Zhu Xuanji's eyes reflected the red fire, and the wind chimes in his heart kept ringing!
He had a clear insight into the situation of the Secret Pavilion at first glance.
"Karma burns, this is the evil retribution of luck." Zhu Xuanji smiled in his heart, "Ning Zhuo, you have fallen into this situation, and you deserve it."
As soon as he was reciting it, he heard a roar.
Heavy Blood Ape Dasheng, who was similar in physique to him and was also burly and majestic, crashed into his arms, hugged him by the waist, and ran wildly with all his might, crashing away from the battlefield!
If it were other agencies, it would not be able to achieve this level. Only Yuan Dasheng has reached the spiritual wisdom period, can analyze the battle situation, and has stronger autonomy.
Zhu Xuanji was angry, waved his elbow, and slammed the back of the heavy blood ape Dasheng, and each blow could smash a small deep pit.
Yuan Dasheng ignored it and tried his best to keep Zhu Xuanji away from Ning Zhuo.
Sun Lingtong reacted and immediately supported Ning Zhuo.
Everything just happened too quickly.
The door opened, and Zhu Xuanji, shrouded in golden light, appeared, and was knocked out by Yuan Dasheng again.
Grandma Ning Xiaohui and others surrounded her again.
"It's done! Hahaha." Meng Chong laughed.
He followed Meng Yan's order, grabbed the door, and quickly pushed the wooden block to make up the final part.
Originally, Ning Zhuo had already pieced together the vast majority. Meng Chong then used the immortal capital to bless his own movements, and after a dozen breaths, he completed the final step.
The content was accurate, the door was open, and a brilliant light rose into the sky, reflecting the uniqueness of this secret pavilion.
The inside of the door was like a whirlpool formed by the starry sky, and Meng Chong rushed in without any hesitation!
"No, he's in!" Someone shouted.
"Stop Meng Chong!"
"The position of the lord of the lava fairy palace...... It's mine."
The number of people besieging Ning Zhuo was instantly reduced by more than half.
They were fascinated by luck, but when it came to splashing interests, greedy desire suppressed the red fire in their eyes.
Only Grandma Ning Xiaohui, Ning Xiaoren, Ning Zhi and others still launched a siege against Ning Zhuo.
Sun Lingtong struggled to protect, blocking left and right, and was soon covered in blood.
His fighting style is sensitive and active, but in order to protect Ning Zhuo, he had to give up his fighting strengths for a while, almost all of which were passive defense!
His previous injuries have not recovered and are not in full condition.
The most important thing is that he is depressed in his fighting spirit, and he is unjustly disgusted and disgusted with Ning Zhuo, this psychological state makes him soft every time he defends Ning Zhuo, and he is grateful that he can exert three or four percent of his combat power.
On the other hand, Grandma Ning Xiaohui and others were obviously blessed by magic. Compared with its own peak, its combat power has expanded several times!
"Sun Lingtong, you outsider, don't mind your business!" Ning Xiaoren shouted.
Ning Zhi: "Ning Zhuo is ungrateful, a white-eyed wolf who is not well raised! They don't even care about blood relatives! I shouldn't have raised him."
Sun Lingtong was so angry that he cursed: "You are outsiders! What did you raise?!"
Grandma Ning Xiaohui took advantage of the three of them to fight together, like an eagle falcon, and pounced on Ning Zhuo.
The fire in her eyes was the most vigorous!
"There is a mother, but there is no mother's little rabbit! Give my Xiaohui back!!" She killed the defenseless Ning Zhuo.
Hollowing!
At the critical moment, Sun Lingtong hurriedly looked back and performed his signature technique.
However, this time, he did not do it on himself.
Grandma Ning Xiaohui was hit by the air piercing technique and immediately disappeared in place, being teleported to the secret pavilion next door.
Sun Lingtong was distracted by this, and was severely injured by Ning Zhi and Ning Xiaoren, and was kicked into the corner.
The small door that had just been knocked open by Yuan Dasheng was always wide open.
The Black Shadow Demon Cultivator and Chi Dun were fighting fiercely while rushing over!
Shi Xin slows down his military achievements!
The art of lime hearts!
Chi Dun's fist was covered with a gray halo, hitting the back of the black shadow demon cultivator.
The Black Shadow Demon Cultivator backhanded a cloud of black smoke, releasing more than a dozen ropes that entangled Chi Dun.
