I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

The accident happened so fast that no one could react.

Lord Ling Xiao and Baili Changkong were about to send the old people who had been turned into puppets by Lord Feng Li on their way, and it was too late to get distracted.

When Feng Anlan killed Tianfeng herself, it was the time when she was "delicate and powerless", unable to resist.

Feng Yuanjiu believed that he was the master of the cave, and firmly believed that no one in Qifeng Terrace could hurt him. When he realized it, the long sword had already been pointed at his face.

Send it one foot further, and it will penetrate his sea of ​​consciousness.

Feng Yuanjiu held the lyre and flew back.

The fingertip piano music immediately changed from "Binding the Immortal" to "Sealing the Demon".

The sound of the piano turned into a golden cage and descended from the sky with chills, covering the heads of the two Feng Ruyu.

The cage was approaching, but the two Feng Ruyu seemed unaware.

Holding the blood-colored long sword, he persistently stabbed Feng Yuanjiu and Feng Anlan with the sword, and was enveloped by the golden prison transformed by the sound of the piano.

The bloody long sword slashed on the golden cage, and the golden cage was intact.

Feng Yuanjiu breathed a sigh of relief, playing the qin constantly between his fingers, and added three layers of cages for each of the two Feng Ruyu.

On the cloud throne, Venerable Feng Li chuckled, twirling the jade flute in his palm, and facing Feng Ruyu in a leisurely way.

Two ink-colored brilliance flew out from the jade flute.

Like starlight, like flying insects, it sank into the eyebrows of the two Feng Ruyu in an instant.

The two Feng Ruyu seemed to have changed into a different person in an instant.

Mu Ran's eyes were stained with bloodthirsty brilliance at the same time, his eyes fixed on Feng Yuanjiu and Feng Anlan, and slowly raised the blood sword in his hand.

The fusion of human and sword turned out to be the fusion of human and sword!

Feng Ruyu, who was wearing a fiery red palace attire, merged with the blood sword in her hand, transformed into a blood-colored giant sword, pierced through the golden cage and stabbed Feng Yuanjiu and Feng Anlan suddenly.

at the same time.

On the cloud throne, Lord Feng Li, hidden in the black robe, lightly shook the silver bell on his wrist.

Accompanied by crisp bells.

Eighteen beauty lamps appeared out of thin air, and they were divided into two groups around Feng Yuanjiu and Feng Anlan, rotating slowly and swaying gracefully.

Nine beauty lamps form a formation, trapping the people in the formation, hiding their murderous intentions.

Looking at the beauties in the beauties, the beauties are wonderful, but they are by no means pleasing to the eye.

Feng Yuanjiu's fingertips hung on the strings, unable to move.

Watching the bloody long sword passing through the Slim Beauty Lamp and approaching him, Feng Yuan Jiutou, who has been a human being for two lifetimes, truly realized the unwillingness to die.

The avenue of longevity, which is not reconciled to the pursuit of two generations, is cut off when it is only a step away.

Unwilling to be forced to be slaughtered by the neck, he fell into the hands of his relatives who became the puppets of others.

Unwilling to find a mate in two lifetimes, but unable to live together forever.

unwilling to...

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the brilliance of the golden piano soul flourished, and it sprinkled golden brilliance to cover the sea of ​​consciousness.

However, the ancient artifacts could not slow down the approaching speed of the bloody giant sword.

The cold sword tip touched his forehead, and warm blood slid down between his brows.

Feng Yuanjiu stared at the blood in front of her eyes, acting like a living horse doctor, shouting repeatedly: "Little uncle! Feng Ruyu!"

There was no response from the bloody giant sword, and its momentum continued unabated.

Seeing that he was about to end up in a distraught end, suddenly there was a breeze blowing by his ears, wrapping up the blood-colored giant sword, and silently twisted the blood-colored giant sword, blowing away the phoenix that was holding hands and besieging him. Yuanjiu's beauty lantern array.

The blood-colored afterimages that are threatening to scatter in all directions, and the seemingly real and illusory beauty's skin is swaying in the wind.

It seems that he is trying his best to rush to the sky, but he is imprisoned in the three-foot-square world by the extremely gentle breeze, and he cannot be freed.

Feng Yuanjiu recovered from the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, hurriedly turned his head to look at his grandfather Feng Anlan, and couldn't help being so shocked that his cold mask was broken.

Grandpa Feng Anlan was still sitting in meditation, with a little fox lying on his knees.

The little fox desperately bit Feng Anlan's tail finger, and the golden hair on top of his head shone brightly with magic spells.

