"Cultivation in the distraction stage?!" Konghou thought that there was something wrong with his ears. Her master was in the out-of-body cultivation stage, and he was already a master in the realm of comprehension. I didn't expect that this evil cultivator's cultivation was even higher than her master's. grade. She thought for a while, then inserted the Shui Frost sword back into her hair bun.
"Miss Konghou, what are you doing?" Lin Hu, who rushed to their side with his sword in hand, was puzzled when he saw Konghou's strange behavior.
"It's not easy for me to support me over the years." Konghou took out a Feixun talisman from the storage ring, "Before I die, why should I leave a few words for them."
Seeing the little girl's face turned pale, her hand holding the Feixun Talisman was trembling slightly. Lin Hu didn't tell her, even if she wanted to pass the Feixun Talisman out, with Bai Xiezun's cultivation, most of the methods were used to stop this flight. symbol. However, after so many years of his life, it was the first time he had met a disciple who could not be beaten and prepared to leave a suicide note.
How terrifying the cultivation level of the distraction period is, Konghou has never felt it directly. When she saw that the old man without suffering just waved his sleeves and let the flying palace float in the wind, the sky and the earth changed color, she finally understood how small she was, why the monks called the monks above the Nascent Soul period as the ancestors.
Knowing that she would die here today, she should buy all the books written by Qi Miao Pike, then find him and tell him that the books he wrote are very beautiful, don't give up, she has not been able to buy his new works recently, I don't know if he has given up on writing, or if there are other things that are delayed.
She shouldn't have brought so many things out. Now that she's dead, all the things she's carrying must be cheap for that evil cultivator. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and Kong Hou's eyes were red with anger.
"Don't be afraid." Huan Zong saw Konghou squatting on the ground with the jade talisman in his hand, his eyes were red, and he was extremely pitiful. He bent down, looked into her eyes, stretched out his hand and patted the top of her head lightly, "With me here, nothing will happen to you."
"Huanzong." Konghou grabbed his sleeve, "Don't take risks, your injury is not healed yet."
"It's okay." Huan Zong smiled at her, smiling softly. Kong Hou stared at him blankly, speechless, and tugged at his sleeve tightly.
"You haven't seen me use the sword yet, don't miss it today." Huan Zong turned his head to look at Wu Ku, who was attacking the Fei Palace Barrier with a weapon, and jumped out of the Barrier, dressed in white clothes fluttering like a fairy.
"Huan Zong."
"Young Master!" Lin Hu knew that he was not a matchless opponent. He turned to look at Konghou and the disciples of Jixiang Pavilion, and said to them, "You stay in the Fei Palace and don't come out. I will help the Young Master."
Konghou watched Lin Hu follow Huan Zong away, put away the Feixun Talisman in his hand, took off the phoenix head hairpin from the hair, the hairpin turned into a miniature version of the phoenix head Konghou, and the phoenix head let out a sharp phoenix call.
"It turned out to be a phoenix head magic weapon. The old man has a good luck today, and he actually met the honored man of the famous family." Wu Ku heard Feng Ming's voice, looked at Kong Hou behind the barrier, and laughed strangely, "You hurt my disciple's life. , I will take the heads of your decent and outstanding disciples, and this business is not a loss." As soon as the voice fell, the magic weapon in his hand was brilliant, the whole space seemed to be distorted, the enchantment collapsed at this moment, and the huge gust of wind swept the Fei Palace. , the disciple of Jixiang Pavilion screamed and was almost swept out of the flying palace.
"Om!"
Konghou plucked the strings on the phoenix's head, and the huge sound wave blocked the wind. She stood on the railing, her hair in a bun, her jet-black hair fluttering in the wind, but her eyes were extraordinarily bright.
"It's a bit promising." Wuku snorted coldly, the offensive in his hand kept on, and a bloody mountain and sea of flames came with the mourning of countless souls, and the whole world was plunged into black and red. How could a cultivator in the heartbeat stage be able to resist the offensive of the great power in the distraction stage? If it weren't for the phoenix head to protect himself, Konghou would almost be crushed by this air current and unable to stand firm.
Wuku's killing intent was strong, and he didn't hold back Konghou in the slightest, but he couldn't get close to Konghou because someone stopped him in front of him.
"What a hero to save beauty, I'll kill it first today..."
Huanzong was too lazy to listen to his rhetoric, and the Dragon Yin Sword came out of his body, which was the trend of destroying the sky and destroying the earth.
