I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

After Feng Anlan's words fell, a phantom suddenly appeared in the void covered with robbery clouds.

The visitor's eyebrows were alluring, his black hair was like ink, and he was lying on a red cloud with a jasper cup in his hand. His dark red robe and hair sash fluttered lightly.

When the phantom turned into reality, one could see countless blood rushing in the long bloody river behind him.

Blood River Dharma Form!

Ji Yuanhua, the Blood Demon Messenger of the Blood Fiend Sect!

Feng Yuanjiu knew him because he was notoriously ruthless and moody, and he was an existence who could stop crying even if children in the cultivation world were famous.

When Feng Yuanjiu was young, he went to the house to uncover tiles, and when he was mischievous, his mother-in-law Feng Miaoge often released images of Ji Yuanhua to scare him.

Although Feng Yuanjiu at that time couldn't understand why such a beautiful person would be so scary, but her mother's words, "This person can suck the blood from your whole body and turn you into a villain to drink!" Yuanjiu had a profound influence.

Up to now, he still has a better impression of the monks who look good, just like Kang Xuanyi, and then like Yan Xiuyuan.

Feng Yuanjiu looked up at Ji Yuanhua, and unconsciously hugged the five-string guqin in his arms, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Feng Anlan flicked her sleeves and pushed Feng Yuan Jiujuan behind her back, and said calmly, "Friend Ji Daoist."

Ji Yuanhua raised his head and drank the bright red liquid in the jasper cup, dyeing his thin lips as bright red as fresh blood: "Brother Feng, can I help you?"

Feng Anlan raised the tip of his sword lightly, and said calmly: "If you want to respond to the robbery, first ask about my sword."

Ji Yuanhua sneered: "Brother Feng, why do you have to do this?"

Feng Anlan looked at Ji Yuanhua coldly, and the golden flame on the sword suddenly rose.

Ji Yuanhua shrugged: "You have nothing to do with that kid, so why not make it easier? I'm one more robbery away, and I can get the demon's heart."

Feng Anlan was unmoved: "Don't talk about gossip, if you accept this person's robbery, you will see the real chapter under your hands."

Ji Yuanhua stared at Feng Anlan, with the river of blood surging behind him, and his expression was cloudy - he was not sure that he would be able to escape after killing the kid Du Jie under Feng Anlan's sword, but he really needed another human robbery urgently.

Ji Yuanhua hesitated for a long time before saying, "Ten drops of blood essence."

Blood souls are condensed by extracting human souls and blood essence with the secret method of the Blood Evil Sect. Thousands of people can get one blood soul, and ten thousand blood souls can be condensed with a secret method to produce a drop of essence.

To put it bluntly, ten drops of blood essence are worth a hundred million lives.

Feng Anlan is not uncommon for external incarnations obtained in exchange for hundreds of millions of lives.

Feng Anlan drew a sword calmly, and the arc of golden flame passed through the Taixuan Twelve Formation, and slashed towards Ji Yuanhua who was in the air.

Ji Yuanhua's figure turned pale in an instant, turning into a cloud of faint blood mist.

The flame arc cut through the almost transparent blood mist phantom on the robbery cloud in the sky, cutting out a ray of sky light from the dark void.

The pink blood mist condensed and formed again, Ji Yuanhua lost his previous composure, and stared at Feng Anlan gloomyly: "Brother Feng, I have learned."

Feng Anlan also stroked the blade of the burning golden flame: "The reason for the catastrophe of heaven and earth is my determination, whether to fight or to retreat is only a matter of Ji Daoyou's thought."

Ji Yuanhua stood in the air, neither retreating nor advancing, he didn't know what he was planning.

Feng Anlan's spiritual consciousness enveloped all directions, and the long sword in his hand locked on Ji Yuanhua.

Feng Anlan and Ji Yuanhua are at a stalemate.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the No.80 five tribulation thunders falling, the sky in the west suddenly turned red, and the endless sky fire fell from the sky, as if it was about to burn up the heaven and the earth.

Ji Yuanhua and Feng Anlan looked at the place where the fire was ignited at the same time.

