Fairy

"This is your magic weapon space, what a huge space!" Murong Xiuyun exclaimed when he saw the vast and boundless first hall.

"More surprises are yet to come, Xiuyun, you stay here first, don't wander around. I will return to the real world so that I can escape with the beads, otherwise, you and I will be trapped here for the rest of our lives." Wang Xian Knowing that the situation is urgent, there is no nonsense. After saying this, he teleported out of the Hunyuan Realm and appeared in the cold lake water.

Wang Xian didn't care about the coldness of the lake, so he reached out and grabbed the Hunyuan Pearl, put it on his neck, and swam towards the downstream of the lake. After swimming for several hours, he saw a glimmer of light.

With a crash, Wang Xian broke through the water, poked his head out, looked around, and found that he had returned to the place where he first saw Xuanzong's disciples. His body flew quickly, and he flew to a secluded, uninhabited place. place.

"It was too dangerous just now. If it weren't for the Buddha, the old monster of the Yuanshen stage of Xuanliangzong opened a vortex channel, and Murong Xiuyun and I would have fallen into the big one. I can't be so reckless in the future, and I can't just lose the magic weapon." My own life." Wang Xian pondered, he took a rest and did not dare to leave this secluded place until it was dark.

"The sky is big and the earth is big, where will I go?" Wang Xianyang looked at the stars in the sky, and the life pictures of the Artifact Sect flashed in front of his eyes one by one, "The Artifact Sect is by no means a shelter. , there is a glimmer of life. If necessary, leave the country of Xia and go to other countries, so that Fairy Zibing will be out of reach and will not threaten my life."

The moon is high and the sky is dark, the starry sky is dark, and the sound of insects breaks the silent night from time to time.

Wang Xian was walking along the edge of the Artifact Sect. He had made thousands of times to escape from the Artifact Sect. Now he was familiar with the road and cleverly avoided the traps set by the Artifact Sect disciples.

The joint attack of the Buddha Sect and Xuanzong on the Artifact Sect was obviously not as simple as it appeared on the surface, but rather like a trap set by the Artifact Sect, and the final winner was the Artifact Sect.

The Artifact Refining Sect has almost completely wiped out the Yuanshen stage of the Buddha Sect and Xuanzong, and the strong ones in the Ancestral Stage are now finishing the finishing work, which makes it more difficult for Wang Xian to escape from the Artifact Sect.

"Who?" A sharp voice sounded from a hundred meters to the left.

Wang Xian's body was tense, he was now dressed as a disciple of the Artifact Refining Sect, and he replied in a deep voice: "Tang Chuan, Lihuo Department of the Artifact Refining Sect!"

"Disciples of the Artifact Refining Sect!" Twelve Xuanzong disciples wearing black robes flashed out of the darkness.

Wang Xian's back was covered with cold sweat. He didn't expect that he would meet twelve disciples of Xuanzong's True Astral Stage. He thought they were disciples of the Artifact Sect. Quickly took out two Huangquan ghost knives from the storage bag.

"Death!" Wang Xian shot the ghost knife of Huangquan and killed the two Xuanzong disciples in the front.

"Kill!" The twelve Xuanzong disciples shouted and rushed towards Wang Xian.

The Xuanzong disciples miscalculated the speed and power of the Huangquan ghost knife, and the two Xuanzong disciples who were attacked by the Huangquan ghost knife held up their long swords to block the Huangquan ghost knife.

With two bangs, the two Huangquan ghost knives cut off the long swords in the hands of the two Xuanzong disciples like cutting tofu, and slashed across the necks of the two Xuanzong disciples at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Rolled to the ground.

Wang Xian's move scared the remaining ten Xuanzong disciples into horror, and their attack speed was slowed down by a line.

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Wang Xian's mouth, he ignored the eight flying swords that were slashing at him, and grabbed the hearts of the two Xuanzong disciples with both hands. , pierced the hearts of the two Xuanzong disciples without hindrance.

what----

With two miserable screams, two Xuanzong disciples fell to the ground and died.

The eight flying swords slapped on Wang Xian's real demon body, like hitting on leather, leaving only light white marks on it.

"True demon body, what is your identity?" A middle-aged man from Xuanzong asked in surprise.

"Go to hell to ask you &