The temptation of the wizard

Chapter 241

The arrival of Xiong Shou Temple made Bu Jing and the others refreshed. Zhuan Sun Yingyang immediately hugged his sword and said loudly, "Please help me to help!"

Wen Ruoling and Xue Duoduo also looked at the tall figure on the cliff at the same time, but Xiong Shou Temple's request to Zhuan Sun Yingyang was noncommittal, which was unpredictable.

Zhu Yuntai looked at the Red Bean Sword in Zhuan Sun Yingyang's hand, "Zhuan Sun Yingyang, I must be able to tell me the whereabouts of Pei Jianqing now."

Zhuan Sun Yingyang's complexion was uncertain, and suddenly a mouthful of blood sprayed on the Red Bean Sword. The next moment his eyes were red, and the human sword united like a bit of cold light and shot towards Zhu Yuntai.

"Zhuan Sun Diansi..." Bu Jing and others exclaimed in shock, they saw the infected calf sway the red bean sword, wishing Yuntai to take advantage of the situation, and make a type of "orchid blowing leaves", catkins like flying flowers wrapped around Zhuan Sun Yingyang held the sword with his right hand, and with a flick of his fingers, his mouth shook sharply, and he took the Red Bean Sword from his hand with a stroke, and his left palm hit Zhuan Sun Yingyang's chest at the same time.

Zhuan Sun Yingyang vomited blood and flew upside down, smiling miserably, and once again said to the figure on the cliff: "Please help me wait for the law guard!"

Xiong Shousi remained indifferent, and everyone who saw it was very sad.

I wish the Red Bean Sword in Yuntai's hand shake, and the sound of the sword will spread across the country.

"If you want sword light, then I will give you sword light!"

The soft but firm voice clearly spread to everyone's ears.

I wish the cloud platform raise the sword and chime

The divine sword trembled slightly, and immediately, the blood-red sword glow rose into the sky, disturbing the night.

Not very big, slender with the red bean sword.

It's not very long, about ten feet.

But extremely condensed and pure, it seems that it is not a sword light, it is a sword, a sword that cuts iron like mud.

The sharp sword feels like it wants to pierce the void, arousing resonance between heaven and earth, all vitality and spiritual energy dance with the sword, and the sword screams.

I wish Yuntai the ultimate transformation, every strand of power on his body has become a large swordman, and even the soul is twisted into the shape of a sword at the limit, even he himself unexpectedly, the next moment, Jianmang once again It skyrocketed several feet, and the night sky was rippling.

Bu Jing, Wuerfa and others were all shocked, and they couldn't help but open their mouths slightly.

Zhuan Sun Yingyang raised the corners of his mouth, showing an uncontrollable smile.

In the northwest, on the mountain behind the Jiuyin Peak, under the cedar, the long-silent snowman suddenly shot out a few strong winds, and a faint sword sound was heard from the snowdrift in front of him, and a snow rooster on the snow ridge blinked Looking at the fuzzy snowman with big eyes, he turned around and rushed to the ridge after a while. He yelled a few times and seemed to be frightened.

The Qingtian sword light suddenly stopped, and Zhu Yuntai on the ice lake slowly turned around. The sword light seemed to be slashed towards Urfa. The latter suddenly appeared dead and turned to escape.

At this time, the abnormal change suddenly occurred, the sword glow disappeared suddenly, and the divine sword trembled slightly. When everyone was surprised, they saw that the red bean sword was covered with blood and legs, and turned into the appearance of an ordinary stainless steel sword. Then, a little blood glow came from the end of the hilt It shot out and landed on the small cloth bag around Zhu Yuntai's waist.

I wish Yuntai Yuanshen trembled, his pretty face turned pale, and his body moved with the ice floes and his footing was unsteady.

"Pig!" The epidemic calf was shocked and was about to help, but the Hell Tower shot out from the small cloth bag on the waist of the Yuntai, spinning around in the air, ringing loudly.

Zhu Yuntai showed a bitter smile, and said to the epidemic calf: "Retreat thirty feet." The calf seemed to have realized something, and his face was shocked. He carried Zhu Yuntai to another piece of ice.

In the distance, Bu Jing and others saw this, but they didn't know why, but seeing Zhu Yuntai seemed to be suffering from a pang, not only the sword light disappeared, but the breath also floated fiercely, but the hell tower was left alone...

