Red flames were reflected in Zhu Xuanji's eyes, and the wind chimes in his heart kept ringing! He saw through the situation of the secret pavilion at first sight. "The fire of karma is burning, this is the retribution for the bad luck of the magic." Zhu Xuanji sneered in his heart, "Ning Zhuo, you deserve the current situation." He just thought about it and heard a roar. The heavy-armored blood ape Dasheng, who was similar in physique to him and was equally burly and strong, rushed into his arms, hugged him around the waist, and ran away from the battlefield with all his strength! If it were other organs, they would not be able to do this. Only Yuan Dasheng reached the spiritual intelligence stage, could analyze the battle situation, and had stronger autonomy. Zhu Xuanji's face was full of anger, and he swung his elbow and hit the heavy-armored blood ape Dasheng's back, and each hit could create a small deep pit. Yuan Dasheng didn't care, and tried his best to keep Zhu Xuanji away from Ning Zhuo. Sun Lingtong reacted and immediately protected Ning Zhuo. Everything just happened too fast.
The door opened, and Zhu Xuanji, who was shrouded in golden light, appeared, and was knocked out by Yuan Dasheng again. Ning Xiaohui's grandmother and others surrounded him again. "It's done! Hahaha." Meng Chong laughed. He followed Meng Kui's order, seized the door, and quickly pushed the wooden blocks to put together the final part. Originally, Ning Zhuo had already pieced together most of it. Meng Chong used his immortal resources to bless his own movements, and in a dozen breaths, he finished the last step. The content was accurate, the door was open, and a ray of light shot up into the sky, reflecting this secret pavilion. The door was like a vortex formed by the starry sky, and Meng Chong rushed in without any hesitation! "No, he went in!" Someone shouted. "Stop Meng Chong!" "The position of the master of the Lava Fairy Palace... is mine." The people besieging Ning Zhuo were reduced by more than half in an instant. They were fascinated by luck, but when it came to huge benefits, their greedy desires suppressed the red flames in their eyes. Only Ning Xiaohui's grandmother, Ning Xiaoren, Ning Ze and others still surrounded and killed Ning Zhuo. Sun Lingtong defended himself with difficulty, blocking left and right, and soon he was covered in blood. His fighting style is agile and active, but in order to protect Ning Zhuo, he had to abandon his own fighting strengths for a while, and almost always passively defended! His previous injuries have not recovered, and he was not in a complete state. The most important thing is that he is demoralized and he hates and dislikes Ning Zhuo for no reason. This psychological state makes him weak every time he defends Ning Zhuo, and he is thankful that he can only exert 30% or 40% of his combat power. On the other hand, Ning Xiaohui's grandmother and others are obviously blessed by the skill. The combat power has expanded several times compared to their peak! "Sun Lingtong, you outsider, don't meddle in other people's business!" Ning Xiaoren shouted.
Ning Ze: "Ning Zhuo is an ungrateful bastard who can never be tamed! He doesn't even care about blood relations! I shouldn't have raised him." Sun Lingtong was so angry that he yelled: "You are outsiders! What did you raise?!" Grandma Ning Xiaohui took advantage of the fight between the three people and pounced on Ning Zhuo like a hawk. The fire in her eyes was the strongest! "You little bastard who was born by your mother but not raised by her! Give my Xiaohui back!!" She killed Ning Zhuo who had no defense. The air-piercing technique! At the critical moment, Sun Lingtong hurriedly looked back and performed the signature technique of Bukongmen. However, this time, he didn't perform it on himself. Grandma Ning Xiaohui was hit by the air-piercing technique and immediately disappeared from the spot and was teleported to the secret pavilion next door. Sun Lingtong was distracted by this and was severely injured by Ning Ze and Ning Xiaoren and kicked into a corner. The small door that Yuan Dasheng had just knocked open had been wide open. The Black Shadow Demon Cultivator and Chi Dun were fighting fiercely while rushing over! Stone Heart Slowing Military Skill! Lime Heart Technique! Chi Dun's fist was covered with a layer of gray halo, hitting the back of the Black Shadow Demon Cultivator. The Black Shadow Demon Cultivator threw a ball of black smoke in his backhand, releasing more than a dozen ropes to entangle Chi Dun. Chi Dun was bound by the ropes, and following his own inertia, he hit the wall firmly. The Black Shadow Demon Cultivator was hit by a heavy punch, and his speed increased sharply, rushing towards the secret chamber where the gate was located. "Humph, if you are hit by my Lime Heart Technique, you will..." Chi Dun's eyes widened rapidly. Because, in the next moment, he witnessed with his own eyes that the light yellow Buddha light flashed on the body of the Black Shadow Demon Cultivator, and the gray-white halo on the back that was hit was quickly eliminated. The Black Shadow Demon Cultivator laughed hoarsely and ran towards the small door. It was clearly the Buddha light flashing, but others felt the demonic energy! ... Martial arts - across the mountains, across the mountains, across the mountains! Zhu Xuanji slapped several times in a row. Even though the interior of the Heavy Blood Ape Dasheng was temporarily reinforced by Ning Zhuo, it could not withstand the bombardment of the Jindan level and was shattered into slag again. Yuan Dasheng still wanted to resist, Zhu Xuanji took a step back, pulled away, stretched out his hands, inserted his ten fingers into the chest of the Heavy Blood Ape Dasheng, and then pulled it hard to both sides! Cut open the belly!
