In addition to sword cultivators, Yinxiu is the most lethal cultivator, but the total volume requirements for spiritual power are also extremely strict. Although the damage caused to people is very terrifying, it is not high enough for cultivators. There is also the biggest problem, that is, the consumption of spiritual power is very fast. With Konghou's current cultivation, he can control the phoenix head very well, but he persisted for a long time.
It can be said that Yin Xiu was a weak and pitiful person in the early stage of cultivation, but if he reached the Nascent Soul stage, he would be an evil spirit who would die if he didn't make a move. However, in the entire cultivation world, there are no more cultivators who are the masters of music than the poor and low-ranking chefs, because the way of sound cultivation is extremely demanding on the talents of cultivators. It is not the cultivator who chooses it, but the cultivator who chooses it. So in the entire cultivation world, there are very few sound repairs. In the past few hundred years, the total number of sound repairs who have survived the Nascent Soul period is... zero.
Konghou just pretended not to hear what Ayanami said, she looked at the succubus from all directions, and put her fingers on the strings.
She didn't like her father's indulging in music, letting traitorous ministers rule, and even had a disgust with music temperament for a time. Now she has long understood that the music is innocent, and the musical instrument is also innocent, and the real fault is only the father.
Succubus likes the negative emotions of human beings the most. Fear, jealousy, hatred, regret, and sadness are all their delicacies.
The music sounded. This is a relatively simple song among the Konghou musical instruments. The tune is calm with joy and blessings. This is the only tune she learned when the Ji family was only six years old before the fall of the Ji family.
Learning this tune is not for herself, but to please the father and emperor, but before she could play it in front of the father, Emperor Jinghong led his troops to fight in. Since then, she has never played the Konghou again.
How can a person who does not understand joy and who brings joy to others play this tune.
But she has understood now, and the past has been let go.
The simple minor key spreads around with powerful spiritual power, and the succubuses are like runaway flies and mosquitoes, flying around and fleeing. But where can they hide, there is a voice in the wind, there is a voice in the forest, and there is a voice even in the dark crevices.
The large piece of succubus turned into black smoke and disappeared, and the fingers of Konghou, who was playing the phoenix head, did not stop, and the music came out far, far away.
Ling wave dazedly raised the sword, thinking of many small things in a trance. When she first arrived at Zhaohan Sect, her master bought her a beautiful dress; when she successfully introduced her qi into her body, her master and brother praised her as the most talented cultivator in the realm of self-cultivation except for the real person Zhong Xi; Brother, when she was fined and closed when she returned to the sect last time, she secretly brought her the honey flower dew she liked.
It turns out that since she entered the Zhaohan Sect, so many trivial but happy little things have happened.
At the end of the song, the succubus had completely disappeared. I don't know how long it took before Ayanami came back to her senses. She slowly turned her eyes to Konghou, who had turned her natal instrument into a hairpin and reinserted it in her temples.
"Konghou..." Looking at the Konghou again, Lingbo felt a sense of shock in his heart. This kind of ability to control the magical instruments of life is really not something that a cultivator who has just advanced to the heartbeat stage can have. What a terrible talent this is
Kong Hou smiled sweetly at her, and then said, "Fairy Lingbo, come and help me."
Seeing that her face was a little pale, Lingbo guessed that her spiritual energy might be almost exhausted, and hurriedly reached out to help her. However, there was someone behind her moving faster than her, like a white light, passing by her eyes, and when she saw it clearly, Konghou was already supported by him.
"Concentrate, calm your breath." Huan Zong put a condensing qi pill into Konghou's mouth and stretched out his hand to support her waist. However, the hand supporting the waist clenched the palm into a fist, and did not take the opportunity to put the entire palm on Konghou's waist.
Ayanami silently retracted her hand.
"How do you feel?" Huan Zong entered some spiritual energy into the Konghou Lingtai, and when she saw her face softened, he slowly released her.
