“Shit”

The monster demon was captured by the golden light of Xuanyang Glass, and his throat made an angry sound like a snake. He opened his mouth and sprayed two fishy and smelly black liquid from his mouth, accurately shooting towards Xuanyang Glass in the air, with a fast and fast speed.

"Free."

Sanniang's face changed, and she drove Xuan Yangjing to hide away.

"Sizizi"

I saw a huge hole more than ten feet deep corroded in the blink of an eye. The edge of the hole was still rolling blue smoke.

Seeing this, Fu Shiyi was shocked.

I'm afraid that any of them will die in an instant when they are hit. The demon lotus monster's cultivation has clearly reached the third level, and it is worthy of being a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.

Today, if one of them is not good, they may all die here.

Fu Shiyi looked at the Eighth Uncle. The Eighth Uncle looked solemn, and then looked at Uncle Twelve, as if he had made a great decision. The two of them sat cross-legged and said quickly:

"Sanniang, eleven, sixteen, you three are our two guardians."

“Yes!”

Fu Shiyi summoned the green leaf wall, stacked layer by layer, and looked at the demon lotus in the lake at the same time.

The demon lotus missed the attack, obviously getting angry, and opened its mouth. Five black liquid accurately shot at Fu Shiyi and the others.

"Oops!"

Fu Shiyi quickly patted Zhang Feitian's spiritual talisman on himself, jumped into the air, and flashed into the air, while controlling the green leaf wall to block the black liquid shot towards Ba Bo for a moment.

"Brother Sixteenth, use your Wuye Fan."

Although Fu Shiyi evolved more than a dozen layers of green leaves, he could only block it for a moment. When the sixteenth brother who was already safe there heard this, Wu Ye Fan in his hand slammed the black liquid hard. The trajectory of the black liquid changed and flew over to Ba Bo's ear.

"Hu"

Without any danger, Fu Shiyi avoided the attack of the demon lotus. When he turned around, he saw that the aura of Ba Uncle was climbing up quickly, while the twelfth uncle who pressed his hand against him was exactly the opposite.

"This...is this in the power transmission?"

Seeing that Ba Bo began to emit a pressure from the foundation-building monk, Fu Shiyi couldn't help but turn worries into joy. Perhaps they could escape a disaster today.

"I'm so angry, let you taste the taste of heavenly thunder today."

Bawang opened his eyes and looked at the demon lotus coldly. He threw a scroll into the air and expanded the scroll.

Fu Shiyi recognized at a glance that it was Taixuan Bagua Picture, one of the treasures of the Fu family.

The Taixuan Bagua Diagram has left the category of magic tools and is a fourth-level magic weapon of Zhengzheng Sect. If you want to activate it, you must at least have to cultivate in the Foundation Establishment stage. No wonder the Eighth Uncle had to borrow the magic power of Uncle Twelve just now, but what you borrowed was not yours after all, so I am afraid it will last for a while.

Fu Shiyi could only pray silently in his heart, hoping that Ba Bo could persevere until he killed this demon lotus.

"Kan is the sky, Kun is the earth, Zhen is thunder, Kan is water........ The heaven and earth are positioned, mountains and lakes are ventilated, thunder and wind are thin, water and fire are not emitting..."

Ba Bo muttered something, his hands were like a flower butterfly pinching the trick:

"Free!"

I saw the Taixuan Bagua Diagram floating in the air shake, and the spiritual energy above the ancient well became active instantly. A trace of five-colored spiritual light fell on the Bagua Diagram.

A powerful force that ruined the world emanated from it.

The demon lotus spewed seven black liquid backwards, and was brewing. At this time, he felt the danger coming from his head. The lotus seat instantly rotated rapidly, and then the petals of human faces flew out screaming and besieged at Bawang alone.

"Fallen!"

Bawang shouted loudly.

The Bagua Picture flashed and became extremely huge in an instant, covering the entire Lotus Lake. It fell down without hesitation.

The human face of the lotus that was speeding up was a pause, then raised his head and whistled, spurting streams of black liquid upwards.

However, before touching the Bagua diagram, a thunder flashed by, and more than a dozen colorful divine thunders fell on them. The petals of human faces were slashed into ashes and dissipated before they could even roar.

"Puff!"

Bawang instantly spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Bao Bo!"

Fu Shiyi exclaimed and stepped forward, but saw that Ba Wang's hair had turned white and his face had grown a lot older. Fu Shiyi was anxious:

"Uncle Twelve, Uncle Eighth will not be in trouble, right?"

Uncle Twelve had a bad face. He first fed the eighth uncle three spirit-replenishing pills, and then ate one for himself. Then he closed his eyes and meditated:

"No life threatening means losing several years of life."

Uncle Twelve said calmly, but Fu Shiyi felt nervous.

The eighth uncle is over 80 years old this year and has been experiencing many years of hard work. He has suffered countless injuries. He has only had more than twenty years of life left, but now it will take a few more years to lose. Fu Shiyi felt very upset, a feeling that he couldn't say.

The sunlight of Taixuan Bagua Picture dispersed and fell back to Ba Bo from the sky.

"Eleventh, this...the Lotus Lake disappeared, this is a hell, fortunately a large lotus is here just now! Could it be that everything was fake just now?"

Hearing the 16th brother's voice, Fu Shiyi looked up and saw that there was nothing in front of him, and there was only an empty floor left, with no drop of water on the floor.

"Hey, Eleven, look at the location of the demon lotus just now, a well appeared."

This time, the Sixteenth Brother did not step forward, just pointed at him from a distance.

Fu Shiyi frowned and thought for a moment: "The lotus pond just now should be the scene of the demon lotus transforming. Look, the ink that has been transformed from the mud after death is still left on the ground."

No matter what, the monster that casts the blood curse was finally eliminated.

Fu Shiyi had just breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered something:

"The Qingxi Bilu records that if you want to cast the blood curse, the level of the monster is at least the fourth level, but no matter whether it is the mud monster or the demon lotus just now, it is obvious that it has not reached the fourth level. Could it be..."

Fu Shiyi was shocked.

He quickly rolled up his sleeves and saw that the blood-colored coffin mark on his left arm was still there safely. Fu Shiyi's face turned pale in an instant.

The five of them have long lost the power to fight again!

"Eleven, what's wrong with you, but..."

I noticed that Fu Shiyi's face was wrong. As soon as Sanniang spoke, Fu Shiyi's bright red blood mark came into his eyes. His face changed and he quickly pulled up his sleeves.

"The mark is still there, my goodness, the monster who really casts the blood curse is not dead yet!"

Everyone's face suddenly turned dead.

The third-level demon lotus monster almost killed them. If the Fu family had not had a deep foundation and the eighth uncle fought against his fate, they would have died.

Now, there is actually a monster of at least level 4.

How do they deal with this?!

Just when everyone was desperate, a gentle and sad chant seemed to come from the land of the Nine Springs:
Chapter completed!