The chill in Tan Shui still existed, but Shaoqing had long been unaffected, and in order to go up quickly, Shaoqing used the demonic qi to speed up the parade. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

With a bang, she surfaced on the surface of the cold Tan water and swam towards the shore, the depth of the cold Tan water was several hundred meters, and Shaoqing had a lot of effort to swim on the water.

Standing on the shore, Shaoqing shook off the water on the hem of his clothes, and originally planned to dry his clothes directly with demonic energy.

She thought for a moment, stepped aside, set up a concealment array, and entered the formation. I looked at my savings bag again, and counted them in distress, there was only a hidden rest array, a long sword, thirty magic stones and more than a hundred spirit stones, and there were some books on the six arts of cultivating immortals, all the talismans and everything were used up, and the pills were gone.

Oh! There were also two pieces of clothing, a crescent white skirt and a dark men's robe.

"It's okay! It's long overdue for you to be self-reliant! Shaoqing comforted himself while taking off his clothes.

Shaoqing looked at these two clothes, she reached out and picked up the dark robe, tidied herself up, and tied up her long hair that had not been tied up for a long time, and put on the dark boots for herself.

A boy in black was born! Shaoqing pinched the trick and cast a spell with spiritual power, and a water moon mirror appeared in front of him, looking at the thirteen or fourteen-year-old man in the mirror, if it weren't for the slight bulge on her chest and the posture of a girl, she would be more like a man.

At this time, her face had begun to show its beauty, but it was ruthlessly ruined by a long scar on her face.

But, isn't that what she wants? Shaoqing endured the heartache and comforted herself like this, but she was too ugly like this!

Shaoqing, who had just put away the formation, saw something terrible, and the first sight of the formation met the giant python, and after the fright, Shaoqing immediately became vigilant, who would tell her what to do in the face of the giant python?

Not far away, a python was entrenched in thick branches, and its snake skin was grayish-brown, which matched the color of the tree, so that it could hide in the shadows and deal a fatal blow to its enemies.

Shaoqing was fortunate to have a formation from the opposite direction of it, and he was extremely lucky to find it.

Shaoqing understands that she can't move now, and now she should make a human instinctive reaction - a freeze reaction. Although she didn't move a point on the surface, but on the inside, she was communicating with the death pen, and Shaoqing secretly prayed that it wouldn't drop the chain at a critical moment.

The python, which was bigger than Shaoqing's waist, was staring at her with its eyes at the moment, as long as Shaoqing had a movement, it seemed to immediately swallow her into the snake's belly, with a triangular head, brown snake skin, and black heavy pupils, if it had lumpy scales like black iron under its abdomen.

Shaoqing remembered the book he had read before, so this big python should be a three-pupiled python, and the scales under the abdomen are its third eye, which generally does not open, and only uses this eye to eat when eating, and some monks think that this is just a mouth that resembles an eye.

The first time Shaoqing used the magic pen to fight, his heart was full of excitement and nervousness. With the magic pen in hand, the python attacked, and the speed made Shaoqing frightened. Shaoqing, who had prepared for a long time, narrowly escaped the blow of the python.

Before Shaoqing could land on the ground, the three-pupiled python followed the snake body and bent, and the huge snake head was only two feet away from Shaoqing.

"'Cold', go." Shaoqing quickly wrote the first word she comprehended, in the cave under the cold Tan, in addition to the attack power of the word, the speed of writing is indispensable, and now she can write the word "cold" in half a breath at the earliest, just right to fight.

The word "cold" hit the head of the three-pupiled python at an extremely fast speed, and Shaoqing saw that it had broken a wound, and blood flowed from its head.

"Roar~" Shaoqing was startled by its angry cry, is the python even a little snake different from its bark? If she hadn't seen the cry coming from its mouth with her own eyes, she would have thought it was from some other large demon beast.

Cold waves often break out in Yinshan, and the demon beasts in Yinshan are more or less resistant, but Shaoqing saw the blood on the head of this demon beast flowing to the magic pen in his hand, which was absorbed by the pen, and the nicks on the pen barrel became whiter.

She obviously felt that the magic pen was in a happy mood, she thought this was the end, but she didn't expect that the blood of the three-pupiled python was still being sucked by the magic pen.

The three-pupiled python will not let Shaoqing suck all its own blood and take it, its huge snake body wants to entangle towards Shaoqing, once the prey is entangled by the snake, it is almost equivalent to half of its life.

Shaoqing has been guarding against it since she saw it, seeing that it intended to entangle her, the basic footwork used it to the limit, and I have to say that the speed of this python made it difficult for her to dodge.

The word "cold" kept writing, and every time it was about to bite her or entangle her, the word "cold" would hit its body, and when Shaoqing barely stopped writing, every time there was a wound, it lost blood twice as fast.

When the three-pupiled python had ten "cold" words on its body, it finally collapsed due to excessive blood loss, and this battle took less than twenty breaths, but Shaoqing was about to run out of demonic energy, and he was sweating profusely.

However, at the moment when it fell, Shaoqing took out his long sword and cut off the head of the python snake, and quickly flew to a distance away from the python.

Sure enough, as she thought, the snake body of the three-pupiled python danced without the slightest rhythm, its snake head was also moving without any purpose, the snake's mouth was open and bloody, and its long fangs seemed to want to bite something more.

Can a python that has lost its blood be so energetic? Could it be that the spiritual power supports the body of the three-pupiled python?

Forget it, don't care what it is, just don't bite yourself.

"It's good that its fangy venom happens to have run out, otherwise it would have been miserable." Shaoqing wrote the last word "cold" and gave the python a blow again, and the python body and python head that were jumping around finally stopped.

Shaoqing directly put its corpse into the savings bag, now she no longer dislikes the corpse is dirty, in order to earn magic stones, she now wants more demon beast corpses.

After a battle, there was not a drop of blood on the ground, and there was no smell of blood in the air, Shaoqing looked at the magic pen in his hand, maybe the death magic pen was indeed suitable for its name.

It seems that for what Shaoqing thinks in his heart, the body of the magic pen moves slightly, as if echoing Shaoqing.

Shaoqing is also too lazy to pay attention to it, recently found that she is a lot lazy, since there is no smell of blood in the air, it means that there will be no other demon beasts for the time being, she can recover her demonic energy, and then go elsewhere to find demon beasts to practice.

The hidden rest array that had just been withdrawn was made up again, and Shaoqing just wanted to say: It's good to burn spirit stones!

I only wanted to cultivate to a higher level, but I forgot that a monk not only has to cultivate to a high level, but also the six arts of cultivating immortals are also very important.

Sitting in the center of the formation, Shaoqing meditated quietly to recover the demonic energy, this sitting was two hours, and after she recovered the demonic energy, it was not too early.

But she still decided to go down the mountain, there was no pill in her hand, even if she was injured, she couldn't get better, so her health was not good.

She knew that if the monk didn't pay attention during the fight, the secret wound accidentally left behind would be severe, and the path of the immortal would be cut off, and the advanced ascension to the spirit realm would only be a dream.