Shortly after Yan Chao gave birth to Han Tan, he heard Fu Heng complaining outside the door, and Liu Shuang ran away.

He gritted his teeth, suppressed the restlessness of his body, and got up from the cold pool. Fu Heng glanced at him and wanted to say something, but when he saw the expression on Yan Chaosheng's face, he finally shut up.

When they arrived at the barrier, Lao He had already been tied up by Liu Shuang.

The demon general was embarrassed and had his hands and feet bound by a ring of the Ten Commandments. He fell to the ground and cursed loudly.

And Chishui Liu tapped his toes, and was about to break through the barrier and go into the weak water.

If Yan Chaosheng had hesitated for a moment and come a step later, she would have succeeded.

Seeing this, Fu Heng stopped Liu Shuang and struck him with a palm.

The wind from Fu Heng's palm was fierce and ferocious. The girl turned around, her face became more cautious, but she did not retreat, and she slapped him.

Immortal energy and demonic energy spread out in all directions at the same time, and the pine trees in the distance suddenly fell down.

Yan Chaosheng watched with cold eyes, but did not help Fu Heng or stop Liu Shuang. For the first time, he realized how fast the mana would grow when an ancient bloodline awakened. Less than half a year later, she progressed.

too big.

He underestimated her. The fairy who was previously bound by the ring of the Ten Commandments could now come and go freely.

Fu Heng ate all the demon elixirs hoarded by the former mountain master, so let’s not talk about it now. He has thousands of years of skill.

And Chishui Liushuang is now able to tie with Fu Heng. Yan Chaosheng remembers the day when he faced Bi Xun? She still had no power to fight back.

Fu Heng was also a little puzzled. The mountain owner climbed out of the cold pool, only to watch from a short distance away without taking action or expressing his position.

Fu Heng was a demon after all. His tricks were sinister, and his five fingers formed sharp claws to scratch the fairy in front of his eyes. A cold light hit him, and Fu Heng quickly retracted his hand.

He glanced at the mountain owner, a little hesitant.

Because he couldn't use it, Chishui Liushuang soon gained the upper hand. The mountain master still looked at them calmly.

Until she was about to fly out of the encirclement, a cold dark red whip wrapped around her waist and pulled her down with great force. Liu Shuang fell back into the magic circle, and Yan Chaosheng had another weapon in his sleeves.

The magic weapon was activated instantly, binding her tightly.

It's a red gold rope, used by the former mountain lord to tie up his enemies.

Fu Heng turned around and replied: "Mountain Master."

Yan Chaosheng withdrew his whip, and Liu Shuang looked back at him, feeling extremely depressed. What was going on? He would rather rush out of the cold pool and risk his own life to catch her.

Being a mountain master means you should be so conscientious and responsible, right? If everyone is alive, isn't it better than dying together?

Yan Chaosheng lowered his face and ordered: "Hang her up..."

It seems that I really decided to teach her a lesson.

The little monsters obeyed the order and hung up Liu Shuang. Yan Chaosheng turned around and walked towards the cold pool. The pain in his body was like burning fire, and he couldn't hold back his breath.

This method is a punishment for mortals, but for immortals, it has no effect. At most, it delays her escape and breaking of the formation. The girl is hung in the air, still thinking about how to get rid of the weak water, and he can't stop her.

The night breeze blew and everything was silent.

The entire Demon Palace was filled with strong demonic aura, and Liu Shuang knew that Yan Chaosheng's Yuan Shen was beginning to become unstable again.

She originally wanted to take advantage of this period of time to untie the red gold rope that bound her behind her - she now has quite a lot of experience and has figured out how to untie it.

But before she could untie it, the red gold rope came loose, and she fell into an embrace with cold fragrance.

Liu Shuang raised her eyes in surprise. Under the moonlight, the man's hair tie was half loose and he was wearing dark blue clothes. He asked her with a smile: "Is the fairy okay?"

He helped her stand firm, gently pushed her slightly messy hair behind her ears, and said comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, when the work is done, I will take you out of this monster cave."

Liu Shuang looked at him silently, seeing that he didn't recognize her, so she held back everything she said.

Many speculations flashed through her mind, and she finally nodded.

The man's eyes are narrow and bright. If human eyes could speak, his eyes would be full of surprise and determination.

"The Fairy is the most beautiful person I have ever seen in the Eight Wastelands. According to legend, the faceless Chishui clan is not as beautiful as the Fairy."

Liu Shuang: "..."

She complimented: "You look good too."

He chuckled and stretched out his hand.

Liu Shuang felt very complicated, and finally put her hand up, and sure enough! This guy led her to the barrier, then carelessly ground her under her feet, and the barrier set up by the former mountain master turned into nothing.

The nine arranged rings of the Ten Commandments flew up, and he sneered: "You overestimate your capabilities."

With a wave of his sleeve, all the Ten Commandments rings fell to the ground.

Liu Shuang looked at the Ten Commandments Ring and then at him, feeling a little envious. It was great to be powerful.

