Lin Fei felt the warm and soft body in his arms, but his eyes were as clear as water.

He patted the girl on the back lightly, and said nothing, just quietly waiting for her to calm down.

After all, Nulu is not an ordinary woman. He once participated in the battle between the Yellow Emperor and Chi You, and even helped the Yellow Emperor break the rain master Fengbo, and his heart was extremely resolute.

If it weren't for the suffering of three thousand years of purgatory and the joy of reuniting with old people, I am afraid that even Lin Fei would have found it difficult to see her such a little daughter-like demeanor.

Sure enough, the woman's mood quickly calmed down.

She let go of Lin Fei's embrace and said with a little embarrassment: "I was excited for a while, which made Tianzun smile." ”

Lin Fei smiled casually and said, "Let's go, this is not the place to talk." ”

The female leader nodded, and with a pair of crystal white lotus feet, she followed him out of the Hell's Forbidden Land.

Lin Fei and Nulu stood in the air, looking at the dilapidated hanging mountain below.

Nulu was not surprised to see such a scene, she basically guessed when she saw Lin Fei before that the Buddha Sect should have been completely destroyed.

A hint of disgust flashed in Lin Fei's eyes, and he slapped it directly.

"Boom!"

Smoke and rubble rose into the sky, and the entire hanging mountain completely shattered, turning into a ruin.

......

Feiyun Villa.

Wu Moling didn't expect that someone would really come to the door to make trouble when Lin Fei was away.

The person who came was a group of Taoist priests, and the person who took the lead was wearing a purple gold Taoist uniform and a purple gold crown. It looks very different from the simple and natural style of the Taoist, and even has a kind of powerful and powerful atmosphere, and his face is full of pride.

"Hehe, a reincarnated body of an immortal, a descendant of a god and witch who has awakened the power of the bloodline, God really helps me!" Zhang Lan, who took the lead, stroked his beard and smiled, his eyes as greedy as a hungry wolf seeing flesh and blood.

"Hurry up and arrest it, and you will not die if you are poor!" he flicked his sleeves and flicked his proud look.

Wu Moling didn't talk any nonsense at all, and directly volleyed into the air. She was covered in a white light, and her long silver-white hair fluttered in the wind.

"Haha, a little witch, dare to go against me?" Zhang Lan sneered and said sarcastically, "Do you know the origin of the poor road?"

"I don't care what your origin is, I can't kill you according to it!" Wu Moling replied very simply.

This is what Lin Fei explained before leaving, no matter who comes to make trouble, no matter what kind of identity he is, he will be killed!

"What a guts!" Zhang Lan waved his fingers, and the peachwood sword containing abundant spiritual power behind him was already unsheathed, "I am Zhang Lan of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, can I know that the rebellion of the Bashu generation of lich sects was leveled by my ancestor Zhang Daoling?"

"To deal with a little witch like you, my Heavenly Master's Mansion will be able to capture it!"

At this moment, a huge Heavenly Master Phantom appeared behind him, as if he was about to break through the sky. The strong realm of the early Yuan Infant was undoubtedly revealed, almost suffocating everyone in Feiyun Villa on the spot.

Zhang Lan showed a trace of disdain, and directly wiped the peach wood sword with two fingers, making it shine, and he was about to take down Wu Moling.

Just imagine, how precious it would be to use the reincarnated body of an immortal and the descendants of gods and witches to practice a furnace of elixir?

Not to mention the ethereal extravagant hope of ascending to the ground, breaking through to the realm of transforming gods must be easy to capture, and even if it is directly to the void, it may not be impossible!

The power of immortals and the power of gods and witches are enough to make people crazy just thinking about it!

"Don't blame the poor Dao for being ruthless, if you want to blame, blame you for being too valuable!" Zhang Lan shouted violently, and immediately flew down with a sword.

Everyone in the Heavenly Master's Mansion shook their heads, feeling that there was no suspense in this matter at all, and this Wu Moling could only end up being seriously injured and captured.

However, things turned out to be much more than they expected.

"Hold on to me!" Wu Moling suddenly burst out with a soft shout, holding an object high in his hand, exuding an endless majestic aura, and swept away the divine light in all directions.

The faces of these Taoists who watched the play suddenly changed, and they secretly screamed in their hearts. They tried their best to retreat, but they found that the speed of the divine light was so fast that it enveloped them in an instant.

These Daoists were horrified to find that they were actually frozen by the power of the divine light, and they were completely unable to move! No matter how much they tried to resist with the majestic True Yuan and Dao Method, it was in vain, and even a finger was an extravagant hope.

Even Zhang Lan looked horrified, feeling that the space around him had endless restraining power, and his movements were extremely stiff and slow, just like slow motion in a movie.

He looked at the staff held high in Wu Moling's hand, and suddenly exclaimed in shock: "Jiuli staff?!"

The supreme authority of Jiuli was once owned by Wu Xian, the head of the Ten Witches, and can be called the most powerful treasure among the Ten Witches of Lingshan!

Zhang Lan's face became solemn, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead. Thoughts of anger flashed through his mind, and he didn't understand why Wu Moling had the Jiuli Staff in his hand, which had long been lost.

Under normal circumstances, the Jindan monk was often killed by the latter without any suspense. Even if one is in the late stage of Jindan and the other is in the early stage of Yuanying, the gap in a big realm is the moat.

However, Wu Moling was holding the Jiuli Staff, and he actually suppressed a strong man in the early stage of the Yuan Infant with the cultivation of the middle stage of Jindan!

One can imagine how terrifying an existence like Jiuli Staff is.

And at this moment, Wu Moling was also drenched in sweat, pale, and looked struggling.

Using the Jiuli staff to suppress those few Daoists in the Jindan realm is as ordinary as eating and drinking. But to suppress this old way in the early stage of the Yuan Infant simply made Wu Moling do his best. The knuckles of her clenched Jiuli staff glowed blue and white, and both arms showed signs of losing strength, and she couldn't help but tremble.

It felt like she was forcibly pressing down on the head of a berserk beast that could fly her out at any moment.

Similarly, Zhang Lan also felt extremely uncomfortable. The space around him is like sticky glue, and it looks like a mountain above his head is directly pressed down, trying to crush him directly into meat sauce!

"Boom-"

In the midst of the neat loud noise, several Jindan realm Daoists were unable to support it at all, and they were directly killed in seconds under the divine power of the Jiuli Staff. The moment their body protection qi shattered, the whole person was directly crushed and exploded, turning into a blood mist.

"Help me!" Wu Moling said urgently, and had to signal for help.

"Hold on, we're coming!" replied the three maids present, who were about to help. Even Ji Yaoguang gritted his teeth, and rushed forward even if he didn't have any combat experience.

"Get out!" Zhang Lan suddenly burst out with an angry roar, blood oozing from between his teeth, and he looked furious. The Taoist talisman on his chest burned, providing him with majestic and vast power.

"Boom!"

There was another loud bang, and several women were directly thrown out, vomiting blood on the spot.

"Filthy evil witch, dare to force me to use the divine power talisman given by the previous generation of heavenly masters!" Zhang Lan's face showed a hideous look, and the peachwood sword in his hand was slashed upward.

A sword light flashed, and one of Wu Moling's arms was directly cut off and thrown into the air.