Floating into the hall, Fang Xian was already familiar with the road. He walked along the corridor and easily came to the hall. He saw the Moon sitting upright on the throne of the Witch King, but the Witch King rubbed his shoulders behind him. Compared to sixteen years ago, the strange face and tattoo on Bai Yue's body became more and more intense. The blood vessels that burst out were already deep purple. His eyes were even more turbid than the colorful Rexiang. This villain's appearance has reached a certain point. How much intelligence do the Hei Miao brothers believe him?

Baiyue was strong and had already felt this strange aura. She stood up with a bang, staring at Fang Xian with a squinted eyes...

"Who is the monster!" The witch king faced a serious face and suddenly stopped in front of Baiyue.

"Fuck, it's too fake." Fang Xian shook his head, "My father-in-law is so cute. Your disguise is too rough."

"Bold demon, how dare you insult my Lord of Miaojiang!" Baiyue jumped to the side, looking upright, "Your Majesty, I'm asking someone to go, you can wait."

It seems that Bai Yue is not stupid, and you can also feel the plane-level pressure of the Immortal Sword.

The Witch King had a fierce eyebrows and waved his arms: "Your dear, please go, I guess this demon can't do anything to me!"

"I still like the cute version..." Fang Xian's mouth slightly raised. It doesn't matter what they say.

The fairy sword body surged out and flashed by, without a trace of sound. The moon worshipped and the fake Witch King had become mummies, and the legendary boss was killed for the second time.

I just heard the hall going back-

"It's cute..."

"It's the version..."

"Oh..."

"Oh..."

"Brother-in-law, is this your last echo? Is it even cute even if I die!" Fang Xian sighed silently as if he saw the natural and stupid witch king again, "Your cuteness will always remain in my heart."

"My heart..."

"Oh..."

"Oh..."

The demon spirit of the fake witch king was harvested, and his body had been restored to a poisonous demon tree, and he died. Fang Xian went over and kicked the Moon again, and confirmed that he was dead before turning back. The sealed water monster was walking through the pond of the Si family, who was worshiping the Moon. After Fang Xian's mother-in-law sealed it, he deliberately took it out again and hid it in the pond of the Hei Miao Conferencing Hall.

I have to complain - I am hiding a cunt, are you blind when you come and go?

For sixteen years, things have changed, but this water monster has been sealed, like a dust-covered fossil statue that is no different from sixteen years ago.

Fang Xianfu came out of the fairy sword: "Thank you for your hard work."

Then the body of the fairy sword gradually became as big as this water monster. It broke through the Black Miao Hall and controlled the air out of thin air. It even carried the huge body of the water monster out of the water monster out of the water.

Even the moon worship can transfer this monster, let alone the fairy sword.

"Let's go" Fang Xian also soared into the air with his sword energy, "Go to Shushan."

The most confusing person at this time should be the Hei Miao people. Their hall seemed to collapse, their boss seemed to be hanging, and then another immortal with a big face and a big plate was carrying something away.

The reborn fat middle-aged man raised his sword and roared: "It must be the witchcraft of the Bai Miao people! Everyone kills Dali to serve the witch king and avenges the leader!!"

Sportswear, snow hats, etc. all raised their knives to echo.

There is no way, there must be such a corner in the story. Fang Xian accidentally triggered the general attack of the Black Miao people in advance.

On the other side of Shushan, all the disciples who went down the mountain to play have returned and continued their daily life of practicing Taoism day after day. Although everyone is not convinced by the so-called "Daishou Master", fortunately, this "Daishou Master" is an honest person and does not step on others and just wants to be safe. In addition, during this period, the Daishou Master began to develop tourism resources in Shushan. Everyone can go down the mountain to pick up girls, make money and pick up girls, show off and be arrogant, which not only strengthens the influence of Shushan and satisfies the hordes of these young people, so Shushan is still stable.

In the main hall, today's one-day tour of Shushan is underway - meditation and practice Taoism.

Thirty-six core disciples of Shushan sat upright in the hall and meditated. A group of tourists gathered at the entrance of the hall, sighing and sighing. The tall leader of the sect explained next to him.

"We Shushan disciples have half the time to meditate every day, improve their spiritual realm, and strive to achieve the immortal path as soon as possible."

Next to him was a white-bearded old man who paid double the tour fee. The VIP customer naturally had preferential treatment. The old man looked at the three big words from the tall disciple Xiong's mouth, and then knew what he called it. He asked: "I dare to ask the leader of the sect. I have heard that there is a sword saint in Shushan for a long time, so why can't I see him? The tall disciple was full of pious faces: "The 26th leader Dugu Sword Saint has stepped through the void and ascended to leave..."

"Oh..." The masses sighed again.

The old man asked again: "The current leader is the Wine Sword Immortal?"

The tall disciple looked calm: "Master Situ has already put aside his concern and wandered around. The current twenty-seventh generation leader is Zhang Si."

"Zhang Si?!" The crowd exclaimed again.

