In the clouds, although there has been a lot of noise in these days, the Lotus Island still maintains the tranquility of the past. However, now there are only two Xuanfan and Buzhou Mountain Spirit sitting side by side on the edge of the blue pool, watching the lotus flower raised by the twelve-grade green lotus.

"You don't want to tell those three little things, let them know why they should keep their mouths closed and not tell those guys from overseas. Master Donghua has only a wisp of soul left and is raising it in this blue pool." Fantasy did not hide the methods made by Buzhou Shanling at all, and he had to tell him completely. But these two brothers had the same expression. Buzhou Shanling did not mess with the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan for Fantasy.

There was no worries. After Yunshui and Cuizhu brought the people on Yingzhou Island to Yunmengze, Xuanfan asked the three small people on the island to arrange the group of people on the outer island. Although the Yanghe lineage was famous and occupied the Yingzhou Immortal Island for a long time, Donghua had few disciples. Even if the three monks who were not in the plan were added, they could settle them all down.

It is indeed rare to see so many people in Yunmengze, so even if Yunshui and the other two delayed this project for a long time, Xuanhuan did not scold her. "It is useless to know, and they will also add many unrestrained thoughts. They thought that the backer had not fallen, and they would not work hard. Instead, it would be better to let them work hard now, which is a fate." Although the fact that Donghua was taken as a disciple happened a little unexpectedly, even Xuanhuan himself, the group of people who were taken to Yunmengze were already considered his disciples. If they could take care of one or two, he would not really turn a blind eye. Xuanhuan is such a nature. If he had nothing to do with him, he would not have any action even if he died in front of him. Unless he was in a good mood, there would be a possibility of accidents. But as long as he had a little bit of a relationship with him, he would really plot for him and gain many benefits.

"Those two are coming, you plan to deal with them." As soon as Buzhou Shanling finished speaking, he saw Yunshui driving a raft and reporting to them: "Master, the witch emperor Jiang Zuwu and Houtu Zuwu, are now outside the zodiac, saying that he wants to visit the master." "Come in." "Yes." After Yunshui turned around, Xuanhuan slowly stood up: "The visitor is a guest. Since they have all come, I can still take out a cup of tea." The whisk swayed lightly, and the heart lake was noisy. Seeing that Buzhou Shanling nodded secretly, he could see if a monk's nature is broad in the future.

But in a moment, Di Jiang and Houtu followed Yunshui to Xuanhuan. The two of them were worried about Zhu Jiuyin's affairs, but they had no time to look at the lotus island they had always wanted to come but had never climbed. "You go down first. No one is allowed to go to the island." "Yes." Buzhou Shanling sat next to him, and took the cooked tea with a whisk, and poured it for two cups on the opposite side: "The two ancestor witches came from afar, use one to wash the dust on their bodies." Seeing Xuanhuan's posture, no matter how anxious they were, the two of them could only sit down safely.

"Di Jiang came to visit this time because he wanted to ask the Taoist priest for something. The situation is extremely urgent. As long as the Taoist priest can solve the problem, the witch clan will definitely keep in mind the Taoist priest's kindness. If the Taoist priest is sent in the future, he will die without hesitation!" After all, his heart was already confused. Di Jiang, a person who had done a business with Xuanhuan, actually told his shortcomings as soon as he met. It was really not! Isn't this just waiting for Xuanhuan to sharpen his knife to slaughter? "But I don't know what you are asking about, what is the matter." Now the eyes of the two ancestor witches were completely focused on Xuanhuan. No matter how inappropriate the existence of the Buzhou Mountain Spirit was, it was completely ignored!

"Please look, Taoist priest." When Di Jiang was speaking, he stretched his palm to the front of Fantasy. He saw a deep breath circling on his palm, and the gray and decay inside were intertwined. At this moment, the gray and decay had the upper hand. Only a little bit later could completely swallow the depth! "This is a wisp of breath taken from my ninth brother. Today, in the hall of our clan, I don't know who was brave enough to use this evil method to my ninth brother, which was strange and unpredictable. Even if we brothers tried every possible way, they would have all the same.

It has no effect. If my ninth brother had not been protected by the secret treasures of the clan, he might have been tortured to death by this breath. The Taoist priest is the disciple of Taoist priest Hongjun in Zixiao Palace, and he must have had a wide range of knowledge and knowledge of the world. When I come here, I want to ask the Taoist priest, where does this breath come from and what method can be solved." "Senior Brother Xuanhuan is also willing to help me see the relationship between Houtu and his teacher's seat and listen to the sermons." Even Houtu can't control his dissatisfaction with Fantasy now!

