(Thanks to Drunken Dance Qingying, I'm not a beauty!) Classmate's pink~! Thank you Li Meng, Jasmine, and classmates for their tips~! ）

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Before refining the spiritual fire, the ink dyed clothes sent the thousand-core female ghost back to the soul cultivation tower, every time the Yin Burning Spiritual Fire attacked, it was a disaster for her from the inside out, although she had adapted to this painful process, but the damage of the spiritual fire to the ghost body was still real.

Feeling the heat in his body that was about to overflow, he stared at the black cocoon in front of him with a good look, it's fast, it's fast......

The Moon Sword Butterfly began to speed up the slaughter, and around the black cocoon, the pile of insect corpses was getting higher and higher.

"Click, click......" The familiar voice sounded again, and the black cocoon was crawling with curved cracks.

The heart of the ink dyed clothes was beating faster and faster uncontrollably, the blood in his body was churning and surging in the direction of the black cocoon, the golden pill was spinning endlessly, and the burning yin spiritual fire that had not completely calmed down was also restless again.

The spiritual power in the body was vigorously swept and jerked, and it was not the first time that he had experienced such a situation, calming his mind, urging Jin Dan, and the true yuan rushed over like a tide, and was swallowed by the ghost mist that permeated the black cocoon......

The dantian became tighter and tighter, as if it was being grabbed and twisted by someone fiercely, the ink dyed clothes smiled bitterly, and the elixir prepared in advance was poured into her mouth without money, but she didn't expect that her cultivation in the later stage of Jindan still couldn't supply the needs of the ghost butterfly, she thought that after escaping death that time, she would never relive the feeling of near-death and resurrection that day.

The ink-dyed clothes frantically squeezed every elixir in their mouths, transmitting all the spiritual energy they contained to the ghost butterflies in the cocoon.

She stared at the cracks in the cocoon, watching them grow deeper, clearer, and separated!

Finally......

At the last moment before the ink-dyed clothes were about to be drained, the bright moon in the sky cast a cold light, blasting the entire butterfly cocoon, and the piles of insect corpses were scattered in all directions, and the scene was a mess.

Ink Dye kept his previous position, sitting cross-legged on the ground, unable to lift his arms. Not to mention hiding. I had to watch the stumps of the insects smash down with a clatter, and I wanted to cry without tears.

The moon is like a pillar, and it leads to the middle of the sky.

The huge inky black wings bathed in the moonlight, flapping slowly, soaring upwards all the way.

It flew faster and faster, as if it were about to fly to the moon through this path of light. After a few moments, the clear figure faded into obscurity, and finally only an afterimage remained.

The light of the moonlight pillar gradually faded and shrank slightly. until it is gone.

A black dot in the sky shone and fell like a meteor, dragging out a long black thread, from high to low, from shallow to dark.

Hula!

A girl with butterfly wings spread out, suspended motionless in mid-air, spreading her wings. Eleven or twelve-year-old appearance, long black hair, almost hanging down to the bare feet, look carefully, Bai Shengsheng's little face can vaguely see the appearance of the past, only a little draw, the bun face has become baby fat, and the big eyes with the same hair color integrate the characteristics of the moon butterfly. It becomes slender, but it is clearer and more spiritual.

At this moment, the top of the moonlight was hidden, pouring a little light, fluttering down, seeping into the butterfly wings, and the corner of the girl's left eye, a pale silver crescent crescent, less than an inch. Contrast with the bright moon in the sky.

The corners of the lips of the ink-dyed clothes laboriously floated. Even though his physical condition at this time was terrible, his heart was full of pride. It made her feel as if she had been re-energized.

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The ink-dyed clothes appeared in front of people again, startling everyone.

Withered grass-like hair, decayed gray face, thin skin and bones, it seems that only half a pair of bones are left, if it weren't for her way of walking, she still walks instead of floating, everyone would think that she has seen a ghost!

As a suspected female ghost, I'm quite calm.

She has been ill for a long time, and she is very familiar with preparing various tonic elixirs for herself.

"How did you do this?" Zhai Bufu heard that his eldest apprentice suddenly said that he wanted to retreat, and surrounded the entire butterfly nest with three layers inside and three layers outside, and the ice was impermeable, so he knew what was going on, and he remembered it in his heart, and threw down a group of boys to continue to practice fiercely in the Wormhole City, and came to the Butterfly Valley to personally guard the apprentice.

Netherworld spirit pets are intolerable to this world, and every evolution is a fight for life, and it is also a very severe test for the master.

Especially from the blood-silk ghost sword butterfly to the black jade ghost sword butterfly, it is equivalent to the promotion of a human monk from Jindan to Yuanying, the only difference is that only the latter will descend a small heavenly tribulation, and the former does not have this.

"It's fine." Can she say that she is used to it, "It's good to cultivate for a while." ”

Zhai Bufu's big fat face wrinkled a bunch of folds, and after rummaging, he threw out dozens of bottles and cans, "It's all healing, see which one is suitable, if it doesn't work, you can eat them all, and you can't eat the dead anyway." ”

Ink-dyed clothing: ......

looked at him with very sad and complaining eyes, and Zhai Bufu, who looked directly, felt furious in his heart.

"Okay, I'll go back if you're fine, I'm still busy over there, for the teacher's old arms and legs, I have to run around to see you, not filial piety, and I don't know how to come and see Lao Tzu......" Zhai Fat Man began to think in pieces, and while reading, his ball-like body moved towards Taniguchi.

His eyes followed the round figure until he was no longer seen, and the ink-dyed clothes suddenly laughed, and the bright smile from the heart dispelled the pale of excessive blood loss a little.

A Zhantang disciple jumped down from the Heavenly Demon Worm and rushed to the ink dyed clothes, "Commander, something happened to the people of the ** Sword Sect!" ”

Deep eyes flashed, "Is there still a living mouth?" ”

"A group of six people, three dead and three wounded."

Hearing that there was still a living mouth, the heart of the ink dyed clothes instantly fell.

She had already confessed that she wanted to take care of the people of the ** Sword Sect, and even if they left the Butterfly Valley, she would send someone to protect them secretly.

"Where are the people now?"

"Captain Chai led people all the way to the largest Heavenly Demon Insect Hive."

Mo Dye Yi nodded with satisfaction, and everything was going according to her plan.

"Go down."

"Yes, Commander."

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"Does anyone know that Mimaru is not on you?" Ink-dyed clothes asked straight to the point.

Hua Suxin saw the ghostly appearance of the ink-dyed clothes now, first stunned, and then annoyed, and the gloom between her eyebrows was gloomy, and she couldn't dissolve it thickly.

"After making a deal with you, I only mentioned one or two to the two junior sisters." (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )