The sound of the face buried between the knees, the black hair scattered, and she sat in the cold ground.

Until the middle of the night, he stood up and appeared again in the Demon Fu Prison. Seeing this, the disciples of the gate came forward to salute and asked for the order of the sect leader as usual.

But in an instant, a suffocating pressure enveloped him, and his limbs became weak and he fell to the ground and could not move.

"Immortal, Immortal Lord..."

The disciples in charge of the guards are all Jindan stage cultivation. Facing the cultivators in the Transformation Realm, they have no power to resist. They can only rely on their pressure to make them fall down.

The sinking sound broke into the Demon Fu Prison.

After a while, the quiet night became noisy.

"The Immortal Lord broke into the Demon Slaughter Prison at night to rescue the ferocious beasts!"

"He really has that courage? Sect Master Lan and others are here, so they are desperate."

"I'm confused! If such a vicious monster is not eliminated, it will cause great trouble in the future. I think he has lost his wisdom!"

In prison.

The sword light flashed and the black iron chain broke.

Chen Liuxiang supported Zhou Xuanlan, took out a Huiyuan Dan and fed it into his mouth.

Zhou Xuanlan frowned when he smelled a smell of medicine on his body, and his eyes fell on a ginseng tied to his waist, and suddenly he was stunned.

"Is this... Bubu?"

The sinking sound was a trace of residual infrared at the end of his eyes, and there was no emotion on his face. "The fruit consumed the spiritual energy he had accumulated for ten thousand years, and now it has returned to its original form."

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes trembled slightly: "I'm sorry, Master."

Chen Liuxiang shook his head: "I didn't realize it earlier that he is still alive. I will take good care of him in the future. You can go with me now."

As he was talking, he raised his eyes and found a figure at the door, standing tall, wondering how long it had been.

The sinking sounded: "You want to stop me."

Ye Bingran held the sword in his hand, and his meaning was obvious.

He had learned about the master's affairs and could not blame Zhou Xuanlan, but the other party was a monster and was still young, so he could severely damage his body in the Mahayana realm, which was too great a threat.

The sound of the sinking sound puts people on the ground, which is like letting the tiger return to the mountain.

Ye Bingran looked at Zhou Xuanlan and always felt that one day, he would reveal his hidden fangs and claws, tearing everyone to pieces, including the sound of sinking.

"Let him be locked in the Demon Fu Prison if he loses all his cultivation. I can protect him from death."

The sinking sound: "It is useless to say more."

After the words came to his mind, he took the lead in taking action, and the battle between the two great god-transforming realms instantly razed the Demon-Suppressing Prison to the ground.

There was no one around for a few miles.

"It's Ye Jianzun!"

"I heard that Master Lan and Uncle Ning were guarding him. I thought no one could stop Chen Liuji. It was great that Sword Lord is coming!"

"Before the Sword Master has entered the realm of God Transformation, he can fight with the cultivators of the realm of God Transformation. Now that his cultivation has increased greatly, he will definitely be able to defeat him!"

The disciples looked angry, and the white satin on the sword danced in the wind.

In an instant, I calmed down again.

The battle that I thought would last for a long time came to an abrupt end.

‘Bang--!’

A long sword fell from mid-air, scattering the frost air and fell to the ground.

The disciples of the Sword Sect were silent.

This sword is extremely familiar with it, it is the sword master's sword.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, Shen Liuyi held Zhou Xuanlan with one hand and held the sword with the other hand. The tip of the sword with a cold light hit Ye Bingran's throat.

Just a slight difference can take his life.

Everyone was shocked: "Sword Lord!!!"

Shen Liuxiang was unharmed. He turned his fingers holding the sword, and the hilt hit Ye Bingran, suddenly blasting it away.

Ye Bingran fell into the ruins and spat blood.

Zhao Lin had just arrived and saw this and hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

He looked at the sound of the sound of turning around and leaving, his eyes fell back to Ye Bingran, and sighed, "Senior Brother, why bother?"

I don’t want to fight against Brother Chenxiang, just like him and Uncle Ning, avoiding the battle, so why bother like this?

Ye Bingran looked at the figure gradually distant and lowered his eyes helplessly, "I still can't do it... If Zhou Xuanlan will cause trouble in the world of cultivation, I will be one of the sinners."