The old man moaned his beard: "I have always been very interested in practicing Taoism. I have traveled to various famous mountains and Taoist temples, but I have never heard of a master named Zhang Si?"

The head of Dai became profound again this time: "The candidate for the head is based on opportunities and hearts. Although the head of Zhang Si is still young, since he has been appreciated by his former head of the sect and the fairy sword, there must be a reason, and it is not something we can see through."

The crowd nodded and said yes, they were always easily fooled by mysterious things.

Everyone was about to ask about the clues of practicing Taoism again, but suddenly they heard the wind outside and the crowd liked to watch the fun. The Qing Xiu was annoyed when he saw it, so they all rushed out.

A huge fairy sword flying out of nowhere above the sea of ​​clouds, a young man floated from his back to his back. Under the sword, there was a huge stone statue. The stone statue was bloated, with eight necks and eight heads in total, and its expression was full of images of evil spirits, which made people both fear and disgusting.

The tall disciple said in surprise: "This is the head of the sect coming back."

The old man looked at the scene and asked: "Is this leader bringing the legendary ancient monster... I read ancient and modern books through, and such a monster can only be it?"

This time it was the tall disciple's turn to ask: "Which is the old man talking about?"

The old man rubbed his eyes, feeling a little unbelievable: "I didn't expect that I could see one of the ten ancient monsters - the Water Warcraft! It is said that it appeared in Miaojiang sixteen years ago, and was later sealed by the descendants of Nuwa... The head of Shushan is really powerful! Even this monster can be subdued. I kneel down!!"

The crowd also exclaimed when they heard the old man's words. As ordinary people who came here, they felt like they had won the lottery when they saw such legendary things. At this time, they looked at the literary teenager floating in the sky and were deeply convinced. This young man was obviously transcendent to humans.

But when the young man suddenly turned his mind and shouted with a ferocious voice: "Neighbors, please give me some room for us."

The boy's roar came back in the mountains.

"Come out..."

"Come on..."

The crowd was speechless. Could this be a big elegance or a big vulgarity... But looking at the young man's hideous expression, it seemed that it was very difficult to transport the monster. It would be bad if it accidentally fell down and was hit. So they hurriedly leaned aside and left a large area in the empty field at the door of the outer hall.

"Go away!" Fang Xian couldn't wait to scatter the water monster like a pile of flying. He heard the sound of the wind. The big stone shaped and slammed into the snow. With a rumbling sound, layers of white snow were raised.

After the heavy wind and snow waves dissipated, the petrified water monster slumped on the snow without any damage.

Fang Xian fell to the ground and patted the dust on his body: "It's so fucking tired."

Then he glanced around and there were about 100 tourists. It seemed that this generation of leaders did a good job.

"You, you, come here." Fang Xian called out the tall disciple.

After experiencing so many setbacks and glory, this disciple has now seen it openly and ran over with a smile, with a very naughty expression: "What's wrong with the leader this time!"

"You do a good job, don't be greedy for money." Fang Xian whispered after affirming him. "I'm going to do serious things later. It's more dangerous. If you let the masses disperse and let the disciples gather here."

"yes!"

In the following time, the disciples began to send the crowd down the mountain, while Fang Xian looked around the Water Warcraft, occasionally knocking on whether it was hollow or solid, or taking an axe and hitting something. After half an hour, dozens of disciples had already stood around the Water Warcraft, waiting for the command of the leader.

Fang Xian swept across everyone with a stern look and found a strange old man with gray hair and plain clothes.

"The old man has passed the tour time, why haven't you gone down the mountain yet?"

The old man was sad and sacred: "Master, I have been pursuing immortal traces throughout my life. Today I happened to have the opportunity to climb this high mountain of Shu, cross the difficult road of Shu, and see the style of all the immortals. I also heard that the leader wanted to be a pharaoh... My feet will never move even if I die."

Fang Xian said angrily: "Don't make trouble, it's dangerous. You don't know if you want to live. This is...

"Ancient water monster!" The old man's eyes shone with a fanatical glow, "I will see the immortals destroy the monster today, even if I die! Master, you may think it's nothing, but for me, it's a great comfort to be able to experience this catastrophe with a mortal body, witness the magic power of the Immortal Lord with his own eyes, and bring this story to the world."

"How can you spread a good story when you are dead?"

The old man was solemn and knelt on the ground: "I am old and have little time to live. Please don't persuade the leader again. If I have to go down the mountain, I will now hit the head and die before this Shu sect."

Fang Xian sighed, took out a row of bamboo sticks from his bag and threw them in front of the old man. The bamboo signature was the place where the immortal in the book of the Demon Locking Tower was possessed.

The immortal in the book turned into a white ray of air and appeared: "I'm so suffocating."

The old man was no longer surprised. He hurriedly took out his brush and ink cartridge from his pocket, spitting his mouth and trying it out happily.

The immortal in the book said in confusion: "Brother, why are you touching my furniture?"

The old man's eyes had already started to burn: "Brother, look at it. It must be a big scene, worth writing on your bamboo stick."

Fang Xian waved his arm: "Form a formation."!.
Chapter completed!