The broken jade steps collapsed in the desert and were quickly buried by the yellow sand, which was originally sacred and noble, but at this time it was nothing more than a pile of broken jade.

The stars in the sky were shining, I don't know if it was Lin Luoran's illusion, or because of the afterglow caused by the "Road to Heaven" that still existed a moment ago, she always felt that the starry sky tonight was extraordinarily brilliant, so bright that she couldn't look at it directly.

But what is still on the table is how to regain Bao Jia's body.

The molten lava was rolling, the fire beast was screaming, and the holy maiden, who had been ignoring Lin Luoran and the others, finally became furious. No one knows how many years she has waited to open the path to heaven, and tonight the jade steps have fallen, and she wants to leave this place, maybe it will be another thousand years!

But in the eyes of the madman, perhaps the saint does not have the next thousand years at all.

They came to a consensus at this moment - to put each other to death.

This is not a battle that Lin Luoran can intervene in, she is very self-aware during the foundation building period, since she has guessed that this saintess may have been the legendary drought before, and has seen her ability to command molten slurry, Lin Luoran can only lurk like a thief, waiting for the critical moment, can help the mad Taoist to regain Bao Jia's body!

Molten slurry, molten all over the place...... The madman is still like that, clapping his hands from time to time, stomping his feet from time to time, talking nonsense without a beginning or an end, and there is no movement to fight back at all.

Lin Luoran was secretly worried, and inevitably thought disrespectfully, after so many years, he was really crazy.

The four-hoofed fire beast let out bursts of thunder, and in the molten slurry in the sky, it finally made the madman move, and the dirty strip of cloth was thrown out, entangled in Kui Niu's single horn, and Lin Luoran almost fell off the flying sword.

That dirty strip of cloth is too coquettish, and it's been stealing the camera tonight.

But after all, it is a rag, can it deal with this cow who doesn't look very powerful, how can it be said that it is also an ancient beast?

Obviously, Lin Luoran was not the only one who was suspicious, and the holy woman showed a contemptuous and cruel smile. The madman was entangled by the cow, and with a wave of her hand, the molten slurry poured out towards the madman.

Kui Niu kept struggling, the cloth was not broken for a while, one man and one beast were deadlocked, and the mad people could not avoid it. The molten lava overturned from the top of his head in an instant, Lin Luoran was a little worried, the mad Daoist was a cultivator in the Dan period, and even she and Wen Guanjing could resist the molten lava for a while, it was impossible for the mad Daoist to be unprepared, right?

In the laughter of the saint and Lin Luoran's worry, the molten slurry finally landed, revealing a madman who looked a little tired. The jaw dropped in surprise was the cow, still struggling, but it was indeed entangled in strips of rags.

There was a thunderclap that shook the sky, Kui Niu obviously couldn't accept this fact, in the molten slurry it turned into its body, and its body suddenly rose to the height of a building, not to mention the crazy Taoist, even if all the people present were combined, in front of Kui Niu after transformation, it was also like the difference between a hill and a mound.

On the huge single horn, a dirty and torn strip of cloth was wrapped, which was torn slender because of the disparity in size, and it looked even more crumbling...... But it just keeps going, and this scene is so funny that people can't laugh.

Lin Luoran couldn't help but sigh, it was completely because the shock brought by the rags was too great, so that she couldn't calm down.

The saint finally began to officially put up the strip of cloth.

Abnormally dirty, smelly, and without any spiritual power, this is the answer that the saint came up with after taking a look. The problem is that when such a rag strip is entangled in the cow, so the saint cannot be despised by the saint.

The body of the cow exposed, the air flow spewing out of the nose is extremely hot, and its skin drum can be heard for hundreds of miles, bringing morale to the Yellow Emperor's troops, so a small molten slurry naturally cannot bring damage to the appearance. But now it's writhing under a rag belt, and it's ridiculous to think about.

Perhaps because this scene was too weird, Lin Luoran, including the Holy Maiden herself, ignored that when the molten slurry was poured on the mad man, there was no scene of spiritual power and strange treasures flickering, and he just stood intact in the tumbling molten lava.

The crimson molten slurry rolled, because the light was too bright, and the stains on the blue Dao robe of the mad Daoist became more and more conspicuous, and there was really no superior demeanor at all.

Originally, he had already restrained Kui Niu, but at such a time, the madman went crazy again - he pulled off the strip of cloth, and Kui Niu did not react to escaping from the ascension at first, and soon became angry, wanting to avenge the previous bondage.

Kui Niu's horn was shiny and stiff, and it was about to poke at the madman, who raised his right hand holding the strip of cloth. is no longer a bundle, it is a "whipping" action, at the moment when the crazy Taoist raises the cloth, the whole person's temperament changes greatly, not crazy or stupid, this moment of solemnity can even make people ignore the greasy Taoist robe on his body.

"Smack-" The strip of cloth whipped on Kui Niu's body.

At the first moment, the cow stopped, and the saint also stopped. The former is unable to move, and the latter feels that this scene is somewhat familiar.

"Bang Bang-" The second time he slapped Kui Niu's body, the strip of cloth even had the sound of breaking, although it was still so dirty and smelly, but no one could despise it anymore.