Ji Yuanhua looked confused: "This is too coincidental!"

"It's God's will!" Feng Anlan laughed loudly, with a cloud of fire under her feet, she stood in the air, looking at all directions, "This child's robbery, Feng will protect him, and fellow Taoists who have no intention of responding to the robbery, please retreat as soon as possible, lest Feng's sword Without eyes, innocent people are hurt.”

"You bald-haired phoenix is ​​still so domineering! Come on! Come on! I'll show you some face!" A curse in a rough voice, accompanied by a cloud of black clouds receding in the direction of Beimingzhou.

Then there was a rather sharp old man's strange laughter, floating from the pile of bones rushing towards the direction where the western sky fire fell: "Taiqing is more lively, the old man will go first!"

"I'm not dead, you're waiting for my servant!" The seductive voice followed the pile of bones in a pink cloud.

All the demon cultivators who came to Ying Renjie retreated, only Yu Ji Yuanhua was still watching from the air.

The cultivators of Xuan, Confucianism, and Yao sects did not move, they did not provoke or leave, they were just waiting and watching.

Feng Anlan cast a glance at Ji Yuanhua indifferently, and then transmitted the voice to the four directions: "Fellow Taoists are not leaving yet, but you want to try the sword in Feng's hand?"

When the sound fell, three more auspicious clouds drifted away, one towards the Yuntai Mountain Range, and two towards the Yuxu Mountain Range.

"Lin wants to try Brother Feng's sword, but it's a pity that there are too many miscellaneous fish today." The cold voice came from the sky, as if it had a metallic texture.

Feng Anlan raised her eyes to look at the brilliant aurora-like clouds in the sky, and said calmly: "One day, Feng will decide to go to Jianshen Mountain to taste Brother Lin's long-cherished wish."

"Brother Feng, don't worry, I'll see you on the Sword God Mountain someday." Afterwards, a ray of light broke through the dark robbery cloud and fled towards the Sword God Mountain.

Feng Anlan seemed to have lost her patience, and a sea of ​​golden flames burned towards the void with a flick of her sleeves: "The three fellow Taoists are invited."

Ji Yuanhua was the closest, his clothes were stained with golden sparks, and a large part of his sleeves were burnt instantly.

Rolling up the red clouds, stepping on the river of blood to avoid the golden sky fire, Ji Yuanhua stroked the missing piece of his sleeve: "Since Brother Feng promised me to break the sleeve, I can't do my best to honor Brother Feng's kindness, so I will return." Thousand Li Blood River is waiting for Brother Feng to come to the door!"

This laugh was really reckless and rampant, but he slipped faster than anyone else in the bloody river of red clouds.

Feng Anlan snorted softly, looked calmly at the golden flame burning two phantoms in the void, and raised her eyebrows: "Brother Yan, fellow Taoist Guihai, what do you want to do?"

The giant dragon lying on the water wave said: "I never thought that Xiaoyou Kang would go through the catastrophe here. I have a lot of connections with Xiaoyou Kang. Since I caught up with him, I will protect him."

Feng Anlan didn't comment, she raised her eyelids and looked at the monk surnamed Yan.

E Guan Bodai, a monk surnamed Yan, has a face that is seven points similar to Yan Xiuyuan. He writes in the long river of time, and is extremely elegant: "There are two fellow Taoists who protect the Dharma. Yan must bid farewell."

After finishing speaking, the monk surnamed Yan stepped into the long river of time, and the light and shadow flowed, and he disappeared in an instant.

Feng Anlan gazed at the raging fire burning in the western sky, and the tip of the sword was always locked at seven inches from the master of Guihai Jiao.

Master Guihai didn't take it seriously, rolled the clouds and waves, set up a king chair, turned into a majestic man and sat on the throne, really posing as a guardian of Kang Xuanyi.

Feng Anlan looked back from the sea of ​​fire in the western sky, stepped out of the Taixuan Twelve Formation, stood on top of the golden fire phoenix and stood side by side with the master of the sea, posing a restraining posture.

