Seeing the two people fighting inextricably in the formation, Zen Master Xiaoyue couldn't help but feel a little itchy. His biggest wish was to have an open and fair fight with Qi Shuming. In the past, he was suppressed everywhere because of the lack of treasures, but now he has three pieces.

Tianfu's rare treasures, coupled with the broken jade hook of his ancient treasures, he is confident that he is not weaker than Qi Shuming in terms of magic weapons, so he seems full of confidence.

"Senior Gray Robe, I don't know which of the two in the formation has a greater chance of winning. How long will the fight last?" Zen Master Xiaoyue approached the gray robe clone and asked in a low voice.

"Looking at this situation, I'm afraid it's not good for the Heavenly King. Unfortunately, because of the death of the Invisible Lord, the Heavenly King has too much hatred towards Yan Yumu and Jiang Xuejun, master and disciple, and I'm afraid he will perish here today." The gray-robed clone said helplessly.

"How is this possible? Shang Heyang is the leader of the Eastern Demon Cult. He has strong magic power, a magic treasure in his hand, and many trump cards. Now the two of them are still in a deadlock. If Shang Heyang is pressed, he will use his weapon to kill.

Zhao, can't you still win a Jiang Xuejun?"

"It's because he hasn't used his killing move yet that he can maintain this indifferent situation. That Yan Yumu is the one who has achieved the power of the Golden Immortal. He plotted against Venerable Wu Xing, causing him to die.

Under the catastrophe, how could it be that Shang Heyang would have a life-and-death battle with his disciples? What cards does Shang Heyang have? I'm afraid that Yan Laimu has already figured it out. After listening to it, come closer

In the past few years, with the help of his master, Jiang Xuejun has mastered several demon-refining treasures? I'm afraid there are some means to target Shang Heyang."

"Even so, why don't we take the initiative to admit defeat? This way we can save the life of the Heavenly King." Zen Master Xiaoyue had a good impression of the Wugui Heavenly King and hoped to save his life.

The gray-robed clone lowered his head and thought about Zen Master Xiaoyue's suggestion. To be honest, it would be more beneficial for Xu Feiniang to let Shang Heyang die here, because in this way Xu Feiniang could absorb half of Shang Heyang's luck for herself.

When used, the cultivation level will increase faster.

But Xu Feiniang couldn't overcome the hurdle in her heart, because Shang Heyang was also invited by Xu Feiniang to come to Ciyun Temple to help out. Even though the other party felt a little sorry, Xu Feiniang gritted her teeth and decided to follow Zen Master Xiaoyue's instructions.

The suggestion was made to save Shang Heyang's life.

But at this moment, Yang Jian spoke, "Let's forget it, Xiaoyue, let me ask you, it is indeed you and Qi Shuming who are present, and I found that you had almost no chance of winning the battle with Qi Shuming, so I stopped you from fighting with Qi Shuming.

Fighting, would you agree?"

"It's impossible that Qi Shuming and I are irreconcilable. No one can stop us!" Zen Master Xiaoyue almost blurted out and expressed his inner thoughts. Then he realized what he was doing and thought that the person in front of him was a powerful person who could injure Master Jie Le. He spoke like this.

It's really disrespectful.

"Senior Baipao, forgive me, I, I'm not..."

Yang Jian waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter. I know the grudge between you and Qi Shuming, and I don't intend to stop it. But if you think about it the same way, Shang Heyang and Yan Laimu have a deep hatred for each other. Do you think you will agree to let him admit defeat?

?"

"this……"

Zen Master Xiaoyue was silent and compared his feelings with his own. If the people present in the formation were himself and Qi Shuming, what would he do? After realizing that he had a low chance of winning, would he take the initiative to admit defeat? No, absolutely not! Even if it was only

Even if there is a slight chance of winning, I will fight Qi Shuming even if I pay the price of my life, to prove to the master that you made a mistake in choosing Qi Shuming.

