"Who are you?" Zhang Yang asked.

Although he lost his physical body, and his soul was imprisoned by a strange force, his current spiritual sense was more sensitive.

The momentum on the second daughter is amazing, and it is even three points stronger than before.

However, at this point, he only has a wisp of soul left, and he is powerless to resist at all, so he can only be slaughtered.

"Who else could we? Nine-tailed fox! The woman in purple giggled, as pleasant as a silver bell.

"What are you trying to do with me here? What about my flesh? Zhang Yang asked again.

"Hehe, that's funny! It's all at this time, and you're still worried about your physical body, so you're still worried about whether you can keep your soul. Seeing that you also have some Taoism, you should know the pain of being scattered! The woman in purple sneered.

"Ziyi, don't talk nonsense, hurry up and return his Yuan Soul to me! Otherwise, don't blame me for ignoring sisterhood! He snorted coldly, the aura on his body surged, and for a while, the strong wind raged, and the petals of the roll flew one after another.

"Give it back to you?" The woman in purple raised her eyebrows and sneered, "Hehe, sister, you have to have the ability to take it back from me." Jiuyang spirit, I can't ask for it, my sister won't give up lightly. ”

As she spoke, the purple light on her body shone, as if there were countless purple arcs scurrying around her body, making a crackling sound, and the momentum was amazing.

"Look at the move!"

With a stumbling sound, he suddenly reached out his hand.

Swish!

White light flashed, and a silver long sword appeared in her hand out of thin air.

Woohoo!

The blade of the sword swallowed, tearing through the air with a fierce momentum, and went straight to the face of the woman in purple.

It's a pity that at the moment when the sword touched the woman in purple, her figure was slightly distorted, and then turned into pieces of phantom, scattered into nothingness.

It turned out that the long sword stabbed only the afterimage left by the woman in purple after her rapid movement.

The next moment, he had appeared behind the stumbling back.

Swish!

The purple light flashed in his hand, and a long purple whip slashed down, rolling up the thunder light and heading straight to the trampling vest.

It seems that he has expected it, twists his eyebrows, makes a backhand sword, pulls a beautiful sword flower, and rolls the whip.

Zheng!

The long whip straightened, rubbing against the blade of the sword with a terrifying sound.

The two of them are running brightly, and they are full of energy.

Flower petals and green leaves flew up and scattered in all directions.

Zhang Yang felt like a small sampan in the wind and rain, as if he could be torn apart by the wind at any time.

A sense of powerlessness haunted me.

What to do?

What to do!

It's a pity that he didn't have the slightest recourse about losing his body.

At this moment, Zhang Yang felt a cold gale sweeping in, which was completely different from the breath on the second daughter's body.

This is......

Poetry!

She, what's coming?!

"Shhhh Brother Zhang Yang, I'm here to save you. ”

Shishi used spiritual sense to communicate with Zhang Yang.

Immediately, Zhang Yang only felt light, the red umbrella above his head turned into pieces of red shadows and disappeared, and the confinement on his body disappeared immediately.

Airplanes......

With a slight tremor, a wave of qi swept through, shaking him for a while.

The next moment, he felt himself enveloped in a gentle force, and then quickly flew between the roses.

"What people!" The purple cloth swept away the killing moves, stood up, and flew towards the pavilion.

The staggering who stabilized his body also woke up like a dream, and immediately flew up, shouting: "Bold, let him go quickly!" ”

"Catch Miss Ben!" Shishi snorted coldly.

As she spoke, her speed sped up a bit.

I haven't seen you for many days, and my poetry has improved a lot!

Zhang Yang was not pleasantly surprised.

Although Shishi is a thousand miles a day, compared to the two daughters in the battle, there is no chance of winning.

Moreover, now that they are in the formation, the other party occupies a geographical advantage, and the situation is even more worrying.

The poetry and poetry without body method has been six or seven percent hot, and almost in the blink of an eye, it has already crossed hundreds of meters.

However, the scenery in front of me is one after another, and there is no boundless.

Behind him, the second daughter followed closely, seeing the distance getting closer and closer.

Zhang Yang could even feel the compelling momentum on them.

In the distance, the layers of rose bushes seem to be out of sight.

Although I know that this is a trick, it is not easy to break out of the formation.

Especially until now, Shishi has not encountered a trap, and Zhang Yang is even more anxious.

According to common sense, once this kind of magic trap appears, it will not be simple.

Zhang Yang and Shishi grew up together since childhood, and they know Xiao Nizi's situation well.

It is good that the poetry talent is extremely high, but the attainment in the formation is weak and pitiful.

She always walked in a straight line, apparently unaware of it.

Zhang Yang wanted to remind her, but unfortunately he was afraid of disturbing her thinking.

The aspectless body method attaches the most importance to the mental method, and the qi can be formless, silent, and do what the heart wants.

Shout!

What Zhang Yang was worried about finally appeared.

Just as Shishi leaped over a smoky stream, a black mist erupted.

Immediately, a black shadow suddenly jumped up from the water.

Snake!

Zhang Yang could see clearly that the black shadow was the thickness of the mouth of the bowl, and it was covered with the color of black gold.

The triangular head has a blood-red crown, silver eyes, and fangs glowing with a blue cold, which is breathtaking.

