050 empty box

Yan Ji's face changed slightly for the first time, but she just frowned and returned to normal and said, "This is good, but it's a pity that one person is missing and there is a gap."

He said that this person is a clear and real person who did not join the war circle.

At this time, on the sword casting platform, Qingming Zhenren stood in the east, Qinghui Zhenren stood in the northeast, and Tianbao Zhenren flew in the southeast. Yang Zifan guessed that there was still one missing either the west or the upper position.

Qingming sneered and said, "It's enough to deal with a fox demon. It's the same without him."

Yan Ji giggled and said, "That's not necessarily true. How can you protect your disciples in the array without one person?" Before he finished speaking, he only heard that his laughter was still in place, but the figure had appeared over the ten thousand sword array, raising his hands and claws, and ghosts rushed to the disciples on the ground in the sky.

But at this time.

A cheerful voice suddenly came from the array: "Who said there was no one here?" I saw a golden sword light breaking out of the air, as fast as electricity, as bright as the sun, and the black shadow collided and broke.

Yan Ji was shocked and returned. The next moment, she had returned to her original position. Such a fast body was really incredible. He looked at the man directly above the disciples, with a frosty face and said, "I didn't expect you to learn the secret at a young age. I'm afraid that in a few years, you will be a famous person in this immortal world. Things. I don't want to hurt you today. Leave quickly."

The person who shocked Yan Ji with that sword was not someone else but Bai Zhufeng and Liang Yichen. He stood in white and smiled, "I'm also a disciple of the Tianyuan School. It's funny that you asked me to leave quickly."

Qingming Zhenren said, "Liang Yichen doesn't have to talk much with the evil. The disciples obey the order and sit in the array." A wave of yellow chess in his hand.

"Yes!" More than 20 disciples shouted in unison, sitting cross-legged and holding their sword fingers in their hands. They only heard Qingming shout again: "All swords are out together."

"Zun!"

The swords and fingers in the hands of the disciples of the Tianyuan School were all drawn together. At this time, a flash of the Qingming people had already appeared in the middle of the disciples and sat down cross-legged.

In an instant, thousands of sword lights poured down to Yan Ji like a waterfall, and the sound rumbled everywhere she passed. Even if there were thousands of mountains, it would be crushed, not to mention the petite body of the fox demon.

Yan Ji threw the little pet in her hand into Qingwu's hand and whispered, "Take good care of it." After saying that, she flew forward in the moonlight. She flew in the sky and danced with long sleeves. If she didn't know that she was a demon, anyone would think that it was a nine-day fairy who came down to earth in the hazy moonlight.

At the same time, behind her turned into a dark realm, with countless ferocious eyes and opening at the same time.

There, there seems to be only death, which forms a strange contrast with her beautiful face.

The moonlight shone on her, like frost and snow, but it could no longer shine an inch behind her.

She gently pointed her finger and only spoke softly.

Thousands of mountain monsters came out and collided with the oncoming flying swords.

The sound of hissing, collision, and gnawing are endless.

Qingwu Zhenren hugged the trembling colorful light ball and looked at the flying swords and goblins in the sky. He bowed his head to the colorful light group in his arms and said, "Master said, you have to live well. Go quickly! I'm going to fight with her." With that, he let go of his hand and carefully put it on the ground, patted his hairy head, and smiled like a dead man before death.

The colorful light group "Shuo, Shuo, Shuo" actually understood his words, bowed to Qingwu Zhenren, and then opened his pink feet and quickly fled to the forest beside him.

Tianbao Zhenren, who flew in the southeast corner, frowned and looked at the rounds of monsters that were cut under the sword. He felt a little uneasy, as if Yan Ji was not as simple as the surface.

Suddenly, the corner of his eyes noticed that there were many more things like ink dots on the flying sword.

"What is that?" He was shocked. Just before he figured out what was going on, one of the disciples who did his best suddenly cried out and fell into the array. His whole body twitched, and there was a trace of black air between his eyebrows. A flying sword fell to the ground at the same time with a bang in the sky, and his whole body was wrapped in black ink dots.

In this case, the fall of a flying sword is undoubtedly a shocking explosion.

Tianbao's real face changed and shouted, "Brother Qingming, be careful, Yan Ji wants to pollute the flying sword with these evil things. Haotian, Lingxiu quickly used the Qingxin curse to treat it. Haotian and Lingxiu appeared in front of the disciple at the same time when they heard the words, and their bodies turned into the power of exorcism to expel the evil things that invaded the body of this disciple.

Yan Ji in the sky raised her eyebrows and shouted, "Old man with miscellaneous hair, I want you to talk more." Wave your hands.

"Oh"

A pair of big hairy claws carried a fishy wind from the darkness to Tianbao.

Tianbao's body was slightly sideways, and he gently moved two steps under his feet, and then gently dodged the attack of this pair of demon claws. At the same time, the void of the right hand moved and turned into a simple flying sword. The sword was thick with one finger, and the sword body did not open the front. Its name "Dunjia" is the sword of Tianbao.

Yang Zifan, who was hiding aside, secretly pinched a cold sweat for Tianbao Zhenren, but at this time, Qinglin's situation in the cave made him unable to distract him. He believed that nothing would happen with Tianbao Zhenren's empty underworld cultivation.

So he quietly shrank behind everyone and hid in a pine tree and took out a red brocade box from the nameless ring. At this time, he was only 30 feet away from the black stone door of Fuyun Cave, which should be just right according to this distance.

The brocade box presented a strange blood red under the light of the pine shadow. Yang Zifan's hand was gently put on, but his heart was extremely heavy.

In front, his master Tianbao Zhenren is fighting with Yan Ji, and the disciples of Tianyuan in the Wanjian array are trying their best to drive away the evil spirit stained by the flying sword.

I sat behind them to release the magic star.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally stretched his finger to the mouth of the box.

Open the box so quickly and without hesitation.

The lid of the box was lifted, and Yang Zifan stared at the red of the size of the box, stunned, and was stunned. It seemed that time had stopped at that moment, and suddenly his pupils widened like cat's eyes, and he turned the box over completely.

He didn't expect it at all. He didn't expect it at all. The box was empty, and there was not even a word empty at the bottom of the box the size of a slap.

Now Yang Zifan was completely panicked. He was about to run to the floating cloud cave in a panic, but the dark stone door was closed and could not see any light. He knew that it was impossible for him to go in with the current situation.

Where are the three mirrors and seven elephant poison worms? What the hell is going on?