"You!" Wuku hurriedly dodged, but was still injured by the sword qi. The jade crown was shattered in half by the cold sword qi, the long silver hair was scattered, and most of the immortal bones in the body were instantly lost.
Huan Zong did not give him time to react, and the Dragon Yin Sword flew away from the sky, taking the sea of qi without suffering. Wuku didn't dare to hold the previous careless attitude, throwing out the magic weapon of life to stop Feijian, and hurriedly avoided a blow. He looked at Huan Zong with shock and suspicion. This man was only over three hundred years old, so why did he have such a profound cultivation
Since ancient times, right and wrong have been at odds with each other, and the talents of the upright disciples are so outstanding, how can they still have a foothold in evil cultivation? No, it is absolutely impossible to let Zhengpai have such a disciple, he must be beheaded here today!
Wuku was ruthless in his heart, and no longer wanted to play with these juniors, and showed his true skills. He took out a magic weapon that was covered in black aura, activated it with aura, and threw it into the air. This magic weapon is called Qinxinzui, and it has a beautiful name, but it is a sharp weapon that can trigger heart demons.
Unexpectedly, this secret weapon has not yet been used by the decent power, and the first one to taste its power was actually a young sword cultivator.
As soon as Qin Xinzui was in the air, it turned into a huge umbrella. The evil energy and evil spirit in the umbrella almost condensed into a solid body, trying to swallow all the creatures into the umbrella bone.
"Young Master!" Lin Hu was secretly anxious in his heart. The Young Master had a problem with his state of mind. If he was taken away by this weird umbrella, wouldn't it make things worse? Dare to let Xie Xiu see the weakness of the young master, he made a seal on his hands, and a huge golden light spread from him, dazzling and dazzling.
"Yao Qi." Wuku sneered, "The blood of the demon clan is actually left as a servant by the human side, how beautiful the demon clan was five thousand years ago, and today's life is so desolate, it is better to follow our evil cultivator, at least you don't have to look up to people. "
The demonic aura on this cultivator has a golden color. His ancestors should be very powerful demons, but he does not know how many generations he has inherited.
Seeing that Lin Hu was trying to use his own blood to dispel the evil spirit, he laughed without any pain and said, "If it is your ancestor, you might be able to break the heart. The artifact made is simply a dream."
Lin Hu ignored him, looking at the young master in the black mist, the spiritual energy in his body was activated faster.
"Since you are so obsessed, I can only take you on the road first. If you go down earlier, you can still meet your master on Huangquan Road." Wuku opened his fingers, and all the water droplets in the air condensed into ice, and the ice turned into ice. A sharp-toothed monster opened its mouth to bite Lin Hu, intending to devour him.
The music sounded, abruptly blocking the monster's open mouth. The sound was invisible, countless auras drilled into the ice bones of the monster, and the Shui Frost Sword flew in the air, slicing the monster's huge head into two pieces.
"Miss Konghou?" Lin Hu looked at Konghou, who was panting with a phoenix head in the clouds. He didn't expect that the little girl who was so frightened that she couldn't even hold the Feixun Talisman, actually stood up at this moment.
Konghou's body was covered with all kinds of talismans, and there were magical treasures hanging from his waist and hair. The whole person was like a rich man eager to show off, putting all his good things out. But at this moment no one laughed at her.
"I'm fine." Konghou's plucking hand trembled slightly, blocking the powerful blow of the distraction period, which had consumed most of her spiritual power. But at such a critical juncture, she couldn't let go of her timidity. Even if you lose, you still need the face of a decent disciple.
She looked worriedly at Huan Zong, who was shrouded in black qi and suffocating qi, reached out to catch the Shui Shuang sword that flew back, raised her chin slightly and pointed at Wu Ku with the tip of the sword, "It's disrespectful to the old, bullying the young with the old, shameless ."
"Stinky girl with a sharp tongue, didn't anyone tell you that we do evil cultivators without shame?" Wuku raised his head, and a huge monster congealed in the air again, "Children with tough mouths are not liked by elders."
Konghou didn't dare to carry it hard with the opponent, so he tore off a magic weapon from his body and threw it out. The magic weapon collided with the monster, the magic weapon cracked, and the monster was blown into powder. At this time, she didn't care how valuable or valuable the magic weapon was.
Time is money, and every moment can be delayed.
