Yan Ji was still very prestigious among the disciples of Shenxiao Peak. Even though he had now become a prisoner of Xiaozhu Peak, his words were even more prestigious than Little La Jiao Ling Hongbo. At least after hearing his words, the disciples of Shenxiao Peak who were holding a sense of depression and were very dissatisfied, did not say anything else at this time. Even if he was unwilling to accept it, he could only quickly clean up, then followed Xiaozhu Peak's footsteps, and quickly headed towards the Bahuangtai in the northern part of the Demon Xi Lake.

Then these dissatisfactions were quickly replaced by glory!

Not long after Fang Yuan and others set out on the road, the changes in the Magic Xi ​​Lake became more and more obvious.

In the sky, the magic breath was rich and the energy was lush. The sky seemed to be painted with layers of heavy ink, becoming darker and darker. This was not as what Junior Sister Xiao Qiao had guessed before. It was because she went deep into the Magic Breath Lake and found that the magic breath was getting heavier, and it was clearly the beginning of becoming richer. There was also a sharp whistling wind between the sky and the earth.

That kind of strong wind drove the demonic energy that filled the world, madly and exaggerated!

The disciples of Qingyang Sect even saw with their own eyes that a black tornado that could be seen by the naked eye roared and rolled over from not far behind them, pulling up countless giant trees and barren mountains, turning them into powder. This made them feel extremely grateful, because if they did not set out in time or set off a little late, they would definitely have contacted the tornado head-on, which was unimaginable...

“What exactly is this changing?”

"I haven't heard of such a change in the Demon Xi Lake before?"

At this time, the disciples were all a little panicked. Before entering the Demon Xi Lake, they all made preparations and learned about some possible dangers. Although some people had done a lot and some had done a simple matter, it is certain that no one had seen any records of this kind of change. This seemed to be a dangerous thing that had never encountered before!

"Quick, you must arrive at Bahuang Yuntai within one day!"

Soon, everyone reached a consensus and rushed forward regardless of everything.

"The dark magic breath in the Demon Vacation Lake is getting richer and stronger!"

At this time, Fang Yuan no longer needs to remind him, and Fang Yuan doesn’t have to think about how his crisis intuition came about!

It's very simple, the dark magic breath around them is getting stronger and stronger.

The biggest danger they faced when they entered the Demon Absolute Lake was the most common danger, which was the Dark Demon Absolute, which could take human life and even turn people into monsters. All their disciples had a spiritual light talisman. Using their minds to control this spiritual light talisman can resist the Dark Demon Absolute to a certain extent, but this is also limited!

The stronger the dark magic breath, the weaker the effect of this spiritual light talisman!

Fang Yuan had set up a large formation before, trapping the disciples of Shenxiao Peak in it, forcing Yan Ji to have the true teachings and kneel down to confess his guilt. It was because he attracted a large amount of dark magic breath into the formation, which made all the disciples of Shenxiao Peak face the risk of their lives!

Now, the danger they face is similar to Fang Yuan’s previous arrangement in the formation!

The strong winds filled with dark demon breath swept over from a distance, and it looked so irritating in my heart...

This is simply unpredictable, what is going on...

Of course, this is not the time to consider this issue. Just leave quickly and rush to Bahuang Yuntai.

"The disciples of the Qingyang Sect follow the orders and no matter what the trial is completed, they will immediately rush to the Bahuang Yuntai to meet!"

Just when the disciples were slightly grateful that they set off one step earlier, a divine thought came from Fang Yuan and Xiao Lajiao's transmission jade talisman. The one who conveyed the divine thought was Wu Qing, the true disciple of Ziyun Peak, who seemed very anxious. Fang Yuan heard this divine thought, and looked at Xiao Lajiao. It seemed that they were not the only ones who encountered such a change, but Ziyun Peak was the same.

"Now, all the Qi-replenishing pills on hand are distributed, take them, and then take them off, and then take the magic weapon. It is best not to use magic power to drive them. Use spirit stones as the source and rush to the maximum speed. Just be careful, don't fly more than three meters..."

Realizing that the problem might be even more serious than I thought, Fang Yuan quickly made a decision.

In the Magic Snort Lake, dark magic breath is everywhere. In the air, it is more dangerous than the ground and the magic breath is stronger. Therefore, it is recognized that in the Magic Snort Lake, it is best not to drive the magic weapon to rush on the road. Even if you want to rush, you can only fly against the ground. However, at this time, under the danger, you can't take care of so much. If you hurry up, you will have to pay more life guarantee.

"Swish swish swish swish swish swish"

The disciples didn't care much about it, and they all sacrificed the flying magic weapon, stuck to the ground, and rushed to the road.

At this time, we could see the gap between Shenxiao Peak and Xiaozhu Peak. Almost every disciple of Shenxiao Peak has a flying magic weapon and is skillful in driving. The disciple of Xiaozhu Peak is obviously much unfamiliar, and there are two or three people riding on the same magic weapon. This is also impossible. The disciples of Xiaozhu Peak have not yet reached their cultivation level, and the foundation is much shallow. Even before these flying magic weapons are entered the Magic Xi ​​Lake, Fang Yuan waved his hand and allowed them to enter the Magic Gallery without spending any spirit stones to collect them.

