Jiang Quan saw Yang Muqing and Qingcang disappear into the pool together, frightened, his mouth wide open, unable to speak.

But it was not because he was worried about Yang Muqing's safety, but because the tail that flashed just now seemed to involve a corner of his brain, and the memory that had been locked up showed signs of restarting.

Jiang Quan had a splitting headache, so he had to squat down with his head in his hands, trying to suppress the strong discomfort and fear churning in his heart.

Somewhere in my memory the floodgates were opened, and there was endless darkness on the other side, as if the call of the evil lord could be heard.

Dark complexion, handsome facial features, hunter-like eyes, weird long hair, and an untimely tail......

It's obviously something I've never seen before, why do I have an indescribable familiarity and instinctive rejection?

Why didn't I really see the black Jiao, but I always insisted that there was a black Jiao in the Black Jiao Pond?

Even more than everyone in the town of Xiangma is firm in this perception.

Could it be that there is something wrong with my memory?

He'd seen that half-human, half-Jiao monster?

Jiang Quan stopped pounding his head, endured the pain like a pinprick and tried to recall some memories of the past.

When did it start to be a little disconnected?

Was it when you were five years old and you had a fever and fell unconscious?

Was it a shock caused by heat stroke when he was eight years old?

Be...... When I was ten years old, I met that weird man in that afternoon?

Jiang Quan here is meditating hard, and Yang Muqing over there is ready to do a desperate struggle.

Moreover, if the light cangs that appeared at this time were not an imaginary body, but an entity bound at the bottom of the pool, he would probably have no power to fight back.

The way of fighting Qingcang was very simple and rude, without playing any tricks, but showing all the true body, entangled Yang Muqing to death, and was extremely skillful, perfectly avoiding some important places.

After all, this young man's flesh and blood was the best tonic for him, and it would be a pity if it was damaged.

It's just that he was full of thoughts of "pity the fragrance and cherish the jade", Yang Muqing didn't feel it at all, but felt that the blood basin of the black Jiao in front of him was really fishy and smelly, and the cleanliness habit that was originally almost treated by Murong Cao flared up again, and he felt that there was not an inch from the soles of his feet to the hair.

"Bastard, how long has it been since you brushed your teeth?"

No matter how good Ren Yang Muqing's temper is, he can't help but complain, not to mention that in front of people other than Murong Cao, his temper is not good.

Qingcang didn't know whether he didn't care at all, or didn't want to pay attention to him, so he was very energetic to take care of himself.

Yang Muqing's face was already very pale because of the cold pool water, and now it was even whiter, pinching his nose and taking out the realm breaking talisman that he had prepared in the morning, but instead of pointing at the light cang, it was attached to his forehead and chest, and suddenly the spiritual platform was clear, and the feeling of being tightly bound also dissipated a lot.

This black Jiaotan is a light territory, and it has already been set up with many barriers, Yang Muqing has found that the reason why he was so easy to get hit last time was because he didn't think about this layer, and the enchantment of the half-immortal is much more powerful than ordinary people.

"Good boy, don't mess up."

Seeing that his enchantment had been almost broken by him from the inside out, Qing Cang returned to his half-human, half-Jiao appearance, and confronted Yang Muqing underwater.

"Try this again!"

The glowing cobweb-like thing he was holding in his hand was the jade weaving luo that had made Yang Muqing suffer a lot.

Yang Muqing calmly put away the peachwood short sword that never left his body, and there was no stage fright on his face.

It is said that once he was bitten by a snake, he was afraid of the well rope for ten years, but the person who would fall in the same place would never be him.

Even though Bodhi Zi is an extremely unreliable master, he is still extremely strict when teaching, and the requirements are also extremely strict.

Even if Yang Muqing may not be an apprentice who can glorify the lintel, it will definitely not make Bodhi feel embarrassed.

"Poof!"

As soon as the sword was sheathed, Yang Muqing had already taken action.

I saw that he was walking on the ground in the pool water, as fast as flying, locking Qingcang in the "fire" position with five elements, and urging all his mental power to conclude the fire seal, his clothes burned spontaneously in the cold pool water, and several hot air currents attacked Qingcang with the movement of his body.

The fire of pure thought, sealed with the body.

Each one is like a sword, a knife, a spear, and an arrow, mixed with Yang Muqing's strongest killing intent.

Even though Qingcang was originally a demigod, but trapped in the cold pool for many years, like most cold things that could not see the sky, he was extremely afraid of flames and hot things.

The worst thing was Yu Zhiluo, who was actually burned by this fire of pure thought.

In this regard, Yang Muqing himself was also a little surprised, although the blow he had been gathering for a long time was full of power, but according to common sense, an immortal weapon like Jade Weaving Luo should be intact.

Qingcang lost the jade weaving luo, but he didn't care about the heartache, his hands were wide open and closed, the thick black tail swirled and danced, and in an instant, the water of the black Jiaotan was quickly stirred, forming a big whirlpool, and it was effortless to involve Yang Muqing in the center of the whirlpool.

Yang Muqing felt like he had entered a giant washing machine, and his body was cut by the rapidly rotating pool of water, and he could only choose to follow the trend for such an unnatural force, adjusting the direction of his actions to be consistent with the direction of the whirlpool flowing, so that the rapid rotation would not only make him dizzy, but also his various skills would be useless.

"How? Does it taste good? ”

Seeing Yang Muqing's embarrassed appearance, Qingcang couldn't help but gloat, and Jiaowei stirred harder.

Shake off the prey and take it back to the cave to enjoy it, he hadn't done such a low-level hunt for many, many years, but sometimes, the most primitive method may be the most effective.

Yang Muqing snorted painfully, and stood still, it was not that he could not resist forcibly, but as a mortal body, he must have the consciousness of protecting his body, otherwise, even if he won the battle in the end, his body would be destroyed.