When the palace demon was beaten out of the void by Yang Junshan, he already knew that he could not escape at the hands of Yang Junshan and Yang Junxiu.

He was also decisive, what the face of the Great Luo Xianzun, in the face of life and death, did not matter, and immediately began to call for help.

Yang Junshan obviously did not think that the palace demon lord actually such a bachelor, the sight of the situation is not good, the first time to the local God to call for help, but for a time he did not dare to do his best.

Fortunately, Yang Junxiu has absolute self-confidence and trust in his own righteous brother, and he will be able to master the tiger and giant blade to the palace.

The palace demon also did not care for help, rushed to manage the fork of the life of the demon to stand the giant blade, the two sides of the "dinging", just the sound of the road along the way, the two monks of the two clans shook the past.

The magic fork of the palace submerged is of higher quality, and Yang Junxiu's giant blade is flexible and changeable because of the existence of Ruyi Iron, and the two sides fight for a while.

At this time, a shadow far greater than the thunderstorm called by Yang Junshan was already shrouded in the stars above the blood of the magic field.

A patch of dark flame suddenly appeared around the thunderstorm, and the dark fire that could not be seen with the naked eye burned at the edge of the thundercloud, like cold water dripping into the hot oil, and suddenly blew a circle of fine electric shantyg in the crisp sound like firecrackers.

However, after the extinction of this circle of electric mangosteen, the thunderstorm storm that hovered over the blood of the magic field was significantly reduced, and then followed by another round of electric mangosteen, the thunder cloud narrowed again, so that the cycle was repeated...

Yang Junshan is not without a confrontation with Hedao Heaven, outside the nine-day star world, he took advantage of the western mountain boat, under the precise planning, and even once made the existence of the Evergreen Heaven.

Not long ago, with the help of the big five-line thunder-grow series, Yan Luo Tianzi, the agglomeration of the agglomeration, was suppressed under Quwu Mountain.

But Yang Junshan himself understands very well, whether it is ever-green or Yan Luo Tianzi, the two themselves are the weak in the joint heaven, and they are under every kind of calculation, with a heartless, which has repeatedly won, in fact, the two sides have almost no confrontation.

In the face of the real ordinary God, not to mention the top-notch like the Buddha, is the mother-in-law, who is just a three-body incarnation, at that time, the earth-shaking power, has so far made Yang Junshan's heart restless.

However, at this time, now Yang Junshan in the advanced three flowers after the completion of the state, the strength compared with the previous, is no longer the same, and the demonic people's heavenly masters even if they shoot out from the air, their own strength may not be able to survive the existence of Meng's mother-in-law.

Of course, the real strength of Yang Junshan is still because this is the Zhoutian star world, is the fundamental place of the Tao people, the magic clan may suddenly hit and avoid the obstruction of the Pu Yuan Tianjun, but it is only a blow, to destroy or expel the outer forces, fundamentally speaking, the maintenance is still the interests of the Pu Yuan Tianzun himself, it is naturally impossible for the outer celestial emperor to have another and three times to interfere in the inner world of the celestial world.

Looking at the thunderstorm that gave birth to the thunderstorms of the gods, under the fire of the demonic kingdom of heaven, Yang Junshan naturally could not be indifferent, only to see him reach out on his forehead and gently beat, a source of air rising up, in which a purple and black spirit rushed into the flame.

In a loom, the dark shadow shrouded in thunder clouds was shrinking sharply, but after only a moment, the shadow stopped shrinking, only a third less than before.

Yang Junshan did not seem to be surprised by this, but in the first time the hand of the breakout of the sky will be thrown out.

In the darkness, in the distortion and fissure of the void, the dark shadow shrouded in the starry sky is like a basin of water that has been broken into the container, and it quickly sinks into the crack and forms an invisible vortex.

However, under the blow of two consecutive magic spells in Yang Junshan, the black flame hanging around the thundercloud has still not been annihilated, but the thunderstorm over the blood of the magic field has been nearly extinguished by the burning.

The palace demon saw the appearance, while fighting with Yang Junxiu, while laughing: "Yang Junshan, because you also want to resist the black demon's demonic flame, it is simply the arm as a car!"

Yang Junshan's mockery of the palace demon was unheard of, but his body jumped up and down, and rushed straight into the shadow of at least one-third of the black flame after the storm was extinguished.

“Look for the dead!”The demon snorted coldly.

However, just as his voice fell, a whipping shadow bypassed the blocking of the fateful fork, and the "snap" was thrown on the body of the demon of the palace.

“Damn about fighting with my aunt and being distracted!”

Yang Junxiu roared, incarnating the original shape of the white tiger to the palace diver to the demon.

