Fu Lingpei recognized him at a glance, even though he was dressed in black, only a pair of eyes were exposed.

Ding Yi.

Such eyes, even if they are as deep as night and deep in twilight, are still unique, and no one else has them in this life.

Obviously, Ding Yi also recognized her.

Fu Lingpei pursed his lips and secretly said that there is really nothing to be happy about in this situation. What's more, I haven't seen how ripe it is. Seeing the flow of people behind her merging into a stream, chasing after her viciously, she sighed. The muddy waters are muddy, but I can't get out of it......

There were countless thoughts in my heart, but none of them worked.

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer, Ding Yi's eyes lit up, he grabbed Fu Lingpei's hand, and said firmly, "Follow me." With his left hand, he summoned a chestnut jujube boat, and the two of them took off into the air, pulling her to run away. Leaving behind a string of gnashing tails, chasing hard.

It took a long detour. Neither of them spoke, except for the scolding that came from time to time behind them,

Fu Lingpei looked at the front of him quietly, dressed in black and straight, but he was wearing an ordinary black-faced cloak, but he was also worn by the man in front of him with a graceful charm.

It seems that he is the one who spends a lot of money on the black market. No wonder there is always a strange sense of familiarity, this person always has a sense of absurdity that is incompatible with this world, sparse and uninhibited.

It seems that it is too arrogant to cause trouble. She couldn't help but chuckle gloatingly.

The fact that the Jindan monk in the box did not chase after him was a blessing in misfortune......

Fu Lingpei looked at the Jindan male cultivator who appeared in the air silently in front of him, and was stunned, never knowing that he actually had such a mouth cannon potential.

The other party was dressed in a streamer robe, with golden light and flowing runes. Standing on a flying sword, he was looking at the two of them running for their lives with both hands behind their backs. Apparently it has been a long time coming.

"I want to see who is sacred, who dares to grab things from me Meng Xuanjiao!" He put his fingers together, and a water dragon sword qi swept towards him.

Ding Yi's cultivation and promotion were extremely fast, and now he had built a complete foundation, and his whole body was full of spiritual power, and he could be promoted to the Golden Pill at any time. But after all, it is not yet Jindan, and compared with the momentum of the monk in front of him, it is just like a boat swaying in the wind, swaying.

However, Fu Lingpei clearly heard him chuckle, happy and brisk. As if he had been waiting for a long time, he made a maneuver, did not take the attacking attack, and fell directly into the air.

Before he could stand firmly, Fu Lingpei felt that the spiritual pressure around him was completely different.

Formation?

Meng Xuanjiao also landed then and found out that something was wrong. Before he could react, a sky-high giant sword appeared in front of him, volleying and slashing in the air! Wrapped in a full sword qi, it is the famous sword qi of the Beidou Zhenjun of the Guiyi Sword Sect, "a thousand streams return to one"!

His eyes widened before he thought of a possibility, and he couldn't help but burst into tears, and shouted, "You, what a big calculation!" ”

Ding Yi didn't answer, he hid in the fog, pointed his fingers in the air, and Sen Luo visioned, and walked towards Meng Xuanjiao in front of him.

Meng Xuanjiao didn't distinguish between truth and falsehood, his spiritual power swelled, his sword qi swept, and he faced the sword qi in front of him, and shouted in his mouth, "Jian Qing, you come out!" I know it's you! As he spoke, he became angry again, "Despicable villain, seeing that the master favored me, he secretly assassinated him!" When I break through the formation, I will slash you by the sword! ”

Fu Lingpei on the other side, when he fell into the formation, he judged that this was the Seven Kills and Seven Phantom Array. In her previous life, when she traveled, she had seen this description in a travelogue. It is not foggy or illusory, the array is born from the heart, and all kinds of illusions are just caused by the seven emotions and six desires in the heart. Whatever you are most afraid of, you will come.

This killing array is in line with the phantom array, it belongs to the six grades, and now this array will be arranged, and she has not seen two of them in the Xuandong realm. It can be seen that Ding Yi is deeply immersed in this formation. I didn't hear about it in my previous life, and if it wasn't for a coincidence this time, I am afraid I don't know.

This man is hiding a lot.

Fu Lingpei closed his eyes and meditated, all kinds of things in front of him, but his eyes were not overlooked, and his illusion was gone.

Ding Yizhi is not in her, and he will not raise an array to deal with her. However, the monk has always been cold-hearted, and if things are not harmonious, he will not help her. Only to protect yourself.

The Seven Kills and Seven Illusion Array was really extraordinary, but in just half a moment, Meng Xuanjiao was exhausted, and he was panting.

Ding Yi pointed at the same time, turning qi into a sword, and there was a faint burst of sword intent on his fingertips, and he fell directly towards the Jindan monk in front of him.

"Got you!" Meng Xuanjiao suddenly smiled, and the volley fell, and the ten thousand sword qi rebounded along the leaked trace of spiritual power, obviously there was still some strength left.

"Poof-" A bloodshot spilled from the corner of Ding Yi's mouth, obviously hurting a lot, but his dark eyes were even deeper. Five fingers flicked, the four sides moved, and the formation once again covered him.

Only Meng Xuanjiao's unwilling roar was left.

He still underestimated him too much. Meng Xuanjiao has always been proud, domineering, but he is also good at cultivating to Jindan. This cultivation realm is really not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Ding wiped the corners of his mouth, and felt that the face towel in front of him was too much of a hindrance, so he took it off. The face that had just vomited blood was as white as rice paper, but it lined the lips, and it was as glamorous as blood.

He turned his head to look at the other side of the formation, sitting cross-legged in a graceful posture, and chuckled.

"You and I join forces to kill Meng Xuanjiao, and I will send you out of battle, how about it?"