"Hell Tower!" Bu Jing smiled, holding the handprints that he knew well about the Hell Tower, and then galloped towards the Hell Tower. His hands were sealed, but he felt that the Hell Tower was too heavy to command. It was expected that Yuntai had changed it. Controlling the fingerprints, he didn't get discouraged, but still rushed towards the small tower, and took the small tower with his right palm.

At this moment, the Hell Tower exploded, and Bu Jing instantly turned into a rain of blood.

The void trembled, the lake collapsed again, and the waves were rough.

Everyone felt a sense of feeling, and they all lost their color in amazement, and saw a young man in black emerging from the center of the storm, with his clothes fluttering, as his figure fell, the void was quiet, and the waves stopped.

The surface of the lake was shimmering, the breeze was blowing, and the world was at peace, but everyone's mind was trembling, and even Wen Ruoling, who was unresponsive, frowned immediately.

The black-clothed youth looked about thirty years old, with a long body, long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a plump face, fair skin, wearing a black brocade robe, a square crown on his head, and grandeur, but his eyes were full of emotion.

He opened his arms slightly and let out a sigh of relief. Urfa in the distance suddenly shuddered and sat on the ground. He thought it would turn into ashes, but there was nothing unusual, and he trembled.

"Linghu..." Epidemic Calf exclaimed, "Linghu kills the sky!"

When everyone saw this scene, although they had guessed about the identity of the black-clothed youth, the words "Linghu Mietian" were still in their hearts and their complexions changed drastically.

Linghu's cry to the infected calf on the eighth day of the eighth day was unheard of, and he only sighed, looking intoxicated.

Epidemic Mavericks dissatisfied: "Xiao Ba, you hold back..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Linghu's eighth day pointing away.

puff!The silhouette of the epidemic calf flew upside down two miles like an arrow from the string, and crashed into the snow-capped mountain with a "bang".

Zhu Yuntai frowned, sat down cross-legged, his brows flashed red and the soul came out, like a meteor rushing to the moon, and hit the silent back with a punch.

Linghu turned around on the eighth day of the eighth day, seemingly slow and fast, and raised his right palm against Zhuyuntai Yuquan.

The maiden's jade fist retreated as soon as she touched it, and she struck forty-two punches in a blink of an eye. One punch was tougher than one, and her body was like lightning.

However, Linghu always stood still on the eighth day of the eighth day, with only a light swipe of his right palm. Every movement was clear and clear, but Zhu Yuntai's fierce offensive was resolved, and the ice floes did not move.

Nian Ruoying, Urfa and others are all heartbroken.

They had only seen the horror of Zhu Yuntai, but now... the ghostly witch seems to be just a mosquito that has been annoying to the young man in black.

Linghu Mietian...This is Linghu Mietian...

Suddenly, I saw a dark shadow grazing the sky, Xiong Shou Temple descended like a tiger, and the real body of a white bear appeared on the ice lake. The body of the bear rushed into the void like a wave, and one claw struck Linghu Mitian.

But Linghu Mietian just lifted his foot and kicked, hitting the white bear's wrist, kicking it upside down.

The white bear volleyed over, and the huge bear body was pressed down like a mountain.

boom!

Linghu Mietian's left arm blocked the witch's spinning kick, and his right palm supported the giant bear. With a light hum, his arms swayed, and the giant bear fluttered and the witch staggered back.

Suddenly, there was a humming, and then the world had a meal, the lake was still, and the wind seemed to condense.

Linghu Mietian smiled and turned to look at Wen Ruoling. Behind her, she saw a five-foot-three-foot-high witch god figure with eight human faces and ten tails. It was the witch god of wind-Tianwu.

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Chapter 242

The Tianwu witch god cast by Wen Ruoling is much taller than the Houtu witch god who just now Zhu Yuntai, with a tiger-like appearance, eight human heads, and ten tiger tails, but it does not give people a sense of viciousness and evil, on the contrary, it is a bit precious. solemn.

The eyes of Zhuyuntai on the floating ice are full of splendor. He has also considered whether the witch god condensed by the witch god’s fundamental seal is an inherent form or can be modified. The Tianwu witch god in front of him has given him the answer-at least the spirit of the witch god has Wen Ruoling's spirit is the main one, that is, the Eight Winds of Buddha.

Linghu also couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wen Ruoling, it's no wonder that Wu Yangyang also appreciates you so much. You are indeed excellent. In terms of witchcraft, you have surpassed Yue Qingqing."

Wen Ruoling still looked dull, her fingers changed, and the god tiger walked towards Linghu eighth day step by step. The wind was not rising and the water was not disturbed, but every step of the fall was shocking to the soul and couldn't look directly at it.