"It's not bad." Konghou looked at Huan Zong with shining eyes and looked very happy, "At that moment just now, I felt that my consciousness and the phoenix head seemed to be integrated. The phoenix head could feel it. My emotions, and I know how to play the phoenix head, to make it work to its fullest potential."
Konghou touched the phoenix head hairpin in her hair. She has never liked her natal magic weapon at this moment. It is like a part of her body and can never be separated.
"You have reached the threshold of enlightenment." Huan Zong looked at the girl's blushing cheeks, "It's amazing."
"Really?" Kong Hou's eyes widened, filled with smiles and excitement.
The corners of Huan Zong's lips curved slightly, "I won't lie to you." He took out a flying sword and jumped up with Konghou: "Rest for a while, relax, and don't think about anything."
"Yeah." Konghou nodded, sitting cross-legged on the sword, closing his eyes and meditating.
Lingbo carried the depleted junior brother onto his flying instrument, turned his head and asked, "Zhen Zongren, is it too conspicuous to use the flying instrument in the secret realm?"
Huan Zong turned his head to look at Lin Hu and asked him to explain on his behalf.
"Miss Lingbo, if the secret realm has not yet opened the wisdom, then walking is the safest way. But the secret realm has been opened, and almost all of our actions can't be concealed from it. If we choose to walk, it will only delay the time." Lin Hudan He brought the middle-aged loose cultivator to his flying instrument, and turned to ask Jin Ling, "Miss Jin Ling, would you like to come up together?"
"No, I can do it myself." Jin Ling took out her flying sword, jumped up and flew into the air.
Jin Ling felt guilty after seeing Fairy Lingbo's swordsmanship and Fairy Konghou's sound attack. As a woman, she couldn't allow herself to behave so badly that it affected her image as a woman.
Flying silently to the middle, Jin Ling looked at Konghou sitting in meditation on the flying sword of Huan Zong's real person in front of her, feeling a little complicated. If she was Fairy Konghou, she would definitely not be able to completely trust someone from another sect, not to mention her talent is so outstanding, if other sects want to destroy her, now is a good opportunity.
A lot of beauty will be torn apart by jealousy, isn't Konghou afraid
Jin Ling didn't know whether Konghou was afraid or not, but until they were blocked by the barrier, Konghou didn't wake up.
The sudden appearance of the barrier can no longer surprise everyone. What was unexpected was that a painting appeared on the mountain wall next to the barrier. This painting is very strange, with beautiful people killing people with knives and hearts, evil-faced people kneeling by the river and crying, and passers-by with expressionless faces on both sides of the road.
Jin Ling just glanced at it and felt dizzy and nauseous. She hurriedly closed her eyes to stabilize her mind, but did not dare to look again.
Lingbo is much better than Jin Ling, she frowned slightly as she looked at the ugly woman who was crying while covering her mouth. Could it be that the person who was eaten by the beautiful person was her relative, so she knelt on the ground and covered her mouth and cried bitterly
Is the sudden appearance of this mural now a hint
"Young Master?" Lin Hu turned to look at Huan Zong.
Huan Zong drew his sword out of the scabbard, and the powerful sword intent flew straight towards the barrier. The barrier was swaying, and was smashed by a sword.
"There is a magic circle in this painting, and it's easy to get stuck in and out of it after looking at it for a long time." Huan Zong said indifferently, "Pretending to be a ghost, the secret realm of this method is not rare." After he finished speaking, he slashed out again with a sword. , The painting on the mountain wall was destroyed, and the woman kneeling by the river and crying, turned into a pile of rubble.
Jumping on the flying sword again, Huan Zong glanced at Konghou who was not awakened, and said to everyone in a light tone, "Go."
Things that can be solved with a sword are not things.