This has always been a matter of resentment from the other party in the Magic Weapon Pavilion. This true disciple had the power to receive flying magic weapons for a long time, but he was not interested and had never chosen them. Finally, he went there once when the Demon Xi Lake trial was about to be started. As a result, he got all the flying magic weapons back in one breath and distributed them to the disciples, which was speechless!

Of course, the current situation proves that Fang Yuan is doing the right thing.

In a dangerous place like Moxi Lake, it is indeed necessary to prepare more ways to save your life!

"Hurry up, but don't panic and fear. The divine power of that spiritual light talisman depends on your personal will. The more panic you are in your heart, the less powerful the spiritual light talisman will be. Those who could have resisted the dark demon breath may not be able to resist and fall into darkness..."

Fang Yuan also set foot on his flying magic weapon at this time. It was the wooden kite that had been transformed by him and Sun. He flew in the wind. Not only did he take him to rush forward, but he also flew back and forth from time to time, reminding all the disciples in the ranks. Even when he was so anxious, the strange shape of the broken wooden kite made the disciples look a little sideways, as if he didn't expect this true disciple to be like this...

……frugal!

Junior Sister Xiao Qiao, Xiao Lajiao and others couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to pull Fang Yuan to his flying magic weapon.

But soon, they gave up the idea!

Because they found that although the wooden kite looked tattered, under Fang Yuan's control, it was very agile, sometimes left and right, sometimes front and sometimes back, very fast, no worse than the flying magic weapon they drove. At some point, Fang Yuan had a thought and suddenly flew forward dozens of feet in an instant. This speed, even they were a little awkward, and it seemed very terrifying...

"boom!"

Not long after they stepped on the flying magic weapon, a strong wind suddenly swept over in the slanting thorn. The strong wind was as dark as ink, with an indescribable sense of darkness. It suddenly rolled straight towards the disciples of Qingyang Sect who were rushing to the journey. Seeing that almost half of the disciples of Xiaozhu Peak were about to be swept in by the strong wind, everyone was shocked!

"Go away!"

Fang Yuan saw it at a glance and was also shocked.

The wooden kite flew backwards in an instant, pinching the magic trick with his left hand, and immediately a surging flame rose up, turning into a fire dragon and colliding with the strong wind. Under the urging of the mysterious and yellow aura, it was hard to describe the power of the fire dragon. It actually knocked the strong wind a little bit, and its momentum also slowed down. The disciples of Xiaozhu Peak gritted their teeth and rushed forward...

"Ah... Senior Brother Fang Yuan helps..."

But most of the Xiaozhufeng disciples escaped, and the two who were pulled at the end were still swept by the strong wind. They were in the air, and even the flying magic weapon was pulled over by the strong wind. In desperation, the two of them had no time to shout for help...

"Catch my sleeve!"

Fang Yuan's heart sank, and the wooden kite galloped, and the big sleeve in his left hand hurriedly threw out.

This robe was specially made by the Immortal Sect for his true disciple. It was woven with Tianbao Dragon Silk Silk, which was extremely tough. Its form was an ancient robe with wide robe and large sleeves, which were not usually visible. At this time, Fang Yuan had his magic power infused, but the sleeves were more than meter long and slid. He pulled out one of the current disciples from the strong wind, threw them onto the flying sword of junior sister Xiao Qiao behind, and then hurriedly threw them towards another person.

"laugh……"

The disciple was almost trapped in the strong wind. Fortunately, Fang Yuan threw the sleeves in time and barely grabbed them. However, when Fang Yuan pulled back hard, he suddenly realized that the strong wind was too strong, especially the rich dark magic breath in the wind, which seemed to have a powerful and terrifying gravity. With the strength of his cultivation of the Xuanhuang Qi, he could not pull the disciple back...

"Senior Brother Fang Yuan...Save me..."

The disciple shouted desperately, looking panicked, only knowing to pull Fang Yuan's sleeve tightly, but as he stayed in the strong wind for a longer time, his voice gradually lowered, and the spiritual talisman above his head had become extremely dim. At the end, Fang Yuan saw with his own eyes that a black flame suddenly appeared on his body, and pieces of scales grew out...

He actually changed completely in such a short time...

Or, it has become less like a person!

On the body, there were some places where black flames burned out big holes one by one, revealing bones.

But his power was getting stronger and stronger, and he still pulled Fang Yuan's sleeve tightly.

"Fang Yuan...Master...Brother...Johhojojo..."

At the end, his voice had turned into a beast-like howl, his eyes were gray and he stared at Fang Yuan coldly.

At this time, his strength became much stronger. He actually pulled Fang Yuan's sleeve and was about to climb over.

"Is this the consequence of... being eroded by the Dark Demon Breath?"

Fang Yuan's mind suddenly sank. He poked his right hand back and the magic seal sword flew into his hand. Then he used a backhand sword to split his sleeves. The degenerated disciple immediately swept with the strong wind and flew to wherever he had gone.

When Fang Yuan turned around, he saw that all the disciples were looking at him, his eyes were a little frightened.

"My junior brothers, I'm sorry..."

He rushed back with his Muke, his voice seemed a little heavy: "I will give my all my strength to take care of everyone..."

"...But now, I really can't guarantee that I can protect you well!"
Chapter completed!