There are almost no women in the world who don't hate spiders and centipedes, and even among the immortal monks, the average female monk also respects these things.

I can't say how scared I am, but I instinctively feel disgusted.

The same is true for Dong Fangmiao.

No matter what her strength is, she is first and foremost a woman, in the face of these low-level insects and demon beasts, one or two may not be in her eyes at all, even if there are hundreds or thousands, she has the confidence to be able to deal with it calmly and not show her joy and anger.

But the number in front of her is too amazing, the entire hall is dense and endless, crawling with demon bats, cold spiders, and golden centipedes, and there is almost no place for her.

It's a sea of worms!

Tens of thousands, covering the sky and the sun, shrouded and occupied the entire Xuanjian Palace.

Dong Fangmiao was scared, even though she knew that the master would not harm her, at this moment, she still felt a chill surging up, and she was extremely afraid.

This fear not only stems from the fear of the sea of monsters and insects, but also has a powerful impact on the soul and senses.

Dong Fangmiao's face was pale, he sacrificed the keel relic umbrella, firmly protected his body, bounced away those wanton wandering demon insects, blocked out, and a pair of eyes as clear as water, but at this moment, it was filled with a layer of hazy mist, and looked into the depths of the hall with pitiful and pleading eyes.

In it, a Lingtai is suppressed, the rui qi is thousands, the light and shadow are intertwined, the avenue is magnificent, exuding a majestic and vast mysterious atmosphere, and a young and handsome Taoist sits on it, purple clothes like a sword, indifferent like a fairy.

Its body range is three zhang, as if it is the only pure land in this Xuanjian Palace, and no insect and demon beast dares to approach.

Broken sorrow was expressionless, looking at Dong Fangmiao's pitiful and helpless appearance, although he was a little unbearable in his heart, but in order to allow her to cultivate the Ice Heart Technique faster and strengthen her mental will, he was also determined to be this wicked person.

At that moment, he shook his head, and with a thought, he sent the pill bottle containing five evil pills to Dong Fangmiao, and said lightly across a sea of insects:

"Miao'er, in the past five months, you have worked hard to cultivate the Ice Heart Technique in this Xuanjian Palace, and the impact of the demon beasts in the palace will become stronger and stronger month by month, in addition, you will also have to bear the pressure of the sword intent of the Seven Killing Sword Demons, in this way, it may make you suffer a lot, but it can also allow you to temper your will in the shortest possible time and cultivate the Ice Heart Technique. ”

"There are a total of five evil pills in the pill bottle, which can be taken once a month, which can regularly dissolve the violent demonic qi in your body, but remember, if you don't reach the limit of your own bloodline demonization, it's best not to take the elixir lightly. ”

The voice of Xuan Chou was not loud, and the hall was filled with loud insect chirping, not to mention Dong Fangmiao below, even if he was close at hand, it was difficult to hear what he was talking about, but this faint voice seemed to be a gust of wind, pervasive, and it reached Dong Fangmiao's ears very clearly.

She shook her delicate body, bit her lip, and just wanted to say something, but through the gap in the sea of insects, she saw the figure of the broken sorrow gradually disappearing, and finally disappeared into the colorful whirlpool without even taking the spiritual platform under the seat.

In the blink of an eye, she was the only one left in the entire Xuanjian Palace!

"Master!!"

A mournful voice sounded, and it was immediately submerged by the sea of insects, and without the suppression of sorrow, the demon beasts in this hall were even more restless, with a hideous and fierce aura, and really began to attack Dong Fangmiao.

In the center of the main hall, above the void, the Seven Killing Sword Spirit glanced indifferently at the bottom, and as soon as he pointed out, a violent and monstrous sword intent aura collapsed as if destroying the heavens and the earth.

Under the siege of this sea of insects, Dong Fangmiao was like a lonely boat in this storm, the spiritual light of the relic umbrella above her head fluctuated violently, and the fierce sword intent coercion wantonly impacted her mind and consciousness sea, and a terrifying killing intent swayed her mind and reason, filling her mind.

Gradually, a touch of demonic purple stained her eyes, the purple-black demon burned like a flame, Teng Ran wrapped around her body, in Dong Fangmiao's body, the dormant demon bloodline was awakened again, and countless demon patterns, like tattoos, began to spread on her snow-white and tender skin at this moment.

Just when Dong Fangmiao was about to demonize and her reason gradually sank, a voice as indifferent as a sword, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, sounded in her sea of consciousness.

If the heart is clear, the sky will not fall.

All changes are still stable, and the spirit is calm.

Forget yourself and keep one, six roots.

Be vigilant and selfless.

Look at each other up and down, and look at each other.

Deliberate entryway, subduing thoughts.

There is nothing inside and outside, if the ice is clear.

The dirt is not stained, and the vulgar appearance is not stained.

.............

Word by word, thunder, constantly echoing in the sea of knowledge, Dong Fangmiao's face was distorted and painful, the magic patterns on her body spread, and even the golden light of the relics with the umbrella above her head was turbulent and unstable, and it seemed that she could be disillusioned at any time, but the purple aura in her eyes suddenly faded a lot.

"It's ...... It's Master who is helping me!!"

Listening to the sound of the Dao, Dong Fangmiao's body shook violently, and she subconsciously sat down, and began to practice according to the sound method, and gradually stabilized the spiritual platform in her heart, regained some clarity, and even the restless demon blood slowly calmed down and quieted down, and then she heard the voice of the master, and she couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Soon she reacted, how dangerous she was just now, but she was shocked into a cold sweat on the spot, but even so, she was not out of danger at the moment, and the violent Seven Killing Sword Intent was still constantly suppressing and wanton, destroying her mental will, and the tide of demon beasts and insects in all directions did not stop at all.

Dong Fangmiao is still in danger now!

"The water is not frightened, and the clouds are too late. Miao'er, you are clean from the spiritual platform, your heart is clear, there is still a long way to go, like this almost demonized situation, in the future, you will appear more and more often, more and more frequent, it is impossible for the teacher to appear in time every time, if you want to suppress the demonic thoughts, you also need to rely on yourself, keep the spiritual platform this clear. ”

In the Xuanjian Palace, the voice of sorrow sounded, with a touch of pity in the voice, as if it was a good match, at the same time as his voice sounded, the hall was silent, the sword intent was stagnant, and even the sea of insects instantly quieted down.

Hearing this, Dong Fangmiao was silent, the resentment in her eyes dissipated in a panic, replaced by a touch of self-consciousness and resoluteness, she got up and bowed in the direction of the whirlpool, and said: "Thank you Master for your guidance, the disciple is already fearless, then let me face it myself, within five months, Miao'er will definitely cultivate the Dao Fa!"

The crisp and melodious voice, like a silver bell plucking, with a great determination and will, Dong Fangmiao's face was calm, and he sat down again, the umbrella on his head turned, and thousands of relics were hung down with golden light, vast and peaceful.

There was no echo of sorrow in the main hall, but the sword intent of the insect tide that had fallen silent had already slammed towards Dong Fangmiao in the center again.

(End of chapter)