At this time, in a remote place on the edge of the magic blood, a few people who had gathered here were also looking up at the confrontation between Yang Junshan and the demonic people.

At this time, Ouyang Palin suddenly lowered his head and said quietly: "Don't look, get ready to go!"

The broken arm was stunned: “Why?It doesn’t seem to be a winner yet!”

As soon as the voice fell, I saw that the emptiness swirl in the shadow suddenly increased, and the original stagnant magic shadow contracted sharply, until it disappeared in the moment of the starry sky, in the broken void, Yang Junshan reappeared on the blood of the magic field.

The broken arm demon repair was still exclaiming, Ouyang Palin had turned away, and several of his confidants behind him were also close to him, and the broken arm was busy following.

Ouyang Palin and a golden fairy, two Yuan immortals, plus a few Taoist monks, a group of people are not weak, leaving will naturally attract the attention of others.

But the departure of these people was premeditated, and it was too late for the Daoist side to stop it.

Just when Yang Junshan finally blocked the demonic shadow black flame of the demon clan, it seemed to have completely angered the demonic emperor who was far away in the starry sky, but he saw that the emptiness in the depths of the starry sky began to fold, and constantly narrowed the distance from the blood of the magic field.

However, at this time, a dazzling mirror light also crossed the void, shining in the middle on the folded void, and the original folded void was smoothed by the mirror light in an instant.

“Phoebe, are you going to be difficult with Ben again?”

Deep in the stars, a thought reverberated with anger.

A chuckle also sounded in the middle of the stars: "Black Dao, your hand is too long!"When is it your turn to black spears, you are on the old man's territory to deceive you big and small!"

This thought says at the end, the tone is already very strict!

At this time, the thought of the Black Dwarf demon turned in a tone, and immediately lowered his posture, saying, "The palace is the descendant of my demonic clan's potential, and the Buddha will take him away, and look forward to the Pu Yuan Dao friends to give the Buddha a face."

Pu Yuan Tianzheng sneered and said, "Hero Xiao Dao friend asked the wrong person, your younger generation is not the old man who has offended!"

The black demon was still waiting to open his mouth again, but suddenly a scream came from the blood of the magic field, and suddenly angered him.

“Oh!”

A thought suddenly exploded in Yang Junshan's ear, shaking his heart for a while.

"Boy, you are not brave, dare to kill in front of Ben, very good, hey, very good!"

The mind of the Black Devil reverberated in Yang Junshan’s mind.

At this time, the mind of the emperor also came, and at the same time, he suddenly smoothed the offensive in the mind of the black demon, and said, "Black, you have crossed the boundary, do you want the old man to go to your demon family's nest and sightseeing?"

The black devil snorted coldly, but in the end there was no movement.

Yang Junshan and Yang Junxiu looked at each other, but they could see the afterglow in each other's eyes.

Yang Junshan hurriedly to the starry sky: "Thank you for God's help again!"

“Good for myself!”

In the darkness, there seemed to be a thought reverberating in his ear and far away.

Before the Pu Yuan Tianjun and the Black Devil in the starry sky at the same time, in the three flowers gathered the magic of the magic to force the magic fire of the black demon, Yang Junshan returned to the demonic blood, and then hit the magic treasure of the palace with a break.

The palace is naturally unwilling to lead the neck to kill, originally filled in the body of the body of the body of the body of the body of the body of the body of the blood and dyed into a blood fog, and the latter shape into a blood light will forcefully flee to the magic field of blood.

It is expected that Yang Junxiu was already preparing for this, and the white tiger mouth in prototype made a silent roar, and the rich white tiger rushed out, and broke the blood secret of the palace.

The palace dived out of the blood mist, Yang Junxiu has been holding a tiger giant blade, a slanting palace submerged to do two paragraphs.

However, as a great magic fairy, the palace dive naturally can not be killed so easily, in the moment of physical broken, the ghost of the palace has been removed from it, and once again tried to escape, and this time the speed of escape seems to be faster than before.

However, just a few miles away from the magic soul, he saw a flash of electricity in the middle of the air, and when he looked at the demon, he saw that it had been penetrated by a spear composed entirely of lightning, and the soul was being extinguished a little bit under the killing of the lightning source, and faintly he could see the face of the painful roar of the palace, but there was no half-voice.

Yang Junshan breathed a little sigh of relief and whispered: "Affirming again, the great Luo Miyazun will not fall so easily."

Yang Junxiu nodded, the giant blade in his hand, the magic body that had been split into two segments had been turned into a clump of meat, and then annihilated a little bit under the thunder light of Yang Junshan, until it was turned into nothingness.