Green Immortals

The two flew into the air, and they clashed in the air. The black mist sword had an evil spirit, and it was no different when it met the top grade of the immortal family.

When the Qingzi Youlong in the Black Mist Sword intersected with the Immortal Sword again, it shot out a light shadow as thick as a finger from its mouth, and rushed straight to the body of the immortal. In an instant, the Wujian came down from above his head, thanks to his quick reaction, he held the fairy sword above his head to catch Feng Bitian's most dangerous move.

Feng Bitian increased her strength, and pushed Qiyue down a few inches, the momentum of Qiyue's fairy sword gradually weakened, and even the black energy on the black mist sword took advantage of the momentum to attack another white battlefield .

In a critical moment, Qiyue stepped back, as if stepping on something solid.Using his strength, he rolled his body in the air and lifted the Black Mist Sword upwards, taking advantage of Feng Bitian's attack, this time he wanted to chop off Feng Bitian's arm holding the sword.

Wuyi ran from the side to the middle of the battle between the two, and said anxiously: "My lord, be careful—!"

Before hearing Wuyi's reminder, Feng Bitian made a magic seal behind his back with one hand, preparing for a move from the opposite person, but at this moment, seeing the more delicate face of the boy in the past when he grew up, he was afraid of accidentally hurting him , then turned his mind, let Qiyue follow the black mist sword with one move, and split the sword body in two, but he used the force of the attack to shoot directly at the old position in front of the door.

The Wujian in his hand was split into a sword shape, and then turned into a cloud of smoke, once again merged into the black mist around Feng Bitian's body.

"Good fight, good fight!"

"The Immortal Head is indeed even better..."

At this time, Jing Feng Bitian couldn't help laughing at himself, a hundred years ago he was the devil who was shouted to kill, and now it has not changed a hundred years later.

But!It's not over!

Feng Bitian gathered the thick black mist again, and kept making it converge and rotate, just about to push this whirlwind of black mist to the side, towards Qi Yueshi who was flying toward him.The vermilion door beside him was pushed open by a strong force.

There was only a loud sound of planks hitting the wall.

When everyone looked again, the black figure of Feng Yaoxie disappeared, and instead, the old Taoist who came in from outside the door was an old Taoist in a white Taoist robe, with a long white beard, and his eyes narrowed into a line.

The Taoist was startled by the sword-wielding immortal who suddenly flew in front of him, and quickly covered his heart with his hands, and shouted, "Oh, fairy friend, don't scare me, a bad old man." Then he sighed and said: "You young people People, the elderly are not to be frightened."

The sudden Taoist shocked the immortals who were watching the battle. They all showed regret on their faces and kept shaking their heads.

However, the door panel that was pushed open was suddenly thrown to the other side, and the strength made it make two overlapping loud noises on the door frame. It turned out that Feng Bitian was hit by the door panel just now.Now there are still square red marks on his face, obviously from the stripes on the door panel.

Feng Bitian said straightly with a gloomy face: "Old man, long time no see, this is the meeting gift for you and my master and apprentice." The sound of teeth clucking still echoed in my ears, and the old Taoist smiled openly when he saw his lover, as if the wrinkles on his face Zhe was also flattened by laughter, and he said to Feng Bitian: "Very good, if you like to be a teacher, you can come a few more times."

For this kind of dialogue, all the immortals were stunned, and they would not see this kind of master and apprentice once in a hundred years.

Qiyue melted the sword into her palm, and along with the natal immortal sword, there was also the black armor transformed by mana.The black-clothed fairy head in front of him smiled slightly and said: "So it's Mr. Unzhe, please take a seat..."

The old Taoist looked around, seeing the black-clothed fairy in front of him, he didn't want to leave, so he took out a bell-like thing from his sleeve, the bell was purple-gold in color, and the purple background was made of gold lines to draw cloud patterns, which was strangely solemn.

He suddenly said, "I've already given you the disciple's meeting gift, now it's official, you accept it."

After speaking, he saw a purple light flashing in his hand, which made the cloud pattern on the bell appear, and then disappeared, and then it turned into a big purple golden bell to cover Feng Bitian.Trapped in a corner of the palace.

Seeing this, Qi Yue wondered, "Old Immortal, what's the matter?"