The conversation between Zen Master Xiaoyue and Yang Jian was heard by a group of demons behind them. They looked at Shang Heyang in the formation, with regret in their eyes. This fellow demon sect member was probably about to perish here.

Yang Jian could see it, and so could the Emei sect's Jie Le Zhenren, Yan Yumu and the other righteous masters. Winning the first battle would boost their morale, and they would all smile.

Gradually, the situation in the formation began to change, because Jiang Xuejun, Monk Shang and Yang were both arrogant and arrogant people. At first, one of them used a flying fork and the other used a flying sword to fight against the enemy. Neither of them was willing to use the other first.

The magic weapon, the golden rainbow blood shadow were twisted together and became a mess. However, when Jiang Xuejun's fairy sword emitted the demon-refining flame and transformed into the demon-god light, Shang Heyang began to lose.

Although Shang Heyang's blood fork is also constantly spewing out thick demonic fire and poisonous flames, the poisonous fire he refined is the direct descendant of Venerable Wu Xing and is unique among all sects. It crackles with the demon-transforming divine light.

, but because of restraint, it began to be suppressed.

Shang Heyang finally couldn't help it any longer, and used the secret technique of his Eastern Demon Cult to create a huge skeleton out of thin air, like a skinned head, dripping with blood, with deep-set eye sockets. Two small hands stretched out from the eye sockets, each holding his head.

He opened an eyeball with bright red pupils, and shot out streaks of blood shadow divine light. Back then, Venerable Wu Xing used this method to fight Yan Yumu from a distance, and Yan Yumu suffered a lot.

The skeleton opened its mouth, and its jaw seemed to fall off. The fangs stood densely in its mouth, and billowing demonic flames and black smoke spewed out of its throat as it bit Jiang Xuejun viciously.

Jiang Xuejun first used his spell on Shang Heyang. With a proud smile on his face, he shouted loudly and used the magical power taught by Yan Yumu to form a big golden hand, wrapping around countless thunder snakes, two of them.

The pupils were bright red, and streaks of bloody divine light shot out. There was a sound of thunder, and it flew into the air to grab the bloody skeleton.

With a crackling sound, the bloody divine light from the skull's eyes was directly shattered by the thunderbolt wrapped around the big hand. Then it broke through the rolling magic flames, grabbed the skeleton, squeezed hard, and there was a clicking sound.

There was a sound, cracks appeared on the skull, and then it shattered with a snap, and the big golden hand also dispersed.

Shang Heyang's magic was broken, and he immediately suffered a backlash. He felt a splitting headache. He let out a shocking roar from his mouth, cast the spell with all his strength, and kneaded with his hands. In an instant, another magic weapon rushed out of his body.

This treasure of Shang Heyang is very weird. It looks like a stone tablet and a pagoda. It is a hundred feet high and is vaguely divided into seven layers. It is densely engraved with countless red and black magic scripts as small as mosquitoes and flies.

Red and black flames emerged from it, swirling into a flame, but it was the golden pillar of demon fire, the most precious treasure of the Eastern Demon Sect!

Jiang Xuejun yelled angrily and made a hand gesture with both hands, like holding up a mountain high up. With a thunderous sound that shook the earth, the golden hand appeared again, holding up the golden pillar of demonic fire from below!

The two sides were in a stalemate for a moment, but the golden hand was finally defeated. It was smashed into pieces with a crash, and the explosion spread out and continued to hit Jiang Xuejun.

Jiang Xuejun hurriedly took out a scissors-shaped magic weapon. Many people know that Jiang Xuejun is very powerful. With two swords and one fairy scissors, he can kill gods and ghosts when he encounters them. He is invincible. He can kill heretical monsters just like cutting grass and vegetables. With two swords, he is invincible.

We have already seen that this fairy scissors magic weapon is Jiang Xuejun's other magic weapon for conquering demons, the Tianlong scissors.

Tianlong Jianji took off into the air, turned into two golden dragons and flew towards the Demonic Fire Golden Banner, head to head and tail to tail. Originally, he wanted to cut it off, but the Demonic Fire Golden Banner was not a mortal thing. The two

The golden dragon could only entangle it and forcibly stop its falling, forming a stalemate.

