Yuxiang

"Hehe, the Yu Clan does not have any grievances with us, so if the three fellow Taoists leave, we will never stop them, but these few... If you want to leave, you can, as long as you leave the storage magic weapon on your body and this green car. The Luanbao chariot is fine, and the magic weapon you use, the flying sword, can be taken away. "Sister-in-law Suo Keluo said the net, the girl who read the most words said," said the head monk with a slight flicker of his eyes.

He couldn't see through the real cultivation of the three vultures, and he was worried that this matter would be known by the Yu clan, so he tried to test it with words. It would be best if the three Yu clan could leave alone.

The other cultivators around also showed a mocking look on their faces, as if they were sure of their group... It's no wonder, except for the three members of the Yu clan whose cultivation level is hard to judge, the others The most powerful ones are only in the middle stage of Chunyang. With their strength, they will definitely crush these people.

"Fellow Daoist is joking, we are companions, of course we have to advance and retreat together."

Vulture lowered his face, pretending to be such a thing, "Everyone, if this matter gets out, you will face endless pursuit!"

"Hehe, what you said reminded me."

The head cultivator smiled, swung his sleeves, and more than a dozen gray brilliance shot out, and fell into the ground in a certain direction like lightning... With a "boom", the ground shook slightly, and the surrounding space suddenly distorted. Set up a formation to prevent Murong Xianxian and others from escaping.

"It's fine now, so what if the power of the Yu clan is great? The dead will not pass on the news." The headed monk Chunyang flashed a smug look on his face, and with a wave of his hand, a purple gourd appeared in his hand.

Seeing this, more than a dozen other monks took out a purple gourd without hesitation... This gourd was only about an inch high at the beginning, but after they played a magic formula, it instantly turned into a purple gourd. Tall and short, the big gourd with purple air on its surface and gleaming runes is not ordinary at first glance.

These monks didn't talk too much, and after casting a series of formulas, they pulled out the plug of the gourd, and immediately a puff of purple mist sprayed out from the mouth of the gourd, and then diffused quickly, and then formed a huge mist cluster, heading towards the gourd. Murong Xianxian and the others slowly pressed down.

These cultivators were merciless as soon as they made a move, and they really planned to kill Murong Xianxian and others in one fell swoop.As for the three Yu clan monks, although they are from powerful Yu clan and the forces behind them are not easy to mess with, they obviously have no intention of letting them go.

When the vulture saw the mist, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted: "This is dense purple mist. It is good at devouring spiritual energy and corroding magic weapons. It is very powerful. Don't let it get on your body!"

The faces of Wunanlou and Najialou also became solemn, but everyone was not too flustered, because they were all under the Buddha light of the relic pagoda at this time, and the purple mist did not break through the Buddha light, but everyone noticed They can even corrode Buddha's light. Although the speed is not very fast, everyone is shocked.

"This is the dense purple mist? No wonder they robbed with confidence, even the Yuzu are not afraid. I am afraid that if they died under the purple mist atmosphere, they would not be able to find their trace even if they tried to find it?" Murong Xianxian said.

She has heard of the reputation of the dense purple mist...not a good reputation.

The dense purple mist sounds beautiful and looks very beautiful, but it is notorious in the practice world-this magic weapon is made of a thousand Zihe carts, and these materials are all made of eight pregnant women. For pregnant women who are one month old, they will be taken out of the purple river car after they are cut open.

inhuman!

This kind of magic weapon is not even willing to be contaminated by Mahayana monks, let alone Murong Xianxian and others.

"Nonsense!" The cultivator in the pure yang state changed his expression slightly, but immediately became ferocious, and shot a spell at Ziwu.

Call ~

As if a whirlwind had sprung up out of thin air, the purple mist churned more and more violently, continuously impacting towards the Buddha's light.

"Something interesting!"

Murong Xianxian smiled faintly, but she didn't see any movement. A golden-red flame flew out from between her brows, and flew out of the purple mist... Although the purple mist was terrifying, when it touched the golden-red flame, it would make a 'chichi' ' The sound, under the contact between the two, the reaction was violent and abnormal, as if cold water had fallen into boiling oil, and it was still dissipating rapidly.

Seeing this scene, those monks were startled.

But the head monk narrowed his pupils slightly, and shouted without hesitation: "Increase the power of Ziwu! There are so many of us, even if they have some supernatural powers, they can only temporarily resist Ziwu, and they can't last long!"

This cultivator seemed to be quite prestigious among those people. The rest of the cultivators agreed, and the true energy poured into the magic weapon in their hands violently, and more purple mist gushed out... In this cultivator's mind, the opponent's I don't know what the flame is, but it will definitely be consumed. Now everyone is fighting to consume it. As long as these monks are dealt with, the Qingluan treasure chariot alone will be enough to make up for their losses.

