Chapter 59: Flying Stream

The beard's face changed drastically, and he cried out in fear. http://——/Yang Yi was also pale at this time, and when he drove the rune treasure twice, the spiritual power in his body had been pumped out. However, at this time, Yang Yi did not hesitate at all, and with a finger of his hand, the "Heaven-Turning Cymbal" rune treasure immediately shot out, and went straight to the beard that was still trapped in the dungeon talisman, making his face like dirt and his soul scattered.

The sky-turning cymbals are good in the wind, surrounded by aura, golden light, and the momentum is really amazing. When it reached the top of the bearded head, it was unceremoniously gone. "Bang," "Ah," and the ground shook violently after a loud bang and a scream from the beard.

After extinguishing the beard, Yang Yi put away the talisman treasure, and the sky-turning cymbals immediately returned to their original form and flew back to Yang Yi's hands. Where the rune treasure hit, there was a big pit more than ten zhang large and more than one zhang deep, and the beard and his two spirit beasts had already become a mess of mud, and they couldn't tell you and me apart.

In the face of the earth-turning cymbals, whether it was the yellow light shield of the dungeon charm or the protective green cover of the beard, it was as if it did not exist, and it could not be stopped in the slightest, and it was also crushed and crushed together.

Seeing that the battle was over, Zhou Moyang no longer hid his figure and turned to Yang Yi's body. Yang Yi, who had just taken the elixir and was sitting cross-legged on the ground to recover his spiritual power, suddenly found that someone had appeared and was shocked. When Zhou Moyang came, the expression on Yang Yi's face relaxed slightly, and he pretended to be faint and said, "It's Senior Brother Zhou, who is my Dao?"

Zhou Moyang didn't care, with a faint smile, he asked: "What a coincidence, Senior Brother Yang, how can you be the only one left here, have the other fellow sects already gone to Feishengjian, why haven't you seen one along the way?"

There are many doubts, so Zhou Moyang has this question. "I don't know much about this matter, but after entering the fairyland, I have also sent a transmission note and found other senior brothers. Maybe it's bad luck that the teleportation distance is too far, and I haven't found any of them. Didn't you just come here to explore, it just so happened that Senior Brother Zhou was here. It's better for me to go together, and then look for the entrance of the Feisheng Stream, whoever finds it first and informs the other party, so that there is a response. ”

Hearing this, he smiled, Zhou Moyang turned around with his hands behind his back, "It's okay, then there is Senior Brother Lao Yang, Senior Brother, I will go to find it first," ......

Between the two peaks, in the mountain stream dozens of zhang wide, the white mist flows slowly like water. In the meantime, it is like being in the clouds, and it is like a mountain stream. From time to time, the figure of a monk flashed in the mountain stream, but he looked around, not knowing what he was looking for.

Here, two women walked side by side. A young woman in a beige dress looked left and right, and asked curiously: "Senior sister, this is the Flying Stream," "Everything is immortal, people can be immortals, birds have feathers to fly, and they can't ascend to heaven." How can a man fly without feathers, even if he has feathers, but with the same feathers, and with the help of external objects,...... This is the Flying Stream, "The woman who muttered to herself, dressed in white and better than snow, looked like a quiet orchid, and looked like a cold moon." It is Wang Fuyu.

Then she paused, the pear vortex on her cheeks was shallow, with a faint smile, and she said helplessly: "Peipei, you are the only descendant of the master who has a spiritual root, and you have just started, and the foundation has not been built for a long time. When Master came, there was a cloud and asked me to protect you. This Da Luo Tian, it's better not to go, when the two realms soar, the soul palpitations move with courage, the soul descends and the soul leaves, this stream blocks yin and yang, chases the soul and leaves the soul, and the cultivation is not enough, even if you find the soul fixing grass, it is not easy to walk through this flying stream,"

"It's rare to have the opportunity of this experience, how can Pei Pei be willing to retreat, senior sister rest assured, if there is an accident, junior sister, I will protect myself," the young woman in the beige dress who spoke was named Zhuang Pei, who was Wang Fuyu's master, the great-granddaughter of Zhuang Xinyan, a monk in the middle of the Jindan period of Qinghua Palace. As a great-ancestor, Zhuang Xinyan was just Zhuang Pei's stubbornness, so he had to beg his master, the sect master of Qinghua Palace, Taizhen Sanren, to give him a place, and let his beloved disciples bring Zhuang Pei into the fairyland.

I heard the seniors of the sect mention that the more you go to the depths of the fairyland, the more dangerous it is. And Zhuang Pei has a weak appearance, but his temperament is stubborn and unyielding. For this reason, Wang Fuyu was worried, but couldn't help but speak out to dissuade him. Seeing that she was unmoved, she could only shake her head secretly.

"Senior sister, what is this soul fixing grass, why do you have to find it when you enter the stream, is there no other place," because of Zhuang Xinyan's relationship, Zhuang Pei regarded Wang Fuyu as a relative, and she asked with an intimate look.

Wang Fuyu smiled slightly, and replied softly: "There are clouds in the classics of the sect, and any thing that restrains each other must be accompanied by each other, such as poisonous weeds and poisons, there must be an antidote not far away." This soul-fixing grass has the effect of driving away evil spirits and fixing the soul, and the flying stream is away from the soul, so this thing grows in this stream, presumably it is not accidental, and it can help the foundation monks to get out of the flying stream. At this point, lest Zhuang Pei not understand, she patiently explained: "This stream is not more than a hundred miles long, but the flowing clouds and mist in the stream will give birth to illusions to hurt people's souls. If the monk's soul spirit is not strong enough, he can only be harmed by borrowing the power of the soul grass,"

"Thank you, senior sister, for solving your doubts, after this hundred miles of flying streams, you must be able to enter Daluo Tianzhong." Zhuang Pei's tone was a little fascinating.

