boom! boom! boom!
The Qinglian Nine Swords Array collided with countless spiritual attacks!
The attacks of the monks in the foundation-building and qi-refining periods standing below were just scratches for Luo Jianqing. The attacks of some ordinary Jindan cultivators are also not very effective. Only the attacks of the five late-stage Jindan monks attacked him like a mountain and a sea. The five were superimposed together and broke the Qinglian formation. Luo Jianqing also snorted, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Standing at the head of the five was Yan Su, the first disciple of the Broken Soul Sect.
Yan Su took a step forward, looked at Luo Jianqing with a cold face, and asked in a cold tone, "Friend Luo, what do you mean!"
Luo Jianqing stood in front of Mo Qiu, even though the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, he was still calm and calm, and his momentum was not down. He said in a calm voice, "Friend Mo has just saved his life, he will never ignore his death!"
The seventh son of the Bai family's direct line on the side laughed lightly, put the folding fan in his hand, and asked with a smile, "So, Fellow Daoist Luo wants to use his own strength to fight against us?"
As soon as these words fell, Mo Qiu's soft voice sounded: "Who said that Luo Jianqing is the only one, and me!"
Luo Jianqing's body trembled slightly, and he felt a little relieved in his heart.
In the end, this person would not be treachery, and he did not sneak away while he stopped the crowd from attacking for him just now.
Bai Qiyi was dressed in a white robe. Originally, he was handsome and handsome at the entrance of Liuyan Valley, but now the white robe is stained with a lot of sand, and his face is yellowish. Hearing Mo Qiu's words, his eyes flashed, and he asked, "You are the Mo Qiu of the Mo family! I have heard of you, you are a genius disciple of the sinners of the Mo family. My Bai family and the Mo family have been friends for generations, and my aunt It is the eldest young miss of the Mo family, it is not easy for you to cultivate to such a state in the cold desert wasteland, hurry up and hand over the blood fruit now, I can guarantee that you will enter the Mo family now!"
After speaking, a gust of wind blew from the sand dunes, and no one answered Bai Qi.
Bai Qi's face changed and he asked, "Did you hear what I said, what is your expression!"
Luo Jianqing turned around and looked curiously, only to see Mo Qiu sneer and roll his eyes, and said, "Listen to people's fart expression."
Bai Qi became angry: "You!"
War is imminent!
Bai Qi first raised the white spear in his hand and pointed it at Mo Qiu. The spear head was like jade, reflecting a splendid brilliance under the scorching sun, the majestic spiritual power gathered at the tip of the spear, Bai Qi flew into the air, and the sharp spear pierced Mo Qiu!
A terrifying blizzard condensed behind Bai Qi, and as soon as the ice and snow appeared, the entire sand dune dropped several degrees.
This is the second shot of the Baixue Seven Guns, the White Snow Dustless Gun!
Fairy Minghua, who was standing beside Bai Qi, took the opportunity to play a seemingly unknown guqin. The pair of snow-white soft weeds gently flicked on the strings, and the quaint strings trembled slightly. slowly condensed. Each wave was stronger than the previous one. When Fairy Minghua touched the ninth sound, she raised her eyes and waved her fingers.
"I don't open when a hundred flowers bloom, and after this one blooms, a hundred flowers will kill!"
"Hundred Flowers Sound!"
When these people attacked Mo Qiu, they hurriedly used their unique moves, but they didn't use 50% of their strength, so Luo Jianqing took it for the time being. But when the two suddenly launched an attack, the surging spiritual power silently hinted at how terrifying the two of them were!
Seeing this, Yan Su and the other two wanted to move again, but a cyan figure suddenly fell in front of them.
The unparalleled Tsing Yi cultivator smiled slightly, and the Frost Floating Sword in his hand sent out a happy sword cry, Luo Jianqing said: "Three, your opponents are the next."
Yan Su narrowed his eyes and sacrificed his ghost axe without hesitation.
The other two disciples from aristocratic families also drew bows and took swords, kicked their toes on the ground, and flew directly towards Luo Jianqing.
Both battlefields are open at the same time!
Originally, when everyone saw that Luo Jianqing actually took over the trick of Yan Su's five people, they thought it was a bit possible, after all, this was the first disciple of Taihua Mountain. However, when Mo Qiu also waved the blood-colored long whip and followed the attacks of Bai Qi and Fairy Minghua, they widened their eyes in horror.
"Thirty-six states still have such a dark horse!"
