Chapter 1037： Bimonthly

A million cultivators came out together, and there were a million Changhong around the Yuyaoguan, and their figures went in all directions.

Such wonders make many monks remember it in their hearts.

In Haoyuan Mansion, Qin Xuan also stepped out.

"The high monk is leaving?" Qiao'er looked at Qin Xuan in a cowardly voice, "Can the high monk tell Qiao'er where the high monk is going, Qiao'er can explain to the princess!"

She looked at Qin Xuan pitifully, Ye Youding had already returned to the capital of the Kingdom of God, and was about to enter the Saint Tianzhen Sect as the descendant of the saint.

Qin Xuan never embarrassed Qiao'er, and said lightly: "If you will enter Middle-earth, you can just tell Ye donor like this!"

Qiaoer breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "Thank you, monk!"

Qin Xuan smiled softly, his eyes were looking at the many dark shadows in the distance, and he stepped on his feet, and suddenly disappeared, leaving all the monks watching him behind.

At an exit of Yuyaoguan, Baoyan was in the air.

This is a glazed treasure, in the moonlight, extremely gorgeous.

Many monks stared at this treasure, with envy in their eyes.

This is the seven-colored glazed glaze of the Holy Demon Tiangong, it is a fifth-grade heavy treasure, looking at Mo Yunxing, there has never been a fifth-grade car magic weapon that can compare with it.

Under this seven-colored glaze, there are ten major formations, which are enough to resist the siege of several Taoist monarchs. It is the powerful existence of the newcomer, and it is difficult to break the seven-colored glaze with one blow.

And the identity of the master of this seven-color Liuli Nian is more than enough to make many monks look up.

The saint of the Holy Demon Temple is no fairy!

Under the gaze of admiration and envy, Bao Nian walked away.

In the crowd, an array pattern flickered quietly and disappeared in this pass.

Qin Xuan looked at the seven-color glazed glaze, lightly stepped on it, and disappeared in Yuyaoguan.

As Qin Xuan left, a figure appeared with an ugly face, looking at the place where Qin Xuan disappeared.

...

Seven colored colored glaze, Wu Xianduan sat in this treasure.

She is lazy, with her clothes half covering her body, with a coquettish appearance. If she can make the immortal move the mortal heart, she will be the existence of high concentration, and will not ignore it.

Her fingers were wrapped around her hair, and the sound transmission jade slip in her hand flickered slightly.

"Holy woman, my subordinates have checked Mo Yunxing's unscrupulousness. He started from the Northern Wilderness. It is said that a disciple of the Tianyun Sect had seen this person in the Tianyun Sect." Shen Hou's voice slowly sounded. "If the saint wants to explore, please ask the elders to visit Tianyunzong."

Wuxian's eyes flashed, "Tianyun Sect? Is the sect where the old wind demon is located?"

Her brows wrinkled slightly, but there was a kind of pitifulness, which made a ripple in her heart.

Wuxian slowly closed the sound transmission jade slip. Before in the Hanjiao Tower, Qin Xuan said her real name, which shocked her heart.

The village she was in had already turned into nothingness. The only people in the world who knew about it were her master, the palace owner of the Holy Demon Palace, and her.

But now, an unknown monk knew these secrets, making Wuxian's heart more than a huge wave.

This monk, she must thoroughly investigate, if she hadn't had anything to do at the moment, the place where she appeared was not outside Yuyaoguan, but above Haoyuan Mansion.

When Wuxian was thinking about it, in an instant, her eyes trembled and the corners of her mouth curled up.

"Old man, this saint knows that you don't give up!"

The sound fell, and the seven-color glazed treasures hovered across the sky, like a seven-color changhong, crashing down in front of the night.

boom!

In the night, there seemed to be a giant net emerging, with countless formations outlined, like a net of heaven and earth, covering the seven-color glazed treasure.

After this big formation, there was an old man with ten fingers outlined with thousands of formations, and he kept falling into that big formation.

"Tian Xu!"