Anything that can be spread by sentient beings in the world, regardless of people or things, must have a reason. However, King Pan's method of gods can be spread from the prehistoric world to later generations, as famous as the Seven Arrows Book of Nailheads. It is indeed extraordinary. If it weren't for the fantasy and meticulous practice of the soul, and had countless means to protect the body, and was far higher than King Pan's practice, he would not be sure whether he would be hit by King Pan's hands!

A layer of brilliant light flashed, and Fantasy brought that breath into his hand. But he was not really pretending. He had no time to explore the scattered breath he received in Fuxi Taoist Temple because of the arrival of the three witches of Shebizi. Speaking of which, it was the first time he had to clearly see the Panwang's method! Di Jiang and Houtu were also silent, for fear of disturbing Fantasy and causing Zhu Jiuyin's injury.

After a long time, Di Jiang was still confused when he saw Xuanhuan, so he asked: "Can even Taoist Master Xuanhuan know the origin of this thing?" Houtu was even more disappointed, as if he could no longer suppress all his emotions, and immediately burst out: "Sir, please open the door of convenience! Take Houtu to Zixiao Palace to meet the teacher!" After deciding that Xuanhuan could not solve the pain on Zhu Jiuyin's body, Taoist Ancestor had become her only hope!

"Difficult." Xuanhuan slowly turned her gaze to Houtu, "However, I did not mean that it was difficult to bring fellow Taoists to Zixiao Palace, but that it was quite difficult to resolve the pain on Zhu Jiuyin Ancestral Witch." Xuanhuan's words were like a ray of dawn in the dark, which instantly pulled the two ancestor witches from the valley of disappointment! Between the ups and downs, their mood was ups and downs, for a moment, in the clouds, for a moment! But in this moment, the two ancestor witches had a gap in their hearts, and almost lost directly! Especially Houtu, she was led by Fantasy!

"The Taoist priest's words meant, but he had already had a look of injury to my ninth brother!" Di Jiang's tone had already trembled! Fantasy's eyes condensed, and a mysterious yellow light flew out of his fingertips, directly hitting the breath in front of him! "Si!" In an instant, a sound of water falling into the oil pan sounded! Under the eyes of Di Jiang and Houtu's two unbelievable eyes, the breath that tortured Zhu Jiuyin into the soul and blood was instantly weak, but in the blink of an eye, it melted like snowflakes! And the deep color, with the help of this merit light, immediately showed a strong vitality! No matter how it was like being desperate! Seeing everything happening in front of them, they would not doubt that Fantasy could really solve this matter!

"Sir, please teach me!" Hou Tu bowed and stopped the fantasy whisk, but refused to let her bow down. "Do not worry first. Let me listen to my words." Di Jiang finally noticed that something was wrong after coming to Fantasy Island, and hurriedly grabbed Hou Tu. However, he did not think that his family had fallen into the fantasy layout, and he always thought that they were just trying to save people, so he had such a disobedient act! "What I used to resolve the evil thoughts was called the Xuanguang of Merit."

Now the twelve ancestor witches of the Witch Clan, She Bisi and the other two followed the guidance left by Zhu Jiuyin, and all went to the wilderness of the southern border and saw the Fantasy Lord. The three had already made up their minds and had to capture Fantasy back to the Witch Clan and take them to Zhu Jiuyin to deal with them! But those three were no match for Fantasy at all! As long as Fantasy is willing to fight for hundreds of years, they would not be able to stop! Because of this, the remaining ancestor witches of the Witch Clan would never know that it was his Fantasy in a short time!

Jumang and Zhu Jiuyin have now gone to Beiming to find Zhulong's help. But Fantasy can guarantee that although Zhulong has a high level of cultivation and possesses infinite magical powers, there is no way to solve the pain in Zhu Jiuyin's body instantly! Zhu Jiuyin's current decay is already destined to both of them, and they have to solve the pain in Zhu Jiuyin's body before they can leave Beiming! In this way, the Witch Clan Hall will be cut off from here to know who is the one who takes action behind! Moreover, even if Zhulong opens his eyes to watch, whether he can see the Fantasy hidden behind the Pan King is still unknown! Fantasy has the Zhoutian Star Fruit Tree suppressing luck and hiding the secret of heaven!

Now, he only has the only reason to arrange one to make the two ancestor witches in front of him believe it!
Chapter completed!