Lin Hu also didn't expect Konghou to play with high-level magic weapons. No wonder Yunhuamen dared to let the disciples who were just at the foundation-building stage go out. There were so many magic tools that she threw down a few magic weapons and ran away.
At this moment, if she doesn't care about the son and the disciples of Jixiang Pavilion, she will have a chance to escape.
Wu Ku was a little unhappy after being blocked by a yellow-haired girl who was in the heartbeat period twice in a row. He ignored Huan Zong and Lin Hu, and flew directly into the air.
Konghou was slapped firmly by this palm, and before he could even make a sound, he fell straight to the cloud.
"Fairy Konghou." Seeing this, Hongling and Gejin on the flying palace jumped out of the fence and flew down, trying to find Konghou whose life and death were unknown. However, the coercion of the huge distraction period caused the spiritual energy in their bodies to run wild. If the younger brothers and sisters hadn't been quick-witted and dragged them back to the Flying Palace, they would have fainted on the spot.
"Sister, are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Ge Jin shook his head, looking under the thick clouds, his brows furrowed tightly together. She is also in the heartbeat stage. Under the pressure of this evil cultivator, even the spiritual energy can't run freely. Fairy Konghou has been hit by that palm, how can she have her life? She looked up at the huge and terrifying umbrella in the sky. Perhaps the only one who could save Fairy Konghou was him.
It's just that this umbrella hasn't moved for a long time, is it...
A lot of dark thoughts flashed in Ge Jin's heart, and she quickly stabilized her mind, this umbrella was not right. She is not someone who thinks in the worst direction in everything. For their hexagram masters, even in the worst death situation, there is a chance of survival. A pessimistic monk is not suitable to be a hexagram master.
But when she was looking at the umbrella just now, her mind was full of all kinds of bloody scenes, and she couldn't think normally at all.
She has such power just by looking at it, what kind of shock will the mind of the real Huan Zong be shrouded in the umbrella
At this moment, the giant umbrella floating in the air suddenly shook violently, making thousands of howls. This scene made Ge Jin feel a chill in her heart. She thought of the endless hell, where countless evil spirits pulled passers-by and wanted them to sink together.
"Don't listen!" Ge Jin covered her ears and said to the younger brothers and sisters who were in a trance, "All the sense of hearing is sealed."
After hearing the cries, she felt a lot better. Ge Jin was even more worried. The strange umbrella had changed like this. Could it be that Master Huan Zong had already…
At this moment, a golden dragon flew out from the thick black fog, the golden dragon opened its mouth wide, and the sound of the dragon's roar shook the world. Ge Jin unconsciously put down his hands covering his ears, staring at the golden dragon phantom in the air, until it wrapped the strange umbrella, making the cries of the evil ghosts quieter, Ge Jin suddenly came back to his senses.
Is this the real Huan Zong? !
The thick fog gradually disappeared, and the man in white with a sharp sword stepped out of the void step by step, his eyes were as cold as the snow that never melted on the top of the mountain. He turned to look at the huge black umbrella, raised his hand and waved his sword, accompanied by the dragon's yin, the black umbrella was split into two pieces.
"Young Master..." Lin Hu's expression was very ugly.
The man in white looked at him indifferently, the corners of his robe fluttered in the air, he looked at the old man without suffering coldly, and the corners of his lips moved slightly: "Looking for death."
"You can come out of it, that's impossible?" Wu Ku looked at the destroyed Qin Xinzuo, hated and annoyed in his heart, he hated these high-ranking sword cultivators the most. Born with outstanding aptitude, he looks like justice all day, which is disgusting.
Huan Zong flew a sword, his sword did not have fancy sword moves, but this move was particularly beautiful, like an immortal who came from outside the sky, about to punish the wicked who committed crimes.
boom.
The painless magic weapon collided with the sword, and the huge air flow spread out. Lin Hu hurriedly avoided the flying boat and set up a barrier in front of the disciples of Jixiang Pavilion.
The two seemed to be evenly matched, but Wuku was horrified. He looked at the tiny cracks on the magic weapon of his life, and felt distressed as if it was him who was cracking. He tried his best to repel Huan Zong's attack, Wuku didn't want to fight again, he dropped a magic weapon and exploded, just like fleeing.
However, Jianxiu was long on speed, and just as he swept away not far, Huan Zong stepped aside and stopped in front of him. Obviously this is the same person, but Wu Ku feels that this Jianxiu who came out of the heart is like a different person from the previous one.