Luo Jianqing waved his long sword, and without any hesitation, he used the second win of "Nine Duotian Lu" from the very beginning.
The majestic spiritual power around him gathered to his body, robbing life of the law, and making all living beings equal!
Luo Jianqing's Qinglian Nine Swords Great Array slammed into every attacker, and Mo Qiu didn't know why he didn't put the blood fruit into the ring. He protected the blood fruit with his hands and whipped the whip Repel the attack of Bai Qi and Fairy Minghua.
The monstrous spiritual power smashed down continuously, knocking the sand dunes out of small pits one after another. There were originally many monks hiding near the dunes, looking for opportunities to capture treasures, but when a few monks were killed by Yan Su's ghost axe indiscriminately, they hurriedly took some away.
Snow-white spear art, the flowery sound of a needle hidden in the cotton, the ghost axe that screams and screams, the arrow that dims the sun and the moon...
There is also the bloody whip shadow and the Qinglian sword formation that seems to pierce the sky!
In the entire Xuantian Continent, the best young generation heroes are fighting here!
This battle lasted for a whole day and night, and both sides had pills to restore their spiritual power, so the war went on endlessly. Bystanders did not dare to take it lightly, and have been watching the battle carefully, looking for opportunities.
No one dared to believe that on both sides of the battlefield, Luo Jianqing's side had fallen behind and had been passively fighting back. On the other hand, Mo Qiu, who was not well-known, had already gained the upper hand, and began to press Bai Qi dozen. Even Fairy Minghua gradually became embarrassed.
When Bai Qi vomited blood and the whole person flew out, Fairy Minghua also spit out a mouthful of blood, and one of the strings was broken.
Mo Qiu swung a long whip to Luo Jianqing's front and scattered Yan Su's ghost axe.
Mo Qiu said solemnly: "Luo Jianqing, I'm late."
Luo Jianqing's face paled, and he smiled lightly: "It's not too late!"
The voice fell, and the two joined forces to fight against the enemy!
One is the first disciple of Mount Taihua, who is only in the middle stage of Jindan, and the other is the sinner of the Mo family who has never been famous before in Liuyan Valley!
After the two joined hands, Yan Su and the three really encountered a great enemy. After hundreds of rounds of confrontation, the children of the Geng family broke the bowstring first, and the girl of the Yun family also vomited blood. Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu were also full of blood, and they both flew in mid-air exhausted, looking at Yan Su who was also embarrassed not far away.
Seeing this, Yan Su twitched the corners of his mouth. After thinking for a while, he frowned and said sharply, "Go!"
It turned out to be a direct escape!
The surrounding audience exclaimed.
This battle will definitely make the entire Liuyan Valley famous, Changzhou, and the thirty-six states of Xuantian Continent!
With Yan Su's voice, Bai Qi and Fairy Minghua also decided to turn around and leave. The rest of the Yun family girls and Geng family sons hesitated for a moment, and then turned around quietly.
Luo Jianqing breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to look at Mo Qiu, who was on the side. Unexpectedly, he just looked away, and the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up. In Mo Qiu's beautiful peach blossom eyes, Luo Jianqing suddenly saw an overwhelming spiritual attack!
Confession is false! Opportunity and sneak attack is true!
"One sword transforms nine lotus!"
"Phaseless Blood Shadow Whip!"
Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu attacked at the same time, but the two still flew out before they could dodge. Luo Jianqing was knocked into the air on a warm sandy soil. He held the Frost Floating Sword and drew out the thunder. Just as he was about to fight, he suddenly felt that his body had fallen a little.
"Luo Jianqing! Come out quickly!"
Mo Qiu's heart-wrenching voice came from the side.
Luo Jianqing also opened his eyes wide.
"My God! It's ghost quicksand!"
"What a huge piece of ghost quicksand! Just next to the dune just now, there is such a terrible ghost quicksand hidden?"
Ghost quicksand is a special danger in the Valley of Flowing Flames. From the outside, ghost quicksand is no different from ordinary yellow sand, but as long as someone steps in it, the sand will flow. The possibility of flying out. It won't devour your spiritual power, but it will devour your body, leaving you powerless to escape!
Yan Su and others were all flying in the air, carefully looking at Luo Jianqing who was in the middle of the ghost quicksand. Once they fall into the ghost quicksand, they will definitely be swallowed up and cannot escape at all, so they watched from the side, preparing to wait for Luo Jianqing to be completely engulfed, and then kill Mo Qiu to capture the treasure.
