064 Ning Zhiyuan

The bundle of dragon rope is made by their seven phoenixes, which specializes in capturing monsters and spirits and birds. The methods used are roughly the same, but the materials are different. He Tusu is made of very fine gold wire. She once used this rope to tie an iron armored elephant demon between the mountains in the south of the heavenly country. Because the elephant demon swallowed a maidservant, she used this bundle. The dragon rope entangled the elephant demon, tightened the spell, and finally strangled the elephant demon to pieces of bone and flesh.

The bundle of dragon rope flew in the air, growing to dozens of meters long, spiralling down to the two people.

Ye Jianling stared at the golden flying rope and hesitated to cut it off with the Huangquan sword now.

Suddenly, hundreds of blood butterflies flew next to it and surrounded the bundle of dragon ropes. The butterflies were slender and weak, as if any gust of wind could blow them away. In fact, it was the most vicious thing in the world. The butterfly wings waved gently, sprinkled the dragon ropes all over, and surrounded them into a ball.

He Tusu screamed and hurriedly recited the spell to take back the treasure.

However, the blood butterflies dispersed one after another, and this Chinese magic weapon has broken into gold powder all over the sky and sprinkled down with the wind.

Lingquan is still feet off the ground and floating at the gate of Baicao Huayuan.

He Tusu looked puzzled: "Did they pick you in?"

Ling Quan smiled disdainfully: "You dog kennel, come as soon as I want, and leave as soon as I want. Why do I need someone to answer?" He glanced at Ye Jianling and said, "Your mother saved my life. As long as you don't hinder me, I won't kill you. I can also guess the reason why you are here, but the Phoenix faction is about to be destroyed. You have to take care of yourself!"

Ye Jianling didn't expect that he could recognize himself and didn't know what to answer for a moment. He nodded silently.

He Tusu shouted harshly, "You bastard, he is indeed a traitor who colluded with the demon religion!"

She saw that Ye Jianling knew the blood butterfly and believed that he had colluded with this group of people. This time, she was really going to kill Ye Jianling. In the past few days, the female disciples of Qifeng's subordinates were pregnant one after another, which greatly damaged their strength and lost their face. At that time, many disciples only slept for a nap and became pregnant with the next day. Everyone Suspected of being an insider, they had long vowed that if they found this person who colluded with the demon religion, they would smash him into ten thousand pieces. At this time, they hated Ye Jianling very much and directly released ten thousand rounds and put them on Ye Jianling's head.

Lingquan sends out the yin and yang method. Wheel, take Wan Ren's wheel: "Do you still want to kill others when you see your life? Here, whoever I let live can live, and whoever I let die must die!"

His yin and yang method. There are two wheels in total. Wanren's wheel is clamped up and down, and Yin and Yang Pisces rotates relative to each other. This treasure is a psychic treasure. Wanren's wheel is just an ordinary treasure tool. The two sides are one level apart, not to mention two enemies. They only heard the sound of "squeak" of metal twisting and friction. Finally, it banged, and Wanren wheel broke directly. Sparks all over the sky.

He Tusu was both distressed and angry, but she was more afraid. For the first time in her life, she thought of running away. Her body was wrapped in a colorful light and flew up, trying to break through the roof and escape back to the palace on the mountain for help. However, Ling Quan did not give her a chance to escape, but saw him waved gracefully. Countless blood butterflies swarmed up and rushed to He Tusu. The blood butterfly seemed to fly slowly and did not rush to escape quickly, but in fact, it arrived first. He Tusu was surrounded by blood butterflies before touching the roof, broke the light and fell to the ground.

Thousands of blood butterflies covered He Tusu's whole body and climbed up and down her weak body.

He Tusu soon lost his mind and made an extremely wonderful ripple, and could not hear the painful moan, as if it was not the awe-inspiring butterfly demon that crawled on her body, but the gentle lover's touch.

