Qing Yan had thought about meeting Yan Jiu countless times, but he never thought that he would reunite with Yan Jiu in this situation. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The long ink-like hair spread out from his shoulders, and a few strands were attached to Yan Jiu's cheeks, and the complexion was as pale as snow, the delicate distant mountain eyebrows were not described, and a pair of rippling peach blossom eyes, even if they were closed, they showed beautiful arcs, and the eyelashes were clearly long and curly, but the once delicate lips faded at this time, and they showed a little weakness.

Qing Yan has never seen such a Yan Jiu, it turns out that the former sister Yan Jiu, after fading the strength and courage on her face, turned out to be like this, Qing Yan looked at Yan Jiu almost greedily, as if she wanted to imprint Yan Jiu into her eyes and engrave it in her heart

"Sister Yan Jiu, how are you! Ah Jing half-hugged Yan Jiu and shook Yan Jiu who was leaning on his shoulder, the shaking force was like pulling an ignorant tree!

If ordinary people were shaken like this, they would have vomited a long time ago! But Yan Jiu on Ah Jing's shoulder did not react.

"Sister Yan Jiu, Brother Feng is not here, don't scare me!" Seeing that Yan Jiu didn't react, Ah Jing was even more anxious at the moment, and the strength of this hand was not light or heavy.

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore, Ah Jing behind Yan Jiu was gently pushed away, Ah Jing was about to get angry, but he stood up as if he had bitten his tongue, "It's you, Brother Feng." ”

Ah Jing is secretly crazy in her heart, why do I suddenly feel empty? Obviously I didn't do anything!

It was the monsoon that replaced Ah Jing, and the monsoon took Yan Jiu into the crook of his arm, and hugged Yan Jiu up with one force.

Yan Jiu closed his eyes and snuggled up in the crook of the monsoon with a pale face.

Ji Feng looked at Yan Jiu, there seemed to be lingering confusion in those starry eyes, Yan Jiu, who are you?

It seems ordinary, but it is full of suspicions, even if the cultivation is low, weak as you, you will gamble your life for a promise.

Ji Feng looked at Yan Jiu's fingers, and on the jade-white slender fingers, there were golden Taoist texts entwined in them, becoming a bond between the two.

Ji Feng hugged Yan Jiu and walked towards the way he came, but unexpectedly, he was blocked by a long sword with a flickering cold light, blocking the way.

"In Xia Kunlun Qingyan, I don't know where Your Excellency is going to take my sister?"

Ah Jing on the side was blinded again, Ji Feng is Yan Jiu's elder brother, this cold monk who calls himself Qing Yan, and says that Yan Jiu is his sister!

Ah Jing slapped his forehead and said suddenly: "It turns out that you are a family!" ”

But then Ah Jing looked at the tense monsoon and Qingyan like a bullfight, and muttered to himself.

"Why is Sister Yan Jiu's family just having different names, why do they still look like they don't know each other? It's okay if you don't know each other, how can you still look like a rival in love and red-eyed? The more I look at it, the more it looks like two men fighting for one woman written in the book! ”

At this moment, before Ah Jing could figure it out, he suddenly heard a long sound of breaking the air coming from afar! Ah Jing turned his head to look, but saw a monk wearing a cloak and a mask, stepping into the air from a distance.

"It turned out that the monk who threw the thunderstorm bead at the Blood Buddha said that the man wearing the mask was either extremely beautiful or extremely ugly! I wonder why he's wearing a mask? ”

Ah Jing looked at the monk's bare face outside the mask, "You don't look bad, is it because you are afraid that people will recognize you?" ”

Before Ah Jing could finish muttering here, the monk who came in time took the lead! I saw that his five fingers were opened, and five crystal silk threads of different colors burst out from his fingertips, straight in the direction of the Blood Buddha!

But then the silk thread that burst out was blocked by a cold sword light, knocking the silk thread off and turning it to one side.

The five silk threads passed by the dying Blood Buddha and catapulted directly into the black water swamp in front of the Blood Buddha.

The black water swamp was like ice cream in the sun, and most of it collapsed silently in an instant.

And the one who stopped the silk thread was the Qing Yan who stood in front of the Blood Buddha with a sword.

"Wow! It's amazing! Ah Jing looked at the collapsed black water swamp in amazement, and he didn't know whether he was praising Qing Yan or sighing at the strength of the monk.

"It's funny," said the masked monk, laughing instead of being obsessed.

He brushed his fingertips and looked at Qing Yan with a wicked smile, "I don't have ice attribute spirit silk yet, you can be my spirit silk, okay?" ”

Qing Yan heard this, his eyes condensed, Lingsi? Is this man ......

The so-called "spiritual silk" is to peel the skin and sacrifice the monks with good qualifications, and condense the bones, essence blood, talents, cultivation, and attributes of the monk's whole body into a special silk thread with a special secret method, which is the spiritual silk!

As long as this spiritual silk is completed, it can contain all the cultivation of the sacrificial cultivators, and it can simply become an existence comparable to a spiritual treasure! However, because of the need to "sacrifice monks alive", the monks who sacrifice spiritual silk have always been ashamed of the righteous path!

Once because of the possession of spiritual silk, the sect with infinite scenery for a while, the random door, was attacked by a group of righteous monks, and the door was destroyed overnight, and the entire sect lost 1,221 lives, none of which were spared, all with the exercise of "Refining the Spirit", burned to the ground.

Thinking of this, Qing Yan couldn't help but have a dark eye, there have always been rumors that the son of the owner of the random sect is self-conscious, because he practiced in another sect and survived, is this true?

"Are you, casual and self-conscious?" Qing Yan spoke, although it was a question, but there was a bit of certainty in his words.