Chi Dun was bound by the rope, and according to his own inertia, he hit the wall firmly.
The Black Shadow Demon Cultivator was hit hard by a heavy punch, his speed surged, and he rushed towards the secret pavilion where the gate was located.
"Hmph, if you fall for my lime heart technique, you will ......" Chi Dun's eyes widened quickly.
Because of this, at the next moment, he witnessed the faint yellow Buddha light flashing from the black shadow demon cultivator's body, quickly dissolving the gray and white halo on the back of the hit.
The Black Shadow Demon Cultivator let out a hoarse laugh and ran towards the small door.
It was obviously the Buddha's light flickering, but others felt the demonic energy overwhelming!
……
Martial arts - across mountains, across mountains, across mountains!
Zhu Xuanji slapped several palms in a row.
Rao was the interior of the heavy blood ape Dasheng, which had been temporarily strengthened by Ning Zhuo, but it could not resist the bombardment of the Jindan level, and was once again smashed into slag.
Yuan Dasheng still wanted to resist, Zhu Xuanji took a step back, widened the distance, stretched out his hands, inserted ten fingers into the chest of the heavy blood ape Dasheng, and then pulled hard to both sides!
Disembowelment!
Heavy Blood Ape Dasheng half-knelt on the ground, holding his head high in resentment, and was completely suppressed under Jinshan's posture.
"Pitiful, pathetic, lamentable." Zhu Xuanji's face was expressionless, and his tone was full of emotion.
He had recognized that this was Yuan Dasheng's spirituality.
However, just as he was about to cross Yuan Dasheng and rush to the secret pavilion at the gate, he suddenly paused.
He saw the fragments of the broken core sphere and the fire persimmon that had not yet been lit.
The grade of fire persimmons is very high, most of them are thousand-year-old fire persimmons, and even ten-thousand-year-old fire persimmons.
In an instant, Zhu Xuan's signs were struck by lightning!
He froze in place, his heart skipped a beat, and he was held tight by the violent horror!
All the clues are connected at this moment.
The truth is revealed!
……
"Xiaohui, my Xiaohui!" Ning Xiaohui's grandmother had lost her mind, was teleported out by Sun Lingtong, and ran back frantically.
Before entering the small door, she met the Black Shadow Demon Cultivator.
The Black Shadow Demon Cultivator waved his arm gently, and Grandma Ning Xiaohui's head separated, and a spring of blood gushed out from her neck.
Dead.
This frightened Ning Xiaoren and Ning Zhen into a cold sweat, and their strong desire to survive overwhelmed the red fire in their eyes.
The two exploded at the same time.
Sun Lingtong dragged his seriously injured body and rushed to Ning Zhuo's side, just got up to drag Ning Zhuo away, and as soon as he looked up, he saw the black shadow demon cultivator who was close at hand.
A strong sense of oppression suppressed like a mountain.
Sun Lingtong stared so much that his eyes were bleeding, and with a low roar, he was about to throw away Ning Zhuo and pounce on him.
The next moment, he was pointed down.
Poof.
He fell to the ground, his side face pressed against the cold ground, and his heart was as cold as the floor tiles.
He looked at Ning Zhuo with his eyes closed in despair.
If possible, he is willing to use his own life to exchange Ning Zhuo's life!
Seeing this, Ning Xiaoren and Ning Zhen retreated faster.
"Don't retreat, stop Ning Zhuo!!" Almost at the same time, Zhu Xuanji broke into the secret pavilion next door and shouted anxiously.
Ning Xiaoren and Ning Zhen are inexplicable.
It's too late.
The Black Shadow Demon Cultivator slowly bent over, stretched out the arm and palm of the mechanism, and gently helped Ning Zhuo up.
The pale yellow Buddha light shone brightly, reflecting Ning Zhuo's body, suppressing the crimson flames burning on his body.
Ning Zhuo finally regained some strength, he relied on the arm of the black shadow demon cultivator, trying his best to stand up straight.
The simple action had already consumed his pitiful remaining physical strength.
He was sweating profusely, barely opening his eyes, and his vision gradually became clearer.
He looked at the black shadow demon cultivator beside him, showing a gentle, relaxed silent smile.
At the next moment, Sun Lingtong's eyes widened, his pupils contracted, and he showed a very shocked look.
Just because he heard it with his own ears, Ning Zhuo called softly——
"Mother."