Wang Fu walked forward, paying attention to the movement in the mountain stream in his consciousness. In the crack of the stone not far ahead, a soul-fixing grass was discovered, which immediately attracted several monks to come forward and snatch it. She frowned slightly and said, "Ziwei Wonderland has its own world......

Before he finished speaking, he heard Zhuang Pei shout in surprise, "Senior sister, there is a soul-fixing grass on the cliff," and as he spoke, he had already raised his body and flew straight to the cliff dozens of feet away. At the same time, several figures came first, and they had already grabbed her ahead.

The soul fixing grass in his eyes and hands was about to be snatched away, Zhuang Peibei's teeth were tightly clasped, and he raised his hand to sacrifice a streamer, and the spirit swept forward like a snake. The few monks who participated in the robbery were all masters in the middle and late stages of foundation building, and when they saw a woman being aggressive, they didn't pay attention to it at all.

The sword flashed, and a flying sword blocked the castration of the streamer. Zhuang Pei, who was in mid-air, did not pause, and Zhuang Pei, who was desperate, flashed anger in his eyes, and scolded: "You are shameless," a small flying sword, with a "hum" explosion, with a dazzling sword, went straight to the person who blocked it. At this time, Zhuang Pei was like two people with the weak and well-behaved woman before.

"Haha, the Soul Fixing Grass is in hand, this trip is worry-free," the other monk had already taken the first step to obtain the Soul Fixing Grass, laughing, and wanted to get rid of the entanglement of the person behind him and flee alone. The flying sword that "snatched" Zhuang Pei was blocked by the armor of the person who had just taken out the sword. The Soul Fixing Grass flew away and was attacked by a woman from behind. The man was annoyed and angry, and his fierce face was revealed, and he turned around and scolded: "Stinky girl, looking for death,"

Zhuang Pei snorted secretly, turned his body in mid-air, and went to chase the soul grass, but the other party reluctantly blocked the way. Unfazed, she recalled the streamers and flying swords, and was about to fight when she suddenly saw a silver-white ribbon flash in front of her eyes like a swift wind.

With a "bang", the ribbon went to the dragon, and the monk in the middle of the foundation building flew away. Zhuang Pei's face was overjoyed, and when he saw the familiar figure, it swept past him like a breeze, and in an instant, he chased after the monk who had snatched the soul grass and sacrificed a flying sword. The man smelled the movement behind him, looked back and was shocked, knowing that he was invincible, he hurriedly threw the soul leaving grass in his hand back, and desperately fled forward.

Wang Fuyu pointed like an orchid, gently flicked, and after ingesting the soul leaving grass into his hand, he slowly stopped his body and fell gently. Her clothes were not raised, her expression was indifferent, and the few foundation building monks fled just now, just shaking their heads lightly at Zhuang Pei.

Zhuang Pei had already returned to normal, and ran to Wang Fuyu's side, her face was crimson, bringing out a bit of embarrassment, and thanked her: "Thank you senior sister for helping," a verdant soul fixing grass, with a strange fragrance, fell into her hand, she raised her eyes, and the latter had turned around and walked forward slowly.

Bei Ya bit his lower lip lightly, and Zhuang Pei's feet hesitated slightly, and then silently followed. At this time, a figure walked by, looking back with curiosity and smiling: "Hehe, it turns out that there is a soul fixing grass in this mountain stream," and with vigilance, Zhuang Pei hurriedly put away the things in his hand.

The two monks walked together, and it was one of them who spoke with a smile on his face. The other person is tall and straight, with a delicate and handsome face, especially under a pair of jet-black knife eyebrows, his eyes are like stars, and his expression is extraordinary. He glanced at Zhuang Pei curiously, and then his gaze fell on the white figure in front of him.

"Haha, soul fixing grass is not a rare thing, this girl is really stingy," Seeing that Zhuang Pei was very hostile, the man who spoke smiled disapprovingly. These two are Yang Yi and Zhou Moyang. After a lot of tossing, the two finally found a teleportation formation in the middle of the pond and came to the Flying Stream.

Although Zhou Moyang's soul is strong, and Yang Yi also has the cultivation of the late stage of foundation building, but for the sake of caution, the two still want to find the soul fixing grass first, and along the way, Zhou Moyang and Yang Yi will go much faster.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Moyang, who was weak in heart, was afraid of being teased by the other party again, so he didn't dare to speak out loud, so he deliberately slowed down and distanced himself from Wang Fuyu.

When the two of them found the Soul Fixing Grass and walked to the Flying Stream, Wang Fuyu and Zhuang Pei were gone. The stream was foggy, and the towering mountains were facing each other, and the sky was much darker here. In the windless mountain stream, the clouds and mist are slowly surging, and there is a yin wind attacking the body. "Is there really a ghost in this stream, my hairs are standing up," Yang Yi muttered palpitatingly, and his feet became a little hesitant, and Zhou Moyang's feet also became cautious. The two of them glanced at each other, crushed the soul fixing grass in their hands, and slowly walked into the stream.

The clouds and mist that poured around him, with a heavy cold air, faded before he could reach his clothes, which should be the effect of the Soul Fixing Grass. Even so, the bone-chilling chill was still slowly coming, making people's hearts beat wildly.

He hadn't gone far when a figure appeared in front of him. It was a monk in the early stage of foundation building, shouting alone like a hysteria, alarming the other monks in the past, Zhou Moyang and Yang Yi also stopped far away, looking at it in amazement,