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"Brother Daoist Yang!"

The one who was chopped off by Ziwei's Dao sword was Yang Mingyuan, nicknamed Tianhai Diaoyu.

This Yang Mingyuan was also unlucky, he was holding the Hunyuan Solid Fire Banner, and was urging the golden light array of the magic fire, when he was cut off by the Ziwei Dao sword, and even the Yuanshen was annihilated by the Ziwei Dao sword.

The eyes of the other seven demons were about to burst.

These eight demons were all born in Changzhou Wanhua Mountain, also known as Yinmo Mountain. Although the eight demons are extremely fierce, they have good relationships.

Seeing that Yang Mingyuan had been beheaded, he immediately became furious.

The clear spiritual mana in their bodies was boiling, and they wanted to condense their supernatural powers, but saw that the Ziwei Dao Sword was condensed in the void, and the supernatural power manifested into a towering figure, and a cold voice came: "You evil obstacles, the god wanted to forgive you! You have a life, but you have to come to die, so I will fulfill you!"

In the void, Ziwei Dao Sword revealed a magnificent killing intent.

Ziwei gave birth to a murderous intent, immediately the color of the world changed, and the sky was stained with blood.

Wang Yuan really had no idea to intervene in Monk Daoji's affairs.

These eight demons were originally monk Daoji's old enemy. Each of the eight demons has mastered powerful spells, and together they can cast Hunyuan Demon Fire Formation. There are not many cases of worry.

But these Eight Demons caused Monk Daoji a great loss.

If the eight demons are singled out, they are slightly weaker than Jidian. They put on the magic fire golden light array, but the two arhats subduing the dragon and the tiger are almost gone. The Subduing Demon Pestle subdued the Eight Demons!

But he is not a Daoji monk, and all the magic weapons on his body are very fierce.

At this time, the god Ziwei Dijun is added to the body, and the divine power of the Shinto Golden Immortal emerges.

When the eight demons hit the gun, Wang Yuan simply helped Monk Daoji overcome another difficulty!

"Ziwei Extinct Divine Light!"

The Ziwei Dao Sword turns into a divine light, locks on Baiyun Layman Ping Xiao, knocks down Qiankun Dangyan, climbs the three magicians of the universe, Hong Tao, and Ziwei Dao Sword turns into a purple light like a horse in the void, like ten thousand Thousands of horses fell down.

The three of them were horrified, and each activated their supernatural powers, trying to resist, but to no avail.

The imperial pressure is oppressive, and the mana is disordered.

In an instant, it pierced through the protective divine light around the three mages, locked the foundation and beheaded the primordial spirit.

"Three friends!"

Seeing this, the other four mages were shocked and hated. They lost the magic fire and golden light array. They were no match for Wang Yuan at all, and they couldn't even save their lives.

"leave!"

That Liuhe boy, Jihai, is not like the other seven demons. These demon heads are all wearing four-lens happy towels, happy cloaks and turtles, and are wearing mourning gate swords. Instead, they wear buns on their heads, and they are dressed like a child. At that time, he took out an orb emitting this white light from the pouch, and slashed at Ziwei Daojian.

The white light exploded with a bang, and a layer of invisible white mist filled the sky and the earth.

"The universe is magical?"

Inside the Ziwei Dao Sword, Wang Yuanyuan's mind moved, and he saw Liuhe Boy roll up the remaining three devils, Tao Zhiyao.

He is not really there at this time, otherwise he can borrow the power of Ziwei Shenting to solidify the void, and the four magicians will not be able to escape.

"Monk, how long do you have to hide? These eight good things were originally looking for you, but now there are only four left. It is up to you to take them down!"

Wang Yuan's eyes fell on the side of the Qiantang River. At this time, a slovenly monk was dodging beside a big willow tree behind the bank of the river.

"Mr. Xing, you are called a poor monk. A poor monk doesn't know how to fight and kill. This is impossible!"

The sloppy monk's eyeballs rolled around.

Hearing this, Wang Yuan sneered from the void: "Monk Daoji, then you can keep them. If you kill the nephew of the Eight Demons, Han Qi, they will reward you well!"

After the words fell, Monk Daoji changed immediately, and he didn't dare to neglect at the moment, no longer evading, and hurriedly chased in the direction where the four demons left.

When the Eight Devils came to Hangzhou, Monk Daoji had sensed that these eight devils were probably his old enemies, and now that the number of eight devils was reduced by half in a blink of an eye, Monk Daoji was unwilling.