The disciples of the Zhaohan Sect and the middle-aged scattered cultivators were stunned to see this scene, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time. What realm did this real Huan Zong cultivate to, to break through the enchantment established by the secret realm with a single sword
They are all such powerful experts, what kind of experience can I get when entering this secret realm? You can't just come in to see the scenery, right
After the enchantment was over, it was another layer of heaven and earth, with high mountains and barren rocks, the scorching sun was shining, and the scorching temperature caused the skin to hurt. Jin Ling hurriedly took out three umbrellas from the storage bag at her waist, and gave one to Lingbo. When she wanted to share it with Konghou, she remembered that Konghou was still in Dingding. So the hand she stretched out in the direction of Konghou became embarrassed.
"Why is this?" Huan Zong took the umbrella and saw that Lingbo next to him had opened the umbrella to cover his head.
"Really, this kind of sun can easily make people tanned, and it takes a lot of whitening pills to recover." Jin Ling pointed to the scorching sun in the sky, and glanced at Konghou's snow-like skin, "Fairy Konghou's face is fair and tender, What a shame to get a tan."
"No need." Huan Zong returned the umbrella to Jin Ling.
Jin Ling took the umbrella and sympathetically glanced at Konghou, who was ignorant and unconscious. This is the fate of a gullible man. I hope that when she wakes up and finds her face darkened a lot, she will not be so angry that she will turn against the real Huan Zong.
Just thinking about it, Jin Ling saw that Huan Zong took out a jade-bone umbrella from the storage ring. She didn't know what to make of this umbrella. She felt the coolness and aura from a distance.
Seeing that Huan Zong opened the umbrella and covered Konghou's head, Jin Ling silently flew away from the real person of Huan Zong.
She is still young, her mood is not stable, and she can't stand this kind of stimulation.
Seeing this, the disciples of the Zhaohan Sect hurriedly stood up from the flying sword and said to Lingbo who was standing in front of him, "Senior sister, I'll hold an umbrella for you, don't tire you out."
Lingbo was also not polite to him, and turned to put the umbrella to him: "It's good."
The Zhaohan Sect disciple nodded again and again, as attentive as a puppy. Lingbo's mood suddenly brightened up, and as expected, he was his own senior and brother, and knew that he would be courteous outside and fight for her face.
"Help!"
There was a cry for help from the ground, and Fairy Lingbo looked down. Most of Senior Brother Changde was buried in the mud, leaving only his head and hands dancing around outside, trying to grab something to slow his fall.
"Senior brother!" When Lingbo and his junior brother saw this, they became anxious, and Lingbo flew away and thought about it. Huan Zong waved her aura and swept her back, Fairy Lingbo fell on the flying sword, turned her head and glared at Huan Zong, "What does the real person mean?"
"Fellow Daoist Changde is a very calm person. If you are really caught in such a predicament, you can't just call for help in a panic." Huan Zong pinched a finger, and volleyed between Lingbo and the disciples of Zhaohan Zong, "You two. Look again."
Ling wave looked again, this is a senior brother, it is clearly a skeleton that keeps climbing. There was a little sweat on her forehead. If Zhenren Huan Zong was not here today, she might have jumped down to save her.
Huan Zong looked at the skeleton with a blank expression. This kind of ghost who is unwilling to accept death can be destroyed with a single sword. He found a bottle of spiritual dew that was given to him by the abbot of Qingjing Temple from the storage ring, and took a drop of it and put it on the skeleton.
In the blink of an eye, the skeleton turned to ashes, and the ghost attached to the skeleton turned into a cloud of blue smoke and disappeared.
Konghou opened her eyes, and what she saw was the scene of Huan Zong throwing the dew on the skeleton. Seeing the ghost floating away, she asked, "Huan Zong, what are you doing?"
"Extraordinary." Seeing Konghou stand up, Huan Zong moved the position of the umbrella so that the sun would not shine on her.
"Wow." Konghou exclaimed, "You really know everything."
In fact, what Huanzong did was to use his spiritual power to drop the spiritual dew given by the abbot of Qingjing Temple on the skeleton. As long as the righteous monks can do it.
Huan Zong shook his head: "It's not that I know everything, it's the credit of this bottle of spirit dew. The spirit dew was donated by the abbot of Qingjing Temple, and it has the blessing of Buddhism."
