Fairy

As soon as the sky turned pale, Wang Xian stood up and flew towards the roof of the inn against the morning glow, floating above the roof of the inn, devouring vitality, sucking in the morning glow, breathing out.

The disciples of Huang Quan Dao woke up from cross-legged meditation one after another, swept away the dust on their bodies with the dust-cleaning talisman, and flew high into the sky with the magic weapon.

Huabiao counted the number of people, and the two elders led the long team towards Yunxiao Mountain.

In the following journey, the disciples of Huang Quan Dao did not encounter any accidents, but met some disciples of the Thirteen Dao, and they flew towards Yunxiao Mountain together.

Yunxiao Mountain is a towering deep mountain surrounded by clouds. Yunxiao Mountain is conical. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there are step-shaped squares.

Along the way, the same door asked Wang Xian how to escape from the Ksitigarbha extermination and killing flames. Wang Xian hesitated and dealt with it, and he was relieved when he arrived at Yunxiao Mountain.

On Yunxiao Mountain, there are dense squares and rows of pavilions. The disciples of Yunxiao Dao control the clouds one by one to welcome distinguished guests from all sides.

Yunxiaodao is a sect based on clouds and thunder. The flying magic weapon they refine, the cloud magic weapon, and the attack magic weapon, the god thunder magic weapon, are unique in the cultivation world of Yan Kingdom.

It was the first time for Wang Xian to see a disciple of Yunxiao soaring through the clouds and flying through the fog, and he leisurely yearned for that flying style, which was much more chic than driving the Huangquan ghost knife.

The one who guided the disciples of Huangquan Dao was a disciple of Yunxiao Dao in orange clothes. She led everyone to live in a pavilion on the mountainside of Yunxiao Mountain.

There are sitting platforms around Yunxiao Mountain, which are formed by clouds, for practitioners to watch the battle.

"The spectator platform formed by these clouds is really magical." Wang Xian left the pavilion, flew to a spectator platform, and looked at the squares on the mountain at a glance.

The viewing platform is like a cloud ladder, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, layer upon layer, it is truly majestic and spectacular.

It was the first time for Wang Xian to see the cloud magic weapon of Yunxiaodao. He flitted from one spectator platform to another, experiencing the feeling of stepping on the clouds, and seemed to realize something in his heart.

Wang Xian performed the Ziyang Noisy Sky Art, and suddenly the rays of light shot into the clouds, making the platform for watching the battle even more beautiful.

"Go to the highest viewing platform in Yunxiao Mountain and have a look." Wang Xianteng flew over the viewing platforms one by one, and suddenly saw that the above viewing platforms were pink clouds. One sniff, smell the air of powder.

The sound of scolding and apologizing came from the spectator platform above his head. Wang Xian swept his consciousness and saw a group of female disciples of Yun Xiao Dao standing on the spectator platform above. They surrounded the three disciples with pink clouds.

"Okay, you disciples of Huangquan Dao actually trespassed into the residence of female disciples of Yunxiao Dao, you are so daring. Today, my lady will teach you a lesson." A beautiful girl with a frost mask shouted coquettishly.

"Fang Xiaoyun, don't accuse the good guys. We came to watch the battle and play on the Yuntai, so we mistakenly saw your female disciple of Yunxiaodao playing in the lake below." A disciple of Huangquandao with a purple gold crown on his face argued hard .

"The last six years, you three sneaked into the residence of the female disciple of Yunxiao Dao, and we sisters taught you a lesson. This year, you actually broke into the residence of the female disciple of Yunxiao Dao on Yunxiao Mountain. You don't want to live anymore. " Fang Xiaoyun's eyes turned cold, and he shot two silk threads with both hands, pulling two groups of pink clouds and bombarding the three Huangquan Dao disciples.

Three Huangquan Dao disciples sacrificed the Huangquan Ghost Knife, and the thirteen Huangquan Ghost Knives turned into flywheels and cut fiercely at the clouds that were coming.

The flywheel easily cut into the clouds, and easily changed the expressions of the three Huangquan Taoist disciples. They exclaimed: "This is a trap."

"I know the trap, it's too late." Fang Xiaoyun put his hands together in seals and recited the formula. The pink clouds turned into two cloud dragons and entangled the thirteen ghost knives of Huangquan.

The three Huangquan Dao disciples suddenly found that their spiritual consciousness had lost contact with their Huangquan ghost knife, and shouted in unison: "Return our Huangquan&#[-];