Zhao Yanran transformed into a sword-wielding demon cultivator in the Pink Palace, and his speed was extremely fast. Along the way, there were many birds and monsters who wanted to stop them, but they were only left behind after chasing them for a distance.

But coincidentally, Zhao Yanran only flew for about a stick of incense, and a figure appeared in front of her that was exactly the same as her now, with a thick demonic aura around her.

That is obviously the true body of the sword-wielding demon cultivator!

Zhao Yanran's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the true body of the sword-wielding demon cultivator, after feeling the sound of wind behind him, subconsciously turned around, and the speed of flying forward suddenly slowed down, and he was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Yanran looked at the sword-wielding demon cultivator without saying a word. And the sword-wielding demon cultivator was also looking at her, and after a long time, his face was very ugly and said: "Which side of the rats dares to pretend to be me Han Chengyuan?!"

Zhao Yanran still didn't say a word, her eyes looked at the sword-wielding demon cultivator named Han Chengyuan calmly, without any expression on her face.

Han Chengyuan saw that this impostor didn't even let out a fart, and his heart was even more angry, so he didn't say a word, brandished the spiritual weapon machete in his hand, and with a surging demonic aura, he rushed directly towards Zhao Yanran, slashing through the air, bringing out a terrifying cyan knife aura.

"Whew!"

The whistling sound produced by the cyan knife qi tearing through the air was very harsh, Zhao Yanran did not dodge or dodge, and an incomplete iron shield appeared in his hand, just a slight block, and the knife qi was dispersed.

Han Chengyuan recognized the mutilated iron shield, his eyes became hideous and gloomy, and he laughed: "Who should I be, it turned out to be you little girl." Why, can you still play that dark blue real fire now?"

Han Cheng saw that Zhao Yanran did not kill him as soon as he came up, and expected that Zhao Yanran must not have recovered. After Zhao Yanran heard this, she smiled slightly and said softly: "It seems that it is time to test the effect of our cooperation." ”

Han Chengyuan saw that Zhao Yanran said such a headless sentence, and only felt that this girl was crazy, so he smiled fiercely again, and slashed with a knife.

Although this Han Chengyuan has the cultivation of the foundation realm, he doesn't care about spells at all, and he feels that it is the most pleasant to split those immortal cultivators who claim to be immortals in half with one sword. Therefore, almost all of his skills are on the spiritual weapon machete in his hand.

There are many cultivators who specialize in martial arts in the cultivation realm today. This kind of person is generally extremely strong in the flesh, and his skills in spells are quite mediocre, and when he fights, his style is wide open and close, and he is extremely destructive.

Zhao Yanran waved the broken iron shield in his hand to block, and the moment the sword and shield collided, sparks flew and the two retreated several feet at the same time.

"Since you dare to pretend to be me, at least you should have some skills in knife skills. Han Chengyuan sneered: "Blindly dodging like this, let others see it, and think that I, Han Chengyuan, have regressed a lot in my sword technique, and have tarnished my reputation in vain!"

"Little slut, can't you do all this broken shield?"

When Zhao Yanran heard this, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a coldness appeared. After her figure retreated, she rushed forward abruptly, raised the iron shield in her hand and smashed it at Han Chengyuan, obviously also in a posture of fighting with force.

"Good style. It's enough to taste!" Han Chengyuan recalled Zhao Yanran's beautiful face and slender figure, stretched out his tongue and lips, and raised the machete in his hand to meet him.

When there was only less than a zhang distance between the two, the machete in Zhao Yanran's left hand was exactly the same as the spiritual weapon machete in Han Chengyuan's hand, and the tip of the knife went straight to Han Chengyuan's eyes.

Han Chengyuan didn't swing his knife to split the knife thrown out by Zhao Yanran, he just twisted his head, and flashed the knife thrown out by Zhao Yanran, and then bullied Zhao Yanran to get close, and the tip of the machete condensed the knife, obviously wanting to cut Zhao Yanran's clothes.

But before he could pick out the knife, he felt a loud wind behind him, and then he was hit in the back of the head by a dark red fireball.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the firelight in the sky exploded, Zhao Yanran blocked with an iron shield, and her figure retreated again. Han Chengyuan, on the other hand, was shrouded in the dark red flames from the flame bomb, and let out a roar of pain.

A cyan streamer suddenly appeared behind Han Chengyuan, silently piercing the back of Han Chengyuan's head, bringing out a red and white brain.

Han Chengyuan's roar disappeared instantly, and the whole person shook a few times in mid-air, and fell straight to the ground.

The machete that Zhao Yanran threw out earlier suddenly erupted with a piece of demonic energy, and then the demonic qi dissipated, revealing Ling Zheng's figure.

"Alas, senior sister. This method is good, but it is a bit of a Lang fee. Every time I transform, I have to consume three second-grade pills. ”

Although Ling Zheng was complaining, there was excitement in his voice. This method of taking the opportunity to sneak attack after becoming a machete actually worked so well, and the first time it was used, it ended up as a demon cultivator who had cultivated the second order of the foundation realm!

It can be so simple to kill the enemy across the border? Ling Zheng felt that he understood another truth.

"Han Chengyuan's spiritual weapon machete alone is probably worth more than three second-grade pills. ”

Zhao Yanran regained her original appearance, and when she saw that she had solved a foundation realm demon cultivator so easily, she also showed joy: "This time, not only will you not lose, but you will also make a lot of money." I have to say that your grasp of the timing of the attack is really accurate, coupled with the fact that your non-attribute spirit vein can suppress your own aura to almost nothing, so that this Han Chengyuan has no chance to react at all.

