Lingyu said it domineeringly, and her life-saving kung fu was unambiguous.

Not to mention the fact that he prepared a bunch of spirit runes, he also ran to find Wei Wuyi and asked for a bunch of life-saving secrets. Wei Wuyi looked at her meaningfully for a while, not only met her request, but also gave her a palm-sized jade sword, and even patted her on the shoulder and said, "True disciple, take good care of you for the teacher!" ”

Bah! Let's see her die faster! Lingyu complained in her heart, and her face was very well-behaved: "Thank you, Master." ”

Qian Jiale and Fang Xinyan's master didn't come, but it doesn't matter, they are not the only master who can blackmail. Qian Jiale went to find his senior sister Yuexiu, and Fang Xinyan went to find Danjin, who had a good relationship with Fang Jinwei.

The three of them grinded hard and soaked hard, each using their own means, and returned with a full load.

"I finally have some confidence." Lingyu stuffed a large handful of spirit runes into the Qiankun bag.

Fang Xinyan picked up a fiery seed and said with a smile: "It's terrible for my master to know, I owe Uncle Danjin a lot of favors." ”

Lingyu waved her hand absentmindedly: "You can always repay the favors you owe, just don't owe people lives." ”

"Senior Sister Cheng is right." Qian Jiale touched the bag, "Everything is ready, it's time to play with your life." ”

Both of them are a bit single, and since they have come to the Linhai battlefield, there is no reason not to fight. It's just that the small life must also be carefully protected, otherwise, it is not easy to fight for a future, but there is no life to enjoy, wouldn't it be too much of a loss?

Lan Muyang didn't let them wait too long, and soon released the first task.

Go deep into the battlefield and rescue your comrades.

This task is very common, and it is suitable for new practitioners. Before they came, there had been a great battle, and both monks and demon beasts had many dead and wounded, and some were seriously injured and could not return. Can only hide on the battlefield and wait for rescue.

The three of Lingyu naturally advanced and retreated together, so they took over the task together. In addition to the three of them, there were seven other people, ten people were a small team, and the leader of the team, Lingyu, was also familiar with it, and he was the chief deacon of Lanyue Peak. Tu Qiurong.

"Senior Sister Tu, long time no see." Lingyu stepped forward to say hello.

Tu Qiurong turned his head to see her and smiled: "Senior Sister Cheng, you are here too." ”

For Tu Qiurong, Lingyu has a good impression, and during the period of living in Lanyue Peak, he should be in charge of affairs, and there has never been a shortage, after building the foundation. There was a lot of pointing. In the past few years, there have been occasional contacts, and they are not eager, but they have always treated each other sincerely.

After some greetings, people gradually became together. Tu Qiurong gathered everyone. Zhengrong said: "Junior brothers and sisters, everyone is clear about the content of the task, there are two points, I want to emphasize. First. Do not leave the team without permission; Second, no matter what happens, inform the tour leader. You can't do either of these things. Life and death at your own risk! ”

She had a solemn countenance, was born majestic, and when she said it, she was imposing, suppressing their group of recruits who had just come to the battlefield.

Tu Qiurong eased his tone again: "Of course, Senior Uncle Lan has explained before, everything is now, life comes first, if you fall into a situation of last resort, you can act cheaply." ”

One tight, one loose, this Senior Sister Tu has been a deacon for many years, and this set is very good. Of course, although these people in the team are not as good as her, most of them have teachers, and it is difficult to really convince an ordinary disciple. Tu Qiurong doesn't care about this, as long as she can get by on the face, when the mission comes back, it has nothing to do with her.

"If you have no opinion, let's arrange it." Tu Qiurong took out a special animal skin map and unfolded it, and carefully told everyone about the location of the search and the precautions. After finishing speaking, he clapped his hands: "Do you remember everything?" ”

Everyone nodded.

Tu Qiurong smiled slightly, and summoned his flying magic weapon: "Then let's go." ”

Ten rays of light swept up and flew towards the depths of the battlefield.

Lingyu steadfastly controlled the flying sword and followed closely behind Tu Qiurong.

As they delved deeper into the battlefield, bloody scenes came into view.

Everywhere there are traces left by the fighting method, fire, water rush, wind roll, lightning split, there is hardly a piece of intact land, and there is no trace of trees, let alone buildings. Although the battlefield was swept away, and no corpses were left, there were always some fragments, limbs, and large patches of blood, which almost stained the ground red.

Even if the demon cultivator retreats, these lands will no longer be able to be cultivated, unless they have been recuperated for hundreds of years......

I knew the destructiveness of the war, but I saw it with my own eyes, and I knew how strict it was, and Linhai was afraid that it would be abandoned for hundreds of years.

An hour later, when they arrived at their destination, a group of people landed on the ground, and Tu Qiurong gave an order and scattered to search.

There are many plains in the eastern part of Lingcang, but there are many undulating hills near the sea, the highest is only two or three hundred zhang, and even the mountains cannot be called, which is very troublesome for the search operation.

Most of the monks who can survive to search have the art of concealment, and their divine sense may not be accurate. Moreover, this is a battlefield, leaving too many aura fluctuations behind, which will affect judgment.

Lingyu carried the sword and walked cautiously on the blood-red low slope, not using her divine sense, but spreading out the spirit net, searching inch by inch.

Suddenly, a thread on the spirit net jumped, and Lingyu walked along the thread.

