At the end of the damp and gloomy cave, sure enough, it was the monster cave mansion that Liu Lanzhi saw when he performed the tracking technique before, a towering giant tree stood in the middle of the cave, surrounded by a circular pool, the water in the pool was black and shiny, obviously not clean water, and Qing Yang and the other four disciples were still tied to the tree, and they didn't know whether they were dead or alive. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Behind the cave, Yuan Fengqing saw the blood painting and a woman fighting, saying that it was a fighting method, but the blood painting looked extremely relaxed, with both hands on his back, standing leisurely, his long hair and purple robe hunting and flying, and there was no effortless color on his face. A steady stream of black mist was pouring out of him, condensing into a thick black mist, like a chain, approaching the opposite side little by little.

The woman had her back to Jun Mo, obviously living in such a dark and damp cave, but she was wearing a white robe, with a heavy snow-white fox fur around the neckline, and her long hair scattered behind her was like black satin, smooth and dazzling. She was raising her arms flat, and a dark yellow light continued to pour out from the palms of her palms, condensing into two bundles, and she was confronting the black mist that had turned into a blood painting, but seeing that the black mist was approaching two-thirds, the yellow light was getting weaker and weaker, and the outcome was decided.

Yuan Fengqing's little cultivation, of course, couldn't help the blood painting anything, although she didn't understand when the blood painting appeared here, and it seemed that she had been fighting with this banshee for a while, Fang Cai's terrible scream should have come from this banshee, but at that time, wasn't the blood painting with her?

But she didn't think much about it at this time, it was important to save people, so she hurriedly ran towards the ancient tree, only a dozen steps away, and when she arrived, the thick vines hanging down from the top of the ancient tree seemed to have spiritual sense, and suddenly a few straight towards her attacked, and the sharp speed carried a cold wind on her face, forcing Yuan Fengqing to stop, extracting the spiritual energy from the body and condensing it into the palm of her hand, raising her palm and turning into a knife, and the spiritual energy turned into countless light blades and slashed towards those vines.

However, her ability in the late stage of Qi refining was not much stronger than that of ordinary people, those light blades seemed to be bright and dazzling, but they were not lethal, and when they slashed at the thick vines, they only made them shake slightly, let alone cut them off? Seeing these vines quickly passing through the light blade and instantly approaching him, Yuan Fengqing's face turned slightly pale, and he hurriedly turned around and ran away.

But where is the speed of her running compared to these vines flying in the air, just ran less than ten steps, she was outflanked by four vines in front and back, left and right, swishing a few times, they wrapped around her limbs, volleyed in the air, hung her in the air, hung in the hole and couldn't go up or down, unspeakably uncomfortable.

Moreover, Yuan Fengqing felt that the vines wrapped around her limbs were shrinking rapidly, making her face pale, her chest was extremely tight, as if she was a little out of breath, but she just gritted her teeth and didn't say a word, searching around to see if there was any way out of the predicament.

It's a pity that she doesn't have a sharp weapon in her hands, and her cultivation is weak, so where is there any way to get out of the predicament? His eyes swept around, and he could only look at the blood painting.

The black mist gushing out of the blood painting had already seized three-quarters of the distance between the two at this time, and although the yellow light of the banshee was barely supporting, it still retreated step by step, but I was afraid that it would not last long, and after she was defeated, she should be able to get rid of these hateful vines.

Yuan Fengqing had nothing to do, he could only hope for a quick victory in the blood painting, but he looked very relaxed, but he had no intention of capturing the banshee in one fell swoop, and the black mist was still advancing unhurriedly, as slow as a snail climbing a mountain.

Although Yuan Fengqing was anxious, he also knew that he could not be disturbed by the outside world when he was fighting, and if he was distracted and would hurt himself, he didn't dare to make any sound, so he could only desperately send spiritual power from his body to his limbs to relieve the pain of the vines. But the spiritual power in her body was already very small, and it wouldn't take long to extract it, and then those vines would be strangled into the flesh and blood, and her limbs would probably be destroyed!

At this time, the yellow light of the banshee was about to retreat to her chest, and she couldn't help but scream, "Who are you?" Why do you want to be bad for the good things of the old lady? The voice was neither male nor female, sharp and thick, and unpleasant, just as it had been heard in the thousands of passages before.

Blood Painting looked at her and said nonchalantly, "Do you still need a reason for the deity to do things?" ”

Yuan Fengqing, who was hanging in the air, happened to face the blood painting, and from his pupils, he could vaguely see the appearance of the banshee.

Judging from the back of the banshee, she was tall and thin, with long hair like a waterfall, and a graceful figure lined with white clothes, she thought she was a beautiful banshee. Just because she once saw a fox demon in the fairy realm, she was long and captivating, and she charmed the common people, and she had made many immortal men worship under the pomegranate skirt and end up dying, which left a very deep impression in Yuan Fengqing's heart, thinking that most demons were good-looking, and they were charming, which made it more convenient for them to achieve their goal of devouring the essence and blood of living beings or cultivating.

But what she didn't expect was that above the back of the seemingly charming woman in front of her, there was a weasel's face, not to mention the yellow fur on her face, a pair of eyes that were black and blue, glowing with a faint green light, just like the eyes of a hungry wolf seen at night, and the eyes were full of evil energy, which made people feel a little hairy.

I can't help but think of the guess of the blood painting when I passed through the phantom door, it turned out to be a weasel spirit, no wonder there are so many passages in the cave, they are just illusions created by her, and people can't get out of it!

"Since you and I are fellow believers, why are you embarrassed by me?" Yuan Fengqing's thoughts were interrupted by the extremely ugly voice of the weasel spirit, and he only listened to the blood painting and still said slowly, "Fellow Daoists? You also overestimate yourself, just a thousand-year-old rat demon, how can you talk about being the same as the deity? Joke! ”

His tone was slow and soft, but it sounded sarcastic, so angry that the weasel spirit jumped like thunder, looked up to the sky and screamed, and countless vines in the cave immediately outflanked the blood painting from all directions, only to see that Yuan Fengqing's heart was tight, but he forgot that he was now unable to protect himself, so he forgot to send spiritual power to his limbs, and those vines took advantage of the gap and actually strangled deeply into her flesh and blood, and the pain was like a drill's heart, so that she hurriedly couldn't care about the battle situation in front of her, and quickly retracted her mind, and used her spiritual power to resist the invasion of the vines again.