"What did you say?" Lan Qing's eyes flashed at herself, "You also took the poison, and you also poured the wine, what do you want me to say?"

When it came to pouring wine, Jing Ci suddenly remembered that ridiculous kiss in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart and let go of his hand.

"It's a disciple who has overstepped, and the master can do whatever he wants. ”

Lan Qing lowered his eyes, walked straight to the huge snake head, held spiritual power in his palm, and slapped it.

Hearing a loud bang, the snake's head split apart, leaving only a reddish spirit core on the ground.

Lan Qing bent down to pick it up, and there was not even a trace of blood on the spirit core, so she threw it into Jing Ci's arms.

"High-level spirit core, keep it. ”

Jing Ci raised his eyebrows, but he didn't refuse. This kind of thing is of little use to Lan Qing, but it is indeed the best for him.

"That apprentice thanked the master. ”

"The Lost Forest is extremely dangerous, and your current cultivation is not suitable for entering it. Lan Qing looked at him calmly, his expression was rare serious.

Jing Ci threw the spirit core in his hand for a moment, and said disapprerovitically: "Then the master will protect me." ”

"Don't mess around. ”

"I don't!"

“......”

Whenever Jing Ci spoke back, Lan Qing didn't know how to preach back, if it was in normal times, maybe she would follow him.

Can ...... today?

"Master, aren't you afraid that I will cause trouble for you? Heh, I'm not Senior Brother Sheng. What's more, I was raised by you personally, don't you know what kind of character I have?"

Jing Ci waved his hand to catch the fallen spirit core and put it in the storage bag. Walking in front of Lan Qing, he leaned over slightly, with an evil smile in the corner of his eyes, and his deep gaze stared at the calm eyes.

"Right, Master?"

Lan Qing retracted his gaze, didn't answer again, didn't want to dwell too much, and walked towards the forest.

Looking at her back, the meaning is naturally self-evident.

Jing Ci pursed his lips contemptuously and followed.

The further you go inside, the thicker the fog becomes. Almost all of them were mid-level human-faced trees, and the screams of ghosts and wolves were ringing in my ears, but it could also be heard that many people seemed to have broken in here.

After a few steps to kick a head, it seems that most, if not all, of these people have died here.

Due to the fog, halfway through, Lan Qing tied the bundle of demon silk to the wrists of the two.

It's a good intention, but even through the fog, you can feel a strong sense of resistance.

"Master, do you have to tie it with this thing?"

Jing Ci shook the wrists of the two of them, and his tone was full of unhappiness.

It's not a good thing to be tied up with this thing every time!

"If you have another way to let me know you're right next to me. Lan Qing replied lightly.

Hearing this, Jing Ci pursed his lips.

There was a trance in his mind, remembering that when Lan Qing took him back to Hangong Peak the night before, he was afraid that he would run around and always held his hand. Sometimes when she was tired of playing, she would carry him back to her disciple's residence with him asleep.

And every time he woke up in the morning, he would be surrounded by the envious eyes of his brothers and sisters, and a sense of pride would always rise in his heart.

Cranky ends.

Jing Ci suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and snorted lightly: "Forget it, so be it." ”

After walking for a while, Lan Qing suddenly stopped.

Without waiting for Jing Ci to ask, he heard something streak across the ground around him.

The human-faced trees around them began to laugh, the laughter was like the stabbing sound of two sharp swords slashing at each other, piercing and panicking.

"Hahaha...... The treasure is mine!"

"Woo woo woo...... I don't want to die...... Ahahahaha!"

"I'm going to kill you......!"

"Leave me alone!please, please!!!......

"Don't, don't, don't touch my father...... Ahahahaha!"

These laughter were mixed with strange words, and Jing Ci felt that his spiritual sense was confused, and he frowned and shook his head.

"Concentrate and calm down, abandon the noise, and release the five senses. ”

Lan Qing's voice blew into Jing Ci's ears like a breeze, making him a little clearer. Without further ado, do it immediately.

In an instant, my ears were cleared.

Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, a thick vine rose from the ground in front of them, cutting through the fog and pumping towards the two of them with a fierce storm!

"Stand still. ”

As he spoke, Lan Qing withdrew the bundle of demon silk.

Draw a spell out of thin air again, and the white sword breaks out of the air!

Holding the sword in his hand, he pressed towards the huge vine, and the light of the confrontation between the white light and the blue light broke through the fog around him.

Jing Ci stood behind Lan Qing, shocked by the powerful spiritual power fluctuations, and blocked it with his hand slightly. Squint again, and be shocked!

The stems of the vines are full of human eyes!

On every leaf is a bloody mouth, some are smiling, some are smacking.

Lan Qing's expression did not change, his other hand was raised, and a pure white spiritual power and a dark blue spiritual power were intertwined and rose.

Jing Ci suddenly felt the spiritual power in his body riot for a moment, and the blood red in his eyes flashed.

The dark blue spiritual power gradually surrounded Lan Qing's body, and the white spiritual power attached to the sword body of the white sword, and in an instant, with her as the center, the mist was mixed with spiritual power and rotated, forming a mist vortex!

