Lingbo waited outside Konghou for a while, and found that there was no movement in Konghou's room, her complexion changed slightly, she reached out and patted the door: "Konghou, are you awake, you heard me respond."
Listening intently, there doesn't seem to be the slightest breath of living things in it, and Ayanami's heart skips a beat. Could it be that...
"Fairy Lingbo?" The door of the next room opened, Konghou leaned out of the door, "I'm here."
Lingbo's knock on the door stopped, and he turned to look at the next room. Isn't that the room where the real Huan Zong slept? At this moment, a lot of thoughts flashed in her mind, but all of them were stillborn when she saw Dendrobium Lin also appear behind Konghou.
"The box in your room was also opened?" Konghou greeted Lingbo to enter the room, "I wonder if there are spirit stones or other objects in the box in Jin Ling's room?"
Ling Bo glanced at the empty box in the corner, and bowed to Zong Huan, who returned a half-salutation expressionlessly. Lingbo is a woman who loves beauty. She not only likes her own beauty, but also likes to see handsome men, but this little hobby is completely ineffective for Huan Zong.
Also a sword cultivator, when Lingbo learned that Huan Zong, who looked like an ordinary person, had a high level of cultivation, he had an indescribable awe for him. Most of the cultivators who majored in kendo exude their sword energy, so that people can see the difference between them and ordinary cultivators at a glance. A sword cultivator who is able to return to the basics and has a sword in his heart without a sword in his hand is enough to be called the power of sword cultivators.
She had never heard of the name of the real person Huan Zong of Liuguang Sect, but sometimes, the name didn't seem to be that important. A truly powerful cultivator, even if he has no name in the cultivation world, when everyone sees him, they will be in awe, and no one will dare to offend him.
And she can't do that.
Although she was reluctant to admit it many times, Lingbo actually knew very well in her heart that the respect of many people in the world of self-cultivation did not originate from her, but because they were afraid of the Zhaohan Sect behind her.
Just because he understood this too well, Lingbo still had an inexplicable jealousy towards Huan Zong.
She feels that she is a very fair-minded female cultivator, because she is not only jealous of the female cultivator, but also the male cultivator, no matter how good-looking the male cultivator is.
Jealousy makes people crazy, but the desire to live makes people rational. In front of Huan Zong, Lingbo has done the most vividly to bully the weak and fear the hard.
Nodding slightly at Lingbo, Huan Zong set his eyes on Konghou: "This secret realm may already have its own wisdom, so even though there are no magic formations or spices that can make people hallucinogenic, It still keeps us in a dream."
"In other words, as long as we are still in the secret realm, the secret realm can detect our movements at any time?" Konghou scratched the table.
"What are you doing?" Ayanami wondered.
"Tickle it." Konghou joked, "Maybe the secret realm is scratched all over by me, and the rain outside can stop."
Ayanami: "..."
Why does Ling Youjie want her to be as famous as this yellow-haired girl now? This is an insult to her.
Kong Hou scratched his hand again, and suddenly heard a sound of thunder, and the light rain outside turned into a pouring downpour in an instant. The window was swayed by the wind, and the sound of hitting the wall was like a slap in the face.
Looking at the smashed wooden window, Konghou retracted his hand in embarrassment: "This may be a coincidence."
"If it weren't for a coincidence, you would be struck by lightning if you went out with so many things..."
"Fellow Daoist Lingbo." Huan Zong stared at her with dark pupils, "Go and see if Miss Jin Ling is awake."
"Okay." Lingbo nodded and walked out without hesitation. It is hard enough to live a life when you are alone and ask for blessing in front of others. At this moment, she really felt how good the brothers and sisters were.
"Huanzong." Konghou put his hands behind his back and stammered, "If I make a joke and make the secret realm unhappy, will it wear me shoes?"
"The secret realm is just a secret realm. It has the constraints left by its owner. Even if the wisdom is enabled, it is not a real person." Huan Zong walked to her side and stood closer to her, "It even gave the sword of heaven and earth. You, should like you more, so don't be afraid."
"Really?" Konghou looked out the window suspiciously, and whispered with his hands folded, "Just kidding, kidding, no wonder."
I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but she really seems to feel that the wind and rain outside are a little less. Anyway, the window has been scraped to the ground, and there is no sound of hitting, which makes her a lot less stressed.
"Don't be afraid." Huan Zong held Kong Hou's wrist and looked outside expressionlessly, "I'll accompany you."
