The wind on the autumn night is getting colder and colder. Qingliu stands straight on the top of the mountain, wearing a body like a moonlight, with a cold look on his face.

The waiting is so long that it makes people panic for no reason.

Under the dark sky in the distance, the huge stone wall of the Dingkun Formation stands silently, and the Jinghu Lake is like a huge black gem inlaid in it, deep and yet profound.

Qing Liu took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, a sound of breaking through the air came from above his head. He suddenly looked up and saw a dark auspicious cloud floating from afar. A tall man with a tall crown and cold expression stood on the cloud, looked at him with a contempt and said with a straight eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

The man was filled with heavy pressure, which made people dare not look directly at him. Qing Liu's legs were bent and kneeled down, and Pu Di said, "There is a change in Jinghu, so I urgently sent a message to the Immortal Lord."

The immortal descended from Yuntou, looked slightly towards Jinghu, frowned, and said, "Can he transform into a shape in autumn?"

Qingliu was sweating coldly, and her spine was cold, and she said panic: "Yes. The villain suddenly felt something a few days ago and rushed to Jinghu. He saw that the person inside was sitting on the water surface, very leisurely."

The Immortal Lord was furious and waved his hand to shoot down a light, hitting the ground in front of Qingliu, and exploded a big pit. Qingliu immediately fell to the ground and begged for forgiveness, not daring to look up.

"The villain knows that he has committed the crime of not investigating it. I hope the Immortal Lord will give him permission to make meritorious service."

The immortal master swept his cold eyes, and Qingliu felt as heavy as he carried Wufangshan to his body. He could not breathe for a moment and vomited blood in his mouth.

He stretched out his hand with all his might, pointed at the Immortal Lord from afar, begging, "Immortal Lord for your life."

The Immortal Lord didn't even want to look at him, so he brushed his sleeves and flew towards Jinghu.

In the Zhenlong Temple, incense was rippling, as if someone was leading it, crossing the Dingkun Formation and floating towards the Jinghu Lake.

Incense? Enjoy the mortal sacrifice, no wonder the people in the lake have greatly increased their skills!

The immortal's heart was shocked. He flew into the temple while the night was dark and saw the golden statue of the real dragon worshipped by the temple. He took a few steps back in shock.

It turned out to be a real dragon? Why do they want to worship the real dragon? The people in the lake are obviously not a real dragon, so why does incense surge into the lake?

The Immortal Lord couldn't figure it out, so he had to return to the top of the Wufang Mountain. Looking at Qingliu who remained as if it was fainted on the ground, resentment swept through his eyes.

He got off the Feiyun and fired a soft golden light, which fell on Qingliu. After a while, Qingliu slowly opened his eyes.

The Immortal Lord stood with his hands behind his back, suppressing the impulse to kill the unfavorable work with one palm, and asked in a deep voice: "What's going on? Why is there a True Dragon Monastery dedicated to the people in the lake?"

Qingliu's eyes were dissipated. He heard this sound and forced himself to kneel down, saying, "Last year, a person from Xuanmen traveled here, personally tried the power of Dingkun Formation and was injured by it. At that time, a similar roar of dragons came out in the lake. Those mortals thought it was a real dragon in the lake and came to bow and worship."

"There is such a thing? Why don't you send a message early?"

Qingliu felt the pressure of mountains again, and his back was lowered a little bit, almost using his heart and lungs to speak. He uttered a few words with difficulty and said, "The villain thought that nothing was wrong. It was just a temple."

"Waste!" The Immortal Lord didn't even wave his hand. Qing Liu seemed to have been hit by a thunderous blow and crashed heavily into the trees behind him, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and was dying.

The Immortal Lord still couldn't help but actually grabbed the black fox's neck by himself.

"Destroy that temple, by any means."

Qing Liu's face turned pale, but after being pinched by his neck, his face suddenly turned red.

He wanted to speak, but could only spit out a mouthful of blood foam. After a few breaths, his chest was swollen and bulging, as if it was about to explode.

At this time, the Immortal Lord let go of his hand, threw him to the ground, and stepped onto the flying clouds again.

"Immortal Lord!" Qingliu used all his strength and struggled and said, "The temple was built by the royal family. I am afraid it is incompetent."

This is the truth.

Originally, the temple is a place where righteousness lasts forever, overwhelming the demonic energy on Qingliu. In addition, the plaque made by the royal family, the temple is equivalent to enjoying the protection of fairies that protect the royal family. How could a fairy like Qingliu destroy it?

This is an extremely dangerous move. If Qingliu is useless, the Immortal Lord might have to carry his hand to kill this vixen who is just a thousand-year-old Taoist practice.

The Immortal Lord really raised his hand, and was about to scatter his soul and body with one blow, when he suddenly heard a strange and sharp sound scale coming from a distance, and in a blink of an eye it reached his side.

This sound was like a heavy hammer hitting the ear, making people tear their minds and indulged in pain.

The Immortal Lord was not prepared enough, and was actually unstable by this sound. He had to use the immortal covers all over his body to isolate the demon sound in order to gain a foothold.

Wufang Mountain was like a strong wind blew, with dead branches and leaves rising one after another, and birds flew in shock. The lights of Mingshan Village at the foot of Wufang Mountain were lit up one after another, and everyone was woken up by this noise. After screaming a few times, they were so scared that they dared not fall asleep.

A white light flashed on the dark water surface of Jinghu, as if a carp had just stepped out of the water. The immortal's gaze was suddenly attracted by it. After thinking a little, he flew over to Jinghu.

The water surface of the 400-mile Jinghu Lake is as flat as a mirror. Bai Bing stands proudly in the middle of the lake. He looks at the figure hanging in the air from afar and smiles: "It turns out to be Venerable Xuanji. An old friend comes from afar and doesn't even come to see me first. He is extremely rude and has the style of a fairy family."

Master Xuanji didn't say a word, just looking at Bai Bing from a distance.

A white robe wrapped around, long silver wrapped around the wind, her eyebrows and eyes were cold, and her mouth was smiling. How could she look like a thousand-year-old prisoner?

Venerable Xuanji was frightened and silently summoned the magic weapon, the flowing qin - a five-string guqin with soft wood color, which was horizontally placed in front of him, and placed his hands on it, ready to deal with Bai Bing's moves at any time.

Bai Bing seemed to be really entertaining his friend who was coming from afar, sat cross-legged on the water and said leisurely: "It's really a fairy-like style to show off his methods in such a hurry."

The Master Xuanji's eyebrows and eyes trembled, his hands moved, the strings trembled violently, and the sound of the piano roared towards Bai Bing with the power that swept the world!

The first step is to take the death-taking method, the strongest sound of the flowing zither, the sound of Shura!

However, facing the strongest attack of the venerable of the Immortal Realm, Bai Bing still looked ahead as calmly as if he was enjoying the night lake view. Until the front end of the sound wave was still half a foot away from him, he gently raised his hand.

In an instant, the quiet lake boiled.

Thousands of water droplets rushed towards his hands, and in a moment they gathered into a huge water curtain that could be comparable to Dingkun Formation. It seemed extremely weak and vulnerable, but it firmly blocked the sound waves behind the water curtain, and the water surface was covered with fine ripples.

The Immortal Xuanji was stunned and knew he was unable to defeat him. He immediately flew out of Jinghu Lake. As soon as he approached the Dingkun Formation, the fine water curtain as dense as rain had already arrived in front of him.

boom!

With a huge impact, the Immortal Xuanji was thrown on the Dingkun Formation.
Chapter completed!