The old Taoist claimed to be on the way to Unzhe, but it turned out to be an unworldly immortal who had practiced Taoism for hundreds of years on the Unzhe Mountain.And Feng Bitian is also the lonely son he picked up and brought up on the mountain.

Tu Weizhe said in a deep voice: "Fellow Qiyue, this is the treasure of my Unzhexian Gate, the Reincarnation Clock."

Qi Yue couldn't help taking a breath and said: "Is that the reincarnation bell that can refine immortals and transform immortals into mortals?"

Tu did not cover his mouth and said: "Exactly, Feng Bitian is my evil disciple. He is good at cultivation, hey! It is indeed a talent with a different handle, but it is also strange to be a veteran. He only checked his cultivation base, and did not polish his Taoist heart much. , so that when his own Dao heart was unstable and he became a fairy, he went into a madness and committed murder, which is ashamed of all sentient beings."

Someone with good intentions asked: "Immortal Weizhe, I heard that a hundred years ago Feng Bitian was bewitched by another apprentice of your Weizhe Mountain and his Dao heart was in chaos. Now the two of them are in the hall. How about you, together with him and Feng Yaoxie?" Sink into samsara."

Wuyi was standing next to the purple golden bell at this time, seeing that the road was not covered and looked towards him, he lifted his robe and knelt down and opened his mouth to call the old fairy, but felt a soft fairy force to help him stand up.

Looking at the Uncovered Immortal, the man said with a slightly disgusted attitude: "All immortal friends, don't get me wrong, my immortal sect has never accepted Wuyi as a disciple, he was just a mortal who served Feng Bitian in his daily life, let alone The situation back then was not as the rumors said." Speaking of this, the old Taoist, who was arrogant and overwhelmed by the immortal, couldn't open his mouth to describe it, but he quickly changed his tone and continued: "So, since I met you again, a shameless person who lives, Let the old Taoist finish you up and put you in karma."

In a trance, I saw Lu Bushi flicked the whisk between his arms, and a white light shot straight at the boy standing in the middle, and went towards the door, and just when the white light was about to hit the boy in black, the black fan that was not far from the boy's side The wind moved, stopped this deadly move, and covered the boy's expression in front of Wuyi's face.

A laugh came from a seat in the hall: "I, the head disciple of the Heihe clan, when will I need you, a stinky Taoist priest, to teach me? Besides, why do you distort the facts and only vent your anger on me, this disciple? Then Feng Bitian's Dao heart is not stable, why did he implicate my family Wuyi!"

It turned out that it was Heihe Wumei, who was a lover of disciples, who quietly used celestial power to help Wuyi up. Seeing that everyone's knives were gradually turning, he seemed to make Wuyi bear innocent guilt, so he couldn't help but block him.

Wuyi's dazed expression was covered by the ghost fan in front of him, and he was still being shocked by Heihe Wumei's words.Body and mind wavering, suddenly awakened by Heihe Wumei's reprimand.

"Heihe Wuyi, why are you still hesitating?! Quickly pick up the ghost fan! Since others have made a move, you don't have to back down!"

The black gold tracing fan exuding a chilling fairy air was pinched by a white jade hand with distinct fingers, and as soon as he exerted force, he felt the wind in the whole hall change instantly.The fan surface, which was painted like the night, gradually pulled away to cover the young man's face, his eyes were piercing, and the delicate and affectionate face with phoenix eyes was set off by black, making his skin as white as snow.

Heihe Wumei stood up from the banquet and walked towards Wuyi's place. Halfway through the walk, she put a hand on her shoulder and slightly held down the walking pace.

But it was a young man in white robes who stopped Heihe, and the young man tied up his hair with several red rings.The elegant face is like a white lotus in summer, with a hint of Buddha, he said slowly, "Master of the Heihe sect, don't be impatient, the head of the Qiyue fairy is not trying to make things difficult for your disciples, why don't you all sit at the table and have another drink to finish the speech?" How's the dispute?"

After Qi Yue heard this, she turned around and walked towards the middle seat, she glanced at the man in white with admiration in her eyes and said, "Look, I'm getting impatient, or what Mo Lian said is right, everyone go to your respective positions, this dead fairy Those who come here, someone will carry him away!"

The two cultivators with meager immortal power sitting at the end of the banquet carried the corpse out according to the instructions.

"Wait!" Feng Bitian yelled loudly in the bell.