Unfortunately, no matter how arrogantly he breaks the formation, he cannot stop the soul-locking bell from ringing, jingling, jingling, ringing throughout the entire Demonic Mountain.

With Yan Chaosheng's snake-like character, he will soon come again.

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, smiled, raised his hand, and was so cruel that he crushed all the remaining souls.

Although this does not stop the bells in the demon palace from continuing to ring.

The man took a look at Liu Shuang and saw a beautiful woman looking timidly at him. He said, "Fairy is afraid of me?"

Liu Shuang secretly scolded him for being a pervert, fearing that his identity would be discovered, so she could only nodded lightly. The person in front of her, by coincidence, was also an acquaintance, and it was none other than the prince Feng Fuming who was supposed to be having a banquet in Sihai!

Her honesty pleased Feng Fuming: "Don't worry, you are so pitiful and cute, I won't hurt you. You are not safe here, so go with me."

Feng Fuming obviously thought that she was a fragile little immortal who had been kidnapped to the Demon Palace, so he took her without hesitation and rushed towards Ruoshui.

Liu Shuang glanced back quietly. In the night, did Yan Chao need to survive? In the frozen hour, he had already come out once during the day. This time... it was impossible to catch up. Come... right?

With Feng Fuming, this journey has obviously gone smoothly.

Feng Fuming said: "Stand far away, this is weak water and can swallow everything."

"Why is the Immortal Lord here?"

He turned back to look at Liu Shuang. The little fairy's face looked a little pale and pitiful under the moonlight, but her eyes were clear and bright, and her lips were not smudged but red.

Her voice was very clear, yet still feminine. Feng Fuming was amazed at everything. He was here to do something. Unexpectedly, he happened to see the "little captive" hanging in the air, so he stopped unexpectedly and rescued her.

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Feng Fuming was originally a moody person. When she asked, he didn't know why he was so patient. He said: "It's not convenient for me to tell you at this time. I'm waiting here for you. I'll tell you later."

Liu Shuang nodded.

Feng Fuming walked to Ruishui, faded his smile, stared for a moment, raised his hand, a few jade beads fell out, turned into several immortal soldiers, knelt down and saluted him.

"You guys will look into the weak water for me." It was clear that the enemy was a soldier.

Seeing the immortal soldiers jumping into the weak water, Liu Shuang's heart sank, and she became more and more certain. Feng Fuming knew about the fifth spiritual vein from somewhere? She obviously found the news, so what happened to Feng Fuming?

Will know?

Moreover, as a member of the Tianjun tribe, the Feng family has abundant spiritual veins and does not need additional spiritual veins. Feng Fuming is cruel and unpredictable. From the fact that he did not hesitate to crush his soul just now, it can be seen that in the world,

He doesn't care about all things.

If interests come first, he will definitely take action without hesitation.

The depth of the weak water was ten thousand feet deep. Liu Shuang looked at Feng Fuming from a distance and was glad that he did not reach the weak water first and was not recognized by him.

Otherwise, even if she takes out her spiritual veins, she will be killed by Feng Fuming who comes after her.

Now that she has not only weak water but also Feng Fuming in front of her, how can she successfully obtain the fifth spiritual vein?

When all the bells in the Demon Palace rang, Fu Heng was keeping vigil for Yan Chaosheng outside the palace.

He raised his dead eyes. Someone forced his way into the formation and crushed the souls who had nowhere to go. Could it be that little fairy?

The cold air in the hall was stagnant, and Fu Heng sensed that the mountain master was forcibly breaking the ice.

Sure enough, a moment later, a man dressed in cold clothes came out wearing a big cloak and flew over to where Liu Shuang was hanging.

There was no one there, and all the demon soldiers guarding her were killed.

"Mountain Master?"

"It's not her, someone took her away." After breaking the ice again, his blood was almost boiling and burning. Yan Chaosheng endured the pain and waved his sleeves, and a faint, silk-like demonic aura appeared in the air. His face was expressionless, and he followed the pain.

Follow the guidance and go to the weak water place.

Fu Heng followed silently, looking at the cold and silent back of the mountain master. It was unclear for a moment whether the mountain master was going to save people or brutally kill people.

Feng Fuming's Yuzhu Immortal Soldiers, only one came up in the end.

Without saying a word, it dissipated into powder. Feng Fuming frowned slightly. This immortal soldier had not yet reached the level of weak water.

Nothing can grow in weak water, and jade beads have no life. If jade beads cannot do it, he may be in danger if he goes down.

He looked deeply for a long time, raised his hand, and held a divine sword in his hand.

The Divine Sword emits this light golden light, and Liu Shuang guesses that it is the Xuanyuan Sword. Only the weapons of three emperors have been handed down from ancient times to this day.

The Yellow Emperor's invincible Xuanyuan Divine Sword, the Shennong's Divine Cauldron for practicing Baicao, and the Divine Seal of Emperor Fuxi symbolizing protection.

Three kinds of artifacts were left in Buzhou Mountain, Kunlun and Kongsang respectively.
To be continued...