The red-haired old man looked solemn and glanced at Qiu Huaici, but did not speak.

At this time, in the eastern direction, the tide of the enemies besieging Aiju Mountain generally parted to the two sides, giving way in the air.

First, there was a clear sound of cranes, and several red-crowned cranes with slender and strong bodies flapped their wings elegantly, glided their bodies, and flew over, riding on the back of the leading crane crane was an old man with bright hair like snow.

The group of cranes flew to the red-haired old man and stopped, and those who were riding on the cranes' backs, with a flash of their bodies, stood in the void, staring at Qiu Huaici fixedly.

The old man with bright hair like snow took two steps forward, bowed to Qiu Huaici, smiled with his eyebrows, and said with a kind attitude: "Lord Qiu Alliance, I haven't seen you for many days, don't come unharmed!"

Qiu Huaici squinted at the old man and said lightly: "Duoduo Old Immortal, you are still here after all?"

The person who came was none other than the two factions of the immortals and demons who went to Aiju Mountain a while ago to expose the identity of the princess of Yunshu'er Demon Gate and provoke Qiu Huaici, and the old immortal Duo Duo who rescued his junior brother Li Qingfeng from Qiu Huaici's hands.

Duo Duo Old Immortal glanced around, smiled, and said with a pun: "Lord Qiu Alliance, Aiju Mountain is such a beautiful place, and the people who love Jushan are even more interesting, wouldn't it be a pity if Lao Xian didn't come to take a closer look?"

Qiu Huaici nodded and said, "Duo Duo Old Immortal, you are also a very interesting person, your Heavenly Thunder Yin is even more interesting, Qiu Mou will definitely ask for advice later!"

Li Qingfeng, who was standing behind the Duo Duo Old Immortal and had been glaring at Qiu Huaici angrily, his eyes widened, and he shouted viciously: "Qiu Huaici, you don't want to be rampant, and Li still wants to ask for your Haotian swordsmanship later?"

Qiu Huaici didn't squint, and didn't pay attention to his defeated Li Qingfeng at all.

Li Qingfeng didn't even glance at Qiu Huaici when he saw him, and directly chose to ignore him, and felt that he was despised and insulted by Qiu Huaici, and his heart was on fire, and he was extremely resentful, if he didn't win Qiu Huaici, otherwise, he would have done something to Qiu Huaici on the spot.

Whoosh!

There was a sound of sharp weapons breaking through the air, and more than a dozen swordsmen flew over from the road, and the one flying in front was a slender middle-aged man, the man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked handsome.

The swordsmen were a mile away from Qiu Huaici, so they stopped, the white light flashed, they collected the flying sword, and they were separated from the Duoduo old immortal by more than twenty zhang, stepping on the void, standing there, looking solemnly, looking at Qiu Huaici carefully.

The handsome man came out of the crowd, looked at Qiu Huaici, and asked in a deep voice: "In the lower ten thousand sword immortal sect master Wang Liubai, you are Qiu Huaici, the master of the Xuanmen Alliance of the Zhongzhou Divine Domain?"

Qiu Huaici glanced at Wang Liubai, his face was expressionless, and he nodded slowly.

Wang Liubai asked coldly: "Qiu Huaici, did you kill my son Wang Erqi?"

Qiu Huaici nodded slowly.

Wang Liubai was stunned when he saw Qiu Huaici calmly agreeing, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, his face showed a look of grief and indignation, the corners of his lips twitched, and he muttered: "Hehe! Qiu Huaici, since you killed my son, everything is easy to say, everything is easy to say!"

Those swordsmen who followed Wang Liubai were all relatives or friends with Wang Shuqi, in the same room, and when they saw that the murderer of Wang Zhuqi was in front of them, their eyes were spitting fire, scolding and cursing, and they all drew out their weapons, and they were about to step forward to kill Qiu Huaici and avenge Wang Zhuqi.

Wang Liubai's expression was condensed, he glanced at those who came with him, and shouted in a deep voice: "Everyone, the great revenge should be avenged, don't be impatient!"

Everyone put away their weapons and stood behind Wang Liubai, gritting their teeth and glaring at Qiu Huaici.

At this time, the sound of suona faintly came from afar, and the suona was actually a mournful music, the sound was like crying, very sad and sad, moving, and tear-jerking.

The sound of mourning became clearer and louder, and along with the mourning was the roar of the dragon.

And so on, a few breaths of time.

Nine dragons of various colors pulled a golden chariot and slowly flew over from the end of the corridor in the air.

On the two sides of the dragon chariot, follow the eight jumping wizards, four on each side.

The sorcerers wore their heads, wearing the legendary black and white impermanence white and black cupola hats with Taoist talismans painted on their heads, wearing half-cut belongings with exposed lips and chin on their faces, and a wide black robe with full feet on their bodies, holding suona in both hands.

They danced a strange and beautiful dance in unison, and at the same time, they kept playing enchanting and touching mourning music.

Shenlong waited until it flew a mile away from Qiu Huaici and stopped.

The dragon raised its head to the sky above its head, roaring in unison, that is, its body was like a fabrication of dry powder, layer by layer automatically falling off and decomposing, turning into ashes, drifting away with the wind, in an instant, leaving no trace of existence.

On top of the golden chariot was a tall hanger, and at the top of the hanger was a crown made of the feathers of various birds, which was very beautiful in style and bright color.

Under the crown of the witch hangs a bronze sorcerer to ask the gods to exorcise ghosts, the special equipment is mottled with colorful paintings, hideous faces, and a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

A black robe resembling that of a wizard playing mourning music hung on the hanger.

The wizards began to circle around the golden chariot, continuing their movements in a repetitive manner as they danced eerie dances and played mournful music.

Nan Yu stared at the wizards fixedly, both liking and curiosity, and couldn't help but ask, "Mother, who are they and what are they doing?"

Beimo Zhiyan frowned, with a worried expression, and replied: "These people are the wizards of the Witch God Sect, they are dancing the Great God, they should be holding a ceremony to welcome their big leader!"

Nanyu was a child, and she didn't know the danger of the other party, but she thought that these wizards were very interesting, so she couldn't help but sigh and grin.

Ay!

After a pause, amid the dancing and mourning of the wizards, there was a heavy sigh of comfort.

The two black holes belonging to the eyes on the chariot hanger suddenly flashed with red light, and when the red light disappeared, a pair of eyes appeared in the black hole, and the eyes turned around, revealing vitality.

Immediately, the black hole belonging to the lips of the instrument began to emit black smoke from the black hole, and the black robe hanging on the hanger, which was originally as shriveled as snakeskin, began to swell up like a pig's urine bubble that had been filled with water, and began to reveal its human form.

The black smoke from the mouth of the instrument puffed out more and more, diffuse, and gradually wrapped the entire hanger, like a cloud, condensed but not dispersed.

Ah!............

A few breaths of time.

With a long and cheerful scream in a shrill voice, the smoke dissipated, and the hanger on the golden chariot disappeared, but stood a demon hunter with a witch crown on his head, a hat on his face, a black robe, and a peachwood sword in his right hand.

The eight sorcerers who had been beside the chariot to ask the gods had appeared and their bodies flashed, and when the four of them returned to their seats, they stopped dancing and playing music, and their eyes did not squint, and they were silent, petrified, and motionless.