The huge and hard mountain rock was split open by a long golden sword, revealing the golden fruit the size of a fist inside.

Zhou Jing felt a strange calm in his heart, and he put the fruit into the world of his sleeves, patted the sleeves - all the treasures in the four wildernesses, and now the third senior sister can wake up.

He turned around and picked up the porcelain jar. As soon as he carefully covered the lid, he heard Qin Xi say, "You still want to stab her."

Zhou Jing did not look back or speak, but only put the porcelain jar into the world and walked out.

Qin Xi said again: "Don't you grab the Pan Shensi? Are you going to be a life-and-death opponent?"

Zhou Jing seemed to be silent, and he didn't expect that he was still complaining: "Junior brother Rouqian, and he was a little weak. He was unable to stand up now because of the seventh brother's pan-grabbing silk. You don't say you can help me."

Zhou Jing stopped for a moment and suddenly turned into golden light. Qin Xi felt his clothes tightening and he grabbed them with one hand.

"This time I was a big mistake and apologized to Linghu for me." Zhou Jing finally spoke with a hoarse voice, "Also, I owe you, it has nothing to do with me holding up your shit temper. If you are noisy with me, don't want Pan Shensi!"

After saying that, he turned into golden light again and disappeared among the gravel in the blink of an eye.

What is a shit temper? What kind of temper does he think he has? It's not as good as a shit.

Qin Xi calmed down for a while, and because he felt that Pan Shensi calmed down, he tested the position of the upper clear ring, and then jumped into the deep pit, saying, "Sister Sister, is there another mystery below?"

I asked several times, but I didn't hear a response. When I turned into a small room, I saw that there was only a stone bed inside, and a half-old green silk veil was spread out on the bed. In addition to the four neatly arranged gold shells, there was also a small handful of broken silver and many copper plates on the veil.

The Shangqing ring is lying quietly among the copper plates.

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On the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, snow sucks the wind.

Linghu Zhenzhen lay lazily among the snow-covered branches, rubbed the big and small snow dumplings, and ate them attentively as steamed buns.

These days, eating raw fish in succession finally made her feel disgusted. She was frozen in the cold and had no wild fruits, and she had no money on her body. She had to start obeying the rules of monks and not eat for four or five days.

It seemed like she had lost a few inches of weight when she was hungry. She touched her belly and life was a bit difficult. She just hoped that Mr. Xingzhai would come earlier and pay more money.

The sky was about to be bright, and the paper flying dragon roared up. Linghu Zhenzhen climbed up the dragon's back lightly, and looked at the familiar lights in a valley somewhere in Dongji Mountain through the whistling snowstorm.

She found the new Master's Mansion two days ago, much bigger than before, but the Master and the others had not returned yet, and only two lights were on at the gate of the mansion.

Linghu Zhenzhen summoned the flying blade and flew to the nearest. She looked around the mansion framed by the black iron several times, searching around for any troublesome things like wild monsters. As soon as she passed the nearby valley, someone suddenly said sternly: "Flying blades of dragons in the flying ring?"

As she said that, a whisk suddenly flew up from the bottom, which was astonishingly fast. For the first time, she encountered someone who could touch the flying blade, and hurriedly removed her thoughts. Unpredictably, the whisk could chase the paper flying dragon along the traces of the flying blade. Thousands of silver-white silk suddenly wrapped around the flying dragon and pulled it back. The man's voice was still resounding like thunder across the sky: "Come here!"

The strong wind blew the snow in the forest, and Linghu Zhenzhen called out the wind to tear the whisk, but the man was shocked and said, "It's true that it's a paper god! You, turn your face!"

She looked down, but saw seven or eight monks standing in the snow, two of whom were white-bearded and old men. When she saw her face like a ghost: "Linghu Yu?!"

Linghu Yu's enemy? She shook her hand repeatedly: "I'm not."

These two are old monks, most of whom have become elders of the Immortal Sect. This is the first time she encounters a whisk that can touch a flying blade, and she will suffer a loss when fighting.

However, the sudden rack was like a sudden rain, without giving her reaction time. A huge dark cauldron flew high, with the mouth of the cauldron facing down, and the sticky black water gushed out from it like a huge wave, instantly flooding a large area of ​​snow. The black raindrops like cows flew upside down, and the sticky clothes corroded a piece, and her shoes looked like they were eroded.

The old monk who released the black cauldron said in a deep voice: "There have been rumors that Linghu Yu is not dead! As expected, this is true! He has been hiding in the Great Wilderness!"

Another old monk hesitated a little: "Elder Duchao, although she looks like a little girl."

"Are you blind?! Didn't you see the Paper Tongshen and the Dragon Clan Flying Blades?" Elder Duchao thought of the tragic past, and his eyes turned red, "I care whether she is a descendant or something! Linghu Yu killed my elder brother by thousands of knifes, and I also wanted to kill his descendants by thousands of knifes! Today I will avenge my elder brother this bloody revenge!"

