Huang Tianhua, holding the spiritual treasure Moye Sword, stood in the void, looking at the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit thousands of feet away with a serious expression. He had to kill the other party in the shortest time, otherwise, if the terrifying people from Qinglong Pass came, he would have to die.

Suddenly, a change occurred. A purple light shone in the sky, dragging its long tail, and purple suddenly covered half of the sky.

On the lush ground, on the bare Qi Mountain, tens of thousands of troops and beasts on both sides were in panic. There was no way. In this world where mountains and seas were often overwhelmed, they were just insignificant existences. Those powerful monks would not have any trouble if they were just a few moves.

Just when these people thought that the purple light was attacked by an immortal, the purple light made a bend and flew towards Huang Tianhua in a diagonal thorn.

The incident happened very suddenly. Huang Tianhua's first reaction was the attack launched by the other party's person. Without thinking, he raised his head and snatched into Gaotian and successfully avoided it.

Ziguang seemed to have recognized Huang Tianhua and dragged his long tail to chase after him.

In the sea of ​​clouds, Huang Tianhua ran in front and purple light chased behind. The scene was very happy. Of course, this was the view of others on the ground.

Huang Tianhua, who thought he was in danger, used his magic power to activate Moye's sword and counterattack at any time.

"Mr. Nephew, stop running!" An old voice suddenly appeared in the void.

Huang Tianhua felt that his voice was a little familiar, so he stopped.

The purple light that had been chasing him was dim and revealed his true body. It turned out to be a very beautiful fairy dress. At first glance, it looked like a colorful cloud.

The old voice came over again, with the meaning of elders ordering the younger generation.

Huang Tianhua's face was happy. He heard from his voice that the person was his master, Bo Guangchengzi, and the one with the highest cultivation level among the twelve golden immortals.

With a master here, he will not only not die, but will be able to kill the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit and eliminate the evil consequences of killing Hu Lei.

"Yes, Master" Huang Tianhua put on the fairy clothes prepared for him by Guangchengzi without hesitation.

Huang Tianhua, who is big and thick, is obviously not the same as the graceful school. After wearing it, he looks like a strong man from the Brutalist school wearing the clothes of a scholar. In addition to his ridiculous appearance, he also makes people feel a bit awkward and hideous.

Huang Tianhua, who was obviously aware of his problem, had a a little awkward expression. If the person who gave him clothes had not been too high, he would have been very likely to take it off as soon as possible.

"This is a sweeping robe, an innate defense spirit treasure, which can restrain spell attacks such as water, fire, lightning, and invisibility."

Guangchengzi's implication is that as long as Huang Tianhua wears the robe of sweeping the clouds, the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, who has the power to control fire and invisibility spells, will not be a threat.

"Thank you, Master," said thanking, Huang Tianhua jumped back to the place where he confronted the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit.

The conversation between Huang Tianhua and Guang Chengzi was naturally heard by the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit. As a person who has practiced for thousands of years, she is naturally not a fool. She still fights even though she knows she can't beat her.

Just as she was about to leave first, a loud piano sound came from the clouds behind her, which could be described as harsh. One piece of space after another was twisted, and finally, there were everywhere in the sky and the earth.

The soldiers on the ground could not bear it and collapsed on the ground.

"Ah" Huang Tianhua covered his swelling and painful head and was shaking. The blockage of the sound of the Saixiayi was very limited.

"Hmph" Guang Chengzi snorted from the void behind Huang Tian's transformation, so that Huang Tianhua could also make a fool of himself.

The clouds were separated, and Chu Feng, who was dressed in white, was sitting cross-legged and playing the piano.

"Uncle Chu" The Holy Mother of Fire Spirit relaxed her tense nerves and quickly teleported to Chu Feng's side.

In this way, Huang Tianhua stood in the sky to the west, and Guangchengzi was hiding in the dark. In the sky to the east, Chu Feng played the piano and the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit stood quietly.

"Brother Guangchengzi, I haven't seen you for many days, why don't you show up? Since that day, why do I miss you?"

Chu Feng was playing the piano while talking softly, incompatible with the loud sound of the piano. The reason why Chu Feng used such a piano sound was only one, and he used the sound to force Guangchengzi, who was hiding in the dark.

Unfortunately, his ideas are full, his reality is skinny, and the gap in cultivation makes Chu Feng useless.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, the Great Zhou replaced the violent Shang Dynasty to follow the will of heaven. Why do you have to act against the will of heaven? You are a disciple of the saint of Taiqing, and the junior brother of Master Xuandu, you can stay out of trouble and lose your life in vain."

Guang Chengzi's voice came from the void, and it seemed that he had a headache about Chu Feng's identity.

Chu Feng felt bitter in his heart. Who would have been willing to wade into this muddy water for no reason? Who would have received the task of assisting Shang Dynasty as soon as he entered this world.

According to the system's pre-urinary nature, if nothing unexpected happens, we must fight with the Western religion, the source of Buddhism, so as to achieve the goal of curbing Buddhism. That is the hell model.

"Brother Guangchengzi, today, we will not take action. We will use the younger generation to determine the outcome with magic treasures and spiritual treasures?"

Chu Feng thought of a compromise. After all, he was not Guang Chengzi's opponent, so it was too late to find a helper.

"Okay" Guang Chengzi's promise came from the void.

Chu Feng saw Huang Tianhua protecting his body like a turtle shell, and planned to make a strong aggressive spiritual treasure to break the turtle clothes.

A wisp of consciousness enters its own space and wanders in a space that is suspended by hundreds of magic weapons.

"Ding, host, given that the enemies you encounter are getting stronger and stronger, the powerful magic weapon, the spiritual treasure is getting stronger and stronger, so you can turn on the copy mode. In the future, you can copy another magic weapon every other stick of incense."

The system's voice made Chu Feng feel relieved. He had been single-line for so long and worked hard, and finally waited for the system's support.

"copy"

I recited silently in my heart, and after only two breaths, there was an extra sweeping robe in my own space.

The heart moved at will, and the robe flashed with a flash of clouds and appeared on the body of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit.

This scene not only made Huang Tianhua stunned, but also made Guang Chengzi let out a light eh.

"Fellow Daoist Guangchengzi, look at my sweeping robe, how did you compare to Huang Tianhua?" Chu Feng pointed to the sweeping robe on the body of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit to ask deliberately.

In the void behind Huang Tian’s incarnation, a wave of ripples rippled, and a power of spiritual consciousness emerged, cutting through the sky, sweeping over the sweeping cloak of the body of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit.

"This, this is impossible! How could there be an exact same sacred robe in the world? Each of the spiritual treasures on the Fenbao Cliff is unique." Seeing the exact same thing, even Guangchengzi, who had seen the world, could not calm down.
Chapter completed!