Seeing that Luo Jianqing's lower body had been submerged in yellow sand, Fairy Minghua raised her eyebrows and sighed: "He is the first disciple of Taihua Mountain. related?"
Bai Qi said: "Fairy, life and death in this Valley of Flowing Flames have always been determined by fate. It wasn't us who killed him, but the ghost who swallowed him."
Fairy Minghua couldn't bear to look away, and said softly, "But fellow Daoist Luo's master is the rumored Venerable Xuan Lingzi."
Everyone was shocked. After a long time, Yan Su said: "However, the rules of Liuyan Valley are formulated by all the sects. I think Venerable Xuan Lingzi would not dare to violate it."
At this moment, Luo Jianqing naturally couldn't hear their words. He kept using his magic weapons and sword moves, but he still couldn't get out of trouble. Everyone knows that once the ghost quicksand gets on it, it will definitely be swallowed up!
Luo Jianqing was in a hurry, but his face was very calm. When others saw such a handsome face, they couldn't help but let out a sigh. Such an amazing young cultivator is about to perish here.
What a super quality root bone!
What is invincible below Nascent Soul!
What the first disciple of Taihua Mountain, the descendant of Yuxiao Peak!
Before every genius grows up, it is possible to encounter danger and fall.
Genius is only genius after all, and strength is the foundation of life-saving in the world of comprehension.
Luo Jianqing's white forehead gradually had fine sweat oozing out, but he didn't even notice that the dark red cinnabar mole on his forehead was getting brighter and brighter, as if it could burn in the next second. Just when the ghost quicksand was about to engulf Luo Jianqing's shoulder, the cinnabar mole burned like fire, but the next moment...
"Luo gradually clear!"
A hand suddenly grabbed Luo Jianqing's arm left outside the ghost quicksand.
Luo Jianqing looked at each other in surprise, and saw a bright and moving monk in red flying in the air, took his hand, and smiled lightly: "Could it be that this ghost quicksand still wants to kill you Luo Jianqing? I think it is impossible for Xuan Lingzi's disciples to die so easily, Luo Jianqing, come up to me!"
Mo Qiu's calm smile was the last thing all the monks saw.
In just a few short breaths, two earth-shattering geniuses were swallowed by the huge ghost quicksand. When the two figures disappeared, this piece of ghost quicksand returned to its normal appearance, as if it was just a piece of ordinary yellow sand, but everyone knew how terrifying and dangerous this place was.
Fairy Minghua sighed: "The blood fruit was also brought into the ghost quicksand by that Mo Qiu. That's all, it can be regarded as a burial for them."
When the voice fell, Fairy Minghua turned her head and left.
The Yun family girl hesitated for a moment, and then left resolutely.
Bai Qi looked around angrily for a long time and flew away angrily.
The Geng family sighed and turned to leave.
The last person to leave was Yan Su. He was full of ghosts, and constantly used his spiritual sense to probe the ghost quicksand. To his regret, the ghost quicksand remained motionless, but blocked all his spiritual exploration, and it seemed to be a space of its own.
Yan Su angrily slashed at Ghost Quicksand with an axe, then turned and left.
There was silence again beside the dunes. Hundreds of monks stood by for three days and three nights. After confirming that there was no movement, they walked away regretfully. But no one knows! When the ghost quicksand drowned the heads of Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu, the spiritual power in their bodies was quickly consumed!
Using spiritual power to open the way, the two continued to slide down!
This is a black passage. No one knows where the end is. They can only work hard to consume spiritual power and keep moving forward.
But this road seems to have no end. After all, Luo Jianqing was in the middle of Jindan's cultivation, and soon he exhausted his spiritual power, and the whole person fainted. On the other hand, Mo Qiu quickly grabbed his hand, the blood-colored spiritual energy kept burning, until the moment when the spiritual energy was exhausted, Mo Qiu sneered: "Just because of you, you want to swallow the deity?!"
The next moment, the monstrous demonic energy erupted!
The speed of the two people's descent was a little faster. The dark red cinnabar mole between Luo Jianqing's eyebrows was already showing signs of awakening, but slowly, it turned dark again.
The black demonic energy burned frantically, and the two of them slid down quickly.
It seems to be a day, it seems to be a month...