An immortal who set up a banquet beside him watched for a long time, and got impatient for a long time, so he said angrily: "What's the matter with you? Sit quietly, it's not enough to cause trouble!"

Feng Bitian was delighted, Xiaoxian didn't seem to be as afraid of him as others, he hadn't talked to these immortals for a long time, so he said with great interest: "Little fairy, hey! Little fairy."

The little fairy snorted and said: "What are you doing?" His eyes wanted to roll his eyes to the sky, but today there are so many fairy friends present, so he just reprimanded him in a low voice.

It can be seen that the man smiled at him again, his eyes glowed golden and he said: "You celestial capital has spoken! Pour me a glass of fruit wine quickly."

But Xiaoxian ignored the wind and said: "It's a pity that the ones who drink with you are immortals, so why do you want to drink with you, a monster...you!"

Xiaoxian stared at the boy in black, put the black fan in his hand away from his waist, walked towards him, didn't say much, just asked to borrow it, then raised the glass pot with one hand, raised the glass with the other, and filled it He poured a large glass of red fruit wine, sent it to Zijin Zhong, stretched his hand there, and stretched it into the closed eyes of Feng Bitian.

At this time, the black mist that had just surged up on Feng Bitian's body had long since disappeared, leaving only a tattered white dress loosely tied around his waist.After passing the wine glass with that hand, he also helped Feng Bitian clean up the messy skirt. The action was extremely natural, as if he had done it countless times for Zhong Nei.

The little fairy opened her round eyes wide again, presumably she was still in the dark, frightened by the ambiguous atmosphere between the two, spilled all the wine in the glass on her body, and murmured: "Bad luck, bad luck, hey, why am I so unlucky?" !"

All the immortals in the hall naturally took this scene into their eyes, but no one bothered to make fun of it. After the commotion just now, the tables and chairs in the hall fell to the ground, and the cups and cups were broken and all were restored by Qiyue's spell. Prince Zhenzhu was very surprised by this, but he immediately restrained his expression, and his awe of all the immortals present in his heart increased a little. He took a peek at the purple golden bell, but saw Feng Bitian raised his head He drank the whole glass of wine, and the young man named Wuyi held the pot and poured him another glass.

For the sake of expressing peace, the immortals all drank one glass of fruit wine, but rarely drank a second glass, unless they were good wine drinkers.That's right, immortals generally have no worries about food and clothing, and those who practice Taoism are ruthless and righteous, and they are all focused on practicing immortality, so there is no leisure to covet what is in the cup.

"Tsk tsk!" Feng Bitian smacked his lips and said, "I'm so greedy. I haven't tasted this taste in more than 100 years. It's so memorable."

The black-clothed boy next to him seemed to chuckle, and said softly, "Another drink?"

Feng Bitian thought it was not a good idea, this person respected him when he was a child, but the older he got, the more he took control of him, so he was not bored.But now he looks like he is at his disposal, which is unavoidably weird, so after picking up the wine glass that was filled again, he carefully observes Wuyi's hands, Wuyi's black home clothes, Wuyi's face...

After seeing the slightly curved corners of the young man's mouth, he saw the young man burst into an extremely bright smile, and his heart skipped a beat for hundreds of years.

But it's just a little bit of a movement, it's just a very common thing to move when it's happy and sad.

He thought it was troublesome, so he stretched out his hand, and took the flagon from Wuyi's hand, and poured himself in the purple gold bell, very happy.

The black-clothed boy next to him retreated to the side, but slightly clenched his palms, as if something important was about to slip out of his hands.

In the hall, Lu Lu opened his mouth and said: "My apprentice is an immortal, and the immortals must have nothing to do with him. Being so trapped is a good way to solve it. What do you think?"

Everyone nodded in response, Mo Lian moved in white, and said with a respectful expression: "Hunzi is out of order, I believe everyone can see the state of the moon palace, and now there is chaos in the outside world!"

Yindao put down the wine glass heavily, threw his white hair behind him, and continued: "You mean..., by the way, this place that is not guarded by the aura of the royal family seems to be made by imitating the moon palace with soul sons. Is Fang Shijie's soul child out of control?"

As if to confirm his words, a large number of monsters gathered in the air outside the hall. They kept hitting the yellow nodules with their bodies, as if there was something terrible behind them.

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