Gradually, He Tusu's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally there was no breath. The blood butterflies grew up, and their temperament was more strange. The magic eyes on their wings seemed to be alive, and even gave birth to blood-red eyes.

A monk who practiced ten layers of Chaoyuan was killed in less than half a quarter of an hour. Ye Jianling felt his scalp numb, and Liu Biyun was so scared that his body trembled and almost hung on his arm.

Ye Jianling felt that he should say something to Ling Quan, but he didn't know what to say.

At the time of embarrassment, three sword lights flew outside the door and landed at the gate, and three handsome men appeared.

Ning Zhiyuan, Jiang Shijie and Xue Wenhou are collectively known as the three swords of Fengxian and the masters of Qifeng.

These three belong to the "second generation of officials" of Tianlai Kingdom. Their fathers are either Shangshu or marshals. They have been good at home. They have studied together since childhood. Before the age of 20, they were all been admitted as scholars. The emperor was chartered to enter the imperial history platform as officials, but their fathers were far-sighted people and made an appointment to send them to Fengxian Mountain to study Taoism. All three of them are talented, talented young talents with excellent wisdom, and the financial support of the family. They soon stood out and were accepted as personal disciples by the three saints of Fengxian. If they are serious about the generation, they are the same generation as the head Tianyu Zhenren, and Qifeng has to call them uncles.

As soon as he saw the three people arrive at the same time, Ling Quan also showed caution on his face and released the phosphorus ghost fire first.

The turquoise flame condensed into more than a dozen grinding disc-sized skeletons, roaring and flying to bite over.

Three swords raised their hands, and dozens of gods were thundering like rain, blowing blue fire and spewing poison gas.

Ye Jianling is naturally not afraid of poisoning. Liu Biyun can't stand it, and his whole face has turned blue.

He quickly took out the lotus seed and sent it into Liu Biyun's mouth. Suddenly, a golden light flashed in front of him, and Ning Zhiyuan instantly moved over: "With us here, you don't have to be afraid. I feel that there is a flash of Buddha's light over there. It should be the pure eye mage who is using the magic. Now the devil's head is rampant and it's not safe outside. Hurry up from here. Go to the big monk to seek asylum!" While talking, the other two couldn't resist Ling Quan's attack and were forced to retreat repeatedly. He hurried back, and the three joined hands to fight fiercely with Ling Quan.

The four people fought desperately. The sword spirit was rampant, and the thunder and fire overflowed. The ceiling was cracked and the ground collapsed. Ye Jianling also felt too dangerous and quickly took Liu Biyun to find the Jingmu mage in the direction pointed by Ning Zhiyuan.

In his heart, he was also very confident in the great monk Jingmu. Although in the Gemini Demon God Land Palace, it seemed that the Jingmu mage was not much better than him in the fixed situation, when he really saw it out of the fixed situation, he saw that his Dharma was far beyond his imagination. Even against Lingquan, the great monk was willing to He will definitely have the upper hand. After all, his magic power is not inferior to Ling Quan, and there is also a treasure left by the Venerable Ahan. The Venerable Ahan is one of the ten disciples who practiced with the Buddha in those years. The magic weapon left is not comparable to that of a side disciple of Ling Quan!

Nowadays, there are magic shadows everywhere inside and outside the Baicao Huayuan, and evils are rampant. Whether it is those multi-handed demons or side-door masters such as blood butterflies, he can't beat them. It is safer to stay by the pure-eyed monk.

Ye Jianling pulled Liu Biyun to run quickly on the wooden bridge on the water and stepped out the sound of "empty".

Just turned around a garden, three demons with two heads and four arms were surrounding Luo Qiqiang in the center.

Ye Jianling was so scared that he raised his throat and knew that the devil's head was fierce. Luo Qiqiang, a three-layer little monk in front of them, was no different from a plate of stewed chicken, let alone three demons.

