The jade hairpin and the zombie were in a stalemate for a moment, and soon, a gloomy voice came out from the depths of the cave:

"Where did the junior come from, he actually came to disturb the old devil's cultivation."

The voice echoed in the cave, and then, a tall man riding the Yin Wind, with his back to Jing Qing, appeared in front of him, surrounded by dozens of the same zombies, standing on the Yin Wind, teeth and claws.

This figure Jing Qing will never forget jì, it is the old devil!

He held his breath, curled up like a small bug, carefully hidden, and continued to watch.

"Junior? You're a little cult cultivator, and you're not qualified to say such things. ”

"Since you dare to refine the demon corpse, this kind of angry thing, you must be ready to be eradicated."

"So, let it be!"

The jade hairpin flew, and the dazzling golden light flowed in Jing Qing's left eye, tearing the earth and stone in an instant, and returning to the hands of a female cultivator wearing a white gold and silver silk robe with a beautiful divine bird depicted on her forehead.

The nun was followed by an even younger girl wearing a robe of the same style, with a purple flower painted on her head.

The robes shimmer with golden light, and the gold and silver threads are woven into the shape of a huge portal, exuding a long-standing and simple atmosphere, and the style is very unique.

"That's the Heavenly Gate Diagram, you are Heavenly Gate disciples!"

The old devil looked at the pattern on the nun's robe, and was suddenly stunned, and moved a few steps back, and his tone seemed a little jealous. Then he seemed to remember something, and laughed again: "Jiji, even if you are disciples of Tianmen, in such a remote place, as long as you are killed, who will know?" ”

"Blowing the atmosphere, it is also the twelfth layer of Qi training, and you can't build a foundation, why did you beat my senior sister!"

"Besides, there's me!"

The girl beside the female cultivator squinted at the old demon and snorted dissatisfiedly.

"Just the demon corpse in my hand."

The old devil sneered, his ten fingers danced, the dark yin wind swirled, and the three ignorant zombies in front of him, as if they had been stimulated, roared excitedly one by one, and rushed towards the female cultivator flying in mid-air.

"Small means."

The girl shook her head disdainfully, and a piece of rune paper glowing with earthy yellow brilliance appeared in her hand, and with a wave, the rune paper turned into earth and sand, falling from her hand, and at the same time, the ground shook violently.

"Boom!"

With a loud roar, the ground fell, and wisps of quicksand flew out of it, sharp as spears. In an instant, he broke through the protection of the yin wind, surrounded the several zombies that were speeding by, and dragged them down.

The sand and dust slowly fell, and the current three zombies also fell into the sand at once.

There is an extremely strong suction force hidden in these mud and sand, and these powerful zombies are facing the dust controlled by spiritual power, and they actually have no way to start.

He could only lift the sand under his hands in vain, but his body continued to remain unwavering, sinking downward until it was completely buried.

"The medium-grade sand talisman is worthy of the land of Donglin, the famous Tianmen, such a big hand, and several juniors have such treasures."

"I don't know what I can gain by killing you."

The old demon lowered his head gloomily, his tone revealing greed, and released a flying sword with a dark blue color, while the other hand danced at will.

The dozens of demon corpses beside him suddenly roared, their bodies swelled in a circle, and the yin qi around them became even stronger, with this momentum, the demon corpses leaned over and rushed out, and their speed accelerated.

"Wait a minute, what's that?"

Not to mention the coping methods of the two female cultivators, Jing Qing, who was observing both sides, suddenly found that three thin black smoke came out of the huge quicksand pit, and under the effect of the bloody eyes, it suddenly accelerated, crossed a spiral black line, and rushed into the eyes.

With a heat in his eyes, his spiritual power diminished slightly, and two never-before-seen messages had quietly emerged.

"The remnant soul was found, three paths, and it has been subdued."

"You can slightly increase your cultivation, is it up?"

"Zombies have souls, too?"

Although he was on the verge of a fierce fight, he was still pleasantly surprised when he took advantage of it.

After a little thought, he decisively chose no.

What are you kidding, in this case, what is the difference between improving cultivation and looking for death?

After choosing no, three subtle but clear cold air currents condensed and formed in the eyes, slowly rotating along a circular trajectory.

"This is preserved, and it seems that the soul will not dissipate or be consumed after choosing to deny it, but will be stored."

When Jing Qing was overjoyed by his discovery, two black air currents poured into his eyes in a row.

Looking up, the battle was nearing its end.

A short green jade knife burning with a thread of fire slashed through the air in a mysterious trajectory.

In the sound of "boom", there were several more scratches on the rock wall, three or four meters deep, and the rubble was splashed everywhere, like a torrential rain.

And that's just the aftermath.

Those zombies who touched the light of the short knife head-on, the tough and stable skin and bones on their bodies were all cracked in an instant, and streams of filthy black blood suddenly spurted out, but they were evaporated by the short knife shrouded in green flames.

And the old devil, at this moment, was covered by a circle containing flames, the raging flames were pure orange, and the water was churning like waves, and it swirled around him.

The cold yin qi that surrounded him was also gradually refined in the flames, and there was a crackling sound from time to time.

"Three, you actually have three magic weapons, how is it possible, I think I have been thinking about it for thirty years before I can get one."

"Damn sect disciple."

The old demon howled miserably, and after the evil aura of the protective body beside him dissipated, the flesh quickly turned into a charred corpse, and finally turned into ashes and scattered all over the ground.

"Oh, this is."

A pitch-black ball suddenly came out of the old demon's corpse, accompanied by black smoke invisible to outsiders, and flew into Jing Qing's left bloody eye.

In order to collect this soul that had reached the peak of foundation building, the spiritual power in the dantian was drained by the left eye in an instant.

An irresistible feeling of weakness made Jing Qing's legs weak, his body shook involuntarily, and he fell to the ground and made a faint sound.

Enough is enough.

The attention of the two female cultivators was instantly shifted to him, and the sharpness contained in their eyes stabbed people's lives.

Jing Qing was stunned for a moment, closed his left eye vigorously, drove his mind, and made his left eye return to normal, and took a few steps back with some embarrassment and fear, not knowing how to speak.

Just when Jing Qing wanted to speak and explain. The girl held up a piece of aqua blue rune paper again, and flicked it at Jing Qing with a fierce momentum.

"Little devil, suffer death."

The talisman flame ignited, and the ashes fell, just at that moment.

In the underground dark river behind Jing Qing, the surging water roared and gushed out, turning into a huge whirlpool current.

The surging suction force does not refuse to suck all the objects it can pull into the dark river.

Pots and pans, even that rock that weighed a thousand pounds.

This power is not at all something that Jing Qing, a small second layer of Qi training, can resist.

He was immediately caught up in the middle of it and couldn't get out.

The whirlpool swung rapidly, whip-like, twitched twice on the cave wall, and then re-poured into the dark river.

Jing Qing, with the flow of water, dizzy, rushed into the mouth of the pitch-black hole that was more than one person high.

The waves were flying, and soon, except for a few ripples, the waterhole had gradually returned to calm.

A moment later, with a sigh of poverty, two white lights rose into the sky.

The white light disappeared into the distance, and after a while, a strange orange-red flame rose in the cavern.

The heat wave rushed to the sky, and even the rocks could not withstand such high temperatures, and fine cracks appeared, collapsed, and then buried the entire cave.