Wei Youqing's figure appeared from the flying flywheel, and the flying monkey watched in amazement as this figure changed from small to big in front of him, and said with a smile:

"Master, your ability is getting bigger and bigger, and the flying monkey feels that he can't see the master's back anymore."

Wei Youqing was not proud, he glanced at the flywheel behind him, and said with a smile: "This is not what I did, my hands are clumsy, and mechanical techniques have never been good at me." This is my son's doing, what do you think? ”

The flying monkey understood that Wei Youqing's son was referring to Wei Guanlan. That was Yue Wupeng's closed disciple, and he won the true biography of Yue Wupeng and Shi Wen'er.

Although Yue Wupeng and Shi Wen'er did not practice, as long as they were willing, they could use their superb skills to run rampant in the cultivation world. Because they can make magic weapons, in the human realm cultivation realm, no one has such a ability.

The flying monkey nodded and said, "Young talent, the blue is better than the blue." ”

Wei Youqing shook his head with a smile and said, "Where, the children's family has learned a little craft, just to show off." Let His Holiness smile. ”

The flying monkey has now received the spiritual empowerment of the former Venerable of the Monkey Clan, and has the strong support of the evil gods, and in the Monkey Clan competition a few days ago, he defeated other opponents and became the Venerable of the Monkey Clan, so Wei Youqing has this to say.

The flying monkey smiled: "Don't dare to be, where can the flying monkey afford to call the master 'Venerable'?" No matter what time it comes, the owner will always be the owner of the flying monkey. ”

Wei Youqing glanced at the flying monkey, a clear smile in his eyes, and said, "'Anytime'?" Does His Holiness mean that even if His Holiness has forced out the imprint in his body, he still has to call the next master? ”

He smiled and shook his head: "This is going to torment the young man." The cultivation world respects strength, and I don't have the ability to control you, so naturally I can't be your master. ”

When Wei Youqing said this, his words changed, "You can't be like that evil god, he doesn't have enough strength to control the three clans of the Ice and Fire Realm, so he wants to provoke the three clans to fight in order to reap the benefits of the fisherman." I don't know what benefits the evil god promised His Holiness this time when he came to pick up Ma Chang? ”

The flying monkey was hit by Wei Youqing's barrage of words, and couldn't help but smile a little embarrassed, and didn't answer Wei Youqing's question.

Wei Youqing didn't expect the flying monkey to answer, and asked with a smile, "I wonder if the Venerable knows what the evil god's original intention was to create the three clans of the Ice and Fire Realm?" ”

It's not a secret, how could the flying monkey not know? But the Monkey Clan has always been the weakest among the three clans, and now he has just been promoted to Venerable, not only Hua Shixiong and Wei Youqing in front of him don't know how much stronger than him, but Hua Ciyang of the Fox Clan, Mrs. Hua and Hua Qi of the Wolf Clan are all stronger than themselves.

Therefore, the Flying Monkey never thought that the purpose of the evil god had anything to do with him. On the contrary, he felt that he could seek the greatest benefit for the monkey clan in the battle between the evil god and the fox and wolf clan.

The flying monkey was silent, and Wei Youqing didn't know the flying monkey's little Jiujiu. He didn't say anything more, summoned the cold iron sword from the ring, held the sword to his chest, and laughed softly: "Venerable, do you want to try my sword?" See if you can get the benefits promised to you by the evil gods. ”

The flying monkey felt a pang in his heart, he knew that he was not Wei Youqing's opponent, thinking that what he promised the evil god was only to pick up people in this Grand Canyon, and he didn't say that he would go into the dense forest to find people. Now, even if there is no Wei Youqing in the way, he can't break through with this wind wheel magic weapon alone.

Not to mention the forest in the back, which is the most conducive place for the master of the mechanism to use his methods, and the horse has not come out for so long, it must be that he has fallen into the mechanism.

The flying monkey guessed well, the sky was already bright, and the horses in the dense forest were long but could not see much daylight. The trees shaded the sky, and although there was some light in the dense forest, it was still impossible to see where it really was.

But for Ma Jichang, who is familiar with this dense forest, this little light is enough. The forest that appeared in front of Ma Jichang's eyes seemed to have reached the depths of the dense forest, but he still saw some clues.

The so-called Grand Canyon is the valley where the red glow appeared before Wei Youqing and Hua Shengze slipped into the belly of the green civet, and the dense forest in front of the valley should be much sparse compared to other places because it has been invaded by the underworld forest.

But the dense forest in front of me obscures the sky and the sun, and there is almost no place to see the sun, the roots are rooted and the stems are connected, and the aerial roots are entangled between the trees, and it is almost difficult for people to pass through them.

The artemisia grass on the ground is also about to reach the height of more than a person, and the figure of poisonous insects and beasts disappears from time to time. Ma Jichang's doubts became more and more in his heart, judging from the shouting and killing sound from Tianshikou last night, he should have arrived at the Grand Canyon a long time ago.

The horse stopped and looked around warily. His heart kept sinking, knowing that he had fallen into someone else's way, and he couldn't get out of Tianshi Mountain today. Even if he can get out, he is alone, and even his daughter refuses to continue to follow him, and he no longer has the capital to make a comeback.

At this moment, Ma Jichang's will to die is gone, he is waiting for the opportunity, waiting to kill. Killing one counts as one.

Ma Jichang was not wrong, he fell into Wei Guanlan's formation of reversing direction. This formation had nothing to do with Yue Wupeng, but Wei Youqing deduced it from the formation in the opposite direction of Washington.

Ma Jichang did not go all the way west to the Grand Canyon in the direction he expected, but was forced to turn around for half a circle near Tianshikou and walked to the depths of the dense forest on the south side of Tianshi Mountain.

The shouts of killing that Ma Jichang heard from Tianshikou were true, but the last remaining thousand people who were loyal to him were betrayed by him and sent into Wei Guanlan's encirclement with his own hands.

But in addition to being spurned by those who still support him, the betrayal of his own people did not let Ma Jichang get out of trouble. Wei Guanlan's encirclement was not as small as Ma Chang thought, and Wei Youqing was not the martial cultivator of the women of the past.

A dark shadow flashed before his eyes, followed by a second, a third...... Ma Jichang looked at the positions of these people and knew that they were moving in a formation.

Ma stretched out his hands flat, and ten sword lights flashed, and then each sword light conjured ten sword lights, one twenty, ten and hundred, and one hundred and thousand...... The sword light is a sharp blade, cutting down the surrounding artemisia grass one after another.

Immediately after that, the surrounding trees were also strangled into filaments in the sword light, and the sky was like a rain of sawdust, which was mixed with leaf chips and grass and wood chips, and the sky and the sun fell.

Ma Jichang did not collect the sword, the limit is approaching, and Ma Jichang also gave full play to this mastery of the Quicksand Sect.

The black shadows in the rain of swords also appeared from time to time, and those Praetorian Guards hidden in the woods could no longer hide, and flew back and forth in the cold rain of swords to dodge.

Finally, the first drop of blood fell from the cold sword light, and the grass and wood chips were more than the crumbs of the black military uniform of the Praetorian Guard.