The fox master Tu Guanyu, who had never shown his face, unexpectedly entered Qifeng Terrace at some time, standing tall and tall, protecting Feng Anlan and the little fox behind him.

Tu Guanyu held a huge blood-colored sword in his left hand, measured it for a moment, and then chuckled.

Sweeping the beauty's skin swaying in the wind casually with the blood-colored giant sword, Tu Guanyu raised his chin slightly, looked at Lord Feng Li on the throne in the clouds, swayed the folding fan with his right hand, and said in a manly voice: "Honor Feng Li is such a generous gift, I am so grateful to you!" The king is disrespectful."

On the cloud throne, Lord Feng Li, who was hidden in the black robe, sat up slightly, clutching the jade flute, and said coldly: "Master Fox, don't come here without any harm."

Fox Lord Tu Guanyu nodded: "I'm sorry to trouble Lord Feng Li to think about it, and with the blessing of Lord Feng Li, this king actually has some insights after saying goodbye to Luoxing Lake."

In the past, the fox master Tu Guanyu and Feng's Feng Anlan broke his Nine-turn Returning Soul Formation and took away the "formation foundation" he had chosen out of thousands of people.

He chased and killed thousands of miles away in anger, until he had a battle above Luoxing Lake.

At that time, the fox master Tu Guanyu joined forces with Feng's Feng Anlan, causing him to lose five puppets. He even had the fox master Tu Guanyu's Tianhu illusion, and almost lost his life. Shazong's secret technique escaped in blood.

Although he was defeated, he was sure that the fox master Tu Guanyu's injury could only be more serious than him, not less serious.

How could...

Venerable Lord Feng Li looked down at the magnificent Fox Lord who stood in front of Feng Anlan, caressing the jade flute in his palm unhurriedly: "Since the Fox Lord is safe, why don't you repeat the scene on Luoxing Lake?" how?"

Fox Lord Tu Guanyu waved his fan and pointed at Lord Ling Xiao and Baili Changkong who were binding the two puppets in the air, and chuckled lightly: "Feng Li, you are too trusting."

Venerable Master Feng Li caressed the hole on the jade flute with his fingertips, and said unhurriedly: "It's not a ploy, it's just that the deity's family has a great career, and it's just a few puppets to fight."

"The puppet who can become Lord Li's Dharma Eye must at least be Daoist Dongxuan..." The fox master Tu Guanyu nodded, sneered as he swung the blood-colored giant sword imprisoned in his hand, "It seems that you really carry With this blood sword, many sects and aristocratic families have been wiped out."

Venerable Lord Feng Li did not hide anything, and admitted frankly: "Xuan, Confucianism, spirit, demon, everything, which one does the fox master want to fight first? How about the ape master? You are also old acquaintances who live next to each other anyway. I am more familiar with the way of the ape master."

This is arrogant.

Feng Yuanjiu couldn't help being a little curious, what kind of rice was it that raised Feng Li, a lunatic who was blatantly doing evil.

It has not been a day or two since Venerable Feng Li has been criticizing like crazy.

The fox master Tu Guanyu was not surprised when he saw the strangeness, and he was not annoyed when he heard the words. He unhurriedly pointed his folding fan in the direction of the soul-cultivating tree, and said in a gentle voice: "I don't mind sending you to see your master with my own hands, but it's a pity that there are already people. I can't wait, it's not my turn to settle accounts with you for the time being."

Mentioning his master, Feng Li's hand clutching the jade flute showed blue veins: "Master Fox, stop talking nonsense, let's see the real chapter under my hands!"

The fox master Tu Guanyu shook his head and laughed: "This king said it, so it's not my turn to teach you."

After finishing speaking, the fox master Tu Guanyu waved his folding fan, appreciating the beauty's skin "dancing" with the wind with great interest.

Feng Yuanjiu frowned slightly.

Even though he has only met the fox master three times, he also knows that the fox master's temper is not easy to get along with.

The enemy is ahead, willing to give up the opportunity to kill the enemy to others?

This is not a fox master.

However, before Feng Yuanjiu could figure out why, a low growl came from under the soul-cultivating tree, and the ominous power resounded through the sky.

Fox master Tu Guanyulang greeted Baili Changkong with a smile: "Little Taoist, open the door and let the dogs go!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Bailichangkong rolled the monk holding the ancient scroll into Taixuan's sleeve, and exchanged a glance with the fox master Tu Guanyu, and put away the divine fire cover that trapped the Nether Lie Kun dog.

As soon as the Youming Liekun dog rushed out of the "cage", clouds and mist formed under its feet, and it went straight to the clouds.

