Several people took the opportunity to get together again.

"Bangshou is amazing!" Lu Jing was full of praise, "Can you do it again? This time, let's just put it back into the sea spring, don't let it come out, let's find another way!"

"Brother Lu, don't be joking!"

The half-counter Qiqiao grabbed the astrolabe that flew back in blood and glanced at it. The silver light from the dragon fish illuminated the astrolabe, and everyone saw the pointer passing by the unitary engraving.

There are less than three hours left before the destruction of Qingzhou.

"Do you have to kill this guy?"

The monk Budu asked, he did not know where to find the root-subduing dragon and pestle, how fierce and fierce it must be in his hand, and dare to love this bald donkey is not only a monk of wine and meat, but also a monk of violence.

"How can we kill him?" Lu Jing asked back, "Besides, can you kill such a big guy?"

Monk Budu just wanted to try if he couldn't kill him, when he saw the second and third silver lights rising from the bottom of Yinglong Pond.

"..." Monk Budu let go of the dragon-subduing pestle, "The poor monk should recite the Sutra of Rebirth first for himself and a few benefactors."

Lu Jing was shocked: "Bald donkey! Bald donkey! You gave up so soon?"

"At this time, unless the heaven descends to save the soldiers and the hero saves the beauty, there is only one way to go!" Monk Budu folded his hands and closed his eyes, "The heaven descends from the heavens to the hero to save the beauty, that's the story in the story! Lu Donor, life and death are impermanent, take it lightly!"

Chapter 71 Immortals protect each other, neither give up nor give up

"Bald donkey, don't you mean nonsense?" Banshou subconsciously raised his head, "Where did so many divine soldiers descend from the sky—"

The scarlet sword fell from the sky!

The water of Yinglong Giant Pond was cut vertically, the blade was covered in blood, and the blade was covered in bone-chilling chill. In just one day, several people witnessed the unsheathing of this terrifying weapon for the second time. The speed of the long knife piercing exceeded the limit of pupil capture, leaving a long-lasting red line in the water.

The swinging dragon fish, and the silver light rising from the depths of the pool are all frozen in the water.

The Fei Dao was nailed to the skull of the first dragon fish, but the murderous aura of the blade fell straight down, killing the other two dragon fish deep in the pool at the same instant. The monk Budu, who witnessed this sword with his own eyes, only felt the murderous aura on the sword from the side, and his whole body trembled involuntarily, as if he was also being slashed down from the Tianling Gai.

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form!" Monk Budu immediately raised his hands, "Amitabha! The poor monk is a monk!"

He raised his hands up so fast that he even threw away the unconscious Qiu Bodeng on his back.

The red-clothed boy leaned back, his black hair spread out in the water, and the faint silver light from the dragon fish bones illuminated his pale face. The young man brushed past the monk Budu and the others, caught the sinking Qiu Bo lamp, and the edge of his black sleeves dazzled with dark red smoke.

"What kind of ghosts and gods have just killed and rushed over..."

Lu Jing murmured.

No wonder he guessed so, and the blood was continuously swept away from Shi Wuluo's black clothes, not knowing whether it was his own or someone else's, or both. To be able to dye an entire pool of water red, it really makes people suspect that he was killed all the way with blood and blood!

The monk Budu kept his hands up high, and the cold sweat poured down like a waterfall.

No matter which immortal has suffered, the poor monk looks at this donor with a look of "killing people and killing their mouths"! In fact, this Yinglongchi is not connected to a sea spring at all, but a yellow spring...

Shi Wu Luo suddenly raised his head.

The monk Budu said in his heart that my life is over!

When something was thrown head-on, Monk Budu instinctively raised his hand to block it, but he was very familiar with it. A closer look, it turned out to be his string of Bodhi Mingjingzi. Looking down again, ink mist rolled out from the blood and smoke of the pool. Shi Wuluo stood on the dragon fish emitting a faint silver light with Qiu Bo's lamp in his arms, and quickly sank into the depths of Yinglong Pond.

Black and red flowed in both of them, like all the colors of one person's past were painted by another person's hands, and like one person's life was made up of another person.

"He, what does he mean?" Banshou asked, "He brought Elder Qiu into the wind cave by himself?"

Lou Jiang frowned.

In normal times, no matter how unfathomable the sterious young man's strength is, Lou Jiang will definitely find out why he knows the secrets of Shanhaige. But there are more important things at the moment, and can only risk to believe that for the sake of Qiu Bodeng, he will not do anything that endangers the survival of Qingzhou.

At the moment when the two completely sank into the darkness, the water in the pool boiled and suddenly went upstream, sending them upward.

When the rising pool water hit the black iron gate of the culvert, Lou Jiang grabbed the iron gate with one hand and groped for the mechanism with the other.

Clang, the black iron gate rose, Lou Jiang was the first to get out, then dragged Lu Jing out, followed by Monk Budu and Banshui. When their feet landed on the ground, the monk Budu and Banshou together let out a "wow" admiration - after they entered the Yinglongchi toss, the golden feather map of Shanhaige had been completely unfolded.

The storm is violent, the sky is dark and the earth is dark, but Zhunan is unprecedentedly brilliant!

Every street is lit up, and the pavement is golden, as if the magma erupted from the ground for thousands of years, flowing in the entire candle south. In front of Jin Hui, the filth and evil were scattered. The disciples of Shanhaige strode forward wearing the cloaks belonging to each division, wielding swords to fight street by street.

The rain was kicked up by their footsteps, splashing like sparks.

"It looks so majestic!"

Lu Jing relaxed for a while, and said in his heart that it is indeed Shanhai Pavilion, after all, it is the richest immortal gate in the world! But is it just some weird birds sneaking around? Just kill it. When he turned his head, he saw Lou Jiang's pale and uneasy face. Lu Jing was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to ask what was wrong, he heard a loud sound like the sky shattering from above his head.

He raised his head, his pupils contracted suddenly.