Next to a large tree that had been knocked down by a thunder spell, there was a pale-faced man who looked as if he was dead, but the spirit net felt a faint breath.

Lingyu cautiously approached and observed. This person is wearing a dark robe, it seems to be a magic weapon, I can't see the material, the style is ordinary, it is not the clothing of any sect, the cultivation is probably in the middle stage of foundation building, there is no unique breath of the demon clan on his body, it should be a human monk.

"This fellow Daoist, wake up!" Lingyu didn't reach out to push it, but injected the true yuan into the sound in an attempt to wake up.

No response.

After thinking about it, Lingyu held the Kan Li Sword in her hand and touched his veins with the other hand.

The whole time, the man didn't move, which made her guard relax a little. Before coming, Tu Qiurong asked them to pay attention, don't pounce on people when they see them, first, some demon cultivators will transform into shapes, and it will be bad if they make a mistake in judgment, and second, the monks who fight on the battlefield are extremely vigilant, and it is not good if they are injured by mistake.

As soon as his hand touched the door, he woke up. Lingyu heard the moaning sound and saw the man trembling and opening his eyelids.

"This fellow Daoist, are you okay?"

When the man heard the voice, he sat up suddenly, his fists clenched, and assumed a defensive posture, but then he relaxed: "You are ......"

"In the Lower Taibai Sect Cheng Lingyu."

“…… It turned out to be Taibai Sect...... "This person spoke very slowly, word by word, and seemed to be struggling.

Lingyu was a little relieved, and it was good to be able to speak: "I don't know the surname of Yougao?" Which one does it belong to? ”

"I'm ......," the man's body shook, barely holding up, "My name is Shayan, and I'm from Part B." "The tens of thousands of monks stationed in Bailu'an are divided into heavenly and earthly branches, with 500 people each.

"It turned out to be a Taoist friend of Part B, and the token is available?"

"Hmm." The man moved slowly to his waist, but he touched the void, was stunned, and said with a wry smile, "It's lost." ”

In the battlefield, anything can happen, and it is normal for the Qiankun bag to be lost.

Lingyu didn't ask any more, but said, "Can you still move?" ”

The man tried, but did not stand up, and continued to smile wryly at her.

Lingyu sighed, held the Kanli sword in one hand, and bypassed the person's armpit with the other, and helped him up: "Hold on." ”

"Hmm." The man was always slow to speak, and he looked badly wounded, and he was a little sluggish.

Lingyu helped this person, and was about to perform the skill of controlling the sword, when he suddenly felt a chill on his side, and the cold hairs on his body stood upright, and he immediately pushed and pushed this person out.

"Hiss-" With a "hiss-" sound, the sleeve robe was cut off in its entirety, sliding dangerously over the arm.

Lingyu raised her eyebrows, didn't ask a word, crossed the sword, and slashed out.

Today's Kanli Sword is not the low-level spiritual weapon of the past, after refining and refining, the sword body turned into a light purple ghostly light, and invisible flames jumped on it, and with a slight wave, a strange sword light swept by.

If it is an ordinary mid-foundation building monk, under serious injury, this sword will not be able to dodge. However, this monk named Shayan was like a ghost, and in an instant, he appeared ten zhang away.

Lingyu horizontal sword in his hand, staring at this person vigilantly: "Who are you?" ”

Surprise flashed in the man's eyes, and then he smiled stiffly, still saying in that slow tone, "Among the human monks, you are the quickest to react. ”

Demon cultivator, this person is a demon cultivator! The strange thing is that he really didn't have any demonic spirit before.

Lingyu thought about it for a while, and then understood: "Take away? Only this can explain why he is obviously a human body, but he made a move full of demonic energy just now - if it wasn't for her quick reaction, the arm would have been removed by now.

The man raised his hand, and a pure white flame burst out, and then, with a punch, struck her.

Lingyu's pupils shrank, this punch was not fancy, but the flames carried extremely fierce killing intent, and it was extremely pure, which was definitely not something that a foundation building monk could achieve.

This is a demon cultivator!

However, she is not without opportunities. After the seizure, the cultivation was greatly reduced, no matter what the previous cultivation of this demon cultivator was, he is now a foundation building monk. His flame is powerful, but it is only powerful in purity, and it has not reached the Cheng dù of the Dan stage.

Between the lightning and the fire, Lingyu chose to fight hard. Kan Li sword pulled, and the light purple sword light flowed, as if a spring water was being drawn, and a long line was made. These threads twisted into a semicircle, and suddenly turned into several flying swords, which met them head-on.

"Poof! Burst! Burst! Several sounds rang out, and the light purple sword light and the white flames were entwined.

The demon cultivator saw sweat on his forehead. He is indeed a cultivator, but after taking the house, his cultivation has fallen greatly, his body is weak, and his body is seriously injured, at most, he only has the combat strength in the early stage of foundation building, and he can't support it for long. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have chosen to sneak attack, and he could have killed Lingyu directly.

At this moment, a touch of white suddenly appeared in Lingyu's hand, and a snow-white dragon rushed towards him with a cold air.

The demon cultivator was taken aback, and secretly thought, isn't this a human sword cultivator? How can there be such a means when fighting swords?

Before he had time to think about it, he quickly withdrew the white flames, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body turned into a line of blood and disappeared to the ground. (To be continued.) )

PS: There are always a few days of power rationing in a month, and I fell asleep after writing half a chapter yesterday, and I was caught off guard. Just called, let's make up this chapter first.