When the two finally left the black passage, Luo gradually fell to the ground and fell beside a flaming river. Mo Qiu was even more depleted of spiritual energy, his face was pale, he spat out a mouthful of blood with black spiritual light, and then passed out. The blood fruit in his arms slowly rolled down to Luo Jianqing's side and stopped at his left hand.
Three days have passed...
Seven days, ten days, a hundred days...
Both of them were in a daze, and the black magic energy on Mo Qiu's body continued to emerge, repairing the damaged meridians in his body. On the other hand, Luo Jianqing was even more terrifying. The battle with Yan Su and the other five had already left him at the end of the fight. He was swallowed by the ghost quicksand for so long, and his spiritual power was overdrawn, which made his dantian gradually wither.
In the Lingyun Hall of Mount Taihua, the natal lamp on the second floor slowly dimmed.
Just when the lamp was about to go out!
Beside the flame river, the cinnabar seal between Luo Jianqing's eyebrows suddenly burned, and a white figure appeared in the huge space.
The cold and handsome Venerable White Clothes saw his disciple's appearance, and his face changed greatly. He just wanted to directly use the power of Yuanshen to repair Luo Jianqing's damaged meridians and dantian. Unexpectedly, he saw the blood on Luo Jianqing's left hand. fruit.
Xuan Lingzi's eyes narrowed: "What a powerful spiritual force!"
Then Xuan Lingzi sucked the right hand and sucked the blood fruit into his palm. He did not hesitate to pinch the hand, and the blood fruit slowly spun in the air. But after a long time, the blood-colored power flew out from the blood fruit and submerged into Luo Jianqing's body little by little.
After spinning for a full ten hours, the blood fruit had already shrunk twice, leaving only the size of a fist. At this time, Luo Jianqing's face also recovered blood, and his breathing gradually became stable.
Xuan Lingzi looked down at the blood fruit and frowned. In the end, he used spiritual power to detect and determined that the blood fruit was really just a pure spiritual power aggregate, and then he confidently put it into Luo Jianqing's dantian, and used the coercion of the monks in the spiritual transformation period to force the blood fruit and Luo Jian. Qing signed the agreement and let this blood fruit rotate gently in Luo Jianqing's body, constantly escaping spiritual power.
At this time, Xuan Lingzi turned around and looked at the strange male cultivator in red not far away.
Primordial Spirit Li Experience is extremely exhausting, and it is half of Primordial Spirit, even Xuan Lingzi is quite tired and difficult to deal with. So when he sealed half of his primordial spirit in that cinnabar mole with the method of tortoise's breath, as long as Luo Jianqing had no life-threatening or great emotional fluctuations, he would never appear.
Because every time it appears, it will cause great damage to the body of Xuan Lingzi.
Liuyan Valley is a million miles away from Taihua Mountain, and even Xuan Lingzi doesn't know that his Yuanshen can save Luo Jianqing several times.
When he was sleeping, Xuan Lingzi could only roughly perceive what Luo Jianqing encountered. For example, this strange male cultivator, Xuan Lingzi didn't have much impression, but he also knew that it seemed that the male cultivator had saved him just now. His disciples several times.
Looking at the dark demonic energy around the opponent, Xuan Lingzi sighed: "The demonic energy has condensed under the Yuan Ying. It's a pity, this kind of cultivation talent is actually the root bone of a first-rank low-rank, and it is also a magic repair. No matter how good the bones are, the future is destined to be unlimited.”
After confirming that the strange male cultivator was also being repaired by demonic energy, Xuan Lingzi turned around and left without looking at the other party.
He sat beside Luo Jianqing and looked at his disciple with gentle eyes.
After three days and three nights, Luo Jianqing snorted softly and gradually woke up. At the same time, Xuan Lingzi's figure turned into a streamer, flew into Luo Jianqing's eyebrows, and turned into a bright red cinnabar mole again.
When Luo Jian woke up, he only felt as if he had died once, all the bones in his body were crushed, and when he raised his arm, every meridian was so painful that he twitched. After a full half an hour, the pain was much better, and then Luo Jianqing was surprised to find that his injuries were completely healed!
"How could this happen? Didn't I get seriously injured before and my spiritual power was exhausted?"
Luo Jianqing immediately inspected his body, his spiritual sense followed the meridians one by one, and finally found the continuously rotating blood-colored fruit in his dantian!
Luo Jianqing widened his eyes in horror.
For some unknown reason, this fruit had a heart connection with him, just like a spirit beast, it already recognized him as the master.
