Xijing also noticed his abnormality, and hurriedly hugged him and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

It stands to reason that even if he encounters realgar, he will never be so weak, it seems that it is because of the drop of blood just now?

He wants to repay his kindness for killing his benefactor by mistake, and it is naturally taboo to practice for thousands of years and meet the Bodhisattva.

Drinking the blood of a benefactor is a taboo, and he came to atone for his sins because of his kindness, but he will take revenge again? This drop of blood consumed almost half of his cultivation, so he weakened sharply.

The outside of the courtyard was sprinkled with realgar, and only five hundred years of Taoism remained, and he was about the same strength as Xiaoqing.

"Oh no......" Xijing helped him, and saw that the yard had changed.

With him as the center, the bluestone slabs on the ground disappeared outward, replaced by the dirt of the wasteland.

The walls fell down and turned into dust, the lotus flowers in the pond withered and withered, the pond dried up and only the ditch remained, the veil was tattered into spider silk and blown away in the wind, only the main hall not far away remained, the wall did not collapse but became dilapidated, some of the furniture in the room disappeared, the long table became an offering table, and the portrait of Fushou became a clay Buddha statue.

It was the ruined temple that already existed in the suburbs.

Without the support of the spell, the illusion disappeared.

A circle of realgar powder is connected together without a single notch, and as the illusion disappears, the circle of realgar powder is gradually shrinking, and finally only the size of one zhang square remains.

Bai Suzheng sat down on the ground, and snake scales even appeared at the base of his cheeks and ears, and he would show his form if he continued like this. It's night in the wilderness, and I'm not afraid to show up, but the question is......

A figure stood not far away, his bare head shining in the moonlight, wearing a robe, holding a Zen staff, and his beard fluttering slightly in the wind.

It's Fahai who didn't run.

Fahai walked over slowly, the silver ring on the Zen staff made a clanging sound, and even that voice seemed to have the power to suppress the evil, Bai Suzheng's already pale face was even more painful at this time, he gently grabbed the sleeve of the Xijing, and said, "Benefactor, you go quickly...... I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself when I show up, and I'll hurt you in a fight. ”

Xijing naturally can't go, Bai Suzheng, who has been on the road for thousands of years, and Fahai can have a draw, but Bai Suzheng, who has been on the road for five years, will definitely be beaten by Fahai.

If he was hanged and beaten, he would definitely be imprisoned in Leifeng Pagoda again.

Made, she's still a chicken?

Xijing let go of his hand and didn't hold him anymore, stood up and walked out of the circle.

The look in his eyes darkened, and he lowered his head very sadly, even if he persuaded her to leave, but when she really left, she couldn't help but think more, she was an unimportant demon after all, she hated him so much, calculated that he didn't speak...... Will you leave too? She saved him, but there was no good reward......

"Wow-" Xijing kicked the realgar powder away, kicking the circle of realgar powder to pieces.

The wind in the suburbs was blowing constantly, blowing the powder away.

Bai Suzheng looked up in surprise, she actually ...... and willing to save him.

He looked at the tide mirror that kept kicking the male yellow powder, and he was stunned.

I felt a lot of emotion in my heart, and I didn't know where to start, I only knew that the kindness I owed, I was afraid that I would never be able to repay it.

"Donor, what are you doing here?" Fahai hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Xijing's shoulder, he pointed at Bai Suzheng with a Zen staff in one hand, and said, "He is a snake demon, don't be deceived by beauty!" ”