"If I transform into a machete, I'm afraid the effect is not as good as yours. ”

"Senior sister has won the prize. ”

Ling Zheng smiled, and his figure rushed to the ground. With a move of his hand, he held Han Chengyuan's spiritual weapon machete, and with a sweep of his spiritual sense, he found that this machete was just a low-grade spiritual weapon, and he was immediately a little disappointed.

But only for a moment of disappointment, Ling Zheng smiled again. Being able to exchange the life of a Foundation Building Realm cultivator plus a spiritual weapon for the price of a second-order talisman is already a lucrative deal, and there really shouldn't be any reason to complain.

After that, Ling Zheng pulled out the storage belt of Han Chengyuan, who had been burned to ashes and died very aggrieved, from the ashes, and after the spiritual sense poked out, he found that there were only three low-quality second-grade pills inside, as well as two second-order offensive talismans, and then there were some miscellaneous and worthless things.

Ling Zheng pursed his lips and muttered, "Anyway, he is also a Foundation Building Realm Demon Cultivator from the Red Pink Palace, but I didn't expect to be so poor." ”

Zhao Yanran smiled on the side: "That's because your net worth is too strong." Although the Red Pink Palace has a deep foundation, there are a lot of demon cultivators in the foundation realm under the door, and only some demon cultivators with strong strength or special skills will be given enough resources by the Red Pink Palace. ”

"Like that white-haired spirit demon, the reason why he has a transcendent status in the Pink Palace is not because of his cultivation, but because of his identity as a mage. Looking at the entire Flying Spirit Domain, I'm afraid there is only one formation mage, which is why the Wind Moon Witch will pay so much attention to him. ”

Ling Zheng nodded, but asked a little strangely, "Senior sister, you seem to know a lot about the Red Pink Palace, didn't you just return to the Burning Fire Gate, how could you know so much about the affairs of the Red Pink Palace?"

Zhao Yanran smiled slightly and did not answer.

Ling Zheng didn't ask too much, and after putting away the loot, he said with a smile: "Since we have already killed this Han Chengyuan, I think as long as we are careful, it is estimated that we will not be seen by the group of people in the Red Pink Palace, right?"

"There should be no problem. Zhao Yanran nodded and said: "As far as I know, the Fengyue Witch and the white-haired Spirit Demon are both extremely conceited people, and the Han Chengyuan we pretended to be is estimated to not have a particularly high status in the Red Pink Palace, as long as the expression is natural, it should not be recognized by them." ”

The two of them were about to transform into Han Chengyuan and the machete again, but they saw more than a dozen figures flying in the sky in the distance.

Looking at the costumes, those dozen or so people didn't seem to be the demon cultivators of the Red Pink Palace, but the cultivators of other forces in the Flying Spirit Domain.

These dozen or so people obviously gathered together temporarily, without exception, they were all disgraced, and some of them still had wounds and blood stains on their bodies, which were probably caused by the previous battle with the demon cultivators of the Red Pink Palace.

The dozen or so people also saw Ling Zheng and Zhao Yanran below, and none of them opened their mouths to say hello, they all flew straight into the distance.

Looking at their panicked expressions and their posture of running for their lives, Ling Zheng and Zhao Yanran were a little puzzled.

The next moment, the earth beneath his feet began to shake. This vibration is different from the previous vibrations caused by the chaos of the leylines' power, as if it came from the surface.

"Woo ......"

Immediately after, a very strange voice came from the direction where the dozen or so cultivators had fled before.

The voice was extremely strange, low but penetrating. Ling Zheng just listened to it for a while, and then he felt dizzy and irritable in his heart.

After Zhao Yanran heard this voice, she was a little stunned at first, and then her pretty face changed color, and said, "Don't listen to this voice, otherwise, you will be manipulated." ”

When Ling Zheng heard this, he hurriedly guarded the spiritual platform and used the Spiritual Technique to resist that sound, but with little success.

"This is the flute sound of the soul control bone flute, it is extremely powerful, and if you are not careful, you will be manipulated and become a puppet!" Zhao Yanran looked into the distance, her face was full of vigilance: "There are a lot of demon beasts in this hidden dragon stream, and playing this soul control bone flute in this kind of place will cause demon beasts." ”

"Demon beast**?"

After Ling Zheng heard this, his heart tightened, and he flew into the sky at the same time as Zhao Yanran, looking at the black tide-like thing that surged up at the junction of heaven and earth in the distance, and his heart was beating wildly.

"It's the Wind Moon Witch, who used her soul-controlling bone flute to trigger a tide of beasts. Zhao Yanran pointed to the distance with a pale face: "That's thousands of demon beasts!"

"Kill the old witch with a thousand knives!" Ling Zheng scolded fiercely, and then grabbed Zhao Yanran's arm and shouted: "Why are you still stunned? Hurry up and run!"

Zhao Yanran came to her senses at this time, and saw that Ling Zheng was in a hurry and turned into a talisman with the Phantom Demon Thousand Transformation Technique, and without thinking much about it, she directly held the talisman in her arms, exerted her body with all her strength, and quickly swept in the direction where the ancient monk's mausoleum was located.

"Woo ......"

The sound of the soul control bone flute is getting clearer and clearer, and the syllables are very monotonous, and it is expected that the player should not understand the rhythm.

Soon, thousands of monsters poured in, and everywhere they went, mountains and rocks collapsed and trees toppled. This beast tide is like a huge iron plow, plowing the originally beautiful Hidden Dragon Stream beyond recognition, and the momentum is terrifying.

In the center of the beast tide, the Wind Moon Witch dressed in a light red gauze robe was walking in the sky, gently playing the strangely shaped white bone flute in her hand. The bright red of her cherry lips contrasted with the bitter white of the bone flute.

Her white hair fluttered, and a chilling coldness flashed from time to time in her bewitching peach blossom eyes.