Fu Lingpei was stunned for a moment, it was Ding Yi's voice, low and full of magnetism. Only then did she realize that in just half a year, the original young monk had grown into a man through and through.

"Deal." Fu Lingpei said softly, she knew he could hear.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Lingpei felt that the scenery in front of him changed. looked at Meng Xuanjiao, who was scolding in front of him, and couldn't help but scold in his heart, before he raised his spirit to deal with the person in front of him.

"How are you?" Meng Xuanjiao looked at the black-clothed monk in front of him, and he didn't look down on her, "What about Jian Qing?" Let him come out, what kind of hero is the one who hides his head and tail! ”

"Qianyi, Lithree, Kan Six, Two, Break!"

Fu Lingpei was silent, did not answer, only stepped on the gossip of the Nine Palaces according to his words, took the array as the guide, and added the strength of the array as his own body, and his momentum increased steadily. The spiritual power in the body is full, and when it reaches its peak, it is still a basic fireball technique, the fire spirit is extremely strong, and the surrounding area is filled with extremely hot temperatures, and even the air makes a beeping and popping sound.

Meng Xuanjiao didn't notice it for a while, and the spiritual power cover was suddenly corroded out of many small holes, and the fireball fire spirit around his body was extremely strong, and the water could not be extinguished for a while, and he was in a hurry.

The trick is not old, it is good to be useful. Seeing this, Fu Lingpei struck again with fireballs and walls of fire. With the blessing of the formation, the spiritual power was simply infinite, and all the fire spirits in the air were extracted, and the entire ground space instantly became a sea of fire.

Meng Xuanjiao flew into the air, couldn't resist the pressure of the formation, and fell down again. Layer by layer of spiritual power covers were broken, then repaired, and broken again. Looking up, where is the figure of the blackfriar before?

A quarter of an hour later, under the shameless kite flying method of these two people, Meng Xuanjiao, who was still full of pride and invincibility, ran out of spiritual power and died of grievance. He never imagined that he would die at the hands of two foundation building monks, and even the enemy did not find out.

"Okay, right?" Fu Lingpei said to the air in front of him, "Meng Xuanjiao is dead, and I hope to keep my promise." ”

The fog and fire that had filled the sky disappeared as if it had never existed.

All you can see is a sheep's intestine path, a crooked neck tree with a lush canopy, and a low hill beside the road. The green grass is green, only the black is incomparably distinct, and the bright one seems to be a touch of color between heaven and earth.

Ding Yizheng was lazily leaning against the crooked neck tree, his face was white and almost transparent, his lips were bewitching, and his long black hair was like a black waterfall, which was scattered in the fight, pouring down chaotically, with an astonishing beauty, inadvertently spreading.

He lazily shook the green grass root in his hand, and didn't look at her, his body stood up in a stiff arc, as if he was ready to hurt people at any time.

Before Fu Lingpei could say goodbye, the familiar sound of chasing and scolding came from not far away.

Those people haven't left yet!

Fu Lingpei couldn't help but secretly curse the thief in his heart.

Although the spiritual energy empowerment of the formation allowed Fu Lingpei to increase her spiritual power and consume the dignified Jindan monk alive, it also made her extremely tired, and she could no longer squeeze out a drop of spiritual power from top to bottom of her body. Even if there are spiritual creatures such as the 10,000-year-old stone stalactites, they can't defy the sky to defeat one against three.

And Ding Yi was injured in the front, and it was quite exhausting to preside over the formation, and he had no intention of fighting again.

Seeing that the pursuers were getting closer and closer, Ding Yi frowned, he couldn't care about much, his spiritual power rolled, wrapped around Fu Lingpei's hand, and flew back.

"Meet—don't move!" Ding Yi pressed Fu Lingpei's struggling head with his left hand and said hoarsely.

There is a natural cave next to the hill, and the entrance of the cave is hidden by layers of vines that hang down naturally. Obviously, when Ding Yi set up an ambush in the formation, he had already left a way back for himself and set up a hidden spirit array.

But he didn't calculate that there would be one more.

The cave is very small, and it is a little too compact for one person to sit in a group. More Fu Lingpei, it will be too crowded.

The two faced each other sideways, close to each other, and were close to each other. Fu Lingpei put his hands against each other and tried his best to distance himself, but even so, the rocks behind him were extremely close to his back, and it hurt to rub against him.

So close together that they breathe to each other.

Fu Lingpei turned his head sideways in embarrassment, the tips of his soft hair gently slid across his throat, and his dark eyes tightened.

"How could it not be? The two of them just disappeared here! "Knowing that Suoso's voice was still lingering nearby, it was clear that he would not leave for a while.

Fu Lingpei was shocked, didn't dare to move again, maintained his previous posture, and stopped moving.

Hearing the footsteps gradually moving farther away, Fu Lingpei couldn't help but let out a long breath.

The soft, fragrant female body, with its natural heat, is inseparable from the hard, undulating chest in front of her. Only then did she realize that the chest under her hand was hot, and she hurriedly put down her hand, but she was pressed by the cold hard rock behind her and threw herself into the arms of the person in front of her.

Unexpectedly, it bumped into the eyes of the person in front of him, dark and dreary, but there seemed to be a volcano rushing underneath, turning around, and falling silent again. Obviously immovable like a mountain, partial life only feels that the color is boundless.

Fu Lingpei closed his eyes in embarrassment, and his cheeks were crimson. The black towel covered with the surface seems to be infected with such heat. The crow-blue eyelashes fanned one by one, as if they had touched people's hearts.

"It's coming—"

"It's coming—"

The two of them turned their heads suddenly, and unexpectedly, their lips gently slid over and pressed together.

Fu Lingpei's eyes widened.