The tip of the sword pierced into his arm, and blood flowers bloomed on Kuai's white robe. Kuwu couldn't take care of the wound, and with his uninjured hand, barely blocked the opponent's next blow.
He released an evil spirit with Qianxinzui, and what was even more terrifying was that this evil spirit was not dealing with the famous and decent, but their evil cultivators.
"Want to escape?" Huan Zong threw away the sword and slapped Wuku's chest with his palm. The Longyin Sword flew in a circle in the air and fell into his hands again.
"You, you..." Wu Ku looked down at the sword inserted into his abdomen, a look of fear on his face.
Who is this
"One hundred years ago, there was an evil cultivator named Wuxi who also died under this sword." Huan Zong took out the Longyin Sword from Wuku's abdomen, and the blood dripped down the blade drop by drop, "At that time you seemed to call yourself For the three-color Evil Venerable?"
"You are Zhong, Zhong..." Wuku clutched at his bleeding abdomen, his eyes widened.
How could it be him, how could it be him? !
If he knew that it was this person who killed his apprentice, even if he was ridiculed by the whole evil cultivation world, he would definitely not come here to die alone. Wu Ku regretted endlessly, which bastard told him that the only two young disciples from the famous sect killed his apprentice
Where is he revenge, he is here to die!
Looking at the expressionless Huan Zong, Wu Ku's heart was full of despair, and today he will die here. And even if he died, he would be ridiculed by all the bastards in the evil cultivation world as one of the stupidest evil gods in the five hundred years of evil cultivation world.
If he can go back alive, he must train his disciples to collect information, he must not easily provoke evil cultivators, and he must not come here to show his prestige and prestige for the sake of face.
must…
Looking at the Dragon Yin Sword that Huan Zong raised again, Wu Ku looked up at the sky, waiting for death to come.
At the moment when Huan Zong was about to kill Wuku, he glanced at the flying palace in the distance, but there was no one he was looking for.
He said to the little girl, don't be afraid, she won't let anything happen to her. Now that he has done it, where has she gone
"What about her?" Huan Zong stared at Wuku with emotionless eyes, and Wuku felt like he was being held back by a cold snake.
It was because of that yellow-haired girl, if it weren't for that yellow-haired girl, he wouldn't treat this killing god as an ordinary sword cultivator. Who does not know in the whole evil cultivation world that the evil spirits who have the effect of stopping children crying at night in the evil cultivation world have always been alone, and those who cut them will leave. When have there been women around
Empiricism kills people, even if they look like a person, but act like a god, but in front of the woman they like, they are a fucking dog. And which bastard said that Shashen was ugly and his eyes were as big as copper bells
This must be a famous conspiracy!
Dog Day's famous and decent, there is no good thing!
"Speak." Seeing Wuku not speaking, Huan Zong stabbed him with a sword again, with a neat posture as if he was stabbing a piece of pork. Wuku dared to say that the little girl might have been slapped to death by his palm. If he dared to say this, this evil spirit could poke dozens of blood holes in him in the blink of an eye.
Although he was dying, he still had the desire to live.
"I-I didn't pay attention, maybe it was when we were fighting, Huangmao..." Wuku bit the tip of his tongue and changed his mouth, "Perhaps that pretty girl was too scared, so she found a place to hide."
"He's lying!" Ge Jin, who was shaking his shoulders, stepped on the flying instrument and rushed over, his voice trembling with fear, "Fairy Konghou was slapped by him and shot down into the clouds, she is dead!"
My life is over!
Wuku ducked back, trying to avoid Huan Zong's upcoming sword, but a white light flashed in front of him, and the evil spirit had disappeared. Wuku didn't hesitate at the moment, jumped on the flying instrument and fled, not even taking a second look at the destroyed Qinxinzui.
Huan Zong stepped on the sword and looked around above the dense forest, and the disciples of Jixiang Pavilion and Lin Hu also flew down, but their cultivation was not as good as that of Huan Zong, and they were thrown far away by him.
There are many trees in the dense forest, how easy is it to find a little girl who has lost consciousness
Huanzong wanted to split all the trees with one sword, but he was afraid of accidentally hurting Konghou.
At the water pool in the mountains, Huan Zong saw the unconscious girl in the water pool. Her long hair floated in the water, like dense algae, and there seemed to be a bloody smell that was not completely dispersed among the trees in the air.