Linghu Yu killed dozens of monks who arrested him in Zilin Town, one of which was his biological elder brother. Because they were smashed by the dragon group, they could not recognize who they were, so they could only be buried in the cemetery outside the town. It is still a terrifying tragedy that is still mentioned today.

There were some dense black and gray things around, and they were mixed with the wind and snow, which was extremely difficult to identify. The black and gray hit the paper flying dragon, and immediately formed a cluster of sharp blades more than a foot long exploded around, and the paper dragon was blown into pieces in just a few seconds.

Linghu Zhenzhen hurriedly avoided several sharp blades, and the two old monks ordered again: "Set up the formation! Hold her!"

Immediately, four young monks stood in all directions and held swords and cast spells. Her hands and feet seemed to be suddenly caught by something. Seeing a cluster of sharp blades stabbing towards the door, she immediately leaned back and gave way to the vital point. However, her abdomen and waist tore out several bloody mouths for Li Feng.

She didn't have a few clothes, and she destroyed another one!

"You want to kill me?" she asked in a hurry.

The elder Duchao who controlled the black cauldron was full of hatred: "I want to cut you into pieces! Sacrifice to my elder brother's wronged soul!"

The sky thunder slashed down, and the red earth fire stirred up huge waves, instantly overturning the four disciples who cast spells as formations into the fire wave. A group of luminous dragon-like flying blades flew up from the fire waves, tearing the black cauldron that was in trouble to pieces, and in the blink of an eye, it was rolled towards the two old monks.

However, the dragon group's flying blade hit the iron wall for the first time, and there seemed to be an invisible wall around them. No matter how the flying blade group smashed, bumped, or twisted it, it would not move at all.

Elder Duchao said coldly: "The flying blades of the dragon group are just things that cannot be used to sneak attack! How can you make trouble in front of the 'one-foot wall' of the Shenhe Palace?"

Although she didn't know what a "one-foot wall" was, she couldn't beat her with such a powerful look.

The black and gray around was getting thicker and thicker, and the sharp blades were blowing densely. Linghu Zhenzhen jumped up and down in it, almost becoming a bloody man. She said anxiously: "I am not Linghu Yu, I am Linghu Zhenzhen."

No one paid attention to her, and the back was cold and the sharp blade was stabbed in by a sharp blade. She staggered a few steps and immediately called back the dragon group's flying blades, wrapped herself up, and clusters of exploded sharp blades hitting it, making a deafening and terrifying sound.

There was a dazzling light flashing above their heads, and they probably wanted to summon something powerful to chop her.

I want to tell her to die so that they won't let them fulfill their wish.

The flying blade group suddenly divided into several strands, colliding on a foot of the wall from all directions, gradually increasing more and more, almost blocking the blizzard. The faces of the two old monks finally changed - one into billions, one into one, the flying blades of the dragon group can transform so many!

The heavy sound of shattering shook the wind and snow, and countless groups of flying blades instantly gathered together into a luminous dragon, wrapping up the two of them and circling by, and blood rain sprinkled on the dead grass.

The dense black and gray finally disappeared, and the earth-shaking thunder and earth-shaking fire also dispersed. Without the obstruction of the flying blades of the dragon group, the blizzard came back, and a thin layer of ice formed on the blood all over the ground.

Linghu Zhenzhen covered the deep wound between her ribs and turned around and took two steps towards the remaining two young monks who had not taken action. The two of them were obviously frightened and could not move. She only heard her ask, "You want to kill me?"

They shook their heads repeatedly: "No, no..."

Oh, OK.

She subconsciously took out the origami dragon, and after touching it, she was covered in blood. Then she remembered that the paper flying dragon had been blown to pieces and could only walk on two legs.

The wind and snow were getting heavier and heavier. Linghu Zhenzhen walked slowly down the mountain, while spitting silver light in her palm and pressing it to the most injured vital point.

It was a bit bad. The healing technique seemed to be unable to cure such a deep injury in one go. She gradually felt cold. If she could not hold on to Zhenyan and fainted here, she would undoubtedly die.

You can't die here.

Although she had to solve the problem for him after taking Linghu Yu's cultivation level, she really didn't realize that she was with him, but someone always insisted on pushing her there.

My uncle went too early and couldn't let him meet Linghu Zhenzhen later. I wonder if she made him feel that what he said was right at the time, and he still felt a little regretful.

The wind was sharp, as if it was vaguely mixed with the roar of a demon horse. The strong wind blew the blade-like snow on its head. The snow-white demon horse fell lightly in front of its eyes like the largest snowflake.

A slightly smaller snowflake floated down from the horse's back, and the little jade ring was pulled by the wind and snow in his thick hair. Qin Yuanxi, who had been missing for a long time, was looking at her.
Chapter completed!