The Genius of Formation and Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 810: Seven Colored Clouds of Heroes (2)
Under the steadfast gaze of the White-bearded Dragon King, a sudden change emerged.The colorful phoenix, who was about to attack again, suddenly trembled, and a ray of light flashed, and it turned into a phoenix.At this time, Luan Feng'er was extremely embarrassed, her beautiful and smooth hair was hanging loose, her crystal pretty face was bloodless, her flowing eyes like black jewels were dim, and her body was lying powerlessly on the ground, like a finger I can't even move my head.

The White-bearded Dragon King was overjoyed. Although he was in a terrible embarrassment and was seriously injured, Luan Feng'er's three axes had passed. At this time, she, let alone a big monk like herself, was able to kill her with just a random monk at the alchemy stage. won.Shaking his silver-haired and white beard frantically, the White-bearded Dragon King laughed triumphantly, stood up reluctantly, and commanded the already mutilated Tianlong Claw to grab Luanfeng'er.

When Tianlong Claw was about to grab Luan Feng'er, suddenly a Qiuhao pen flashed and lightly tapped on Tianlong Claw.The Heavenly Dragon Claw, which was already injured and didn't use much spiritual power, was immediately sent flying by the Qiuhao pen, and the White Bearded Dragon King's chest heaved for a while, and his spiritual power stagnated.

"Zhi Wuya! What do you mean? Could it be that the old man was injured, so he wanted to take advantage of the danger and rob him!" The White-bearded Dragon King was furious, staring at Zhi Wuya viciously, wishing to smash it to pieces. There are tens of thousands of corpses.After the White-bearded Dragon King, the monks in Tianyuan took out their magic weapons one after another, glared at Zhi Wuya and the others angrily, and waited for the White-bearded Dragon King to give them an order, they would be unable to eat.

Zhi Wuya chuckled, fanned a folding fan, and said with a smile: "Brother Dragon King, don't get angry, Zhimou has no other intentions, but just wanted to tell Brother Dragon King that when the two of you made the final blow just now, the time has come. The time has passed, and it stands to reason that it is time for Zhiyou to fight the demon girl. Just to take care of Brother Longwang's face, Zhimou gave Brother Longwang a little more time, unfortunately, tsk tsk..."

Zhi Wuya shook his head, tsk-tsk, and smiled, which made the White-bearded Dragon King even more furious.Staring at Zhi Wuya fiercely, the White-bearded Dragon King took a deep breath, swallowed the bad breath, and said bitterly: "Okay, it's because I'm not good at learning, so I can't blame others. Then let the old man See what you know about old monsters."

After speaking, the White-bearded Dragon King's figure flickered, and he returned to the Tianyuan cultivators. He swallowed a elixir first, and then stared at Zhi Wuya and Luan Feng'er.

The reason why the White-bearded Dragon King let Zhi Wuya take action was because he was limited by the agreement and recklessly breached the contract, letting Zhi Wuya seize the opportunity to stir up a war between internal and external law and Tianyuan. Fa Tianyuan is very unfavorable; secondly, he is seriously injured at this time, and he is not Zhi Wuya's opponent for the time being, and he must be careful of Zhi Wuya's falling into trouble; His secret technique is comparable to that of a first-level beast, who knows if there will be other back-ups, why not let Zhi Wuya have a try.

At this time, the White-bearded Dragon King had secretly sent out a special ten-thousand-mile sound transmission talisman, notifying Fatianyuan that another right elder came to help.At that time, even if Zhi Wuya captures Luan Feng'er, as long as the White-bearded Dragon King holds Zhi Wuya for a while, other monks will encircle and suppress Fat Buddha and the three of them. It will also leave an unforgettable lesson for Zhi Wuya.

The White-bearded Dragon King has a good plan, but will Zhi Wuya get what he wants?

