"Qingshuangtai, the person they are looking for is Wu. In fact, as long as I leave this place, you will be safe."

While going down the mountain, Yuan Wuji sat in a wheelchair and sighed to Mu Chengxue behind him.

"Mu Chengxue promised not to regret what she promised. Qiu Liang and her brother have already arranged it. They are in the secret passage now, and you have also said that their goal is you. As long as we leave, they will be safe."

Although Mu Chengxue has a cold personality, she keeps her promises.

Just as the two left Hengshan, Ancient Yue walked in the woods, the killing disaster came again.

Two steel wires were thrown away, Yuan Wuji slid his head slightly, and two steel wires were wrapped around the wheelchair back behind the wheelchair. The next moment, the steel wires were tight and he wanted to divide the wheelchair into two.

Yuan Wuji slapped his palms on the wheelchair suddenly, and the wheelchair that was about to collapse was integrated in an instant.

"Fallen plums and snow!"

After a sudden attack, Mu Chengxue made a mistake in both palms and rushed out suddenly.

But in the future, dozens of sword-holders rushed out of the woods and slashed the knife.

"The Burial Sword Club!"

Seeing these people's outfits, Mu Chengxue scolded coldly, without mercy, "The green plums are touched by the snow!"

With a quick palm slap, more than a dozen people flew backwards in their chests.

"Mu Chengxue, since she has given up her qualification to pursue the dead, she should not meddle in other people's business, because - meddling in other people's business will kill people!"

The Burial Knife Association Wei Duke Duke Changchun flew out of the woods. He stirred the two steel wires in his hand and took off the head of the wheelchair.

Yuan Wuji did not take action, but just pulled the mechanism on the wheelchair. Two iron thorns pierced out from below, blocking the killer move of the steel wire.

"Qingshuang draws his sword!"

When Mu Chengxue saw Yuan Wuji behind him in danger, the green sword suddenly fell into her palm and killed Xiang Du Changchun.

After being targeted by Mu Chengxue, Du Changchun had no time to pay attention to Yuan Wuji.

The remaining burial swordsmen around him rushed over again when they saw this, but as soon as they approached Yuan Wuji three feet, they all fell to the ground with a blue face and died of suffocation.

"Use poison?"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded from behind.

I saw the ghost wasteland hell transformation to come at some point, "I don't know if your poison can break through the protection of Guiyan."

"Prets must have the awareness of prey."

Immediately afterwards, a low voice sounded, and the six Yun Jiao appeared with the Dark Realm Meixuanhuang, Mi Zaobai and others.

At the Burial Sword Association, the demon world came to take Yuan Wuji's head and the golden dragon key. Mu Chengxue returned to Yuan Wuji's back and stared at the two sides with a serious face. Tensions suddenly appeared on the three sides.

"It seems that I am very popular. As soon as I was sent to the Buddha Township, the Demon World and the Burial Knife Association arrived. It was a coincidence."

"Um?"

The three leaders also looked shaking because they knew they all said they had received a flying letter, which means there was a shadow of a force behind the scenes.

"Hmph! No matter what the reason, no matter who is planning, today, your life is going to be settled!"

The ghost wasteland hell where the three evil spirits gathered is becoming more and more arrogant and arrogant. Especially after defeating the Fallen God Que and regaining the position of the Lord of the Demon Realm, he did not take the heroes of the world seriously.

As soon as the words fell, the ghost wasteland hell turned into a sharp palm and urged his life to come.

"The smoke from Mount Lu shines on the moon!"

Mu Chengxue Jade Sword stings back, blocking the Killing Palm of the Ghost Wasteland Hell.

but,

"Can you block so many of us alone?"

The six Yun Jiao waved his hand coldly, and the mysterious yellow behind him and the mysterious soapy white attacked at the same time, while he himself faintly blocked in front of the Burial Sword Association, "This prey, the Dark Realm of Wushidao is about to be settled."

All three parties are full of confidence in their struggles.

It was as if Yuan Wuji's life was like taking a baby to them.

Yuan Wuji saw it from the perspective of a god and cooperated with these mortals to act in a play, so he was not in a hurry to show his power.

Otherwise the game will end soon.

God’s life is so boring and tasteless.

It would be boring if you don’t find some fun for yourself during this slow recovery process.

However, this does not mean that any demon Taoist horn is qualified to attack him.

Although they were wary of it, Mei Xuanhuang and Mi Zaobai kept breathing even more, as soon as they approached Yuan Wuji's land, they screamed and were directly corroded the next moment.

The two of them died in an instant without even having time to use a single move.

Even the six Yun Jiao was shocked because even he didn't notice anything strange, and his subordinates were already dead.

"Six-headed Yun Jiao, if you want to kill me, just come by yourself. Are you humiliating me with such a demonic horn?"

"Arrogant!"

The six-headed Yun Jiao's eyes are full of anger. As the leader of the dark world, how can he be so underestimated?

Although he knew that the other party was weird, if he retreated today, wouldn’t other people make a joke?

"kill!"

The Yin-Yang Road in the hands of the Six-Headed Yun Jiao appeared. This was a two-string fork similar to a scorpion-shaped shape. The overall exuded a bright red aura of death. The double blades were extremely sharp. There were many vermilion pendants hanging in the handle. The end of the handle was designed in a hook-blade shape, mainly using stab skills. The highest demon energy of the user can penetrate any hard armor.

This is also the supreme artifact of the dark world.

Faced with the fierce killing blade, Yuan Wuji turned his wheelchair and retreated, avoiding the first move. At this time, the steel wire was tied to the wheelchair again and pulled it hard, trying to pull Yuan Wuji to the side of the Burial Knife Club.

Both sides attacked Yuan Wuji at the same time. Mu Chengxue was anxious, and the sword in her hand became more and more fierce. However, the Ghost Wasteland Hell became extraordinary and made her unable to help.

At this moment, a sword energy from outside the sky suddenly came to rescue.

"There is no one in ancient times, and who is the only one who is alone in the clouds? I lie on a high tomb, and I walk in a poem about spring and autumn."

Accompanied by the poem, Yi Qixing suddenly appeared, stood up in front of Yuan Wuji, and retreated from the two heroes one-on-two.

"Another desperate enemy, it's just right!"

The six-headed Yun Jiao snorted coldly, and the killing move was reappeared. The thick demonic power poured into the Yin-Yang Road, and the extreme sharpness pierced through the space and arrived.

At the same time, the life-seeking wire also hit again.

Yi Qixing's sword moves are sharp, one-on-two.

Just after everyone exposes Yuan Wuji to an unguarded state again.

Sudden,

"Wanxuan Swallowing Wool."

Xuanding Anger, who had gone back and returned, reappeared, and the quiet whirlpool condensed in the palm of his palm, swallowing the power of heaven and earth, and directly attacked Yuan Wuji's vest.

Obviously, this was a premeditated palm.

Although I am afraid of Yuan Wuji's poison, it is precisely because of this that I should kill him.

"Hmm? So that's your plan."

Feeling the murder of Buddha behind his back, Yuan Wuji suddenly raised his palm, directly igniting the world, "Ten Palms of Clouds - Endless Thunder!"

Boom!

With a pair of palms, the thunderstorm sounded, and the sky also shouted for it. Xuan Ding's Noori flew backwards immediately, as if he was killed by thunder, and the lightning was rushing around him.
Chapter completed!