On the Cloud Throne, Venerable Feng Li who was hidden in the black robe casually glanced at him, then got up abruptly, gnashing his teeth: "You, Ming, Lie, Kun, Dog!"

The fox master Tu Guanyu shook his fan and chuckled, "It's the Nether Lie Kun dog that feeds on demons."

Venerable Lord Feng Li is no longer as comfortable as before, and he is going to run away after rolling up the throne.

The fox master Tu Guanyu said coldly: "After entering the realm of this king, do you still want to leave?"

Lord Feng Li has nowhere to escape.

Looking down at the fox master Tu Guanyu with his jade flute in his hand, he calmly said: "Fox master, you and I have no grievances in the past, so why are you so aggressive?"

"Honorable Lord Feng Li is such a noble person who forgets things. Let's not mention the desperate battle on Luoxing Lake. Today, I will only talk to you." The fox master Tu Guanyu sneered, knocked the blood-colored giant sword in his palm with a folding fan, and pointed at each of them one by one. Passing Baili Changkong, Feng Anlan, Feng Yuanjiu and the little fox on Feng Anlan's lap, "Feng Ruyu, my uncle's wife; Baili Changkong, my neighbor; Feng Anlan, my father-in-law; Feng Yuanjiu And Tu Chenglu, the heir of this king; and Feng Miaoge, who was used by you to revive your master, is the concubine of this king."

The fox master Tu Guanyu shook the folding fan lightly in his hand, and a gust of wind blew up into the clouds: "Little Feng Li, do you think you have any enmity with this king?"

According to what the fox master said, there is more than just enmity, this enmity can become serious.

Venerable Lord Feng Li and Fox Lord Tu Guanyu looked at each other from a distance, but he didn't wait for him to discern the authenticity of Fox Lord's remarks, so he had no time to pay attention to him.

The Nether Lie Kun dog came to kill with great ferocity.

Lord Feng Li had nowhere to escape, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight.

Feng Yuanjiu looked up, seeing the vicious dogs and fierce demons in the sky, hesitated for a moment, and asked the fox master: "Master Meng Yan's soul is extremely unstable, he might be Feng Li's opponent?"

The fox master, Tu Guanyu, collected the [-] beauty lamps of Venerable Feng Li slowly, and chuckled: "In this world, apart from the resurrection of Boxuan, only the Nether Lie Kun dog can completely clean up that fellow Feng Li."

Feng Yuanjiu frowned: "The first lord of Lingmen is Lord Ling Xiao."

The fox master Tu Guanyu sneered: "Ling Xiaohua is a radish who has grown up in his generation, if he really does it, he won't be able to kill that fellow Feng Li."

"You old fox, you hide your head and show your tail, arrange me as soon as you come out?" Lord Ling Xiao returned with boundless magic, and a group of little devils in his sleeves flung at Tu Guanyu.

Tu Guanyu shook the fan and slapped away the little devil with his fangs and claws, looked at the male cultivator who was trapped into a rice dumpling by Lord Ling Xiao, and said casually: "Which of the king's words is not true?"

Lord Ling Xiao sneered: "That's because I don't follow his evil ways, what kind of carrots are you talking about growing on your elders?"

A hundred miles of sky landed beside Lord Ling Xiao, staring at the vicious dogs and monsters fighting in the air, and asked slowly: "You all see it?"

The fox master sneered: "The battle on Luoxing Lake showed the clues, but it's a pity that he slipped too fast."

Mentioning the Nether Lie Kun dog and Venerable Feng Li before, everyone's expressions changed, but now they are chatting and laughing and sitting and watching the vicious dogs fighting fierce demons again?

Is the world changing too fast?

Feng Yuanjiu turned his eyes around the three big brothers, and asked respectfully: "Please also ask the Patriarch to clear up the disciple's doubts."

Venerable Ling Xiao's eyes were unobtrusively turning around Feng Yuanjiu and Fox Lord Tu Guanyu.

The fox master, Tu Guanyu, didn't seem to notice, waving his folding fan, just staring at the fierce battle in the sky.

Bailichangkong raised his finger.

Using real fire to burn away the evil spirit lingering in the sword wound on Feng Yuanjiu's forehead, he said unhurriedly: "As expected, this Venerable Feng Li is not the real Venerable Feng Li. "

what?

cosplay?twin?Was taken away?Or was it worn?

Countless speculations flashed through Feng Yuanjiu's head, all of which were unreliable, so he could only look up at the sky, waiting for his patriarch to clarify further.