Yang Jian saw the magic weapon used by Jiang Xuejun outside the formation, and a strange look appeared on his face hidden in the white robe. Why did he feel that this August was a bit like the legendary golden dragon scissors in prehistoric mythology, although in terms of power, it was not as powerful as the legendary ones.

The golden dragon was a million miles away, but on the surface it looked much more majestic. After all, the golden dragon was one level higher than the golden dragon.

Shang Heyang, the King of Five Ghosts, was extremely horrified. He did not expect that his most proud treasure would be blocked. He thought that when he was performing magic on the top of the Alps, a small mountain was shattered and collapsed with a single blow from the golden pillar of magic fire.

, was completely smoothed out, but there was nothing a pair of scissors could do.

"How could this happen? I don't believe it. It's just that you can't deal with that old thief Yan Yumu. You can't even defeat her apprentice. If you can't avenge your teacher, how can you have the dignity to live in this world?"

Shang Heyang's face became extremely ferocious at this moment, and there was a flaw in his heart. He was suddenly invaded by an external demon. Regardless of how many breaths of essence he spat out, his magic power surged out like a tide, and the surface magic text on the golden pillar of magic fire changed.

Turning into whirlpools, countless red and black demonic fires spurted out like rainstorms and meteors. The surrounding area of ​​thousands of feet turned into a sea of ​​fire. Then the scattered flames turned into countless fire dragons, fire phoenixes, fire snakes, and fire horses.

, Fire Monkeys... densely packed and difficult to measure, they rushed towards the two golden dragons, intending to directly consume their mana and energy.

However, Jiang Xuejun did not want to continue to be entangled with Shang Heyang. She formed a seal with her hands and two golden dragons wandered around the golden pillar of magic fire.

The golden dragon silk made of Tianlong Shears is not afraid of being burned by the demonic fire. It rushes through the wave of flames, cutting those flame beasts into two pieces and dissipating away. What's even more terrible is that the golden dragon exudes the light of the demon refining god, which is very powerful against the demonic fire golden banner.

Great restraint.

Shang Heyang was unwilling to fail and spit out a mouthful of blood. Under the stimulation of magic power, not only the red and black flames erupted from the Demonic Fire Golden Pillar became more and more powerful, but the Demonic Fire Golden Pillar itself also grew larger and larger.

The continuous flapping pushed the Demonic Fire Golden Building forward. It looked like it was pushing an ancient sacred mountain, moving forward unstoppably! It hit Jiang Xuejun again.

Seeing Shang Heyang's appearance, Jiang Xuejun was also horrified, "Does this demon want his life? He doesn't hesitate to consume blood and essence to activate the demon treasure. Even if he wins in the end, he will lose half his life, or he wants to put his life aside."

If you die and live again, huh, I will only be afraid of you!"

Two big hands of golden light appeared and shot out continuously, breaking through the outer force field of the demonic fire golden pillar and blasting onto the main body.

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

A series of roars came out, and handprints appeared one after another on the golden pillar of magic fire. The countless whirlpools of magic text vibrated at the same time. Amidst the loud buzzing sound, extremely powerful power was emitted, constantly colliding with the big golden hand.

"Bitch, let me give you a taste of my Seven Emotions and Rotten God Net!"

Shang Heyang's figure swayed, and a large black net rushed out from his body, filled with endless black smoke, and hooded his head towards Jiang Xuejun. Countless poisonous insects swarmed out of it, including scorpions, centipedes, poisonous snakes, geckos, and seven

Xiu, spider, and golden silkworm are exactly seven kinds, corresponding to the seven emotions of human beings. Each of the seven kinds of poisonous insects spits out poisonous smoke, which is colorful and gorgeous.

These poisonous insects are not real poisonous insects, but the true form of the seven emotions of happiness, anger, worry, sadness, fear, and shock. They are combined with the invisible and formless devil, and they use the seven emotions as a breakthrough temptation.