"Oh?" When the monk wearing the mask heard this, he smiled slyly, "I really didn't expect that someone else would recognize me, I really deserve to be a master disciple of Kunlun." ”

Do you know that I'm from Kunlun? Qing Yan pondered, could it be that he had come to Kunlun to receive apprentices? I just don't know where he comes from.

"You don't have to think about it, I was indeed there when your master Zhengyuan took you as an apprentice", Guan Ziyi smiled and brushed the half of his cheeks covered with a mask, "It's just that I didn't use this skin." ”

"At that time, you were just a child, but I didn't expect you to be so old now, too," Guan Ziyi said and laughed in a low voice, "Only ripe fruit tastes good......

After that, Guan Ziyi has five fingers, and thousands of silk threads burst out, wrapping in the direction of Qingyan!

"Your spirit silk, I'm going to decide!"

Qing Yan stared, clenched the long sword in his hand, held the sword body and slowly rotated from left to right, every trace of rotation seemed to contain a certain kind of avenue rhythm.

There was an invisible sword qi condensed in front of Qing Yan's body, and the wisps ran through it, forming an impermeable sword net as fine as silk, blocking those who came from the sudden attack out of the sword light!

"Broken!"

Qing Yan snorted softly, and the sword light burst out, and all the silk threads that were wrapped around were twisted!

Attack is the best defense, seeing that the silk thread was broken, Qing Yan bullied up, the sword rose and fell, and a piece of ice flew towards Guan Ziyi......

Ah Jing looked at the monk with a greedy look in her eyes, and then looked at the blood Buddha lying on her side like a weak body, and finally she looked up at the clear inkstone that was in a ball, and looked at herself.

This treasure is still lost, didn't you come here to grab the treasure?

"Treasure, I'm coming!" Ah Jing rubbed his hands excitedly, took a step, and flew violently in the direction of the Blood Buddha.

And immediately behind Ah Jing was a group of monks who seemed to see blood and mosquitoes!

There is a way that ants bite the elephant to death, not to mention the swarming foundation monks, for a while, the body of the blood Buddha, it seems to have become a spell, weapon display platform, this person a gun, that person a sword, this person a move "XX technique", that person a "XX trick", do everything he has learned in this life, use all kinds of methods, and spare no effort to scavenge as much as possible from the blood Buddha.

At this time, the Blood Buddha no longer has the previous shaking head and tail, full of spirit, although the Blood Buddha is strong in the flesh, but its body is comparable to the scale armor of the immortal weapon, which is to protect the fragile inside.

At that time, the "Hu Xu" he swallowed exploded in his body, directly destroying the blood Buddha's internal organs.

Now, there are more people who are like crazy demons, attacking in groups, the blood Buddha flicks the broken fishtail, it turns its huge body, and wants to shake the monks on its body, but this seems to be in vain in front of many monks.

There is always a group of monks who have just shaken off and a group of monks who have turned over and are crushed to death or injured by themselves, the more excited those cultivators become, and they always pick up the things dropped by those monks first, or make up for the seriously injured monks! Then come back and continue to pry the scales on your body!

Am I really going to die?

The Blood Buddha thought very seriously, and at that moment, the Blood Buddha was rarely calm, and his head was unprecedentedly lucid.

How long has it been since I had this thought? When he was just a small "fish fry", he followed his own master and came to the Lintian Realm.

Yes, I still have the master! But where did the master go?

The Blood Buddha shook his head irritably, it had been too long, and he didn't remember it anymore.

I only remember that the owner seems to have left something for himself, what is it?

"Shhhhh

It turned out that the scale armor on his body was pried off, but then the Blood Buddha became happy, and the pale golden scale armor on its body became as red as the morning glow.

I remember! The owner left himself a place to hide!

Just when the Blood Buddha was secretly happy, Yan Jiu on the other side also "woke up" from his drowsy consciousness at this time......

"When, where is this?"

Yan Jiu opened his eyes, the confusion in his eyes, but when he saw the situation around him clearly, he instantly sobered up.

The four fields are empty, and he stands on the water waves in the air, and the water surface under his feet is quiet, but like transparent glass, he sees the opposite side directly.

"I'm obviously stealing the Blood Buddha Incense, how did I come here?" Yan Jiu frowned and fell into memory......

At that time, the meat beard was withdrawn, and he wanted to seize the blood Buddha incense that was close to him, but suddenly he heard a series of continuous explosions.

At that moment, Yan Jiu seemed to hear the loud roar of firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, and Yan Jiu didn't remember what happened after that! She only remembered that before her consciousness fell into darkness, she seemed to see the phantom of the giant beast emerge again!

"Here? My sea of knowledge! ”

Yan Jiu stared at his feet and looked at his feet, behind the glass-like water, there was a giant beast lying there lazily, a giant beast with snow-white skin and fluorescent, its whole body was covered with golden swirl cloud patterns, and with a pair of gray and clear vertical pupils, it looked straight at himself on the "mirror surface".

It was a strange feeling, as if I was not facing a giant beast, but a mirror, and the person standing at the other end of the mirror was another self.

"Why is there a giant beast phantom in my sea of consciousness?"

Suddenly, Yan Jiu thought of Yan Qing's mother, his "grandmother" with demon blood.

Yes, I almost forgot the fact that I was an albino version of a chipmunk in addition to looking like a person.

"So," Yan Jiu touched his chin, "this is what chipmunks look like when they grow up?" ”

Yan Jiu whistled lightly, "It looks really good." ”

But then, Yan Jiu made a mistake again, he still wanted to seize the blood Buddha incense, how could he kill time in his sea of consciousness!

As soon as he thought of going out, he saw the kneeling giant beast on the opposite side standing up and walking towards him step by step with graceful steps......