Chapter 228 (1/2)

The two ancestors put on a show for a long time, and then they really fell off the road. There was a primordial friar who went forward and recited the father's will.

”Fengwu and Fengtong, the main peak of Fuyu, arrived. There are 31 people in the golden body hall. Come and see you quickly!”

The friar in the early days of Yuanying said something, looked in the direction of Xiang Yang and Chu Xuan, then pointed behind him and said in a harsh voice, ”don't come here quickly! Kneel here! Where are the others in the golden body hall? They are dead. Ten people shake the mountain and hammer me. Tear the chicken with their hands and wait for them.”

As he spoke, he suddenly began to talk nonsense. With his mouth open, he jumped out of a pile of messy voices, but he didn't feel it and was still drinking and scolding there.

Feng Wu was sitting there with the old God, enjoying the service of the female nun beside him. Suddenly, he frowned, his eyes flashed, stretched out his hand, grabbed and pinched, and a very faint shadow was directly pulled out of the night and fell in front of him.

”What is this?” Rao Shi, who has lived for thousands of years, has never seen such a thing. He is half a foot long, has a cow head, a fish body and six claws on his belly. His whole body is transparent, with a trace of very light silver. In the depths of his body, there are thin black lines floating.

Although he has been in the ninth turn period, he is also well-informed, but the details of the Fuyu sect are not at the same level as the Wanfa immortal sect. Naturally, there are too many differences in the records of strange things in the sect. The thousand poisonous silver dragon is recognized by green bud, but he is at a loss.

But in any case, it will not be a good thing. In this moment, the friar in the early days of Yuanying was filled with black gas, and his mouth was swollen as if he had hung two pieces of bacon. Until this time, he found something wrong, whined and screamed and jumped up, but after a moment, he was numb and fell to the ground and twitched.

Xiang Yang walked down the Jiuqu bridge, looked down at him, stabbed him with the Ruyi stick in his hand, and then raised his head with a smile: ”it's strange. Why did a mad dog suddenly go mad...”

Chu Xuan didn't follow him. In the face of two nine turn monks, Xiang Yang's own safety can be guaranteed, but it's hard to say. He simply let him stay on the bridge and stay away, at least for a reaction time.

According to Huo Bao, among the ancestors of the main peak, the cultivation and combat effectiveness of the two are several grades worse than him alone, but there are some troubles when they work together. However, according to Xiang Yang's view now, this trouble is estimated to be very big.

In any case, the as like as two peas and nine of them, the two men are the same as the drum, but they are always brothers. This kind of opponent often has some joint tactics, but the war is very geometric.

But now they are in longsaliva gorge. Even if they don't use those cards, they can't escape from their palms by relying on the array plates they have laid long ago...

Isn't this an automatic dish?

Feng Wu looked at the miserable situation of the Yuan Ying friar, and then looked at the transparent strange fish imprisoned by him in the air. Finally, he knew how Cangqing had won the move, but even so, what could he do? He doesn't even know what this thing is.

He focused all his attention on Xiang Yang for fear that he might make some more yin moves. Then he brightened his eyes and stared at the humble black iron stick in his hand. For a moment, he was so hot that he couldn't even care about the Yuan Ying disciple who fell to the ground.

If according to what Cang Kuo said, is this the mysterious weapon? It's still in the boy's hand!