Having seen the gestures of the saints, Feng Yuanjiu was extremely grateful to have his grandfather, Feng Anlan, protecting Kang Xuanyi's dharma, otherwise, with only a dozen saints coming together, Kang Xuanyi would have almost died.

Secretly printing the information revealed in the Zunshengmen's few words into the jade slips for future exploration, Feng Yuanjiu turned his gaze back to Kang Xuanyi.

Kang Xuanyi's luxurious robes had already been smashed into nothingness by the thunderbolt. At this moment, his beard and hair were scorched, and his limbs were covered with white bones. He was really in a terrible embarrassment.

Only those eyes like the cold pool of an ancient well are still shining brightly.

However, the tribulation thunder has only landed 92 times, and the robbery cloud in the sky shows no sign of dissipating.

Feng Yuanjiu stared at Kang Xuanyi's messy body with condensed eyebrows, and was really worried about the rest of the robbery, fortunately...

Feng Yuanjiu glanced at the western sky, fortunately, when the fire ignited that day, a large piece of calamity cloud was burned, otherwise, I really don't know how terrifying Kang Xuanyi's catastrophe would be.

No.90 The three tribulation thunders had been preparing for a long time, and finally brought the seductive female demon to Kang Xuanyi.

The purple thunderbolt hit Kang Xuanyi's body, and then cut off a large piece of flesh, and the seductive female demon jumped towards Kang Xuanyi in a graceful dance, sinking into his forehead.

Feng Yuanjiu pursed his lips and hesitated for a moment, then sat on the floor.

The five-stringed guqin is hung on the knee, and the five-color real energy is transported to the fingertips, stroking the five strings formed by the condensed inspiration.

The melodious sound of heaven and earth pierced Wutong Valley, and the agile notes flowed out from the fingertips, turning into rounds of horses, passing through the Taixuan Twelve Formation, and flowing towards Kang Xuanyi.

At the moment when the musical notes flowed into Kang Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness, there was a loud bang in Feng Yuanjiu's head, and the body of the primordial spirit seemed to have traveled through layers of time and space and came to a new world.

In this world, half of it is ocean, and half of it is demon abyss.

Kang Xuan sat between Wang Yang and Mo Yuan, surrounded by countless seductive female demons, posing around him.

Feng Yuanjiu adapted to the body of the primordial spirit for a moment, and looked closely at Kang Xuanyi.

Kang Xuanyi in the sea of ​​consciousness is very different.

A little less restraint than in memory, a little more wanton and uninhibited.

At this time, he didn't seem to be in the heart demon tribulation of Dongxuan Tribulation, but the prodigal Demon Lord sitting on the throne and watching the dancers perform their dances.

There is a beautiful girl sitting in her arms, and a charming girl holding a cup and feeding wine.

Facing him as an "intruder", Kang Xuan was surprised, but more interested.

The eyes that fell on Feng Yuanjiu's body, inch by inch, unscrupulously described Feng Yuanjiu's figure, naked, as if it was real.

Feng Yuanjiu seemed not aware of it, looked at Kang Xuan across the graceful dancer girl, and smiled lightly: "It turns out that Uncle Kang is so carefree."

His eyes fixed on Feng Yuanjiu's eyes, his fingertips caressed the cheek of the female demon in his arms, and slowly slid to the soft chest, poking out his chest and heart, and pinching the beautiful girl into a ball of devilish energy, Kang Xuan pushed it away. Reaching the wine cup by his mouth, he stood up and looked down at Feng Yuanjiu with a low smile.

Kang Xuanyi's smile was the same as when he first met in the ruined temple that day, and the words he said were exactly the same as when he first met: "Peerless beauty, forget the vulgarity when you see it."

Feng Yuanjiu looked at the very different Kang Xuanyi, frowned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows lightly: "It's not as much as my uncle!"

Kang Xuan smiled, and stretched out his hand towards Feng Yuanjiu: "Come here."

This is not the reaction that Kang Xuanyi should have.

Feng Yuanjiu lowered her eyes to conceal the thoughts in her heart, raised her eyes to stare at the extraordinarily free-spirited Kang Xuanyi, and walked over.