Chapter 320 Blood Wash Fairy Phoenix Pavilion

After sending Hua Yao and Pan Longxiu away, Su Xiaobai asked, "What are you going to do next?"

Zhuge Buliang shook his head: "I don't know yet. Now that in the troubled times of Kyushu, there are many strong people. I plan to hide my name for a period of time. I will never reveal my identity until the period of transformation."

"That's good. Now the Long family is chasing us everywhere, and I also plan to live in seclusion with Yiyi for a period of time." Su Xiaobai nodded with approval.

The two broke up and parted ways.

Zhuge Buting did not control the sky, but walked along the ancient road. He was worried. He thought of Yin Mengli, Lin'er, and Pang Xin'er. They are now in a lonely family and don't know how they are doing.

Thinking of the Dugu family, Zhuge Wuliang couldn't help but think of Dugu Helan. At the beginning, he chased and killed himself thousands of miles and took away Jiuyouwu Xuantie. Zhuge Fuliang couldn't help clenching his fist, and his eyes were shining fiercely. He swore in his heart that he would take back what he had owned sooner or later.

It's a pity that my strength hasn't grown up yet, and I can't shake the giant Dugu family.

I don't know how long it took to walk. Zhuge Buliang actually walked to the ruins of the Yaohai faction. From afar, the original island of the Yaohai faction was surrounded by fairy lights, the cranes were singing, and the rainbow bridge covered the sky. From time to time, you can also see several streamers flying from the island.

Zhuge Fuliang couldn't help frowning. After the Yaohai faction was besieged and suppressed by the prince faction, he fled overseas, and this place was also abandoned. Now look at the fairy light here, and the essence of heaven and earth is rich. Obviously, other sects have occupied this place.

"Wait for me here." Zhuge Bulaong told the little monkey to fly to Yaohai's original fairy island

"Hang, this is the important place of my Fairy Phoenix Pavilion. Who are you!?" As soon as he arrived near Xiandao, several practitioners blocked his way.

"Xianhuang Pavilion?" Zhuge Buliang narrowed his eyes and looked at the clothes on these practitioners. It was indeed the Xianhuang Pavilion.

"Who are you? Why did you come to my Xianhuang Pavilion?" A monk asked.

The fairy island of the Yaohai faction is now occupied by the fairy phoenix pavilion. Thinking of this, there was a wave in Zhuge Buriang's heart. Among the people who chased him at the beginning, there were several masters of Xianhuang Pavilion.

Looking at Zhuge Buteng's strange eyes, several practitioners of Xianhuang Pavilion did not dare to be careless. Seeing Zhuge Buteng walking in the air, it was obviously the realm of the Yuanying period. Several people were carefully guarded.

"As far as I know, this was the base of the Yaohai faction." Zhuge said insipidly.

"Yohai Pai, hum! That was at the beginning, and now the Yaohai faction has become a third-rate faction. How can it be defiled by such a third-rate faction? A monk of Xianhuang Pavilion said that his words were full of contempt for the Yaohai faction.

"I want to visit the old place again. I want to go in and have a look." Zhuge Fuliang ignored these gatekeepers and walked straight in.

"Hang, this is the rudder of my Xianhuang Pavilion. How can outsiders be wild?" A monk of Xianhuang Pavilion stopped in front of Zhuge Fuliang.

Several other practitioners also quickly stopped in front of Zhuge Fuliang.

"If you have something to do, we will go in and report it!" After all, he is a practitioners of the Yuanying period, and several gatekeepers of Xianhuang Pavilion practitioners dare not be too guilty.

"Dodge!" Zhuge Buliang frowned and was a little impatient. With a raised hand and a finger, several practitioners of Xianhuang Pavilion suddenly stiffened and were fixed by Zhuge Fuliang's fixation.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

He casually threw several people into the sea, and Zhuge Bulao floated into the fairy island like a green smoke.

Visiting the old place again, Zhuge Buteng sighed a lot. After some investigation, Zhuge Butang learned that this was just a rudder of the Xianhuang Pavilion, and there were four Yuanying practitioners in the town.

Zhuge Buliang went straight to the original Biluo Palace.

The fiery red phoenix trees hung down the secluded curtains, and everything seemed to have not changed. Zhuge Buliang walked among the flowers and recalled the original scene. When he came to the fairy pavilion, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. It seemed that I saw the white shadow again.

It's a pity that things have changed for a long time.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, there was a delicate shout behind him. More than a dozen women in Xianhuang Pavilion costumes stood behind them, looking at Zhuge Fuliang warily.

Zhugebuliang didn't say anything and still looked at the fairy pavilion quietly.

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear my sister talking to you? A sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl stood up and looked arrogant.

"You are not a disciple of my Xianhuang Pavilion. Who are you?"

Zhuge Fuliang turned around and stood behind him more than a dozen female disciples of the Fairy Phoenix Pavilion, who were as beautiful as immortals. And they all have a noble atmosphere, which is related to the skills they practice. The skills of the Fairy Phoenix Pavilion, especially women, will invisibly show a phoenix power.

Among these dozen female practitioners, only the purple-haired woman in the middle and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl beside them are eye-catching, and their beautiful face is amazing.

