With a crackling sound, thorns grew wildly and shook violently in the air.

"You dare!"

An angry roar came, Song Wanling was unmoved, and slapped her palm downward.

In an instant, several thorns shuttled with vines with teeth and claws.

Song Wanling's ten fingers were slightly crooked, and then she suddenly threw out a stream of green light to bless it.

"Ahh

The monks descended quickly, their feet pierced through the defenses of the robes one by one, and into their legs.

"You're ......"

Angry cries rang out.

Song Wanling turned around again, stepping on the light, and the water moon aya fluttered around and flew into the distance.

This is to catch the other party off guard, even if the other party has instinctive defensive vigilance, but after all, he still underestimated her female cultivator, and she was alone.

Immediately, she did not attack again, but ran away.

Doesn't the other party occupy a lot of people? When she gathers with the disciples of the Linghe Sect, she will be afraid of him!

Song Wanling didn't succeed in a moment.

It's a pity that the other party is quite familiar with this surrounding.

Originally, it was planned that the other party knew that she was not easy to mess with, which made the other party a little jealous.

But the monk who didn't want to be the leader was very rampant, and after suffering this embarrassment, he couldn't care about anything.

Only let two people go back to guard Zhu Guo, and he took the rest of the men and horses to find Song Wanling.

Song Wanling circled with them for two days, and she was sure that they didn't leave any traces on herself, but she still couldn't get rid of them.

She became more and more irritable, meditating in a cave all night, and the spirit butterflies around her came to sense.

Song Wanling opened her eyes suddenly, murderous.

"Okay, can't you let me go? Now it's not that you let me go, I'll give up, and see who is better! ”

The chilly voice echoed through the cave, and the figure had already dissipated.

However, after a few breaths, several people directly shot at the cave, feeling that the aura had almost subsided.

The grim-faced monk waved his arm and ordered, "Keep looking for me!" ”

Recalling Song Wanling's pure and flawless face like the dew under the moon, her petite and slender figure is an extremely pure and agile water spiritual power.

His eyes were full of imperativeness.

What's more, the anger that has been teased by him has not yet been vented.

Song Wanling stomped on the soles of her feet in the air, wanting to fly into the air to break through the siege at this time.

But the surrounding monks shook their hands violently, and the ropes coalesced together, turning into a net that trapped her, and all retreats disappeared on all sides.

The male cultivator led by him laughed wildly and proudly, "Let's see if you can run anymore!" ”

Song Wanling's apricot eyes glared fiercely, "Do you know who I am!" ”

Seeing the other party's disapproving look, she continued to scold angrily: "I am the real person of Ling and Pai Qingquan Peak Su Min!" ”

Song Wanling saw that the other party first showed a jealous hand, and then said indifferently:

"It's good for Jindan Zhenren to be a backer, but my sect is the same as yours, and my master is my father, and I have only one son.

Besides, I don't want your life, little lady, when the time comes, the two factions will form a good thing......"

"Bah, who wants to make a good relationship with you!" Song Wanling said with disgust on her face.

"Slut!" The other party was moody and immediately scolded.

Song Wanling raised his voice at this time: "My master is Jindan Zhenren, my master's master, and my ancestor is Lingyuan Zhenzun!"

Under the leadership of Shizun, I asked his old man to say goodbye a few times, and he was also recognized as an apprentice! ”

"It's all said that it's a good thing, let's be in this secret realm, you have enough water and spiritual energy, and both yin and yang cultivation have benefited.

If you go outside to form a good thing, you don't have to worry about anything, your spiritual and sect has true respect, and my sect will naturally not be without it.

So what are you afraid of! ”

At the end, he turned his head and yelled at his hesitant companions.

As soon as their bodies shook, they were about to trap Song Wanling in the net and pull them to the ground.

Song Wanling's eyes were cold, and with a flick of her hand, Shui Yunpa continued to grow bigger, and then wrapped her around the net and continued to expand.

She just wanted the other party to know where she came from, and her spiritual power stagnated slightly, and she never wanted to scare the unscrupulous and ruthless monk with this.

"Bang".

Those big nets began to explode, and the water clouds were overwhelmingly thrown towards many monks.

When the other party hurriedly defended, Song Wanling broke free from the restraints in one fell swoop, turned around and flew.

After that, Shui Yunpa continued to shrink and fly into the air, only to see the faint light of the falling spiritual light in the distance constantly disappearing in the air.

"Catch her for me! Otherwise, you will all go out of this secret realm to receive the punishment! ”

The male cultivator scolded angrily.

The surrounding monks couldn't help but look angry, but they could only respond in fear.

"Drink!"

After chasing dozens of miles away, on a large lake, it was volleyed into the air, and with a clear drink, Song Wanling's cold voice shook around, and the water waves were turbulent.

"Now it's not whether you let go of this fairy, but whether I let you go, look at the move!"

Saying that, the water light around her emerged, and the water moon Aya became more and more magnificent and dreamy against the turbulent background of the water waves.

The hands quickly sealed, and the water waves were set off, and the surrounding water curtains rose from the surface of the lake, and then volleyed towards the chasing monk.

"Retreat!"

The opposing team was able to avoid the attack.

At this time, Mizuki Aya escaped and suddenly pulled into a straight line and suspended in the air.

Immediately, Song Wanling's eyes were blue, and behind her was the water curtain hanging upside down, extending towards the air like a match.

Song Wanling was in the water curtain, her jade face was frosty, and her eyes were cold.

The water curtain continued to hang upside down, the ground turned into a stream of water, and the monks rose and fell in the air, and the magic weapons in their hands struck them.

But they saw that the water curtain was covered by a mighty wave, and their spiritual power was difficult to operate under the vibration of this water wave.

And the water moon Aya is still sweeping the water curtain, although it is a lake, but it is like a lake of the ocean, constantly impacting.

They were unable to move in the waves, as if they were stuck in a swamp.

"You dare!"

The monk, who was full of confidence and felt that the girl could not escape from the palm of his hand, completely began to panic.

Song Wanling's face was frosty, and the water curtain began to change again, and the swords, guns, swords, and halberds were completely cast by the water waves.

In the blink of an eye, several monks were at a loss and were pierced through the chest with water weapons.

"Ahhh

The screams came out, and several people fell directly into the water curtain, and the blood was purified in a roll of the water waves.

"Senior brother!"

"Senior Brother......

A frightened shout came out, and the cold-faced male cultivator shivered even more in the water curtain.

Immediately, he was pulled up by several fellow men who surrounded him and was about to fly out.

But as soon as their feet sank, the curtain of water continued to sweep into a whirlpool of water, and they attracted their legs.

As soon as Song Wanling raised her hand, the water curtain in front of her was lifted like a curtain.

She stood in the air, the water around her was rolling, like the wrath of the water god, and the surrounding water vapor was dense, and it was even more ethereal like a fairy.

"I want to go, but I can't go!"

Her originally sweet voice was like ten thousand years of cold ice at this time, her eyes were sharp, and the surrounding water curtain was even more rippling.

The water and light formed and brushed down one by one, and the defenses around them continued to weaken.

", I swear to you!"

The male cultivator, who had just been frightened by the shock, shook off the pull of his fellow door, his face full of tyranny.

Immediately, with a grip of his hand, the golden arrows were injected with a trace of his spiritual power, and the arrows rained down all over the sky.

Song Wanling raised her hand, not daring to be careless, the water curtain was reinforced layer by layer, and Shui Yueya was even more blocked around her body.

The rain of arrows and the water curtain continued to impact, and most of them were blocked, and a few of them were resisted again when they rolled into a sky of afterimages in the water moon.

……