No matter how Luo Jianqing thought about it, he didn't understand what happened. But it didn't make him think too much, he soon found Mo Qiu not far away.
"Mo Qiu!"
At this moment, Mo Qiu still closed his eyes tightly, unconscious. The pitch-black demonic energy was constantly repairing his body, like a translucent black silkworm cocoon, surrounding Mo Qiu's body, making Luo gradually terrified.
"...I didn't expect you to be a Demon Cultivator!"
It all makes sense.
Why did Mo Qiu actually reach the late stage of Jindan before the age of fifty, and why did he grow up in such a barren place in the cold desert wasteland to have such a terrifying cultivation. It's all because he is a magician!
Luo Jianqing's heart was complicated, and he didn't know how to face this person.
Since ancient times, unless there is a war between the human race and the demon race, the magic cultivator has always been at odds with other monks.
The power of magic cultivation is overbearing and powerful, and it can take away the spiritual power of any living being. They practiced magic arts, just like when Luo Jianqing took away the spiritual power contained in the bones of the senior Mo family, as long as the strength is strong, the magic cultivator can even plunder the spiritual power in the body of the living.
Mo Xiu has always had a reckless and domineering temperament.
Luo Jianqing didn't know how much blood was on Mo Qiu's hand, but he knew that it was this man who grabbed his hand without hesitation when he fell into the ghost quicksand. This is a friend! Not the enemy! Even if Mo Qiu was a demon cultivator, he would kill each other on the battlefield in the future, not here.
Thinking of this, Luo Jianqing began to sit aside and meditate to restore his spiritual power.
After ten days, Mo Qiu's cocoon-like magical energy slowly disappeared, but he still didn't wake up. So Luo Jianqing took him to a cave that had been prepared for a long time, and took out the various elixir pills left in his own ring to heal his wounds.
During these days, Luo Jianqing spent most of his time cultivating continuously, and wanted to use the blood fruit in his dantian to break through the late stage of Jindan. In addition, he observed the surrounding terrain.
This is a very strange valley. The valley is not big, and it is only two or three miles away. Surrounded by unattainable cliffs, the cliffs around are smooth and can be seen, and the top cliff also forms a dome, turning the valley into a big house made of stone cliffs.
In the middle of the valley, there is a slowly flowing flame river.
I don't know what kind of flame this flame river is formed by, and even Luo Jianqing can't approach it.
Obviously, with only Luo Jianqing in the middle stage of Jindan, it is absolutely impossible for him to escape.
Another month has passed. When Luo Jianqing took out his last third-grade Tongtian Pill, he had just injected half of the medicinal power of the pill into Mo Qiu's body when he heard Mo Qiu groaning and suddenly spit out a mouthful. black blood.
Luo Jianqing said: "Mo Qiu? Mo Qiu?"
Mo Qiu, who was dressed in red, slowly opened his eyes and looked at Luo Jianqing without focus.
After living alone in this strange valley for several months, seeing Mo Qiu finally woke up, Luo Jianqing was naturally happy. He said, "Friend Mo, don't move yet. After we were swallowed by the ghost quicksand, we came to this place inexplicably. I searched for months and couldn't find an exit. After you wake up, we will act together again. There may be a possibility of escape."
Mo Qiu gasped lightly, as if he was using the spiritual power in his body.
After a while, he looked up at Luo Jianqing and said, "Okay, Luo Jianqing, I probably still need a hundred days to recover to the peak period. At that time, I will be with you..." The voice stopped abruptly, and the ink Qiu Yi's peach blossom eyes suddenly widened, he looked at Luo Jianqing in shock, his voice was high, and he shouted in disbelief: "You stole my blood spirit fruit!"
Luo Jianqing was stunned: "What?"
"Luo Jianqing! You actually stole my blood spirit fruit! You actually stole my blood spirit fruit!"
With that said, Mo Qiu tightly grabbed Luo Jianqing's arm with one hand and clenched it tightly.
Luo Jianqing frowned and instantly understood: "Fellow Daoist Mo, in fact, I don't quite understand all of this. When I woke up, the bloody fruit was..."
"Luo Jianqing! You took my blood spirit fruit and made a contract with it. I will definitely take this blood spirit fruit back!"
As soon as the words fell, Mo Qiu ignored the injured body, and suddenly a bloody long whip appeared in his hand, slashing straight at Luo Jianqing. His long whip was agile and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. The whip was mixed with monstrous demonic energy and Mo Qiu's remaining spiritual power.