Especially the purple-haired woman, who has a kind of empty and light temperament, revealing a sacred, like a high nine-day mysterious girl, which makes it difficult to give birth to a sense of blasphemy.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at? Seeing that our sister Zi Ning's eyes are straight, she is simply a scoundrel." The girl beside her curled her lips contemptuously.

The woman named Zi Ning frowned slightly and said, "I don't seem to have heard of any guests from the sect. Who are you?"

Zhuge Fuliang is still silent.

"Sister, don't talk nonsense with him. He is not a good person at first sight. Sisters, take him down!" The girl shouted dissatisfiedly.

At this time, Zhuge Fuliang said, "Go away. I'm going to take away this hanging peak."

As soon as this statement came out, more than a dozen nuns suddenly showed surprise. Although the hanging peak was not very big, there were at least thousands of square meters, and he actually threatened to take it away.

"This is the important place of my Phoenix Pavilion. How can I allow you to fool!" The woman named Zi Ning locked her eyebrows and shouted coquettishly.

"Speak out wildly, sister, when we take him down and hand him over to the elders." The girl next to him shouted.

Zhuge Buzuo exhaled a soft breath and didn't say anything more. He rushed up directly to the sky above the hanging peak. He grasped it with his fingers, and suddenly, the whole hanging peak was "rumbling!" It vibrated.

Zhuge BLiang took a photo of the hanging peak and pulled up the mountain. More than a dozen nuns standing on the hanging peak were suddenly shocked and quickly rushed up.

The suspension peak was taken into mid-air by Zhuge Fuliang. One arm held the suspension peak high, but his face was not red and breathless.

"This... It's incredible that it took a photo of a hanging peak. A nun was surprised.

"Oh, my God, it really takes so much power to lift a hanging peak."

"Sister, stop him quickly." The girl was also surprised.

Zi Ning said softly, and two electric flying swords appeared above her head. The flying sword turned into two shocking thunder and splitting at Zhuge. The sound of "rumble" shook the four fields.

Zhuge Fuliang held the hanging peak in one hand, and the other hand stretched out a palm, pressing the sky. He held the two thunderbolt in his hand.

"Cock!"

The thunder dispersed, and the two flying swords turned into iron filings in Zhuge Fuliang's hand.

A phoenix sounded, and a divine bird totem appeared behind the girl. The girl and the divine bird in the totem seemed to merge into one and killed Zhuge Fuliang.

At the same time, a purple sword appeared in Zi Ning's hand. The sword was raised above his head, which actually attracted the heavenly punishment. The dark clouds were at the top of the sky, and a terrible dark cloud swirl pressed against Zhuge.

In the cloud vortex, the thunder flashed, like a doomsday punishment.

Zhuge Fuliang grabbed the girl who turned into a divine bird totem with one palm. In the totem, the girl held two magic swords and swooped down as a divine bird phoenix.

"Boom!"

Zhuge Fuliang slapped the totem and scattered the divine bird. The palm turned over, as if the void was pressed down. The girl snorted and was slapped by Zhuge Fuliang. Then Zhuge Fuliang waved his hand, and the girl was photographed in front of him.

"Gone go of me!" The girl is Jiaozha.

On weekdays, because of the strange capital, the people of the sect are cared for as if they are holding the moon. How can they experience a real life-and-death war? Now that her life is held in the palm of her hand, she really realizes her fear. There is no previous highness and arrogance.

"Gone go of the light rain!" Zi Ningjiao shouted, and the divine sword in her hand fell, driving the heavenly punishment above the sky, and the thunderbolt fell towards Zhuge.

In the face of the rolling heavenly punishment, Zhuge's face was calm. He raised the girl in his hand and threw it away against the falling heavenly punishment. He won't show mercy because the other party is a beautiful woman.

"Ah~~~ Sister, save me~~~" The girl was really scared, and there was already a cry in her voice.

Zi Ning's face changed dramatically, and the quick closing force made the falling thunder light deviate from the track and bombard in the distance. And she was also devoured, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and her pretty face was pale.

Zhuge Buliang walked in the void and held the hanging peak high.

"Scold!"

A knife light shattered the void and splits at Zhuge.

A middle-aged man killed him with a golden knife, and the peerless knife went straight to Zhuge's head.

Zhuge Fuliang punched into the void, smashed the knife, patted out his palm, and the small world in his palm hit the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man snorted, and his body flew out like a broken kite.

The golden knife was taken into the palm of Zhuge Fuliang's hand. The golden knife split a knife like a practice, smashing the middle-aged man into blood fog.

The battle here attracted many practitioners in Xianhuang Pavilion. The sky reflected in the light of sword spirit, knife light and magic weapon was gorgeous.

A stream of light flowed to Zhuge Bright.

Zhuge Buleung held a golden knife and chopped vertically and horizontally, as if entering a no-man's land. The blood rain flew, and the broken limbs and arms fell from mid-air.

Zhuge Fuliang held the hanging peak high in one hand and the golden knife in the other hand, and entered the crowd.

No one can stop his footsteps, but all close practitioners have been cut into two pieces by Zhuge Fuliang.

Countless corpses fell from mid-air, where Zhuge Bubuliang passed, blood splashed everywhere, remnants flew, and a bloody battle was staged.