"Toxu! You are a demon! Demon!"

On the deck of the treasure ship.

He was covered in blood marks, his gray robe was covered in cloth strips, and his old face seemed to be an old man in the Nascent Soul Realm who had just rubbed back and forth from the pile of thorns, and was lying limply.

There is also a coma middle-aged man next to him, who is the second most powerful person among this group of people.

Above the treasure ship, the fierce battle is still continuing, but it has entered the final stage.

Emina, wearing a fairy skirt, stood in the sky with a sword, with a light curtain behind her, surrounded by starlight, and more than a dozen light columns locked on those movable figures, allowing them to gradually fix themselves in the air.

Her methods are simple and direct, and she exudes a mysterious power of rules.

Emina's long sword in her hand flipped gently, raised the sword and tapped it lightly, and the dozen six-sided bodies behind her were shining brightly.

A moon-white pine tree appeared behind her out of thin air, and the branches of the pine tree penetrated the bodies of more than a dozen figures.

As the pine tree shook slightly, more than a dozen blood mists exploded in the air appeared in the air.

Emina's long eyelashes blinked a few times and looked down at the distance.

The shuttle has gone and returned.

Obviously, the man in black who was left behind on the top found that something was wrong and was supporting him.

Emina looked at Wang Jixuan, with a little inquiry in her eyes.

Wang Jixuan nodded slightly.

She understood and flipped her body around the air, crossed the East China Sea, and met her head.

Emina is no longer the same as before.

Her core circuit was personally untie by Wang Jixuan, so that she had the paper strength comparable to the late stage of the fusion realm and the early stage of the Tribulation Realm;

All the spiritual circuits that Emina has mastered now have been deduced by Peony many times.

Even Mudan helped her develop a new combination technique, which greatly improved her combat strength.

Not to mention the sword she held in her hand was the Xianbao Yuehua Sword.

Wang Ji's Xuanling Consciousness had already investigated. There were still a few golden elixirs and a dozen condensed elixirs in the shuttle, and there were no tricky characters.

So, Wang Jixuan looked down at the two men below.

He stretched his waist and Xiao Huating had already moved a chair from the inner cabin of the treasure ship so that Master Wang could sit calmly.

By the way, Wang Jixuan released a trace of his own Taoist rhyme.

The old man with Nascent Soul was trembling all over, his pupils were a little dilated, and his eyes immediately became clear, staring at the young Taoist in front of him.

Mahayana period?!

There are countless Mahayana masters in the world!

"You, you are not the young master of the Murong family..."

"No matter whether I am a young man from the Murong family or not, I can kill me if I want to kill me."

Wang Jixuan said leisurely:

"I don't want to search for you, so I'll be told that I'll bully the younger generation.

"Tell me, what kind of incident I have been involved in by you, and who is the son of the Murong family?

"Look at your Taoist rhyme, although you look like a demon cultivator, there is a sense of integrity hidden in your bones. It should be the righteous monk who pretends to be a demon cultivator and does evil."

The disguise was pointed out, and the old man's eyes were only hopeless.

"How could that... the secret letter clearly states that one man and two women, both women are beautiful and beautiful, and the man is handsome but you can see a little deficit at a glance."

"You're just in vain!"

Wang Jixuan showed his powerful pressure in an instant:

"Which eye does you see that I am in a loss? Are you looking for death?"

The old man lowered his head and squirted blood in his mouth, and hurriedly said, "Senior, please spare me, please spare me! Yes, I have no eyes! Senior is not at all!"

"Well, let's talk about it, what's going on."

Wang Jixuan shook his sleeves and said slowly:

"For the sake of your attempt to kill me but failing to succeed, if you have nothing to hide, I can not pursue your sect."

The old man's mouth twitched wildly.

He whispered, "I can't hide it from you... I am indeed not a good person, but this matter has nothing to do with our sect. I was walking outside, collected some treasures, and came to kill the eldest son of the Murong family.