Zhou Xuanlan turned around and looked slightly dark.

But he quickly withdrew his gaze and held Shen Liuji's hand. Although his cultivation was recovering, the time was too short. The tiny little spiritual power in his body could basically be ignored in this situation.

I can't do anything, and I have to let my master protect him.

Zhou Xuanlan's face looked ugly, but he had no choice but to hold the Shen Liujiu's hand tightly.

The various sects that came to the Sword Sect to participate in the banquet were already numb under the impact of one after another, and they were remembering one thing at this moment.

The person next to Chen Xianjun is a big monster who has erupted with fearful power. It will cause great trouble in the future. Never let him escape from heaven!

I don’t know who roared first to “kill the beast”, and everyone picked up magic weapons and attacked them in groups.

Chen Liuxiang's face was calm and he stepped forward. The pressure of the God Transformation Realm dispersed from him, causing more than half of the people to fall to the ground in an instant.

The remaining ones with higher cultivation levels were pinching his fingertips, and thousands of red-lighted thin silks appeared in the air, wrapped around the attacking people, wrapped around their wrists, ankles, and necks.

He whispered a little between his lips: "Binding."

Everyone was shocked and their faces changed drastically.

"What's going on? My cultivation level! Why is it gone!"

"What kind of evil technique is it?"

"This is the spirit-binding technique, the Demon Lord's unique magic!"

The sound of the sunken stream turned the spiritual power into thousands of spirit-bound ropes at one time, and the time for suppressing the cultivation level would be shortened. Fortunately, it was enough for him to lead people away from the Sword Sect.

After sweeping away a large area of ​​obstacles, Shen Liuxiang's spiritual power was consumed most of the time.

At this time, a group of people who had not moved were blocking ahead, wearing white clothes and plum blossoms dotted them.

Zhou Xuanlan looked at the familiar faces and found that there were people he had saved. A cold smile instantly ejaculated on the corner of his lips.

"They obey orders."

After explaining, Shen Liuxiang took action and a figure blocked in front of them.

Qingling's disciple was stunned, and someone said angrily: "Ling Jinye, are you crazy?"

"Master taught me to do everything as you please," Ling Jinye drew his sword toward him, "I don't know any monster beasts, I only know that there is a fellow disciple named Zhou Xuanlan."

He looked serious: "You are the ones who are wrong!"

The expressions of the Qingling disciples changed slightly, and many of them showed a look of struggle on their faces.

The scene of the storm and clouds changing color that day, and the fierce and evil spirits in the sky was always shrouded in their hearts like haze. No one was not afraid or timid.

Although he is a fellow disciple who lives with him day and night, he is a vicious monster. What's wrong with it?

"If you are not a person of my race, your heart will be different!"

A thick voice sounded from afar, and in an instant, Xiyang Sect and his group arrived.

Jin Xiangtian smiled coldly: "What is the intention of the Immortal Lord protecting this little demon?"

Chen Liuxiang sneered: "What should I do if my apprentice saves my apprentice?"

Jin Xiangtian shouted angrily: "You insist on letting go of this monster without regard to the safety of the cultivation world, and you are ruthlessly a fairy king! Today I will not only kill your disciple, but also bring you to justice!"

The sound of the sinking sound twisted the collar of the clothes and touched the jade pendant on his chest.

"You are not qualified to deal with me,"

He narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, and a hint of arrogance arose at the corner of his lips, "If you don't say anything else, I will stand here and don't move. Just attack with all your strength. You can hurt me at all. Call you "Dad."

The jade pendant hidden under her clothes suddenly lit up, and seemed a little dissatisfied.

Everyone present showed a look of astonishment when they heard the sound.

The master of Xiyang's cultivation is above Shen Liuxiang, and he has no chance of winning in front of him. He dares to speak wildly and say that he will stand still and not fight back, isn't he seeking death!

Jin Xiangtian sneered and immediately attacked: "I have countless lonely souls in my palm, and I don't have one."

The sinking sound stayed in place without any resistance, and only controlled Zhou Xuanlan who wanted to move forward with one hand.

"Bang--!"

When the world in this place shook, golden light suddenly appeared, illuminating most of the sword sect.
To be continued...