Now that he has torn his face, Wangshu has nothing to hide, and his face is cold at the moment: "What if you don't pay it?" ”

Wu Mozi's eyes flashed with a fierce light, "If you don't pay it, you won't blame the poor way, you're welcome?" ”

Wangshu snorted coldly: "What a great majesty, is this what the saint is doing, I don't know if the saint knows what his disciples do?" ”

Wu Mozi is also a little weak-hearted, the chess pieces of the Tongtian Sect Master are easy to use, but if they are known by the saints, it will inevitably end up being dead. However, this treasure cannot be abandoned.

"Sharp teeth, you insult the saint first, and the poor way is just a lesson or two."

Wangshu heard this, and a wave of anger went straight to his heart, "It's such a big name, it's better for you and me to go to the saint's place to argue right and wrong." ”

When Wu Mozi heard the sage, he said fiercely in his heart: "Since Daoist friends are so uncooperative, then don't blame Poor Dao for turning his face and not recognizing people." ”

As Wu Mozi spoke, a Shangqing immortal light shot out from his chest to protect him, and he stretched out his hand again to summon a sword.

Seeing this, Wang Shu didn't dare to slack off, and endless immortal light gushed out from his body, turning into one barrier after another to protect himself. Another white light flew to Wangshu's head, it was a branch, blooming in the soft moonlight, there were fairy flowers on it, and the fragrance was unusually fragrant.

"Laurel branches? What kind of character are you to have laurel branches. Wu Mozi asked in surprise.

Although it is said that the laurel is on the Taiyin, the Taiyin is not like the sun, and it is surrounded by the true fire of the sun and cannot be approached. But the Taiyin Star is not something that anyone can go up to, let alone break a laurel branch.

Taiyin doesn't want the sun to have a natural barrier, but it also has its own way of protecting it. The innate spiritual root also has its own method of protection, not to mention that Yuegui has been supported by the innate formation since its birth, except for Xihe and others, he cannot get close. The laurel itself is also extremely vigorous, and it is not a first-class divine weapon. Therefore, there are only a handful or even none of the laurel branches in the entire flood wilderness.

But today, how can it not be strange that Wu Mozi saw it in such an unknown fairy? You must know that they have intercepted so many demon clans, but they have not heard of any of them getting laurel branches.

Wu Mozi thought of the Lord of Taiyin who had recently become famous, Xiyue, if this fairy had something to do with her, it would be really difficult to do.

Wang Shu said: "Dao friendly eyesight, oh, it's not a loss, it's a saint disciple who is well-informed. Where did this treasure come from? Don't you know that it naturally originates from the laurel tree. ”

"Hmph, you'll know when you capture Poor Dao." Hearing Wangshu say this, Wu Mozi was not afraid. Wangshu has absolutely nothing to do with that person, and he is good to make a move.

As soon as Wu Mozi grasped the fairy sword, he waved it, only to see the sword light flashing in the sky, and the endless sword qi went towards Wangshu.

When Wang Shu saw this sword qi, he didn't dare to be careless, and waved the laurel branch in his hand to brush out the Taiyin qi.

Wangshu's laurel tree and Zhun Ti's Qibao Miao tree have the same magic, both of which are the nature of nothing and no brush.

The sword qi is strong, too yin is soft, and the sword qi is perfectly dissolved by Wangshu.

Wangshu didn't stop, but swiped towards Wu Mozi, and a Taiyin divine light roared towards Wu Mozi like a giant dragon.

Wu Mozi turned around, and the immortal sword in his hand was full of immortal light, slashing towards the Taiyin immortal light.

The sword light and the Taiyin immortal light met, and the Taiyin immortal light was split in half at once and dissipated. But the sword light continued to castrate, and it dissipated almost in front of Wangshu.

Sure enough, it was the master of the Tongtian Sect who had unfathomable swordsmanship, and Wang Shu threw the laurel in his hand.

I saw that as soon as the laurel was separated from Wangshu's hand, it began to grow rapidly and became a towering tree, covered with white laurel flowers.