It's just that with such words, this sloppy monk wants to get some money from Wang Yuan!

But obviously today is not profitable.

The Buddha's light is far away.

On the Qiantang River, many gods and gods witnessed the dragon's transformation into a dragon under the tyrant, but their eyes turned aside to the majestic figure that manifested from the wisp of purple air, all of them looked cautious.

"It turns out that Ziwei Xingjun has come!"

At this time, in the distance, another celestial light came through the sky, but it turned into Taoist Yuliu.

Daoist Huangguan, Taoism, wearing a goose yellow lotus Taoist crown, wearing a light yellow Taoist robe with a silk belt around the waist, white socks and cloud shoes, and his face is like the ancient moon in three autumns.

"Brother Zhengyang!"

Wang Yuan's eyes swept over, and his expression changed. This is a great immortal recommended by the Loose Cultivation Alliance around the Longshan Mountain Range.

He also has a hidden identity, Zhong Liquan.

It is also the second among the Eight Immortals.

At the same time, other immortal figures appeared around the Qiantang River, Wang Yuan said in a loud voice.

"Dao brothers, this dragon is the spirit beast that the god sits down to guard the house, and I hope all the dao brothers will not easily interfere with its dragon transformation disaster!"

All the immortals and gods changed their faces when they heard the words, and they all said: "Since Mr. Ziwei Xing sits down on the beast, we will not take it lightly!"

What kind of existence is Ziwei Xingjun in front of me? He is not only the star god in the sky, but also the Ninth Five Supreme Being. Many immortal gods dare not offend easily.

"This tyrant really got the dragon energy of Longting, no wonder he completed the accumulation so quickly!"

In the depths of Qiantang Dragon Palace, Lord Qiantang also quietly appeared, watching the stone turtle transforming into a dragon from a distance, with a serious expression on his face.

As the Lord of the Qiantang River, he has long noticed that the Baxia Dragon who is hiding in the Prince Sheng's Mansion is just a few feet away. After the full moon, this Baxia Dragon will always show up in the Qiantang River and use the water veins of the Qiantang General to practice. Then return to Shengwangfu.

Mr. Qiantang had thought about taking back this tyrant dragon before, but now he felt very lucky. This tyrant did indeed have a lot to do with Mr. Ziwei Xing.

Rumble! !

As bursts of thunder fell in the void, after the Dragon Transformation Thunder Tribulation dissipated, I saw that the stone tortoise had finally shed its shell as large as a millstone, and a slender yellow dragon jumped up from the spot and jumped into the In the nine clouds, the wind, rain and thunder are stirred.

"A Wutu Yellow Dragon!"

Seeing this scene, many gods and gods changed their expressions, and they were very moved. Looking at the whole body of this Wutu Huanglong, I am afraid that its aptitude is extraordinary, and its blood is also quite good. It is good to teach, and Da Song can help.

"Thank you, master, for fulfilling it!"

Huanglong leaped down from the void, and in an instant before Wang Yuan's divine sense incarnated, he turned into an old man in a yellow robe, with a rosy face and a dragon's horn on his head.

The yellow dragon looked at Wang Yuan with joy in his eyes, grateful!

"Yes, follow me back to the capital!"

Wang Yuan cast a glance and waved his hands.

"yes!"

Huang Long agreed happily.

Wang Yuan was also quite happy, he finally had someone under his command who could fight a little bit. Although there was only one dragon, it was always good to have a start.

Recently, he is clarifying the Shinto of the capital. This is only the first step, and the next step is the chaotic Shinto system in the various prefectures of the Great Song Dynasty.

This requires the help of a large number of gods with virtue, and it is best to cultivate gods that belong to their own side.

Huanglong succeeded in transforming into a dragon at this time, which was just in time to come in handy.

At this moment, Taoist Zhengyang, who had been stroking his beard and meditating beside him, suddenly opened his mouth to invite: "It is rare for Xing Jun to return to Hangzhou Mansion. I wonder if he would like to go to Yuhuang Pavilion, Rong Pindao will be the host, and entertain one or two!?"

Wang Yuan's eyes moved, and he saw that Taoist Zhengyang seemed to have something to say, so he nodded immediately: "Alright, I heard that the fragrant tea in Yuhuang Pavilion is a must in Hangzhou Mansion!"