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"Oh?" Wang Jixuan recalled carefully.

Murong Family…

I seem to have heard of it.

There are sixteen families in his hometown and thirty-two families of wandering cultivators. Each family has a profound background and is closely related to the major sects.

The foundation of these aristocratic families cannot be compared with that of front-line sects.

Master Wang asked: "The legitimate son of the Murong family is going to pass here?"

"Yes," the old man whispered, "The secret letter should be accurate. This person returned from the overseas fairy island. He probably passed by this nearby today and wanted to go to the Great Competition of disciples in the Guanli Sect of the Immortal Valley."

Watching the ceremony in the fairy valley?

Wang Jixuan listened in a slight manner and said with a smile: "Does this person have a light red butterfly mark on his neck?"

"This... this matter was not mentioned by the secret letter, and the secret letter is actually very simple..."

"Feel, you don't even know what this person looks like?"

The old man lowered his eyebrows and looked pleased, and he didn't know how to speak for a moment, but his eyes were filled with despair and bitterness.

"Forget it."

Wang Jixuan shook his head:

"Since that's the case, I'll give you another chance."

He flicked his fingers lightly, and a pill drilled into the old man's mouth.

In the old man's puzzled eyes, Master Wang picked up the old man and threw it at the southwest direction.

"Are you looking for those three over there?"

Wang Jixuan's voice flowed in the old man's ears.

The old man of Nascent Soul flew out and wanted to escape at the first time, but a strand of spiritual consciousness that seemed to exist and vaguely surrounded his soul, causing him to suddenly wake up.

Can't escape.

Unless the Supreme Elder from his master came to rescue him personally, but the Supreme Elder has been in seclusion for a hundred years and has not come out. How could he come here to save him?

Besides, this is not a glorious thing. Most of the seniors in the sect cherish their feathers...

The old man in Nascent Soul took a breath, his face was despicable with blood all over his body, and his eyes were fixed on the small black-sailed boat in front of him. There was a man and two women on the boat, looking at the battle place here from afar.

The intuition of the old man in Nascent Soul told him;

Although he just found the wrong person, now he has found the right person!

The old man subconsciously wanted to lift his sword and rush forward, but found that his storage magic weapon had disappeared, and was obviously taken away by the Mahayana predecessor.

It's okay!

This man and woman are only in the realm of the bridge of heaven and earth, and in the realm of the Golden Elixir Dao. He is like a master of the Nascent Soul, and kills it without any effort.

Raise your hand!

The old man held the sky with one hand, and the spiritual energy of a land of a hundred miles rushed towards him!

make a fist!

The old man's eyes burst out with electric light, and the electric light instantly surrounded his whole body, and his speed increased by three points!

The Nine Sky Thunder Art!

Thorn!

An electric dragon crossed the sea!

The man and the two women who were watching the show changed drastically. The two women had a very tacit understanding and jumped out suddenly. They were both cultivators from the realm of Heaven and Earth Bridge. One person was not far from the Nascent Soul, and it should be the fifth level of Heaven and Earth Bridge.

The two women each sacrificed their magic weapons, attacked and defended, and attacked the old Nascent Soul Taoist left and right.

The male cultivator shouted loudly: "Senior! We are not here to help the boxing! We are just passing by here! Don't blame us! Let's go now!"

Buzz! Boom!

The old Taoist Nascent Soul and the two beautiful women intertwined!

The old Taoist attacked and fought for his life, because he had no way out at all, so he could only hope for that Mahayana senior who was unhappy with the Murong family...

kill!

The old man was so angry that he rushed towards the black-sailed boat despite his own injuries.

The young cultivator's face changed wildly, and he took out a gourd and a small cauldron in his hand, and immediately threw out two magic weapons to save his life...

"I am a child of the Murong family! Please let me go!"

The old man cursed: "I killed you, Murong's legitimate son!"

Thunder running around the sky!

The old man turned into an electric light, like a thunder ball hitting the male cultivator!
To be continued...