"Huh?" Before Kong Hou could react, he turned his head and saw that Huan Zong suddenly raised his sword and flew into the air, the dragon roared, and he actually slashed back the thunder that had been chopped down. The dark clouds rolled in the sky, like water dripping into an oil pan, and the black, black, gray and gray changed. Finally, the thunder stopped and the rain stopped. The clouds dispersed and the sunrise was clear.
"My mother!" Jin Ling, who walked out of the room, held her face, looked at the man who swung his sword in the air and turned the sky into discoloration, and murmured, "If it weren't for him being a man who couldn't live, I really wanted to marry him. "
Ling Bo, who was walking in front, recovered from the shock and turned to look at her. After a while, Pi Xiaorou said without a smile, "You think too much."
"That's true." Jin Ling nodded: "I can't think about this kind of man."
"Heh." Lingbo sneered, as if if you were willing to marry, people would be willing to marry. There is something wrong with the female nuns who have come out recently, none of them are normal.
She turned her head to look at Huan Zong who was flying in the air, her mood was very complicated.
One sword has such great power, at least it can be done with a cultivation level above the out-of-body stage. How many experts are there in the Glazed Light Sect
Flying down from the sky, Huan Zong retracted his sword and sheathed it, walked into the house and said to Kong Hou, "The rain has stopped, we can go."
"Ah..." Konghou nodded in a daze, but he didn't move his feet, he just stared at Huan Zong who was dressed in white and beat the snow in a daze.
"Come." Huan Zong stretched out his hand, "I'll hold you, don't be afraid."
"Okay." Konghou handed Huanzong his hand and let him lead him away. It wasn't until I walked out of this garden that I came back to my senses in a trance, "Huan Zong, when you waved your sword just now, I thought the sky would be pierced by you."
Huan Zong coughed a few times and said solemnly: "Violence cannot solve the problem."
Jin Ling and Ayanami who followed behind them didn't say a word, they just walked forward silently. Now even if Huan Zong said that the sky is red, they would definitely nod their heads without hesitation.
In the presence of absolutely powerful people, this principle is not necessary.
Once again, they reached the intersection that they had to pass through. This time, there was no barrier blocking the way. Konghou Huanzong and his group walked over with ease. Behind the barrier is an uneven mountain range, and the mountains in the distance are shrouded in smoke, making people forget the vulgarity when they see it.
"There are other people passing by here." Lin Hu found bloodstains on the grass.
Seeing the bloodstains, everyone's face became not very good. Some people bleed, indicating that something bad happened to someone, but I don't know whether the injury is serious or not, and whether there is a life-threatening situation.
"The blood stains are brighter in color, so they should have left soon." Lingbo glanced at the blood on the grass and felt a little worried about his junior brothers and sisters. She turned around and said to Huan Zong, "Fellow Daoists, I'll take a look at the front and leave first."
"Hey, wait." Konghou grabbed her sleeve.
"What else is there to do with Fairy Konghou?" She was wearing this skirt for the first time today, so she pulled it lightly.
"I don't know what else is in the secret realm. Don't act alone. We will accompany you there." Konghou turned to look at Huan Zong, who nodded to her. Konghou was even more confident, "Let's go."
Ayanami fell silent, then turned her head and walked forward after a while.
"Thank you."
This thank you was soft and sincere.
"Kong Hou held the Shui Shuang Sword in his hand, and said with a smile, "You're welcome, after all, I'm someone who can rely on me now. "
Lingbo looked back at Kong Hou's smiling brows, and the "reliance" holding her hand. The gratitude in his heart was instantly reduced by half: "Oh."
The most hated person who likes to show off, except for herself.
In the canyon, two scattered cultivators and a direct disciple of the Zhaohan Sect supported each other and fled forward. Seeing that the succubus behind them was about to catch up, the disciple of the Zhaohan sect covered his chest and said to the two scattered cultivators, "You go first, I am wearing a robe made by the elders of the sect, which can block it for a while."
"No." The middle-aged male cultivator, who looked like he was in his thirties or forties, looked at the childish faces of the disciples of the Zhaohan Sect, "You go first, I'll hold them back."
"What do you want to drag? You want magic tools but no tools, and you want talismans without talismans." The disciple of Zhaohan Sect said coldly, "Don't waste my time, hurry up. After you find him, tell them that this secret realm appears. If there is a problem, don't stay inside, find the exit and leave immediately."
"Then I'll help you." If he was mocked like this by the sect disciples on weekdays, the middle-aged male cultivator would have been furious long ago, but this time was different. Not only was he not angry, but his expression was somewhat moved. He picked up the young loose cultivator beside him and pushed him into the distance, "You hurry up and send a message."
