Yuxiang

The three Mahayana monks were all members of the Fallen Feather tribe. The black wings behind them exuded an incomparably huge murderous aura. For a while, even Heraf couldn't bear it, and felt like kneeling down to worship.

"Hraf is ineffective in doing things, and has lost the majesty of the Yuzu clan. Please punish the three elders!" Heraf saluted with a low voice, and forced himself to remain calm and did not kneel down. "I just don't know how the three masters came here?"

"It was your grandfather who felt that you had untied the seal of the glazed lantern. He was worried that you would encounter a strong enemy. It happened that the three of us passed by nearby, so we came to have a look. Is that a foreign monk?" A skinny Mahayana monk Said calmly.

"Yes." In front of these three people, Heraf did not dare to hide anything, and went through the reasons for the matter.

"Oh? A pure Yang cultivator is carrying so many treasures. Her master must have a lot of history." A fat cultivator next to him hesitated.

"So what if there is a lot of history? After entering the Abyss of the Sea of ​​Fog, even a dragon has to be coiled, let alone a dragon cub at most. Hehe, it seems that we have encountered a mobile treasure house."

Another burly Mahayana monk said carelessly: "Hraf, don't let me rely on the old to sell the old, that uncle Qingluan Baolin took it for you, and you will not have any share of other treasures!"

"Yes." Heraf replied helplessly.

The people of the Fallen Feather Tribe are very united, but it depends on the situation. If it wasn't for my grandfather and an elder, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to share a single treasure. Also under Murong Xianxian's control.

"This formation is a bit mysterious, but it's a pity that some of the formation flags have exploded... Huh? You still want to run?!" The skinny Yuzu's face suddenly changed, and the wings behind his back suddenly waved forward, dozens of black awns It flew out quickly, and in an instant it soared like a siege crossbow, swishing and shooting towards the ground.

boom!boom!boom……

There was a loud bang, the dust flew up, and the mist dissipated quickly, and the distance could be clearly seen... On the ground, corpses were lying there in disorder, some of them were from the Stone Clan, the Scale Clan, and even more were Fallen Feathers. tribal.

"Shi Zhongjian of the Shi clan pays respects to the three elders!" A somewhat weak voice sounded.

Heraf raised his eyes and saw that Shi Zhongjian's whole body seemed to have been soaked in blood, and his left arm was also missing.

"Hmph! Killed the people of my Fallen Feather Tribe, just want to leave?!"

The Skinny Yu Clan suddenly let out a cold snort, which made Shi Zhongjian jump up and down. After a long while of bewilderment, he realized that it was not aimed at him... At a distance from them, the last shark girl just rushed up to Qingluan The treasure chariot, that treasure chariot has already flown into the air.

"So what? Even if I didn't kill those rubbish, you would let me go? Since you want to rob, don't think about having any shame, just tell the truth!" Murong Xianxian said sarcastically without being polite.

Hearing the words, the Slender Yu clan had an angry look on their faces, and glanced across the Qingluan treasure chariot, and after seeing the five magic weapons, a greedy look flashed in their eyes, but then they said darkly: "Very good! It has been many years since I have met a monk who dared to say such words in front of me vultures. I want to see if your ability is as tough as your mouth!"

A huge wave of coercion pressed down on Murong Xianxian, and the other two Mahayana monks also exerted coercion without hesitation, trying to suppress Murong Xianxian's aura first... In the Abyss of the Sea of ​​Fog, no matter what identity or morality It was Fuyun, the reason the three of them didn't make a move immediately was because they also had scruples about each other, and they wanted to see Murong Xianxian's methods first, so as to make a decision.

If it wasn't for waiting for others, Murong Xianxian would have driven away long ago.Now that everyone is here, seeing three huge pressures coming like a tsunami, where will they stay any longer?

The three green luan uttered a clear cry, and the treasure chariot flew away, and it was gone in a blink of an eye.

"Want to leave? Where can you escape to?" The feather clan named Vulture sneered, his body was shining with brilliance, his wings fluttered slightly, and he had already chased after him. The other two Mahayana monks did not hesitate, and the three figures disappeared in an instant. .

"Hey, Heraf, it seems that the three elders are taking good care of you!" Shi Zhongjian gloated after the three Mahayana monks had left.

"Do you want to have a fight?"

Heraf raised her brows, and a flash of anger flashed in her eyes... Of course she knew that the three elders didn't do anything here, because on the one hand, Murong Xianxian moved too fast, and on the other hand, they were jealous of her.When the Qingluan treasure chariot was snatched from a distance, I am afraid that apart from Qingluan, the other magic weapons could not be kept.But her grandfather is in retreat, so it would be nice to be able to send a voice transmission to ask someone for help. Even if the three of them did, she couldn't help it.

"Forget me, I'll post the pictures later!" Seeing that Heraf was angry, Shi Zhongjian immediately faltered and left in a hurry.

At this time, the formation was almost destroyed, and other robbers could already be seen in the mist. Both of them were eager to gather the clansmen, but they didn't care about it anymore... But after counting the number of people, the two People want to cry but have no tears.

There were less than a hundred people left in the three gangs, and the strong ones were completely lost, while the Lin clan was the worst, even their boss Yu Xiang was beheaded.

A few days later, in a desolate wilderness, a crack in space suddenly appeared, and three crisp birdsongs rang out from the crack, a green light flashed, and a treasure chariot driven by three green luan flew out of the crack, The space crack slowly closed behind him.

"These guys really have ripped pants and legs, they don't want any face!"

Murong Xianxian on the treasure chariot had a gloomy face, the three Mahayana monks of the Yu clan chased too closely, often they had just escaped for a day or two, and these guys caught up with secret methods.She also fought on the way, although she was able to surround them with a sword array.But the strength and magic weapons of these three people are too strong, the sword formation alone cannot kill them, and if the stalemate continues, it will be of no benefit to Murong Xianxian, so now they can only find a way to get rid of them.

"It would be great if we could escape in the space crack for a long time." Xue Yun Falcon said with some regret.

Space Rifts are supposed to be scary.If it was Murong Xianxian herself, she could tear apart the space continuously to get rid of Fallen Feather cultivator's pursuit.But with so many people around, especially Xueyun Falcon and others, she couldn't hide them in the crystal world.However, the spiritual vibrations emitted by Qingluan and Baoyan when they fly are especially dangerous for the extremely unstable space itself. Once it drives the turbulent flow of the space, even Murong Xianxian will be in danger.

"Hmph! I want to teach them an unforgettable lesson here!" Murong Xianxian clenched her fists, she hated this feeling of powerlessness. r1152