The mouth on the vine leaf began to scream and want to come forward to bite, and the eyes on the stem stared at Lan Qing like bull's eyes.

Lan Qing used the sword as a guide, and after three breaths, the mist vortex mixed with the violent spiritual power swept forward!

The storm blew the woman's long hair, and her eyes were still calm.

Jing Ci was unwilling to hide behind her like this, wanting to do something, but found that he couldn't do anything at all.

A demonic beast like this, with his current strength, is only enough to stuff a certain mouth on this vine between his teeth.

It was only now that he really saw the abyss-like gap between him and Lan Qing, and a faint, unyielding thought of admitting defeat quietly came up.

With a thousand thoughts, I can't help but feel a little empty. Such a powerful cultivator can be easily poisoned by him, how much is this conniving to him......

The vine was swept up by the whirlpool storm and fell straight back.

Lan Qing jumped up with a nod to his feet, taking advantage of the fog not regathering, his eyes locked on a certain place on the vine, condensing his spiritual power at the tip of the sword.

One leaped up, and the blade stabbed into the seemingly heavy stem.

The eyes on the stem began to roll their eyes, the mouths on the leaves gradually ceased, and the vines writhed violently, and then slowly grew smaller, growing into thin branches as tall as a man, and fell to the ground twitching.

Lan Qing stood up and drew his sword expressionlessly. Shu Demon Aya shook, and the blood stains on her body disappeared instantly.

Bai Aya obediently returned to Lan Qing's wrist again.

Turning his head, he looked at Jing Ci, who was standing not far away and was a little stunned, and asked, "Are you okay?"

There was weakness in his voice, and Jing Ci immediately came back to his senses and shook his head.

There was some discomfort in her heart, it was obvious that she was fighting, but she turned her head and asked herself if she was okay......

Lan Qing nodded slightly, and stepped on the writhing "branch", and the branch instantly lost its life.

"This is the Demon Realm's Swallowing Demon Vine, which feeds on human heads, and can transform human eyes on stems and populations on leaves. And the skull, which is swallowed and cannot be digested, will be spit out. At the third leaf of the stem, from top to bottom, there is a blood-red round hole-like place, which is its weak point. ”

"But remember, you can't get its saliva on it, and you can't stare at those eyes for too long. The former died of poison in an instant, and the latter lost his mind at least and was controlled by him. ”

Hearing Lan Qing say so many things at once, Jing Yu was stunned, can he still teach himself in this situation......?

"Poof......

As soon as the three words of Hundred Flower Poison floated through Jing Ci's mind, Lan Qing had already spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He crouched down with a frown, as if in great pain.

"Master, you ......"

For the first time, a trace of remorse floated in Jing Ci's heart.

Forget it, no matter how you say it, she protects herself.

Jing Ci took a deep breath, abandoned other thoughts, stepped forward, and crouched beside her. Looking at the already white side face, it became a little paler, and the bright red on the side of the mouth was even more dazzling.

Knowing that it was useless to say more, he raised his hand and stroked Lan Qing's back, and a black and pure spiritual power emerged from his palm, slowly calming the manic aura in Lan Qing's body and the toxins that burst out like a spring.

Lan Qing, who felt this spiritual power, suddenly raised his head, looked at Jing Ci in a daze, and suddenly pulled his hand in front of him.

On those knobby hands, there was a faint black light that had not dispersed.

As if someone had discovered some secret, Jing Ci immediately withdrew his hand and stood up, turning his back: "It seems that Shizun has nothing to do, so let's continue to go." ”

Lan Qing held his knees and stood up strongly, with a rare tremor in his voice: "What's going on with this spiritual power?"

She was talking about "spiritual power"?!

Jing Ci didn't know why, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. At least not to open his mouth to talk about the devil's breath or go crazy, after all, with his current temperament, nine out of ten people will say that he is deviant.

"I don't know. ”

It was about Wen Yun's resurrection, so no matter what, Jing Ci decided to grit his teeth and not let go.

"Is it in Hualong Snow Mountain?"

Lan Qing said, another wisp of blood flowed from her mouth, and she quietly erased it.

Looking at the black back in the gradually gathering fog, she suddenly felt a strong sense of powerlessness in her heart.

Is it time to come?

Jing Ci was a little annoyed, and just wanted to turn around and say a few cruel words, but swallowed it back when he saw her weak body.

Holding her breath, she strode forward, ignoring her, and continued to calm the aura in her body.

But Lan Qing seemed to have lost his soul and broke free from his hand.

Shaking his head slightly, he stepped back, his always indifferent gaze was filled with disappointment, heartache, and more disbelief.

Jing Ci was irritated for a while, and yelled at her: "Yes, it's Hualong Snow Mountain! What's wrong? No, why do you care so much about me, don't you know who caused me to become the way I am now?"

"You know now that you're disappointed in me, why didn't you want to think about such a day when you killed Wen Yun in the first place?"

"You're made of stone, you don't have a heart! You don't understand the feeling of losing a loved one!"

"The person I love and respect the most, in front of me, killed the person I love the most because of a trumped-up crime! How do you want me to accept it! How do you want me to accept it!"