In the big formation, Wuxian's smile sounded, "You old Taoist priest, in the middle of the night, but blocking the way to me, are you trying to plot against this saint?"

As the sound fell, Tianxu's expression changed slightly, and the big array rose in an instant, and the seven-colored rays of light penetrated the big array. If one million Changhong, the entire world would be shining into a seven-colored world.

The large array was also quietly shattering, and the seven-colored colored glaze was completely empty.

Tianxu Old Dao laughed strangely: "Witch, you have taken the Hengyang fairy fruit of the Wanbao Festival. I am an old Taoist monk. How can I allow you to do such evil things? Naturally, I want to help justice and repay the injustice for the Wanbao Festival! "

The seven-colored precious light dissipated, and Wuxian did not know when he had already stood on top of the seven-colored colored glaze.

She is beautiful and graceful, bathed in this moonlight, like a demon, extremely seductive.

"Old Taoist, do you dare to talk about the righteous way, justice? Hey...Such words, let's talk to the monks who have been deceived by you for so many years!"

"This saint, let's take a look, how many cultivators will hunt down you!"

If his voice came from all directions, Tianxu's pupils flowed in waves.

The sound technique is like a illusion, and an illusion of all directions rises into the ear.

Tianxu Taoist's eyes are faintly condensed, and there are array patterns in his pupils, and there is an incarnation of the formation in the sky, like the emperor of heaven, breaking through all illusions.

There were also celestial generals who captured the dragon and the tiger, uttering a voice, and smashed the phantom array.

The phantom array broke open, and in front of Wuxian, a bone sword emerged. The bone sword was white, like the bones of some kind of supreme demon emperor. Accompanied by Wuxian's thoughts, this bone sword had suddenly torn the moonlight.

The strength of the Yuan Ying is like a vast river, into this bone sword, the surrounding world like thousands of bones, humans, monsters, beasts and demons, and they come to the sky.

With one sword, the illusion of heaven and earth was born, and thousands of bones were transformed, as if the whole world had been turned into a prison of white bones.

Even Tianxu can't help his pupils constricted slightly. He is the Taoist of Returning to the Void, and Wuxian is only the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul. Coupled with the inheritance of the immortal, the Taoist of Tianxu thought that he could deal with Wuxian with his hands, but now he realized that , I am too underestimated.

The saint of the Holy Demon Palace, the existence of millions of monks in the Holy Demon Palace, is really extraordinary.

The Taoist Tianxu gave a cold cry, his palm pressed down, and his thoughts formed an array, and the big formation was in the sky. Accompanied by the Taoist Tianxu's thoughts, millions of magic swords appeared in the large array, bombarding the many bones. go with.

The whole night seems to be plunged into a roar, if the fireworks are gorgeous, the night is illuminated thoroughly.

Until the roar ceased, Wuxian stared at him, and the same was true for Taoist Tianxu.

Both felt that each other was tricky. One was the descendant of the Immortal Formation and the other was the saint of the Holy Demon Heavenly Palace. They both crushed the same generation in the realm of comprehension. How many times, it is the Daojun fighting, and it is definitely not as terrible as the two.

The earth is riddled with holes, ripples spread to tens of thousands of miles, forests are broken and mountains are cracked.

Just when the two were about to do their hands, they suddenly turned their heads slightly at the same time.

I saw a figure stepping into the air in the direction of Yuyaoguan.

Holding the Buddha's gift, it came to light.

Qin Xuan looked at this battlefield, almost surpassing the aftermath of ordinary Taoist fighting, as if he hadn't seen it.

He glanced at the Taoist Tianxu faintly, "Tianxu, the poor monk has reminded you, this Hengyang fairy fruit, I am bound to get it!"

Before Tianxu could speak, Qin Xuan's eyes fell on Wuxian.

"Hengyang Immortal Fruit is handed over to the poor monk, you can leave safely!"

"otherwise……"

"No wonder the poor monk turned his palm to suppress it!"

"Fetch Hengyang fairy fruit again!"

The voice is calm, but if the Buddha's mantra is unquestionable.