After borrowing the lights, Feng Xiao ran all the way up and came to the main entrance. He saw the second floor, flashing and radiant lights on the second floor, reflecting Feng Xiao's face sometimes red and sometimes white, and the rumbling sounds were endless in his ears, but he didn't know what had happened.

Feng Xiao was puzzled and rushed to the front of the main gate, but saw that the front gate was still wrapped in countless vines.

He then threw the marsh oil lamp, stepped on the vines, and climbed up. With the previous climbs, he had already gained experience. The main entrance was not very high, and there were vines everywhere, with many places to settle. In addition, he was originally weak and had no weight. He climbed up to the main entrance in just a few seconds and came to the corridor on the second floor.

This ruined building is long and long. Although Feng Xiao’s body is light, he still cannot withstand the trampling. The rotten wood under his feet makes a "cucking" sound, and it will collapse if he is not careful.

He carefully touched the door of the second floor, and Feng Xiao looked inward through the flower decorations of the door. After seeing this, he was almost shocked to sit down.

But I saw an extremely spacious hall on the second floor. There was a painted mahogany stand that could not be seen at the end against the wall. It was piled up on it, similar to herbs and had a strong medicinal smell.

In the middle of the hall, there was a tall figure standing, but it was exactly the sloppy monk that Feng Xiao saw before climbing the mountain. He saw that he was wearing a torn dress without wind, and his whole body was emitting a faint golden light. What surprised him was not the sloppy monk, but the thing opposite him was confronting him from a distance. A carved dragon pillar was a fierce snake with bright purple and thick length. The snake had no snake head, but instead it was a woman's face, with willow leaves bent eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth, and apricot face and peach cheeks, which were as beautiful as peaches and plums. It was a pity that a snake body looked in Feng Xiao's eyes, which made him frightened, and his three souls were already scared.

The sloppy monk whipped his sleeves with anger on his face and said, "Hmph! You evil man, you actually stole the Xuantian Golden Pill from Dannon's old man. I will not forgive you!"

The snake demon chuckled for a moment, "I think after the old Dannon's golden elixir was refined, I didn't talk about who owned this golden elixir. It would be a waste here. It would be better to help me improve my Taoism for three hundred years and save the pain of day and night practice. Isn't it great? I found this golden elixir first. But you, the monk, came here shamelessly to snatch me. You are still confident and not afraid of making people laugh!"

The sloppy monk laughed in anger, "Hey! A monster, why should I spend more time with you?" After saying that, his whole body was full of golden light. It seemed that the two of them had fought for many rounds just now, but they were just as good as each other. Feng Xiao was very surprised to see outside. He just said that this monk was not an ordinary person, but he didn't expect that he had such magical powers.

Now in his eyes, no matter whether it is an immortal or a Buddha, as long as he can do anything to make himself survive the disaster, he is a person with great supernatural powers.

The golden light flashed more and more, and the sloppy monk gradually turned into a golden body. He immediately slapped a palm in the air. The golden palm then grew and slapped at the snake demon. Seeing this, the snake demon did not dare to be negligent, twisting a thick snake shape, bringing up a black wind, and immediately a piece of flying sand and stones around him. Feng Xiao was so dazed by the black wind that he felt dizzy, and his body immediately turned into a purple escape light, just like a purple sport, and rushed out of the window.

The golden palm was extremely powerful. It hit the sky with one palm and slapped firmly on the Diaolong pillar. How could this building a hundred years ago withstand such torture? It immediately shook violently, and the loud noise in my ears were rumbling, and it was about to collapse in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Feng Xiao was not slow to react. He didn't want to be sought immortal, but instead was smashed to death. He immediately used all his strength, jumped to grab the ancient vine, and slipped down suddenly.

As soon as it rolled to the ground, Feng Xiao quickly rolled away, as far as the building was, and the rumbling sound echoed in the valley, deafening, the dust rose several feet high and low, flying all over the sky, and several feet of the sky was blocked into a hazy mist.

Feng Xiao leaned against a stone pillar and touched his whole body with both hands. Fortunately, his arms and legs were still intact, but he was scared. The second floor of the pavilion had collapsed, and he buried the first floor in it.

He calmed down a moment of mind, remembering the battle just now, although it didn't last long, it also opened his eyes. It was the first time he had seen such a battle formation at the age of 16. His heart was throbbing, full of envy and yearning. He just remembered that he might not have much time and never had the opportunity to cultivate the great way again, and he felt sad when he thought of this.

Just as they were regretting, the two lights of purple and gold appeared again, chasing each other, purple in front of gold in the back, coiled around each other for a moment and slowly descended to the open space in front of the attic.

As soon as I landed, I heard the giggle of the purple snake banshee: "Monkey Treasure, you are so capable. It seems that if you want to capture me, you have to practice again!"

At this time, the purple snake banshee had turned into human form, wearing a purple gauze skirt, and her hands were like soft horns and skin like cream. She looked like a stunning beauty.

"Bah!" After hearing the snake demon's words, the monk in the treasure could not help but become angry and cursed: "Shameless monster, if you hadn't swallowed the Xuantian Golden Pill and had gained the Taoist practice for more than 300 years, I would have probably broken up the demon essence by me and will never be regained!"

The banshee smiled sweetly, and said, "Monkey Treasure, you are a monk who has attained enlightenment, but you don't know the compassion of Buddhism. You have repeatedly come to my death. After all, aren't you also for that golden elixir?"

At this moment, the monk and demon were quite close to Qi Yun. Feng Xiao naturally heard the words of the two, but he didn't expect that there was a elixir. It was a pity that he came one step later. This elixir must have been eaten by the banshee. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but regret it. Anger suddenly arose in his heart. It's a pity that he had no power to tie the chicken and was powerless to help the monk in the rag-clothed clothes.

The monk torn clothes snorted coldly and sneered: "You think I really have no choice but to do anything to you? You snake demon have short-sighted eyes, but I don't know that my Buddhism is profound and profound. Today I have to subdue you so that you can no longer harm the world!"

The purple-clothed banshee laughed and said, "If you have any tricks, just use them!" After saying that, his body twisted and released a rolling black fog. Suddenly, there was a wave of a woman's giggle from where he came. The sound was sometimes far and sometimes near, and the void was floating. Feng Xiao hurriedly covered his ears without listening to a few words, feeling dizzy and his head seemed to be in an explosion of pain.

"Zisha Soul Sound!" The monk torn clothes was also shocked when he saw this, "I didn't expect that you, the banshee, had really mastered it!"

This purple evil soul sound is trained to collect the resentment of countless life-and-death creatures in the world. It is really amazing. If an ordinary person is wrapped in that ball of black air, it will turn into a pool of pus in the blink of an eye.

The monk in the torn clothes immediately did not dare to say more. He quickly closed his hands together, and the golden light around his body surged more than a foot, his eyes were like torches, and he buzzed his mouth, "Om-Ma-Ni-Ba-Mi-Hum!" It was the Buddhist six-character mantra. Once the sutra chanted the thick Buddhist mantra, it shook the vast mountain, and barely covered the purple evil soul sound of the purple banshee, which made Feng Xiao feel much more relieved in his chest and really exhaled a breath of turbid air.

After thinking about it, the monk with a broken shirt escaped and hung in the air. His eyes suddenly rounded, and the monk waved his sleeves and said loudly: "Look at the magic weapon! Haotian Golden Bowl!"

A dazzling golden light shook through the sky, and a sun-like light appeared from the monk's wide sleeves, soaring upwards.
Chapter completed!