Zhi Wuya looked at the White-bearded Dragon King and smiled, and walked towards Luan Feng'er with a flicker of his figure.Luan Feng'er was able to use the secret technique to upgrade to a first-level beast, which surprised Zhi Wuya, but fortunately, he didn't make the first move, otherwise it would not be the White-bearded Dragon King, but him who was in such a mess.But for Luan Feng'er who was already limp on the ground at this time, as if he had no strength, Zhi Wuya didn't dare to be careless, he stretched out his hand, and the Mingcha book fell, covering Luan Feng'er away.

Luan Feng'er, who was in a trance, vaguely saw the Mingcha book falling towards her, and her heart was full of despair.He planned to teach the human monks an unforgettable lesson through secret techniques, and then blew himself up.Unexpectedly, this secret technique had such high requirements on qi, and it consumed all the spiritual energy in her body at once. At this time, she couldn't even move her fingers, let alone want to explode herself.

Luan Feng'er was in a trance due to the sudden consumption of so much energy, her eyes were blurred, and hallucinations even appeared in her mind.In despair, Luan Feng'er recalled what her mother once said, that she fell in love with her father because his suave, unrestrained and heroic spirit appeared in front of her like a god descended from heaven.At this time, Luan Feng'er seemed to see a handsome and unrestrained hero Langjun appearing in front of her, blocking Zhi Wuya's discerning book, holding her in his arms, and leaving the dangerous place on the colorful clouds.

illusion!Luan Feng'er smiled wryly, and she would be disassembled by human beings immediately and become the material for refining treasure talismans piece by piece. Refined into treasures and become a slave of human beings, she will never be able to stand up again, forever.Thinking of this, Luan Feng'er fainted all of a sudden, seeing such a tragic ending, maybe it was the sorrow of a monster, no matter how hard it was to transform into a human form, it was a monster after all.What about saving your own hero?Where is he?

A beautiful miniature pheasant flew out of a folding fan, roaring and turning the human monk in front of him into ashes, and then returned to the folding fan, becoming the cute little bird on the screen of the folding fan.When the owner of the folding fan sorted the materials from the pheasant and phoenix monster body one by one, the phoenix claws, wings, tail feathers, and sharp beak were put into the cauldron to refine the magic weapon, Luan Feng'er couldn't bear it anymore, and went crazy shouted. "No! Don't! I am the inheritance of heaven and earth spirit birds and phoenixes, I am not a livestock to be slaughtered!"

In the haze, a big warm hand gently wiped the teardrops on his face.is this my heroLuan Feng'er immediately grabbed that big hand, pressed it tightly against her smooth and delicate face, and burst into tears.

"You are my hero, why did you come here? I have been skinned and dismantled, refined into a magic weapon, the demon pill has also been turned into a elixir, and the essence has become a slave, why did you come to save me!" He stopped and murmured, tears pouring down like a river bursting its embankment.

How many years have she not cried so bitterly, she did not cry when Fang Yunlong took away her natal plume, and her cultivation could not go any further; in the mountains of millions of miles, she was besieged by monsters, and how many times her life was hanging by a thread, She didn't cry; in the siege of human monks, she was injured again and again, and desperate thoughts hit the psychological defense again and again, she didn't cry.But at this moment, she was crying, as if she had returned to the most helpless cry when her mother blew herself up, leaving her alone in the dark cave.But this time, a big hand made her feel warm, and she was no longer alone, helpless and desperate.

In crying and bewilderment, in talking and complaining, Luan Feng'er woke up and fainted, fainted and woke up again, during which there was always a big hand that was not rough but very warm and kind, and was tightly held by her.I don't know how much time has passed, maybe it's because Luan Feng'er has already figured out that the development of the matter is beyond her control at this stage, or she has found a warm organization, no longer so helpless and desperate, her ups and downs of emotions finally stabilized.It's just that Luan Feng'er is still living in her dream, leaving behind the nightmare that may have been dismembered and her soul turned into a slave, to find the hero who descended from the sky and stepped on colorful clouds to save her.

(End of this chapter)