The laurel bloomed with endless immortal light, and pressed down on Wu Mozi's head with the power of the innate spiritual root.

Wu Mozi waved the fairy sword in his hand, and the sword light was scorching, covering the sky and not hurting the laurel tree for half a point.

"The poor Dao is endless, and the Taoist friends are constantly cutting." Wangshu said.

A moment later, Wu Mozi was suppressed by Wangshu's laurel.

"Hmph, let go of the poor road, the poor road is the saint's disciple, do you dare to treat the poor road like this, aren't you afraid of the saint asking for sin?" Wu Mozi couldn't move when he was trapped under the light of the laurel immortal, and he couldn't help but be a little flustered in his heart.

He originally thought that it was similar to this female immortal's cultivation, he was a disciple of the saint's disciple to practice the superior immortal law, and he didn't expect that this female fairy would have such a treasure as a laurel tree.

"Hmph, if the saints under the saint's sect know that there are disciples like you, I'm afraid they will be angry. Today, I will teach you a lesson about what you can and can't do. ”

Wangshu stretched out his hand a little laurel, and the endless immortal light hung down, with endless gravity, and the yin and cold of the Taiyin Qi all fell on Wu Mozi. Around Wu Mozi has a Shangqing immortal body, and he is still in pain.

"Ah, the demon path is poor, and you will not die well." Wu Mozi shouted.

"Hmph" Wangshu increased his strength, and manipulated Yuegui to absorb the mana on Wu Mozi's body.

"Who committed the murder again?" Suddenly, a cold shout sounded.

Wangshu's heart was shocked, and his mana was almost scattered.

An immortal light came from a distance and fell in front of Wangshu, a middle-aged Taoist.

Wangshu looked at the other party vigilantly, unfathomable, she was not an opponent.

Before Wangshu could say anything, Wu Mozi over there shouted: "Mingguang Daxian, save me, I'm Wu Mozi." ”

"Little friend of Wumozi, wait a minute."

Mingguang Daxian flicked his fingers, and a point of light fell on the laurel tree.

Yuegui set up the horse and withered, turned into a branch again, and returned to Wangshu's side.

The magic weapon was damaged, and Wangshu was not happy, and he snorted, obviously the injury was not light.

"Thank you Mingguang Daxian for saving me, I am grateful to Wu Mozi." Wu Mozi bowed his head and bowed.

This Mingguang Great Immortal is not ordinary, he is a powerful person on the East China Sea, with a quasi-saint cultivation, and he also has a little friendship with his master, the Tongtian Sect Master.

"Little friends don't have to be polite." Mingguang Daxian smiled gently, but he looked like a high-level immortal.

Looking at the two smiling people, Wang Shu said that it was not good. She looked at it privately, and if it wasn't right, she had to think of running away immediately.

"Xiaoyou, what's wrong, why is this happening again?" Mingguang asked.

Wu Mozi's eyes rolled and said, "When the poor road has nothing to do, go out for a walk and see if there is any chance." It was also a coincidence that I met this fairy, but I didn't expect this fairy to insult the family teacher and put the poor to death. ”

Seeing that Wu Mozi was so upside down, Wang Shu hurriedly retorted: "You are talking nonsense, it is obvious that you are greedy for the magic weapon of the poor Dao and want to kill people and sell goods, but now you bite the poor Dao instead, and you are a saint disciple in vain." ”

"Poor Dao is a disciple of a saint, how can he covet your treasures. If there is anything you can covet the poor, you will show it. Wu Mozi bet that Wangshu would not talk about the treasure taken out.

"You..." How dare Wangshu take it out. That's an innate spirit treasure, if she takes it out, she'll really die.

"I can't speak, I am so ruthless, I don't distinguish between people who are inferior and respectful, and I also asked Mingguang Daxian to take a shot, and took this woman to ask for the blame in Biyou Palace." Wu Mozi said righteously.

How can Mingguang be so easy to fool as a quasi-holy, and besides, what kind of virtue Wu Mozi is, is he still not clear? Eight achievements are that he fell in love with other people's treasures, but his skills were not as good as others.