"That's why you're amazing." Konghou said, "I heard that the abbot of Qingjing Temple does not see outsiders all the year round, and you can actually get the spirit dew from him, which is enough to prove your excellence."
Hearing this statement, Huan Zong was slightly startled, and then laughed.
To be believed wholeheartedly, and in the heart of the other party, his image is extremely tall, which is really a compliment that people cannot refuse. Huan Zong thought that if Konghou wanted to see the sea at this moment, he would definitely take her to find the sea, and if she wanted to touch the stars, he would take her to pick the stars.
To be believed so sincerely, she was reluctant to let her down.
"Give me the umbrella, I'll support it myself." Konghou stretched out his hand to grab the handle of the umbrella, his tender fingers touched the back of Huan Zong's hand, Huan Zong's fingertips trembled slightly, and he quickly released his hand. The numb and hot touch on the back of the hand spread to the heart along the arm.
Seeing that Huan Zong's cheeks were a little red, Kong Hou stood beside him and raised his umbrella over the two of them: "You don't cover yourself in such a big sun?"
Looking down at Kong Hou's white and tender cheeks, Huan Zong took a step back: "It's okay."
"My face is all red." Konghou grabbed his sleeve and dragged him back, "A black cover covers Baijun, you should be nice to your face."
With such a beautiful face, it would be a sin to let her watch it get sunburned.
After recovering from the shock, Lingbo was about to thank Huan Zong when he turned his head and saw his intimate gesture with Konghou, so he chose not to speak. This time, no matter what Senior Brother Changde said, she would no longer think that the two were a pure friendship between men and women.
Killing her can't believe it.
After the ghosts were saved, they never encountered any strange illusions along the way, and nothing happened until they flew out of the barren mountain area. So what is the purpose of this barren mountain, to let them bask in the sun for a while
Outside the barren mountain, another barrier appeared, and a monument was erected beside the barrier with the words "Life and Death" written on it.
When it comes to life and death, it is always more bluffing.
Just as the disciples of Zhaohan Sect were about to speak, they saw Huan Zong stepping on the stone tablet, and the stone tablet cracked: "Go."
Lin Hu: "..."
Why do you think that Young Master is doing extraordinarily today... He likes to be in the limelight
What surprised Lin Hu the most was that the young master's spiritual platform was unstable. Today was splitting the sky and slashing the barrier again. There should be some discomfort in the inner abdomen, but at the moment, the young master looked as usual, except for the occasional soft sound. Ahem, it looks a lot better than when he just came out of the Glazed Light Sect.
Could it be that something good happened that he didn't know about when he teleported elsewhere
Konghou thought that behind the gate of life and death, there was a scene of ice and fire. Who knows that there are blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and green waters, the peach garden, the sun is warm and bright, and the spiritual energy is abundant. Just standing here makes people feel comfortable and forget bad things.
"There must be something wrong with such a beautiful place." Kong Hou touched his chin and didn't dare to walk around. "It's not that easy to deceive us."
Ayanami and the others also felt that this place was strangely beautiful, which reminded them of the picturesque stream when they first entered the secret realm. She looked back at her junior brother: "Follow, don't walk around."
The Zhaohan Sect disciple nodded and clenched the sword in his hand.
They walked along the trail, except for finding some rare spirit grass on the side of the road, nothing happened.
"Sister."
"Don't follow me, get away."
There was a faint quarrel between two women in the distance, Konghou knew as soon as he heard it that the two had been grumbling for a long time.
"Senior sister, I really have no intention of approaching Senior Brother He. Do you believe me?"
"I believe you are important? Why don't you take a photo of your face by the pool, even if you get close to those men, will they look at you more?"
The quarrel gradually became stronger, and two women in green shirts walked out from behind the flowers and trees. The woman who followed her looked terrified, her back was hunched, and she seemed to be used to being low and small in front of others.