The depravity of human beings is so unpredictable that it is impossible to prevent them. Unless the Seven Emotions Network is directly broken or Shang Heyang is killed, they can be born endlessly without end.

This Seven Emotions Network attack method is not like ordinary magic weapons. It needs to be touched by a person to be effective. As long as it is seen, heard, or felt, it will naturally arouse the deepest seven emotions in the monk's heart.

Mo Lisheng is extremely powerful!

Although Jiang Xuejun has been practicing for hundreds of years, she has a straightforward and fiery temperament. Her Taoist heart is not firm, and her seven emotions can be triggered immediately. Dozens of evil demon shadows appear out of thin air in her sea of ​​consciousness, and she spits demons out of her mouth.

Fire will incinerate her.

"Ding-a-ling, jingle-a-ling!"

A pleasant ringtone came and made Jiang Xuejun wake up from sleep, but it was the result of a string of bells on her hand.

The bell was specially made by her master Yan Yumu and put on her hand. Once a formless demon attacks, the bell can immediately sound a warning. However, this kind of demon is invisible and cannot directly cause harm to people.

It all depends on the heart, but if you want to surrender, you can only rely on a Taoist heart. No matter how much magic power you have, you can't defend her, and all external magic weapons are useless. The bell can only play a supporting role to help her.

Firmly believing that she could not delay for long, Beibei was horrified and hurriedly took out a silent divine thunder refined by her master Yan Yumu and smashed it out.

The divine thunder was silent but extremely powerful. A large hole was blown out of the Qiqing Network, and many of the poisonous demons above were also blasted into pieces. Jiang Xuejun took the opportunity to get out of it.

"Death to the old demon!" Jiang Xuejun suffered a big loss and was invaded by the evil demon. He had to fight quickly and threw three more silent thunders at Shang Heyang.

The Demonic Fire Golden Pillar was entangled in the Tianlong Scissors and could not be retrieved for a while. Shang Heyang could only recall the Qiqing Network's defense in a hurry. Three more holes appeared silently on the network. As a result, the Qiqing Network was destroyed.

Most of them are unable to imprison the demons. Magical weapons are always extremely dangerous, especially those like Qiqing that attract the demons to forcibly imprison them and keep them for their own use. It is good to be able to control the demons at ordinary times. Once they cannot control them, the demons will inevitably bite them back. This fashion and

Yang, some demons broke away from the Seven Emotions Network, got into Shang Heyang's body, and began to bite back.

The people on the demonic side saw that something was wrong, and the black-robed clone hurriedly said: "We have lost this battle! How about releasing them from the battle?"

Because this formation was set up jointly by both parties, if the formation is not destroyed directly, both parties must take action at the same time to release the people in the formation.

Qi Shuming said calmly: "This matter depends on the decision of the person involved! Heavenly King, Taoist friend in black robe said that you lose this time, do you agree?"

If it were in the past, Shang Heyang's IQ was above average, he would definitely choose to admit defeat. After all, the green hills are still there, and he is not afraid of running out of firewood. As long as people are still alive, there is hope.

However, because his obsession with revenge against Master Yan Yuemu was too deep in his heart, and now he was backlashed by the demon, he was in a daze, unable to recognize the situation, what was true and what was false. When he heard Qi Shuming's words, he shouted sharply: "Who loses? I

When did you lose? Today I will kill the little bitch Jiang Xuejun first, and then I will settle the score with Yan Yumu. If you cannot avenge your master, you will never become enlightened. Let’s see how this heavenly king can’t destroy you!”

Qi Shuming looked helplessly at the black-robed clone, "The King refuses to admit defeat, so there is nothing I can do about it."

Shang Heyang was already unconscious at this time, and Jiang Xuejun took the opportunity to form a golden hand to restrain him. Then two sword lights flashed through, and Shang Heyang's body was chopped into three pieces. At the same time, the demonic flames continued to burn,
Chapter completed!