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He withdrew from the rapidly spreading gray under his feet, this spreading gray brought him a trace of coldness, and he felt the boundless killing intent and the cold wind in it.

Jian Shanqiao didn't hide her figure, and when the other party took a step back, she stood out from the shadows, and it happened that at this time, the crescent moon revealed the clouds, imprinting her blood-red figure.

With the cultivation of the sixth layer of the foundation, he even felt threatened by this Jindan monk.

"Thou hast cut myself off." A strange light flashed in Monk Jindan's eyes, he knew that many people had died, but he didn't expect that Jian Shanqiao would take the initiative to come to him.

"I can help you." Jian Shanqiao's figure swayed from side to side, his steps were strange, and he could only see a ball of red light flickering, and the red sky in his hand was blooming with red flames.

A sneer flashed in the man's heart, although Jian Shan skillfully solved many people, but she was not conceited enough to be hostile.

He was very jealous of the gray range circle under his feet, but if he wanted to deal with Jian Shanqiao, then he would have to enter this range.

Monk Jin Dan let out a cold snort from his mouth, pinched the seal in his hand, and the flying sword in the storage bag flew out in an instant, hanging above his head, seven flying swords, from red to purple.

Bursts of majestic spiritual power poured into the seven flying swords from his body, exuding a strong sword aura, such a sword aura, the previous combined array could only barely have the power of the golden pill, and it was not comparable to the one in front of him at all.

As soon as Jian Shanqiao's mind moved, the spiritual power of the words was instantly borrowed by her, and her cultivation rose rapidly, approaching the momentum of Jindan.

"With external forces! How can you be my enemy! Monk Jin Dan sneered, and the flying sword quickly stabbed towards Jian Shanqiao.

Jian Shan Qiao smiled, and from her side, she began to condense frantically, and countless spirit bodies transformed into shapes, which were divided into seven defenses, and resisted the attack for Jian Shanqiao.

But their defense was weak, and they only weakened the power of the seven flying swords, and they immediately collapsed and scattered.

This is a bit of a weakening, but for Jian Shanqiao, it is enough.

Her body hurriedly stepped forward, the red flame in her hand flashed, and she slashed forward, and a red flame blade turned into a sword qi, disintegrating the attack of the seven swords.

The Jindan monk is still shocked by the inexplicable spirits, these spirits, those foundation building monks have not heard of them, but he knows.

"Soul Imprisonment! You are his incoming! Brother Jindan's eyes showed horror, and the fear in his heart was beyond measure.

If Jian Shanqiao is really his introductory ...... Well, everyone here can't escape this time.

This Jindan monk had not personally seen the Prisoner Spirit Technique, but he had seen a description of this matter in a history of cultivating the True Field, and those spirits at this time were no different from those mentioned in the book.

After all, the wild history was recorded thousands of years ago, and the authenticity needs to be investigated. He didn't believe it when he first saw it, but now when he looks at it, a cold sweat is dripping from his back.

The book says that the person has refined a total of seven evil tripods, which can absorb all of that person after death, so that people cannot return to the spiritual heaven after death.

That person, using this evil ding, killed from Xiazhou to Shangzhou, up to the top monks, down to the newborn baby, there is no theorem, once encountered, he will not show mercy.

And the dead will be transformed into translucent spirits and stored in the Ding, where they will come out to fight for him when he needs to.

The life span of that man was infinitely long, but one day, the world appeared in boundless darkness, and after that, the madman was never seen again, and the world was restored to its original state.

Monk Jin Dan had no intention of fighting at this time, and he didn't want to ask for the 100,000 spirit stones anymore, he never thought that everything in the book was all facts.

Jian Shanqiao's eyes flashed, that person, if she was not mistaken, was the master of the Ascending Evil Ding. She glanced at the Chixiao in her hand, and the owner of Chixiao used to be just as earth-shattering.

Are they alone?

As if to answer the doubts in Jian Shanqiao's heart, a passage came from Qingshan, who had not spoken for a long time. "Chixiao and Ascending Evil Ding were not created by the same person."

Jian Shanqiao had more questions, but Qingshan had not answered, seeing this, Jian Shanqiao sighed lightly, she didn't know that she was related to those people, whether it was Chixiao or this Ascending Evil Ding, they all chose her.

That Jindan monk has no intention of fighting again, he just wants to leave here as soon as possible, as for those who are still chasing and killing Jian Shanqiao, let them fight for the 100,000 spirit stones themselves.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Jian Shanqiao's mouth, she looked at the person who fled from her quickly, her body moved, and she followed closely, and those spirits were also rushing up at an extremely fast speed.

Everyone here, this time, can't go.

Jian Shanqiao shook the red sky in his hand, and the thick sword qi turned into a red dragon, and roared towards the Jindan monk, revealing a hideous forest mouth.

Where the sword qi passed, a piece of black soil was scorched, and with a roar, the trees in front of it were all knocked down, opening up a path.

"Fight!" Brother Jin Dan also fully understood now that Jian Shanqiao would not let him go, but he still underestimated Jian Shanqiao's spirit body.

After he stopped, the spirits quickly wrapped around his body, and from a distance, the Jindan monk was wrapped in a huge gray air mass.

The air mass was getting smaller and weaker, but the spirits were rapidly condensing and rushing up.

After repeated tossing, when the air mass completely calmed down, only a dry bone remained in that position.

Those gray shadows rolled up the monk's golden pill and sent it to Jian Shanqiao, and she threw it into the Ascending Evil Ding without hesitation, feeling the spiritual power fed back by the Ascending Evil Ding.

But at this time, it began to rain lightly in the sky, and then gradually increased the rain.

In this mountain range, the raindrops gradually became heavier, lining the silence, accompanied by rain and mist, lightning and thunderbolts, and the sound of the dense forest leaves in the mountains.

In this rainy night, Jian Shanqiao did not deliberately use spells to avoid the rain, and let the rain hit her head, and the blood stains on her white shirt were washed away by the rain, slowly returning to her original color.

Her gaze was calm, and there was a rustling sound of footsteps on the raindrops and waterlogged leaves on the ground.

It seems that all the thrilling things happened on such a rainy night, and after the rain stopped, there were nothing but bloodless bones. The blood that flowed for a long time was washed away by the rain, soaked into the soil, stained the land red, and then gradually lost its color.

In a corner of the dense forest, at this time, eight monks stopped the search and rested in a cave, they were a small group, they did not belong to any sect, and this time they were here to get the 100,000 bounty.

The flames burned with special materials, illuminating the cave transparently, and the fire in the middle was full of shadows and shadows, swaying in the wind. Seeing that the light of the fire was weakening, one of the monks took a red flame stone from his storage bag and threw it into the fire.

With a pop, the flames instantly rose to a higher height, and the fire grew larger again.