When she raised her head, Jin Ling almost couldn't help taking a breath. What kind of face is this, the left side is still beautiful and beautiful, but the right side is uneven, and there is pus and blood hanging on it, which is very terrifying.
Are these two female cultivators from the Loose Cultivation Alliance
She vaguely remembered that there were several people wearing blue shirts in the Loose Cultivation Alliance, but when she entered the secret realm, all her attention was on Konghou and his group, and she didn't have much impression of the people in the Loose Cultivation Alliance.
Is this a scene of two women fighting for one man
What age is it, everyone has become a cultivator, has identity and cultivation, is there still a man missing? Men in the realm of self-cultivation are not suitable, and there is also the world of the human world. How much is it to lose the role of a woman for making such a hideous face
The two female loose cultivators also discovered them. The gorgeous-looking female loose cultivator recognized Konghou and the others, put away her weapons and saluted them: "I have seen you fellow Daoists."
"You two are friendly." Konghou looked around the two of them, pretending he didn't hear the words just now, "Did you encounter danger along the way."
The glamorous female cultivator smiled bitterly: "I just saved my life. The spirit grass I want to get is protected by spirit beasts. I plan to go to the auction market to see it. It's better to spend more money than lose your life."
"The two girls are loose cultivators from the west?" The middle-aged loose cultivators who were traveling with Konghou and the others looked at the two of them. These loose cultivators came from the Eight Wastelands and Liuhe, and they managed to get together with the elders of the loose cultivator alliance. Son, it's hard to say how familiar it is.
"Lu Yidao is friendly." The ugly-faced nun whispered, "We are from the west."
The middle-aged loose cultivator named Lu Yi was a little embarrassed. The other party even remembered his name, and he didn't even know the other party's last name. Both are loose cultivators, and Lu Yi has the intention to invite them to accompany them, but he himself relies on these sect disciples to save his life. It is really shameless to ask Zhenren Huan Zong and the others to bring two more people, so he did not speak.
"Friends, please be careful, there seems to be something wrong with this secret realm." The ugly woman reminded in a low voice, turning around and preparing to leave. As a result, before taking a few steps, a vine suddenly sprang up from the flower tree, swept her into the air, and threw her down.
"Hiss." Jin Ling took two steps back. She just looked at it, and her bones were sore. She didn't know what happened to the girl.
Konghou took a step forward, and Huan Zong held her shoulders: "I'll go."
"Be careful." Konghou did not insist, and nodded slightly to Huan Zong.
Huan Zong chopped off the vines with a few swords, looked at the female cultivator who was so embarrassed that he could barely stand, and said coldly, "Get up."
After speaking, she turned around and left without waiting for the nun to react.
The female cultivator touched her right cheek, her eyes darkened, she got up from the ground with a strong breath, and silently followed behind Konghou and the others.
Passing by a sea of flowers, a crystal clear river blocked his way. Konghou was about to take out his jade boat to cross the river when he heard slaps from behind.
She turned around in astonishment. For some unknown reason, Xiu, the beautiful woman, slapped the disfigured female xiu. Lu Yi stood beside the two with an embarrassed face, neither persuading nor persuading.
Lingbo looked at the two of them with cold eyes, and said impatiently, "If you want to beat you, go to the side, don't quarrel with us."
The glamorous female cultivator lowered her hand, suddenly grabbed the disfigured female cultivator's skirt, and dragged her to the river: "Take a photo of yourself, and stop pretending to be pitiful in front of men. Is it disgusting?"
When the disciples of Zhaohan Sect saw this scene, they felt a little unbearable: "Senior sister, this is too..."
"Shut up." Lingbo snorted coldly, "Don't easily distinguish right from wrong without understanding the cause and effect of the matter."
The younger brother did not dare to speak any more, and turned to look at Fairy Konghou, who was the most kind among them. Unexpectedly, Fairy Konghou did not respond to this scene.
He really couldn't understand the needle in the bottom of a woman's heart.
What's wrong with these two