The Heavy Blood Ape Dasheng half-knelt on the ground, holding his head high with resentment, and was completely suppressed under the posture of Jinshan. "Pathetic, sad, lamentable." Zhu Xuanji had no expression on his face, but his tone was full of emotion. He had recognized that this was Yuan Dasheng's spirit. However, just as he was about to pass Yuan Dasheng and rush to the secret chamber at the gate, he suddenly stopped. He saw the fragments of the broken mechanical heart sphere and the fire persimmons that had not yet been ignited. The quality of the fire persimmons was very high, most of them were thousand-year-old fire persimmons, and there were even ten-thousand-year-old fire persimmons. Instantly, Zhu Xuanji seemed to be struck by lightning! He froze in place, his heart skipped a beat, and was gripped by the intense horror! All the clues were connected at this moment. The truth was revealed! … "Xiaohui, my Xiaohui!" Ning Xiaohui's grandmother had lost her mind. She was teleported away by Sun Lingtong and rushed back frantically. Before entering the small door, she met the black shadow demon cultivator. The black shadow demon cultivator gently waved his arm, and Ning Xiaohui's grandmother's head was separated, and blood gushed from her neck. Dead. This frightened Ning Xiaoren and Ning Ze so much that they broke out in cold sweats, and the strong desire to survive overwhelmed the red flames in their eyes. The two retreated at the same time. Sun Lingtong dragged the seriously injured body to Ning Zhuo's side. Just as he stood up to drag Ning Zhuo away, he looked up and saw the black shadow demon cultivator close at hand. A strong sense of oppression came over like a mountain. Sun Lingtong's eyes were bleeding, and he roared, ready to throw Ning Zhuo away and pounce on him. The next moment, he was knocked down by a finger. Plop. He fell to the ground, his side face pressed against the cold ground, and his heart was as cold as the floor tiles. He looked at Ning Zhuo with his eyes closed in despair. If possible, he was willing to use his own life to exchange for Ning Zhuo's life! Seeing this, Ning Xiaoren and Ning Ze retreated faster. "Don't retreat, quickly control Ning Zhuo!!" Almost at the same time, Zhu Xuanji broke into the secret room next door and shouted anxiously. Ning Xiaoren and Ning Ze were puzzled.
It was too late. The black shadow demon cultivator slowly bent down, stretched out the arm and palm of the machine, and gently helped Ning Zhuo up. The pale yellow Buddha light shone, reflecting on Ning Zhuo's body, suppressing the red flames burning on his body. Ning Zhuo finally recovered some physical strength. He relied on the arm of the black shadow demon cultivator and tried his best to stand up straight. This simple action had already consumed his pitiful remaining strength. He was sweating profusely, and he barely opened his eyes, his vision gradually becoming clearer. He looked at the black shadow demon cultivator beside him, revealing a gentle, relaxed, silent smile. The next moment, Sun Lingtong's eyes widened, his pupils constricted, revealing a very shocked look. It was because he heard Ning Zhuo gently calling out - "Mother."