When Shang Biao returned to the middle-aged man's cell, the other party had already adjusted his breathing and recovered his power of fighting, and he was not only in the cell.

The Tantric monks in the Tibetan area and the parrot demon with colorful feathers gathered together, as if waiting for Shang Biao together.

"Boy, this is Master Gru. Just call this bird Luyuan. Since you haven't brought Lao Gao back, I think he must have returned to Zhenkeng's hometown and met Wusheng's mother. Now take us to the Ganqing Palace immediately. I hope Brother Qi has not been caught by that slutty fox."

The middle-aged man couldn't wait to urge him. They were all arrested and secretly escorted to the palace. Except for the three-point land of their own cell, the other places were really unclear, so they were waiting for Shang Biao to come back to lead the way.

"It's just my wish, haven't asked your name yet?"

"Brother Qi didn't tell you? Forget it, my name is Meng Bao, you can call me Lao Meng, or Meng Ge."

"Stop talking nonsense, I don't want to stay here for a moment. This damn place is full of memories that make me desperate. Go away quickly!"

The demon bird Luyuan interrupted the conversation between the two and pulled Meng Bao outward.

Three people and one demon walked out of the cell quickly and Shang Biao led the way back to the Ganqing Palace.

The two palaces were not too far away, so they walked straight forward. Soon they stood outside the Ganqing Palace gate.

After Shang Biao walked in, he found that the five Baojiaxian were only three of the fox, snake and rat. If it were not for the fall of the host, the weasel representing the yellow fairy and the hedgehog of the white fairy would never have disappeared.

In this way, these White Lotus Sects are not all lambs to be slaughtered.

"The Protector Qi is trapped here. This formation is complete with five immortals, but now only three immortals are left. If we break this formation, it will save a lot of trouble later."

After Shang Biao finished speaking, the honest and honest monk Glu stepped forward. After observing for a moment, Glu also mastered the formation, seemed to have discovered the weakness of the shaman secret formation called the Three Immortals.

The wide sleeves robe were swaying, and the thick arms hidden in it were raised, and the hands were tied out. The two middle fingers were upright like needles, one little finger, and two thumbs were standing upright, and the forcing momentum came from him.

"Hum!"

Although the Tantric Mantra is combined with the Vajrasattva Seal, although there is a finger missing, the strength of this great monk cannot be underestimated. He smashed the Ganqing Palace gate with just one blow.

"Slutty fox, let me die for my grandfather!"

Meng Bao was concerned about Qi Linqing and saw the form clearly the moment the door was broken.

Seeing that Brother Qi, whom he was worried about day and night, was besieged by an old acquaintance shaman and a colorful shaman, the situation was dangerous and he could no longer bear the hatred in his heart.

He kicked a steel knife from the Imperial Guard on the ground with his toes, held a sharp blade in his hand, and rushed forward like a bull who was angry with his head.

In addition to Qi Linqing, the White Lotus Sect who belonged to the field, also had his scar-faced disciple, who was fighting with a colorful shaman with a collapsed chest.

Hearing his roar, Caiyu Shaman beside Qi Linqing's side changed his expression and took the initiative to meet him.

"Brother Meng, how did you get out of trouble? Aren't the person sent to save you still stopped in the Hall of Heartbeat?"

Meng Bao's appearance gave Qi Linqing a chance to breathe. After forcing the shaman in front of him to retreat, he took the time to ask.

"Didn't you send that little brother from the sect to rescue me? Is there a fraud?"

After Meng Bao and Caiyu Shaman fought a move, they were repelled to the side and looked at Qi Linqing in confusion.

"It's me, it's me."

Shang Biao's painted skin was damaged, and Qi Linqing only remembered him, a treacherous deserter after he spoke.

"Gru, are you looking for death too?"

A brief truce occurred in the field, and the shaman sacrifice Ga Luo gathered the only two remaining colorful shamans, staring at the Tantric monks coldly.

"The Buddha also has anger, where is my foul disciple!"

"In my shaman ancestral temple, if you have the ability, you can go outside the pass to seek revenge on him!"

It is not difficult to detect from the conversation between the two that this Tantric master fell to the point of being imprisoned, and among them, his rebellious disciple worked hard.

"Don't talk nonsense to her. This witch is waiting for the support of the Imperial Guards outside! Let's take action together, and there is no need to be etiquette to deal with these Qing barbarians."

Qi Linqing's injuries were not light, especially the torn wounds in his lower abdomen, and the internal organs could be seen almost all of them.

Even so, after taking a few pills, he still insisted on taking the lead.

"Gaga, I like to beat the dogs in the water the most. You little girls have pulled out so many hairs from the old man. Now the feng shui is changing. I want to twist your head off as a chamber pot!"

The demon bird flew out with a smile. If it were ordinary, even the weakest Caiyu Shaman here could easily deal with him.

To be honest, with his strength, he was not qualified to be imprisoned in Kunning Palace. The reason why he left this bird in prison was that he only provided the shamans with excellent headdress and feathers.

So Galuo didn't take him seriously at all, but this little bird can now act as a big helper, causing some trouble for the shaman sacrifice.

Three people and one demon besieged Ga Luo, and Shang Biao was jealous of the box that the shaman priest exploded. But first, Qi Linqing had been fighting with the other party for a long time, and the main output was taken over. Second, he was not confident that he could steal the heads from the siege of several people.

To be on the safe side, Shang Biao chose the seriously injured Caiyu Shaman and went up to meet him.

If he moves fast, the other one will not escape his palm. He will make up for his quality by counting, which is not considered to be his troubles in saving Qi Linqing.

The shaman enshrines the rat soul representing the "Gray" immortal, driving giant rats as big as watermelon as attacking methods.

All the corpses of rats on the ground were contributed by her. Of course, these rats and grandchildren did not die in vain. Looking at the corpses of the White Lotus Cult on the ground, she probably only relied on these mice to solve the lives of most people.

This also led to her attracting the deepest hatred. She was hit by someone's near-death attack, and now she only has a dozen rat kings left as her last support.

Hundreds of ghosts surged out of the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner, three groups and five groups drilled into the bodies of the big mice, scrambling to swallow the weak rat soul and fighting for control of the body.

The colorful shaman who enshrines the "Gray" immortal hurriedly hit the skin drum on his waist and danced a magical dance to help the rats resist the invasion of the ghosts, while also avoiding being affected by the ghosts.

Shang Biao observed for a moment, and three drops of blood popped up on the several footprints that the Colorful Feather Shaman had repeatedly walked by.

The magic sword was held in his hand, and the deceased soul of the Pojun in the Seven-Star Sword Technique led a large number of starlight to attach to the sword body.

The next moment, Shang Biao seized the opportunity and appeared on the blood closest to the Caiyu Shaman.

“No~”

Shang Biao suddenly appeared frightened the shaman and his desperate wail did not soften the enemy.
Chapter completed!