Because in these three beats, the Kui Niu quickly became smaller at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"Bang Bang!"

The madman pumped it a few times in a row, and Kui Niu's body became smaller and smaller, not only that, but Kui Niu's spirit seemed to be whipped away by this strip of cloth, and it seemed that he no longer had the previous arrogance, and became sluggish.

Lin Luoran really hoped that the mad Daoist would take a few more strokes of it and completely deal with this ancient beast.

The saint screamed in surprise, and her sharp voice almost pierced Lin Luoran's eardrums.

"Whipping the gods...... How can the whip be in the hands of a qi practitioner, who are you! ”

The madman ignored her and continued to pump a few times, and the cow became smaller, the size of a rabbit in the underworld, and no longer had its previous majesty.

Lin Luoran stared at the madman's rags and swallowed his saliva.

Beneath the dirty exterior, there is an unimaginable power, and this saint calls it "Whip the Gods".

What kind of beings can be called "gods"? There may be an exaggeration in this, but this rag, although it does not look good, is obviously much higher than Li Xi'er's fishing line magic weapon called "Tying Immortal Rope".

At least Lin Luoran noticed with sharp eyes that the saint's face had changed.

In addition to anger, there is more solemnity.

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The long-haired saintess floated in mid-air, with tumbling molten lava at her feet, yellow sand in the distance, stretching sand dunes, and a bright starry sky in the background. From a distance, the saint really has the unreal feeling of the presence of two gods.

However, the madman was holding a rag-like "whip", and a few whips beat Kui Niu to shrink his head, and he was even more suspected of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, Lin Luoran felt that this ancestor of Baojia had the aura of the protagonist of the obscene flow of hegemony all over his body.

After the saint was solemn, she turned to sneer: "I was almost deceived by you...... In the past, this holy woman had seen the destruction of the whip with her own eyes, how could it appear in the hands of a qi practitioner? ”

The saint was sure in her heart, Kui Niu must have been sleeping for so many years, this has become useless, tonight the sky has not changed, if this stinky qi practitioner is dismissed, it may not be impossible to rebuild the ladder.

The madman laughed: "What about the truth or falsehood? It's more than enough to whip you, a pseudo-saint! ”

Whip the gods, whip the pseudo-saints?!

Lin Luoran praised in her heart, even if her cultivation is not high, she is also proud at this time.

It's just a pseudo-saint, why can't she fight? Placing the little green fox and the unconscious Wen Guanjing far away on the safety of the sand dunes, Lin Luoran joined the battle.

The saint raised her eyebrows, and the feeling at that moment was really like that of Bao Jia.

"Actually, this holy woman is quite curious, with your cultivation, where did you get the courage......" As she spoke, a spiritual thorn struck, and even though Lin Luoran had been prepared, she almost fell from the flying sword in pain.

Her face turned pale, and she said stubbornly: "Withdraw from my friend's body, or I will swear to you to the death." ”

swore to death, the seriousness of the word made the saint finally willing to move her gaze, and officially started Lin Luoran for the first time. With her cultivation, this kind of spiritual power is also very good, but it's a pity that she lacks the correct use.

The flying sword is not bad, it should be the handiwork of a cultivator of advanced qi cultivation, although it is a native of the poor galaxy, the saint has to admit that the cultivation civilization in China has developed to the point of being fearful.

Thankfully, all of this has been destroyed...... Thinking about this female cultivator in front of her, her cultivation is low, even if she has a good weapon, she can't give full play to the advantages of the weapon. What makes the saint jealous is the "whip of the gods" in the hands of the madman.

No one knew better than she how powerful a true whip could be, especially against a high-ranking race like them. Fortunately, the whip in the hands of the madman is not real!

Damn, how can molten slurry not work against this madman?

The saint realized that the madman was unharmed, and a bad feeling rose in her mind.

It was still that trick "Ruixue", with the elegance of snowflakes, wherever Zhao Jian went, the snow and the molten slurry collided fiercely, and the annoying heat was swept away, and the snow began to fall in mid-air, although the saint sneered at Lin Luoran's cultivation, the current body could not withstand the blow of this flying sword.

She looked at the snow-white sword body that was hiding the murderous intention, and showed a mocking expression, these earth monks have always been so hypocritical, while saying that it was a friend's body and must be recaptured, but on the other hand, they used the most powerful sword moves to deal with this body mercilessly......

The saint sneered, and simply stood in mid-air without dodging, this body, she didn't want it.

The sword light was cold, Lin Luoran's wrist flicked, and the sword rubbed the saint's cheek, adding small snowflakes to her eyebrows.

In the end, you still can't do it?

The saint's fingers moved, and she couldn't bear it when she fought, then there was only death!

Her ten fingers were like hooks, and she wanted to tear Lin Luoran apart with her fingers alone...... A fluttering strip of cloth flew over her and whipped her back, and the saint staggered and almost fell off the molten slurry.

In a hurry, she saw a smile in the eyes of the hateful female qi practitioner, this whip almost pulled her out of this body - damn it, this is a real whip!

The saint suspected that this was a well-prepared trap, and the madman cared about her thoughts, and whipped down again with a strip of cloth in her hand:

"Whip the gods, beat you, a pseudo-saintess, in the end, it's still the poor way to say it!"