Chapter 1181

Binding immortal rope, a strange treasure from the wilderness, Zheng Feiyue always carries it with him.

He took out a bundle of fairy rope, incarnated as the vegetable shopping aunt in the vegetable market, wrapped Tianfeng from head to foot, and then threw it into the bloody tripod.

"Live together!"

Zheng Feiyue patted his palm and was in a good mood. After finishing Tianfeng, most of the task of this trip will be completed. Next, as long as he killed the bright moon and left smartly, this westbound trip will be a perfect deal.

The moon is still working.

Zheng Feiyue tilted his head and looked at it. He really felt anxious for the big man. Just don't rub. Even three more Tianfeng couldn't stop him.

"Die."

Zheng Feiyue came forward with a stick. The Black Turtle hissed. The force of thick soil broke out. He smashed it mercilessly according to the head of the bright moon.

The moon closed her eyes and didn't hide.

Zheng Feiyue has absolute confidence. This stick is enough to blow up the other party. Thinking that the difficult journey to the west is coming to an end, he feels inexplicably bored... And boring.

The long golden stick crashed down.

Clinker, the imaginary burst watermelon did not appear.

A thin palm grasped the long golden stick. The former's thin and the latter's thick made this scene a little strange and quite uncoordinated.

Zheng Feiyue looked slightly heavy.

In front of the bright moon, I don't know when she has opened her eyes. There is no eyeball and white eyes in her eyes, but a piece of silver. Not only that, a strange rhythm surrounds her.

This rhythm, Zheng Feiyue once felt in the small world, in the half crazy and half crazy Nezha, it was the unique breath of the immortal.

In an instant, four words came to his mind: please be immortal!

Almost at the same time, the bright moon moved. One hand was holding the long golden stick, and the other hand was printed on Zheng Feiyue's chest. It seemed light and natural and didn't eat human fireworks. In fact, it was as fast as lightning.

Zheng Feiyue took a slap, his eyes almost protruded, a powerful force exploded in his body, and his internal organs were seriously injured.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood vomited out. Zheng Feiyue's body turned into a meteor and fell down. His frightened cry remained in the air: "lying in the trough, so fierce?"

It's really fierce.

Zheng Feiyue was hit hard by this palm. Not only that, his unique stick also fell into the hands of Mingyue.

It is reasonable to say that Duxiu staff belongs to the innate magic weapon of dripping blood to recognize the Lord, and it is still a high-grade product filled with a lot of merit. Even if it falls into the hands of others, it can not be driven.

But next, the moon's hand gently stroked the Duxiu stick, and the silver light flashed. The stick rebelled and turned around the moon.

"Traitor!"

Zheng Feiyue's heart was really broken when he saw this scene.

The bright moon opened a pair of silver pupils and looked expressionless. It looked like she had been taken away by others. Without talking, she raised her stick and dived down.

Boom!

Like a big star falling into the world, the stirred whole cold Star Palace is in turmoil.

On the other side, Hou xiaorou covers her mouth and nose with a handkerchief. It seems that she is going to rob her house. In fact, it is to stop the stench in the air. So are other female disciples. She is desperately cleaning up the array base.

At dusk, Hou xiaorou heard the movement and looked up at the silver luster in the sky that seemed to run through the cold Star Palace. Her look suddenly became complex: "master, you have the art of divine presence."

Qin Liangyu instructed the female disciples to clean up the array base.

She didn't know what the magic of divine presence in the younger martial sister's mouth was, but she believed that such an earth shaking scene was coming.

Hou xiaorou sighed, "Zheng Feiyue is over."

Most of the busy people showed surprise and even stopped their work.

"What do you think? The big array is about the root of the sect. Keep working!" Qin Liangyu scolded.

The disciples hurriedly followed suit. Hou xiaorou stood nearby. They didn't dare to disobey.

However, compared with the solemnity and tension before, the atmosphere at the moment should be eased too much. The disciples endured the smell and talked and laughed with each other after work.

As a result, the progress has been slowed down.

Qin Liangyu was very dissatisfied and was about to scold them to speed up their progress. Suddenly he heard Hou xiaojudo: "elder martial sister Qin, let's go there and have a look."

Qin Liangyu was stunned and said, "isn't it safe?"

"Let's go."

Hou xiaorou smiled. She had absolute confidence in the master. Under such a powerful attack, Zheng Feiyue could not survive.

They walked towards the war zone, but just a few steps away, they saw a flame rising into the sky.

"This..."

Hou xiaorou was stunned. She was so familiar with the flame that she suddenly felt a burning pain on her face.

Qin Liangyu was also embarrassed. In order to alleviate the embarrassment of younger martial sister, he whispered, "since the war has not stopped, let's go back to repair the array base and be careful."

Hou xiaorou blushed, turned and left.

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The main battlefield.

Zheng Feiyue's figure condensed in the fire. For the first time in his life, he was almost killed by his own stick. Don't mention being angry.

The bright moon is opposite him, carrying a long golden stick, a pair of silver eyes and expressionless face.

Zheng Feiyue gave a big drink, and his body suddenly moved sideways, carrying the residual clouds all over the sky, rushed to the bright moon: "the profound meaning of the eight poles, shake!"

The evil spirit surges like a rainbow.

The bright moon is still the expressionless hanging, suddenly waving to the moon in the sky, which is like greeting.

Miraculous things happened. A large area of silver brilliance came and filled between the bright moon and Zheng Feiyue, like a galaxy.

Zheng Feiyue rushed into the "galaxy" and suddenly felt his body, hands and feet stiff. It was like swimming in a pool full of 502.

"I step on the horse..."

Zheng Feiyue was rude. He was trapped in the "502" pool, but Mingyue was not idle and rushed up with a Duxiu stick.

Facing the former master, Duxiu stick was merciless and smashed over.

In desperation, Zheng Feiyue could only shout: "Tiangang flame, burning in my body..."

Call~

With the flames steaming, Zheng Feiyue's body dissolved and reorganized. He appeared at the oblique rear of the bright moon. He gasped and muttered, "what kind of magic? It's too difficult to top."

At the moment, the combat effectiveness of Mingyue has been improved by no means, and Zheng Feiyue even had a faint sense of powerlessness when dealing with evil gods.

Do such leaders like to hang up?

Zheng Feiyue is speechless. On the other side, Hou xiaorou is still taking people to repair the array base. Once they clean up the array base, the super array starts. Even if he wins the moon, he won't want to go out alive.

A moment ago, he also felt that the trip was smooth, and even had a sense of boredom. In the twinkling of an eye, the situation took a sharp turn, and the ups and downs of life were really exciting.

These large doors are really hard to break through!