The initial panic was only instantaneous, and after taking a deep breath, Yang Muqing regained his composure.

Qingcang felt that he could swallow him in one gulp, but he might not be able to digest it.

It's not impossible to survive in a desperate situation.

He was negligent, and Qingcang also underestimated him.

Yang Muqing took out a fire fold and tried to hit the spark, but as soon as it was a little red, it was pressed down by the heavy moisture in the turbid air, and turned into a cold ball that could not be colder anymore, it seems that Qingcang has been prepared for this.

If you can't attack with fire, then try to hit it hard.

Yang Muqing pulled out the peachwood short sword "Suixin" from his waist, without adding any moves, just concentrated all the strength of his body, and slashed straight towards the flesh wall above the front, however, this split made him feel that the sharp short sword was like an embroidery needle that fell into cotton, and it was not lethal at all.

The flesh wall in front of him was so strong that it was beyond common sense, and Yang Muqing tried his best to cut it in the same place several times in succession, before he cut out a shallow mark that was not very obvious, it was like rubbing off a piece of skin on an elephant's body.

One of the reasons may be that the light cang's body is a half-immortal body, eating and lodging dew, absorbing the qi of heaven and earth, and does not need to eat, and the second reason is that the light cang's body has been sealed for many years, and there is no way to eat.

Since Yang Muqing is "food", it naturally stimulates Qingcang's esophagus, and from time to time there are extremely corrosive mucus dripping, Yang Muqing is looking for a way, and at the same time trying to avoid these deadly liquids.

At this time, an old man came to the pool.

The reason why he is said to be an old man is because everyone here knows him, whether it is anyone or not.

Since ancient times, there have been heroic and uninhibited handsome and chic guests like the poet Immortal Li Bai, and there are also down-and-out frustrated guests like the poet Du Fu, and the one who comes now is just in the middle of the two types of people, in terms of dress, it is undoubtedly the second type of people, but in terms of expression, it is like the first type of people.

Although the clothes are not clear, the appearance is dignified.

Jiang Quan was taken aback by the visitor, he had already grabbed a little tail of the lost memory, but because of his fall from the sky, his brain was blank.

"You...... Uncle? ”

It is the strange uncle who once taught Jiang Quan a little skill - Shi Heibai.

"You're doing a great job."

Shi Heibai held a half-gnawed chicken leg in one hand and a pitch-black wooden staff in the other, he originally wanted to touch the top of Jiang Quan's head, but he was embarrassed to find that his hands were not empty.

So, he first stuffed the big chicken leg into Jiang Quan's mouth, and then rubbed his hand full of oil on his sleeve casually, and then Jiang Quan's head fell into his "clutches".

"I haven't seen you for so long, but I'm still very handsome."

Jiang Quan actually looks very similar to Little Apple, and even his eyebrows and eyes are more brilliant than his sister's, and the physical and mental torture during this period of time has made him haggard and thinner a lot, but on the contrary, his facial features are more profound, and his body is more like a teenager.

"Are you here to fight youkai?"

Jiang Quan was very happy to see him, he didn't have any relatives in the first place, and he had already regarded this person who spoke and behaved strangely as a relative in his mind.

Moreover, from Jiang Quan's point of view, Shi Heibai should naturally be more powerful than Yang Muqing.

With his joining, the victory of his side is more guaranteed.

"I'm here to help, but I don't know if I can help."

Shi Heibai laughed at himself, and the uncoordinated head-scratching posture showed his weakness, but Jiang Quan, who had turned into a fan brother, couldn't see it at all, and his whole body exuded a joyful aura of "the savior has arrived".

A sinister smile came from the bottom of the pool, and a black tail broke out of the pool, sweeping towards a pair of informal masters and apprentices who were reminiscing about the past.

"Old boy, how dare you come?"

Shi Heibai dodged sideways, picked up Jiang Quan, who was sitting on the ground, and placed him safely on the largest branch of the banyan tree by the pool, and then jumped into the open space farther away, trying to divert the angry attack of the light cang.

"Old man, I always want to see what happens to you."

Shi Heibai hid extremely hard, but he refused to forgive people at all.

And the result of saying this was that the thick black tail slapped at him from all angles from time to time, making him unable to guard against it.

"Oops, aws!"

Jiang Quan, who clearly observed the battle situation from a high place, almost wanted to cry, the performance of this master on his side was really not heroic......

Yang Muqing was soaked in sweat and panting from exhaustion.

He had tried dozens of methods, but there was still no way to break through the wall, and it was absolutely impossible to find an exit, not to mention the internal structure similar to a labyrinth, even if he was in the right direction, Qing Cang could easily use immortal magic to set countless stumbling blocks for himself with his will.

Most of his shoes had been corroded away, the soles of his feet had been burned with blood blisters, and the clothes on his body had become as brittle as paper, and a large piece could fall off at the slightest touch, and then weathered into grains before they could fall to the bottom.

What's worse is that he breathes a special gas in his esophagus, his body is burning like a nameless fire, his lips are chapped, his eyes are bloodshot, his vision is blurry, and his hearing has become unreal.

You can't stay here any longer, or you'll really be gradually digested and end up in a pool of blood.

Yang Muqing bit the tip of his tongue heavily, and stimulated himself to be sober with the pain of piercing his heart.

A line of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto his feet, blossoming into plum blossoms.

Yang Muqing looked at this scene and suddenly thought that he had forgotten to think about a very important matter.

Qingcang said that he was the best tonic for him, why?

His spiritual power is not outstanding among the Xuan Masters, and there is no other special feature except for the Yin and Yang Eyes, what is there to covet from him?

Could it be that his flesh and blood are different from ordinary people? If you eat it, you can live forever, just like Tang Seng in Journey to the West?

First of all, this is unlikely, and then Qing Cang is already a half-immortal, and he has already seen the way of immortality, so there is no reason to break through the seal to deal with himself......

If none of the above is true, then there is only one reason left.

- There is a mysterious power in his body that he has never discovered.