The originally glossy phoenix hairpin has lost its luster at this moment, and the surface seems to be attached with a layer of dust, and you can faintly see the rapid light flashing inside. Zhixia felt Feng Ling's pain, and twisted his face sadly and couldn't bear to look at it.

Xun Yi first looked at the second soul of his senior sister, and after confirming that he was not infected again, he squatted in front of the phoenix spirit hairpin and urged the wind dragon to come out.

Zhixia sent a difficult divine thought to him: "You must be gentle, the wind dragon is moving too fast, Feng Ling may not be able to stand it, the most important thing is that you are careful yourself." ”

"Hmm. Xun Yi responded, his eyes stared at the wind dragon as thin as a thread and slowly walked on the hosta, after a while, he stood up and said: "This can't be done, the wind dragon can't get in, can't contact the phoenix spirit, you have to let the phoenix spirit come out." ”

Zhixia glanced at the village, urging Feng Ling not only to be infected by the "Soul Erosion Yin Poison" again, but also to cover the hearing and hearing of these mortals, just when she hesitated, Xun Yi had already wrapped Feng Ling's hairpin with a whirlwind and flew towards the deep mountains.

Zhixia hurriedly chased after him and said, "Let me take it." ”

Xun Yihun didn't care and said: "It doesn't matter who holds it, I feel that this thing is similar to the immortal lice, once it invades the soul body, it will not run around, my spell can deter the yin void thing, so that the phoenix spirit can feel better." ”

Zhixia heard that he no longer competed with him, and the two flew out for hundreds of miles and landed at the foot of a mountain, and after placing the phoenix spirit hairpin on the ground, Zhixia crossed his heart under the urging of Xun Yi and urged Feng Ling.

In a flash of white light, Zhixia shouted, "Not good!" She originally wanted Feng Ling to come out slowly, but as soon as Feng Ling was released, she realized that she had lost control of Feng Ling.

Xun Yi only saw a flash of white light, a mountain peak thousands of zhang away was cut in half, and then he saw three or four hundred zhang away a stream of light flickering, stabbing him so much that he didn't dare to look directly, he still couldn't live that the light was caused by the battle between Zhixia and Feng Ling, the tortured Feng Ling went crazy as soon as it was released, and after hitting the mountain peak, he turned around and went straight to the two, Zhixia had to use mana to fight against it, knowing that this would damage Feng Ling, but in order to protect Xun Yi, he couldn't take care of it.

Xun Yi felt that it had only been a few breaths, and the dazzling brilliance no longer appeared, and at this time, Feng Ling had rushed to less than a hundred feet away from them, and its body had shrunk to the size of a bird, and with the incessant churning, it finally fell to the ground.

When the two of them rushed over, they saw that Feng Ling was still rolling the ground, and a pair of eyes that should have shone with a faint blue soul light turned gray and white at this moment, and the condensed figure was also real and empty, and it seemed that it would dissipate at any time.

Zhixia's eyes turned red and said: "Its own spiritual power has been exhausted, if I don't urge, it won't be able to hurt you, you can see if you can save it." ”

Xun Yi knew that his senior sister was very sad, so without saying a word, he stepped forward and squatted to the side of Feng Ling and released the wind dragon, as soon as the wind dragon swam close to Feng Ling, the phoenix spirit who was tumbling in pain quieted down, and motionless let the thin hair wind dragon swim on his body.

Zhixia couldn't help but be secretly happy when he saw this, but in a blink of an eye, he saw Xun Yi's face being extremely ugly, and immediately exclaimed, "How are you?"

Xun Yiqiang suppressed his annoyance and said: "I'm fine, it's just a little disgusting, there are at least hundreds of bright lines in Feng Ling's body, no wonder it goes crazy." ”

Zhixia's heart tightened, and he asked, "Can the wind dragon deal with it?" ”

Xun Yi waved his hand at her, concentrating on controlling the wind dragon to devour the bright threads, and after a while, he stood up and exhaled as if he had been amnestied.

"Okay?" Zhixia asked nervously.

Xun Yi shook his head and said: "It's not over yet, the wind dragon seems to know what to do, and it can devour those things by itself, looking at those dense bright lines, I am really disgusted and nauseated, and I have to take a breath."

Zhixia sighed with emotion: "Your spell is too unusual, I'm afraid it's a kind of immortal art, right?"

Xun Yi shook his head noncommittally, "Who knows, I'm confused myself." He didn't want to say much about the wind dragon, so he said: "Senior sister, if this bright line is as harmful as the immortal lice, if you get so hit, I'm afraid you will really go crazy if you can't escape far, and I just saw that there is still a bright light on the top of the Buddha's head, indicating that the phoenix spirit is only partially contaminated, if all the yin poison is applied to you, the consequences can be imagined." ”

Zhixia nodded slowly, and his heart couldn't help but chill.

After a cup of tea, Feng Ling's gray eyes gradually began to turn blue, and Zhi Xia said happily: "I can feel that it is not so uncomfortable anymore." ”

Xun Yi checked the situation in Feng Ling's body through the perception of the wind dragon, and said with a sigh of relief: "There are only two dozen bright lines left, and it is much faster than me to control it by letting it swallow itself." As soon as he finished speaking, the wind dragon had already returned to his fingertips, "Okay, it's gone, you can take back the phoenix spirit." ”

Zhixia couldn't help but stretch out her hand, and the weak Feng Ling instantly turned into a hosta and returned to her hand.

Xun Yi said with a bitter face: "Senior sister, even if the light above the god's head disappears in a few days, you don't want to go in, okay? It's nothing to pull out these things, but it's too disgusting to look at." ”

Zhixia put away the phoenix hairpin and took out the sword that was used as a bet, looking at the sword, her eyes were a little sad.

Seeing her expression, Xun Yi hurriedly said softly: "It's nothing if you want to enter the ancestral hall, anyway, Fenglong already knows what to do, I just need to guide it." ”

Zhixia shook his head gently with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, stroked the back of the sword with his fingers, let go of the sword, under the control of her spiritual power, the tip of the sword slowly pierced into the mountain stone, she looked at the sword deeper and deeper with affection, as if she was watching a distant friend, until the sword pierced thousands of feet deep into the ground to a place where she could no longer use her spiritual power to sink it.

"This is the sword that my Daoist uses to wield. She was still looking at the ground, and her tone was drifting as if it had come from a distant past.

A trace of confusion flashed in Xun Yi's eyes, he didn't say anything, just looked at his senior sister quietly, when he saw the statue, he guessed that this person and his senior sister were most likely deeply entangled in emotions, but he didn't dare to think that this person would be the Taoist companion of the senior sister, if this person was the senior sister and Taoist companion, why would he be worshiped as a god by a mortal village? The sword that the cocoon took should have been taken from the hands of the gods, and it seems that the senior sister was later separated from the Taoist couple, so that she didn't even know her final whereabouts, so that she agreed to the gamble as soon as she saw the sword.

What puzzled Xun Yi the most was that looking at the appearance of the senior sister had a deep affection for this Taoist couple, and Zixiao Palace shocked Pu Yunzhou ten thousand years ago, so what kind of force separated the two of them.