Qingyuan Immortal Palace

Just now, Zhang Lin and Nuo Po had a small battle with the dragon phantom and were slightly injured. Wanxiang Patriarch and He Dong immediately flew over to save them. At this time, the four of them were standing together.

At this time, Wanxiang Patriarch, Zhang Lin, He Dong, Nuo Po and other old acquaintances of Fang Yang stood in a row. They all saw that something was wrong with the current "Shura Field". They couldn't help but swallow their saliva in embarrassment and nervousness.

The eyes of the four beauties were originally very gentle and lovely, but at this time they were very strange.

They seemed to hear an invisible electric current, which made a terrifying sound of "sizzling..." in the air.

Wanxiang Patriarch couldn't help but say obscenely: "If this murderous look can be divided into levels, I'm afraid these women are all at the Mahayana level..."

"Why do I feel like the whole space is about to be torn apart!" Nuo Po also said with an embarrassed look.

"You two should say less!" Zhang Lin rolled his eyes. At this time, he didn't know how to persuade.

"Boss Fang, what's the big deal..." Nuo Po couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He was a rough man, naturally he didn't have delicate emotions, but such a scene made him feel uncomfortable.

Of course, Fang Yang was the most embarrassed at this time.

He wished he had the cultivation of the Void Refining Stage, could break through the air directly, flash to a distance of 108,000 miles, and dig a pit to bury himself.

"Shura Field... So scary!" Seeing this scene, the Wanxiang Patriarch seemed to remember a similar scene he had experienced when he was young, and couldn't help shuddering again.

Fang Yang looked at the three women, and then at Mu Qingqing beside him.

His Stealing Heaven Secret Technique began to operate on its own, and he found that the qi of the three people began to fight wildly.

These colorless and invisible qi formed a "slag" shape for a while, and then turned into a "male" shape, and the qi of the entire space was extremely chaotic.

After a moment, Mu Qingqing stopped looking at each other, but held Fang Yang's hand with her right hand, and then stroked her slightly bulging belly with her left hand, showing a victorious attitude.

Zhang Lin and the others almost dropped their jaws to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yang was also a little helpless, and his heart trembled slightly.

At this time, Mu Qingqing seemed to have seen this, and then asked generously: "These three women are the confidantes you mentioned to me before."

Fang Yang nodded and said with some shame.

At this time, the extremely wretched Wanxiang Patriarch also covered his eyes embarrassedly, as if he didn't want to see the Shura scene of the four women fighting each other with their eyes.

The eyes of the three women, Xue Xishuang, looked at Fang Yang, from the initial hope, to disappointment, and then to despair.

This look was mixed with extremely complex emotions. It can be said that such a look is full of stories.

Then the three women turned their heads away at the same time, no longer looking at Fang Yang and Mu Qingqing, but tears kept falling like raindrops.

They didn't say a word, but they seemed to have said a thousand words.

Fang Yang was a little embarrassed to see such a scene, but the shame on his face became more and more obvious.

Many Jiaolong monks saw such a scene and guessed a lot of things in their hearts.

A Jiaolong monk secretly communicated with other Jiaolong monks: "Yes, these three women are his old lovers! The woman next to him is probably his new lover. The old lover will be completely confused when he sees the new lover!"

"Humph, he still made these troubles with his old lover and new lover during the war, and dared to be distracted from the enemy. This is too much to underestimate the inheritance of my Jiaolong clan!" Chihuo obviously felt that this was a great opportunity to counterattack.

"The plan now is to capture these women and use them as threats, and there may be a chance of victory!" The Jiaolong monk named Chilie gave Chihuo advice.

"If we can't catch them alive, we'll kill all these women! If he dares to kill my people, we must make him lose his loved ones!" Another Jiaolong cultivator had an extremely vicious idea.

Seeing this, Chihuo obviously thought this was a good opportunity for a sneak attack.

Then, Chihuo flipped his hand, and a dragon scale-like talisman appeared in his palm. He exerted all his strength, and some dragon scale talismans suddenly hit Fang Yang, while the rest were directly hit by Xue Xishuang and the other three women.

Because Chihuo suddenly attacked this time, the dragon scale talisman came with great momentum and instantly transformed into dozens of red Jiaolong phantoms.

Each of the phantoms transformed by these Jiaolong talismans has the peak cultivation of the spirit transformation, which is obviously not something Chihuo can refine with his current strength. It can be seen that there are powerful cultivators behind these Jiaolong tribes.

Fang Yang immediately drew his sword regardless of his own safety, and the sword light flew away quickly, blocking the three female cultivators.

However, because he drew his sword in a hurry, the sword light was not powerful enough, and he could only barely resist it with all his strength.

The attacking phantom transformed by the other dragon talisman had already rushed to Fang Yang's vicinity.

"Hmph!" Mu Hongyun snorted coldly and immediately drew his sword. His five-colored phoenix sword turned into a phoenix phantom and rushed directly towards the group of dragons.

His five-colored phoenix sword was a mid-grade immortal weapon. Although it could not exert its full power, it was no problem to resist these dragons.

Just when everyone was entangled by the dragon talisman, Chihuo took action.

"Follow me to capture the hostages!" Seeing this, Chihuo knew that this was an opportunity, and immediately took the five remaining dragon monks around him and rushed directly to Xue Xishuang and the other three.

At this time, Fang Yang and Mu Hongyun were blocked, Xin Meng Wuhen, Zhang Lin, Nuo Po and others were injured and could not fight anymore.

Although He Dong's cultivation was not weak, he was also good at formations, not good at fighting, and he was unable to rescue at this time.

Seeing that Chi Huo was about to succeed with many dragons, at this critical moment, a pearl flew in the sky.

There was the light of the sun and the moon in this pearl, which seemed real and illusory. It actually contained the spiritual energy of the sun and the moon, and the speed was faster than Fang Yang's sword light.

The light of the sun and the moon in this pearl could not only block the sight with strong light, but also seemed to block the mind. Chi Huo and other cultivators thought they were about to succeed, but they were suddenly suppressed by the brilliant light.

This thing was Mu Qingqing's treasure, the small sun and moon pearl.

This was the ancient treasure that He Dong obtained by breaking into the trial place of the three ancient religions in Kunlun. After Mu Qingqing's sacrifice and refinement over the years, it has become quite powerful.

With a few "bangs... bangs..." sounds, Chihuo and the other Jiaolong monks were instantly hit by the gem.

Only Chihuo flashed red light, and a mysterious shield protected his body, which was obviously the inheritance treasure he mentioned.

The other Jiaolong monks were hit on the forehead, and their brains burst instantly.

(Thanks to the beef hot pot base, Xiaoyu Qiao, the divine pupil who likes ginger grass, the low-level desire, Yutong who likes sand stalks, Jingyi who likes to eat stewed silver carp head, the Blood River Saint Ancestor of Madeira, and those gifts from the boyhood! The specific list of thanks is in the comment area, thank you!)

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