Ji Liao was shocked in his heart, looking at the foundation building period monk who suddenly appeared.

Zheng Tianlong's face showed a solemnity, and the corner of his eyes looked at the formation light curtain covering here from time to time, seeing that his appearance was obviously looking for a gap, and he was going to escape.

Mo Xiang put away the copper bowl in his hand, although Mo Xiang is a woman, but this heart is also quite good, when he saw the appearance of the Zhuji monk, his face was only shocked for a moment, and then he calmed down, his eyes swept over Zheng Tianlong and Ji Liao, and then he gritted his teeth and leaned over to Ji Liao.

And Wen Changming was even more stunned, but at this moment, he was stunned, but Huang Yong and the others who were fighting hard with him seized the opportunity.

I saw Huang Yong's figure flicker, and the big sword in his hand waved.

With a big sword, the big sword slashed through the void and swept towards Wen Changming with a fierce momentum.

Wen Changming was startled, it was too late to react, and when the big sword was so close, he had to wave the folding fan in his hand and barely block it.

There was a muffled "bang".

Wen Changming screamed miserably, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew upside down like an arrow.

Ji Liao's eyes flashed, and the wings behind his back moved, turning into a red mang, catching Wen Changming, who had passed out.

With a casual throw, more than a dozen explosive talismans flew out, turning into chains and rushing towards Huang Yong, who was still about to take advantage of the victory.

"Ahh

I only heard the sound of the explosion, and dozens of fires burst out of thin air in mid-air.

A moment later, Huang Yong's clothes were in tatters, and he staggered out in the firelight.

Returning to Mo Xiang's side, Ji Liao glanced at Wen Changming's injury, only to see that Wen Changming had a deep scar on his body, and blood was gushing in it, and the folding fan in his hand had been cut in two at this time, if it wasn't for this folding fan blocking Huang Yong's sword, I am afraid that Wen Changming would have been in a different place at this time.

Without hesitation at the moment, he patted the storage bag on his waist, and took out a Chuyang Pill that he had prepared before and gave it to Wen Changming.

This Chuyang Pill melted in his mouth, but he saw Wen Changming's throat move, and the medicinal liquid of Chuyang Dan was swallowed directly by him.

And the effect of this Chuyang Pill was really good, and it only took a few breaths to stop the momentum of bleeding from the wound.

"Hey..."Ji Liao sighed secretly.

Originally, it would have been much more difficult for a foundation building period monk to escape, but now Wen Changming has passed out again, which is even more difficult if he is brought in.

But at this time, he thought of Xu Luning again, if he escaped, but Wen Changming died here, will Xu Luning hate himself in the future, will he hate himself for not saving him when he dies?

"Ancestor!"

"I've seen the ancestor!"

"Ancestor, you're finally out of the customs. ”

At this time, the people of the Huang family on the side saw the appearance of the monk in the foundation building period, and the Huang family's faces showed joy, and they hurriedly saluted and shouted to the ancestors.

Ji Liao frowned, glanced at the monk in the foundation building period again, and muttered, "It turned out to be the ancestor of the Huang family, no wonder there is a cultivation in the foundation building period." ”

Huang Qiyuan, as the head of a clan, is a cultivator of the thirteenth layer of qi, if it is the ancestor of the Huang family, it is normal to have a cultivation in the foundation building period.

The old man of the Huang family put his hands behind his back, looked leisurely, nodded and said, "Are these the disciples of the Purple Qi Sect?"

At this time, an old man of the Huang family who had been fighting with Ji Liao and others for a long time stepped forward and responded, "Yes!"

The ancestor of the Huang family glanced at the person, then looked back at Ji Liao and the others, and smiled contemptuously, "These people's cultivation is not high, how many of you can't take them for so long?"

"Ahh This one... The ancestor forgives the sins, these people have peculiar exercises, and the magic weapons are even more powerful, and I have suffered a lot of losses in their hands. The old man of the Huang family said embarrassedly.

"Forget it, none of this matters, what about Huang Qiyuan?" the Huang family ancestor asked again.

"Patriarch .. Patriarch, he..."The old man of the Huang family said hesitantly.

The ancestor of the Huang family frowned, "Huang Qiyuan is also dead?"

"Yes, please also ask the ancestor to avenge the patriarch and the dead clansmen. The old man of the Huang family responded, and then shouted.

The ancestor of the Huang family nodded, "You guys go down, I'll just clean up these people." ”

The dialogue between the ancestor of the Huang family and the old man completely regarded Ji Liao and the others as air, and when the ancestor of the Huang family said the last sentence, it was as easy as cleaning the garbage.

Ji Liao's brows furrowed even tighter, and at this moment, Mo Xiang pulled Ji Liao's sleeve, and Ji Liao turned his head to look at Mo Xiang.

"Senior Brother Ji, I have a magic weapon to put away Wen Changming, but my condition is that you take me out of here. Although Mo Xiang was watching the Huang family's ancestor's every move just now, he also took in Ji Liao's expression.