He also didn't care about continuing to hide his clumsiness. He shot three Huangquan swordsmanships from his fingers, and the light yellow light shot straight on the devil's body. He turned down, and all three demons were cut off the waist on the spot.

However, these demons have been cultivated into a climate. After two sections of their waist, they did not bleed. They rolled first and mixed into three blood-colored long rainbows. Ye Jianling used a free escape method and flew across the air to Luo Qiqiang. The three blood rainbows were like a ghost snake and were about to hit his chest.

Ye Jianling spread Huangquan's sword spirit all over his body. Thinking that the samadhi wind could not blow him away at the beginning, these three demons naturally did not have to worry. Luo Qiqiang recited a spell behind his ears: "Fire blazing Nadado!"

The three demons were about to jump on his body. Hearing the spell, they suddenly stopped. Then the golden light in front of Ye Jianling's body was shining. A big "scorpion" was suspended three meters in front of him and slowly turned. Those demons were taken in the golden light and twisted left and right, and could not escape.

Ye Jianling knew that the magic scripture hidden in his chest was launched by itself, just like his mother facing the great god and demon who ran out of the holy land of all demons. The Buddha's magic seal attached to this magic scripture could even be blocked by the blood demon god at the level of the great god demon, not to mention the ordinary disciples in these three demons.

He remembered the record in the scriptures that the Lingyan mantra had the power to defeat demons, so he quickly calmed his mind and recited the Lingyan mantra silently.

With the sound of the incantation, the word "wan" on his chest became bigger and bigger, and the golden light became brighter and brighter. The three demons could still twist and struggle at the beginning, and finally they could not move, as if they were dead fish abandoned on the shore.

Luo Qiqiang also reacted from shock at this time and shouted, "Don't hurt my brother!" He waved the sword and stabbed it through the golden light. The demons immediately attached to the sword and dyed the whole sword blood red. Luo Qiqiang was shocked and hurriedly drew the sword back. Three shadows had pounced on him.

"Fire Nadado!" Luo Qiqiang almost subconsciously roared.

The three demons were forced to fly up from him and did not dare to provoke Ye Jianling again. They turned around and passed through Liu Biyun's body and roared away.

Ye Jianling was scared. Although he had the power of the Yuan Dynasty, he did not have the cultivation of the Yuan Dynasty. Without the Huangquan Sword and the Demon Sutra, he could not even deal with a demon.

Luo Qiqiang was also sweating: "Thanks to you for coming in time, otherwise I will be eaten by the devil."

Ye Jianling waved his hand: "You suddenly disappeared just now. I thought you were going to that road, but I didn't expect you to turn to this road."

He went to help Liu Biyun, who was dull-eyed. Luo Qiqiang explained, "This hundred grass garden is connected and connected to each other. I was photographed by a magic light. Thanks to Hou Yinbing, he took five stewards to fight with the devil, and finally they were all chewed by the devil. I want to find a pure eye mage and run here to be surrounded by the devil. If you hadn't come here, I'm afraid I would follow in their footsteps.

"Your sword is Hou Yinbing's?" Ye Jianling saw Luo Qiqiang holding a fairy sword in his hand. He gently moved and threw out three or four feet long sword light, which made people cold all over the body. At a sight, he knew that it was a top-quality magic weapon. Just now, the devil's head attached to his sword and came out of the Buddha's light. The sword was not polluted. It was indeed a good treasure.

Luo Qiqiang shook it casually: "This is the ice-drinking sword. Hou Yinbing died and was picked up by me. By the way, what magic weapon did you use to cut off the three demons just now? Why is it so powerful!"

Ye Jianling hesitated a little before saying, "I once met an injured monk who supported him with the harvested mountain fruit for a month. He said that the monk changed his fate and took the donor's food. He had to teach the donor a section of Buddhism. The donor's offering to them is called wealth. They taught the giver the method of offering. They can't eat and take it for nothing. He gave me a spell, saying that it was a curse of Buddhism..."