The idea was good, but the result was not as it should be... The cultivator did not expect that the flame of Murong Xianxian turned out to be a real fire of heaven and earth. It was because Murong Xianxian had suppressed its breath, but also because its color changed a little. , so it caused a misjudgment.

Seeing Murong Xianxian make a move, the three green luan also let out a long cry, spitting out blue flames from their mouths. After advanced training, they used star sand to build their physical bodies. Although they are not as good as real physical bodies, they can still practice. Displayed a lot of magical powers of the Luan clan, this Qingluan flame is one of them, its power is not inferior to the real fire of Suzaku.

With the addition of these three flames, the purple mist suddenly became unsustainable, and the figures of the monks who had just been covered were gradually exposed.

"Go to hell!"

The three vultures had already suffocated, and the three of them were Mahayana monks after all, and they were robbed as fat sheep.There is no way to meet such a freak as Murong Xianxian, but these dozen or so people... the moment the dense purple mist became thinner, the six wings of the three of them fluttered slightly, and countless feather-like rays of light shot around. .

puff!puff!puff!

Probably because the attack was too sudden, the six monks were caught off guard. Their protective brilliance was like paper, and they were shot in an instant, and their bodies were shot like a sieve. Looking around, before he could figure out why this kind of thing happened, the second wave of blows had already come, and the six primordial spirits had completely dissipated before they even had time to shout 'forgive me'.

"Mahayana... senior, this... this is a misunderstanding!"

The headed monk finally found that he had kicked the iron plate, not to mention the golden flame and the Qingluan who was not a waste (before that, they once thought that the three Qingluan could no longer perform magical powers, otherwise how could they be reduced to chariots? Driving?), these three Mahayana monks are definitely not something that my group can provoke.

"Misunderstanding? A beautiful misunderstanding?"

Ever since Najialou was forced to follow Murong Xianxian, he had been full of depression, especially after realizing that Murong Xianxian couldn't do anything, his heart was even more panicked. At this time, he finally had a goal to vent, sneered, a The huge black palm slammed down on the remaining monks.At the same time, Vulture and Wu Nanlou also shot at the same time.

"Run!"

The face of the leading monk changed suddenly, but he was very loyal. Before leaving, he did not forget to say hello. Three monks failed to escape, and were patted into meat sauce by three palms that fell from the sky. Scattered and fled.

"Where to go!"

The monks of the Fallen Feather Tribe are naturally warlike and murderous. How could the three Vultures let go of these three people who offended them?

"Tianhu, pack up, let's go first."

Murong Xianxian didn't care about those seizures anymore, now Hu Xinmei and Mu Tianhu temporarily acted as the managers, they classified and kept the seized things, and then made a list regularly, unless there was something that needed special attention.

Suzaku's real fire flickered slightly, and it had turned into a stream of light and sank between her eyebrows. The Qingluan treasure chariot rose into the sky and flew towards the second floor of the Abyss of the Sea of ​​Fog... Without much delay, there was a burst of piercing sound behind her, The three vultures chased up from behind one after another, and then the speed of the Qingluan treasure chariot suddenly increased, and it flew towards the entrance of the second floor.

Under normal circumstances, there is no need for Murong Xianxian and others to control the flight of the Qingluan treasure chariot. The three Qingluan are not puppets. As long as you tell them the flight route, they can fly independently, and even some small obstacles on the road can be easily handled. .Murong Xianxian and the others would only attack in special areas or when encountering relatively powerful enemies.But Shuiyue and the others are practicing in the treasure chariot, and when they meet a suitable opponent, they will also attack... At least Yin Wanru and the others have a feeling that their flying fish sword formation is getting more and more terrifying, and In this environment, their cultivation is still rising steadily.

Three days later, Qingluan's chariot flew over a huge mountain range. In the very center of the mountain range, there was a huge crypt, like a monster's big mouth, which spewed out black mist, and from time to time, there was a huge cave. There were bursts of sinister and strange horn sounds.

"Is this the entrance to the second floor?" Murong Xianxian asked.

"Yes, it's normal here. With the speed of the treasure chariot, it takes about eight hours to enter the second floor." Vulture said.

The eyes of Yin Wanru next to her were somewhat joyful and curious, while Qiu Zhiruo was somewhat contradictory. She left a lot of family secrets along the way, and she didn't know if Qingluan's chariot was flying too fast or what was the reason. She didn't dare to separate from Murong Xianxian and the others, otherwise, with her cultivation as a cultivator, she would be in danger of perishing in an environment where wolves are everywhere in the Fog Sea Abyss. r52