the other side of the river, stood up and left with his sword.

When Chen Qing Niu head turned around, he was trapped in such a mysterious realm, just like a poet who tasted tea and delicacies, and was deeply trapped in it. He was crazily absorbed heroic souls and luck according to the "Black Whale Devouring Water" and ordinary monks may be able to bear such heroic souls, but luck is the most double-edged sword. Moreover, it is definitely not something that can be absorbed by "Black Whale Devouring Water". Even "Black Whale Devouring Sun" cannot do it. Only a monster like Chen Qingniu who lives in the eight heavenly dragons can open the door, unscrupulous, and not afraid of being contaminated with cause and effect immediately, because the eight dragons can digest all kinds of good fortunes and misfortunes. However, these have nothing to do with Chen Qingniu. The benefits are not without them. It is still hopeful to die with a strong enemy. In addition, Chen Qingniu can not get any substantial benefits, and he devotes his energy to serving the dog, who is more delicate than the largest master in Liulifang - the immortal weapon.

Wang Jiao settled behind Chen Qingniu and whispered: "Too much is not enough, stop."

Chen Qingniu ignored it.

Wang Jiao frowned and said, "First, your body's qi shrinks and rises, and you may not be able to bear it. Second, if you don't leave, Guanyin zodiac may investigate this matter. It is difficult to cover up the case when you steal the Immortal Vein of the Lotus Peak."

Chen Qingniu Tun's movements kept moving, opened his eyes and sneered: "There is no need for life and death to be exhausted. Hey, I think that the banished immortal has never been hungry in the past nine lifetimes."

Wang Jiao frowned even more.

Xie Shiji stood beside Chen Qingniu, and felt a little hostile to Wang Jiao.

Chen Qingniu said pale and said, "Shiji, go to the cave of the Prime Minister's Sect on the peak and take away all the valuable things. Find a carriage. Let's take a carriage to Liangzhou. If you can't load a carriage, you can get another one. By the way, don't just pick up the road parts and bring some gold and jade. I'll be useful when I arrive in Liangzhou."

Xie Shiji carried a cloth bag on his back for half an hour and said apologizing: "After a while, the collection of the sect was snatched away by some monks who secretly sneaked back. I killed a few of them before I collected some of them. The carriage was ready."

Chen Qingniu staggered up, waved his hand and said freely: "Put yourself in your shoes. If it were me, I would come back and take some help. Let's go, get on the carriage, and then open your bags and loot those treasures after seeing them. As the head of dozens of cultivation sects in Lingzhou, the prime minister's sect should not be attracted by the Dharma."

Chen Qingniu followed Xie Shiji to the outside of the pavilion at the top of the peak. A bluestone road leading to the foot of the mountain was spacious and flat, and could accommodate two carriages, hanging a plaque of chandeliers and squatting two stone lions, which was no different from the residence of the secular princes and princes. It was indeed the prime minister in the mountains. There were corpses everywhere along the way. Chen Qingniu and Xie Shiji both had indifferent eyes. The horses were the ones from thousands, with strong and strong chests, which were even better than the Qingzhou military horses that were famous for the famous Suzaku. Chen Qingniu took the carriage and turned to see Wang Jiao following him. He smiled and said, "Exiled Immortal, why not take advantage of this chaos to go to Longhu Mountain?"
Chapter completed!