Seeing that he was determined to stay, the disciples of Zhaohan Sect took out two magic tools and threw them to him: "Hold on for a while, if we are lucky, we can still meet someone to rescue us."
The middle-aged male cultivator smiled wryly, how could anyone come to save them? From the very beginning of this secret realm, everyone was scattered everywhere. If it was so easy for them to meet helpers, why should everyone be separated in the first place.
A succubus is a strange creature that uses Qi as its body and feeds on emotions. For them, emotionally complex humans are the most delicious meals. In order to let human beings emit more emotions, they can even confuse human minds, enter human hearts, become the person or thing people want most, and eat away all the negative emotions in their hearts.
The habits of succubus are similar to those of phantom monsters, but they are more damaging and weirder than phantom monsters.
Using the sword to force back the waves of succubus, the spiritual energy in the body was almost exhausted. The Zhaohan Sect disciple gasped and stood back to back with the middle-aged loose cultivator, each of them was more embarrassed.
"I didn't expect that I, a well-known prodigal son of the Loose Cultivation Alliance, would be unlucky with a male cultivator. It's really not safe for the evening." The middle-aged male cultivator took a sip of the wine gourd, and his eyes became more and more bright. The weaker the magic weapon, when the aura of these two magic tools is exhausted, they will become the succubus's meal.
The middle-aged loose cultivator has a shaggy beard and is not handsome. It is really difficult for the disciples of Zhaohan Sect to believe that he can be a prodigal son. With this face, even if he wants to flirt, he still depends on whether the woman will give him this chance.
As a direct disciple of a major sect, he didn't say anything when he was unlucky with a stinky and dirty loose cultivator, and this loose cultivator even had the nerve to complain.
Snapped.
A magic weapon glowed and went out, fell to the ground, and the barrier around the two gradually loosened.
The Zhaohan Sect disciple looked at the magic weapon lying on the ground, and his face turned pale. I just hate that the Feixun Talisman can't be passed here, and he will die silently.
With a slap, the second magic weapon also fell to the ground, and the barrier completely disappeared.
The succubus surrounded by them were entangled together and seemed to want to pounce, but for some reason, they did not really approach them, as if something was preventing this from happening.
"Junior brother." Lingbo saw that the younger junior brother, who had been in school for less than ten years, was surrounded by dense succubus, and rushed up without thinking.
"Huanzong..." Konghou winked at Huanzong.
"Go." Huan Zong let go of her hand, "I'll watch from the side, there won't be any danger."
"Yeah." Kong Hou took the Shui Frost Sword and rushed over.
"Young Master." Lin Hu whispered, "Your mentality of worrying and wanting your child to be independent is no different from being a father."
Huan Zong ignored him, his eyes locked on Konghou and did not leave.
Hearing the word "father", Jin Ling bowed her head silently. Don't the real Huan Zong and Fairy Konghou love each other, so why are they related to being a father
In the end, it is a person from the ten major sects who speaks so profoundly.
Although Konghou did not major in swordsmanship, his swordsmanship was much more exquisite now than when he first descended the mountain. Even Lin Hu, a swordsman in the Yuan Ying period, could pick out one or two good sword moves in her swordsmanship.
"You are wrong." Huan Zong looked at Konghou with very gentle eyes, "I will do better than a father."
"You two elders, when our women are killing the enemy, can you squat next to each other and rely on each other?" After confirming that his junior brother was all right, Lingbo's worries about him disappeared, "Don't get in the way here."
Konghou silently lifted the two male cultivators who had exhausted their spiritual power and threw them at Lin Hu's feet.
At present, when the succubus can do something, try to say as few words as possible.
The disciples of the Zhaohan Sect and the middle-aged male cultivator were thrown into a dizzy state. After a long while, they got up from the ground and looked up at Lin Hu's expressionless face.
Lin Hu: "..."
Middle-aged male repair: "… "
Disciple of Zhaohan Sect: "..."
The atmosphere became very embarrassing. Although the life was saved, the dignity of the man was gone.
"How come there are so many succubuses in this secret realm?" Kong Hou killed batch after batch of succubuses. It was too annoying to cut down. He pulled out the phoenix head hairpin in her hair, and the phoenix head turned into a shape in her hands. The natal instrument, Faguang's masterpiece.
"Don't you take it out sooner if you have this thing?" Lingbo stood by Konghou's side, repelling all the succubus that tried to approach. She wanted to see how powerful this Konghou, who claimed to be Yinxiu, was really.