"Die!"

Shishi snorted coldly and stabbed backhand.

An ancient dagger carried the wind straight into the snake's open mouth.

Hiss......

The snake was extremely nimble, and at the moment when the blade was close, it struggled to twist, and it could avoid it.

However, it turned its triangular head and bit Shishi's wrist at once.

Worst!

The poem snorted, and Feizhong's body shook slightly, and he was planted among the flowers.

"Damn brute!"

Shishi scolded weakly.

"Shishi, how are you?"

"Hmph, what else, it's over this time."

Shishi said, flicking his wrist, only to hear a buzz, the originally dull silver bracelet suddenly bloomed white.

Immediately, the phantom of a white eagle came out.

"Brother Zhang Yang, follow Diao'er to find your body, and then ...... How far is it...... How far to go. Shishi said with difficulty, her voice staccato and her voice staccato to be.

At this moment, there was a black aura on her pale face, and her aura was getting weaker and weaker.

Hao's wrist that was bitten by the snake was already pitch black.

The poisonous gas was following her meridians all the way up, straight to her heart.

"Shishi, I'm not leaving!" Zhang Yang said it categorically.

Even though I know that I can't leave any of them if I stay here.

However, he also knows that if he leaves her alone, he may not be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.

Although it was only a close relative of the Black Water Snake, the Bowl Mouth Snake had been cultivating for at least a few hundred years.

The snake lurks in the depths of the deep cold spring all year round, absorbing the qi of the yellow spring for a living.

Its poison carries the most yin and soft poison, and once it enters the body, it immediately attacks the heart veins.

If it weren't for Shishi's perennial soaking and cultivation in the Yin and Yang Spring, she would have died at this moment.

But even so, the snake's poison still caused her fatal injuries.

Depending on the situation, as long as there is more tea, it will attack the heart with poisonous gas, even if Da Luo Jinxian is helpless.

"What a pair of crazy men and women." Appeared in front of the two of them out of thin air, smiling teasingly.

"What's the matter, if you are a concubine, you are envious of your sister?" Purple clothes appeared at the same time, and sarcastic voices followed.

"I'm envious, what's wrong?" He asked rhetorically with a sneer.

"It's useless to be envious, men in the world are affectionate, there are too few such men. You are a fox spirit, and everyone hides, so naturally you don't have that kind of good luck. Ziyi said teasingly.

He snorted coldly, ignored Ziyi's sarcasm, and said to Zhang Yang: "I said man, are you really willing to go away with him?" ”

"Hmph, in your hands, what else is there to say. If you want to kill or chop, listen to it! Zhang Yang snorted coldly.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a body, otherwise he would have to hit his second daughter hard at the cost of ashes to avenge Shishi.

"Perhaps, we can talk about the conditions." Said staggeredly.

"Conditions? What conditions? What else is there to say between us! ”

Although there was a trace of expectation in his heart, knowing the identity of the second daughter, Zhang Yang couldn't help but think that the other party was just playing a game of cat and mouse.

"Maybe I can save your little lover."

The staggering words undoubtedly hit the most sensitive nerve in Zhang Yang's heart.

Although we know that there is little hope, it seems to be the last hope for now.

But reason made him can't help but reply: "Joke, there is no cure for the poison of the snake!" ”

"What's the venom of a mere snake?" Sneered.

"You, can you really save her?!" Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and asked.

"Believe it or not!" He pouted his lips and looked like a wisher taking the bait.

"If you can save her and let her go, whatever you say!" Zhang Yang went out.

Even if it's just a joke, he plans to fight for it one last time.

"I said you two. This is my territory, and you should ask for the advice of my mistress! ”

Ziyi's voice suddenly rang out. "This ......" A hint of desperation hit my heart again.

But suddenly he didn't feel right.

The poetic atmosphere beside him is rapidly recovering!

Looking at it again, the poisonous gas on her body really quickly dissipated, but her cheeks were already soaked with tears.

What's going on?!

"Shishi, how do you ......"

Before Zhang Yang finished asking, he suddenly felt that he was wrapped in a strange force, and then he was in a trance.

When his consciousness was restored again, he suddenly found that he had come back to life.

This feeling of flesh and blood has not felt for so long.

He opened his eyes suddenly, looked around, and found him in a boudoir.

Sniffing a familiar smell between his noses, he was almost certain that this was Shishi's bedroom.

"Brother Zhang Yang, you can be considered awake."

"Shishi, what the hell is going on?"

"Brother-in-law, is the matter unclear? We just made a bet. Shishi wins! ”

"You ......"

"I'm sorry, Brother Zhang Yang, I can't help it......"

Although he still hadn't figured out the whole thing, Zhang Yang had already vaguely guessed something.

It's just that what is the relationship between poetry and purple clothes?

Although the Buddhist Medicine Sect is not as radical as most people in the Xuanmen and exterminate all the spirits, it is also the authentic Xuanmen after all, and it stands to reason that they should not be in the company of them.

It's good now, it's called sisters.

And looking at the relationship between each other, it is extremely intimate.

Zhang Yang and Shishi's childhood sweethearts, although they are inseparable due to the difference in sects, but Zhang Yang thinks he still knows a lot about Xiao Nizi's situation.

But now, he was a little incomprehensible.