She was delicate, and found that although Ji Liao was frightened by the appearance of the foundation building period monk, she was not too flustered, and it seemed that there was still a means of escape that had not yet been used.

Ji Liao raised his eyebrows and glanced up and down at Mo Xiang.

Mo Xiang's fiery red lips raised slightly, and smiled.

Ji Liao thought for a moment and nodded.

Mo Xiang didn't drag it either, and patted it on the storage bag on his waist, and a strange jade bottle with a whole emerald green body, the size of a watermelon, and a neck neck only the thickness of a finger appeared.

Mo Xiang chanted a mantra in his mouth, and the jade bottle lit up, shooting out an emerald green glow at the mouth of the bottle, rolling towards Wen Changming's body, and then the streamer shot back, and dragged Wen Changming straight into the jade bottle, Mo Xiang's palm shook slightly, and the jade bottle was put into her storage bag.

Ji Liao didn't say anything when he saw that Mo Xiang had done this, and secretly started the Five Elements to make a decision.

The old man of the Huang family didn't rush to make a move after saying a few words to the Huang family, he looked at Ji Liao and the others with a relaxed look, and said slowly, "You guys still have some skills, let's say, who killed Huang Qiyuan?"

There was silence in the arena, but everyone's eyes were looking at Ji Liao.

Ji Liao's face was cold and solemn, and his expression did not change at all, urging the Five Elements to fight the fire with all his might.

The ancestor of the Huang family glanced at Ji Liao, and then said lightly, "Then who destroyed my Huang family's Daluo Mountain and ruined my good deeds of refining the Ten Thousand Soul Sail?"

The ancestor of the Huang family set up an underground palace in Daluo Mountain, just to use the spirituality of Daluo Mountain to ensure that the fire of the furnace is not extinguished, but what he didn't expect was that Daluo Mountain, which had stood for an unknown number of years, suddenly collapsed overnight, resulting in the failure of the refining of the Ten Thousand Soul Sail, but fortunately, when the flame of the furnace Ding was extinguished, he saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly took out the Ten Thousand Soul Sail and was not refining, which kept the Ten Thousand Soul Sail from being destroyed.

Everyone turned their eyes to Ji Liao again.

The ancestor of the Huang family was slightly stunned, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he smiled faintly, "It's you again, okay, okay, today I will drain your soul refining to compensate for the loss of my Ten Thousand Soul Sail." Then the ancestor of the Huang family stared at Ji Liao and said, "You are not so cheap, I will extract your soul and burn it in the furnace for seven hundred and forty-nine days, so that you can taste the pain of purgatory, and finally seal it in the eyes of this ten thousand soul sail's evil qi array, and be tortured by endless evil qi." ”

Ji Liao saw sweat on his forehead, not because he was frightened by the words of the ancestor of the Huang family, but because he felt that the flame qilin in his body was languishing, and he looked wilted.

The flame unicorn has also appeared in this state before, that was when he was dealing with the demon snake, when the demon snake entangled him whole, the flame unicorn jumped out, and also spit out a mouthful of real fire, burning the demon snake's body into two, and since then the flame unicorn has appeared in this state of malaise at this time, but at that time Ji Liao breathed for a while, and the flame unicorn was alive again.

But now Ji Liao didn't have the time to breathe, so he hurriedly contacted the qilin in his body, "The little thing is getting up quickly, and it's spitting." ”

The flame spit out by the flame qilin is different from the flame that Ji Liao usually uses to refine the rune paper, Ji Liao uses the flame transformed by the aura, although it is the true fire of the qilin, but the small flame that the flame qilin spits out is its origin, and the power cannot be compared at all.

The Flame Qilin stood up with his head on his head, and his figure flashed in Ji Liao's eyebrows.

Ji Liao's expression of joy flashed away, and he hurriedly urged, "Quickly spit out at this light curtain in the air." ”

Ji Liao thought that the Qilin True Fire could smelt all things, but he wasn't sure if he could melt through the current formation, and he wasn't sure if his True Fire could melt through the formation.

"Take your life. At this time, the light around the old man of the Huang family lit up, and a huge coercion that only belonged to the monks of the foundation building period shrouded him.

Ji Liao's face changed, "Quick!"

The Flame Qilin reluctantly got up, opened its mouth slightly, and spat out a faint five-colored flame like a silk thread.

Then the flame qilin's figure flashed, and he returned to Ji Liao's spiritual sea, and fell asleep.

Ji Liao's face changed, looking at this flame, his mouth was extremely bitter.

The flame went straight towards the light curtain in the void, and sure enough, it directly melted through the light curtain, shot out of the light curtain, and then dissipated.

Ji Liao's face showed joy, and he said two words to Mo Xiang simply, "Let's go." ”

After saying that, his body turned into a streamer and drilled into the small hole.

Mo Xiang was also shocked, and his body also turned into a streamer and flew away.

"Want to go?" the ancestor of the Huang family snorted coldly and punched at the two streamers.

A huge fist shadow flew out, slamming towards Ji Liao and Moxiang with a whirring sound of breaking the air.