Situ Yong's state is very bad.

Although Liu Wenzhong had just reached the fourth level of cultivation, the realms of the two were already very different. Situ Yong's three main magic weapons were all destroyed, and the last personal talisman magic weapon was also completely damaged and completely scrapped.

The spiritual power in Situ Yong's dantian qi sea was churning, and even if he fought with Liu Wenzhong for a while just now, he might explode and die.

Now let alone the Imperial Envoy Flying Sword, even the simplest small spell to strengthen the five senses Situ Yong can't use it. If it weren't for the instant escape of the Baili Fu exchanged from the Immortal Mo Sect, Situ Yong would have died at this moment.

Situ Yong came here to seize the time to heal his injuries, and then take Wang Qian and that stupid boy to the Xianmo Sect to avoid Liu Wenzhong's pursuit, and then plan for the future.

There was silence in the ruined temple, Situ Yong walked into the dilapidated house and saw Huzi lying quietly on the ground, but Wang Gan was nowhere to be seen.

Situ Yong knew that his apprentice was unstable and liked to linger in places where dogs and horses sounded, and now he must have gone to Shanyin City to have fun again. At this time, Situ Yong didn't care about getting angry, and immediately meditated cross-legged on the side, took out a few bottles of pills from his arms and took them in turn, and began to cultivate to recover from his injuries.

The main hall of the ruined temple is nearly three feet high, and the roof has three main beams and countless wooden rafters, which makes people think of the scene when the incense was at its peak. However, due to perennial disrepair, these things have long been unable to see their original colors.

On the wooden beam directly above, Yang Xiu held the White Deer Sword in his hand and hung motionless upside down on the beam, with only two eyes on his body turning slightly with Situ Yong's movements.

At this time, Yang Xiu held his breath and concentrated, his body did not tremble, he did not breathe, and he did not even have a heartbeat.

The special exercises recorded in the "Anxin Sutra" can not only allow monks to calm their minds and concentrate on cultivation, but if used to the extreme, they can also make people's physical bodies enter a state similar to death.

In addition, Yang Xiu also pasted a few Dao talismans specially tailored for night walkers on his body, which could hide his aura to a certain extent.

If it was in normal times, even if Yang Xiu was fully prepared, lying on top of the head of a Qi Sea Stage monk like this would be purely looking for death. Now Yang Xiu is gambling that the other party treats this broken temple as a secret stronghold, and he is seriously injured, his vigilance has dropped greatly, and he will not bother to search.

Yang Xiu stared at Situ Yong taking the pill and meditated cross-legged until he slowly entered a state of cultivation. There was silence in the temple, only the snoring of Huzi and Situ Yong's long breathing.

After a while, Yang Xiucai slowly changed the angle of the White Deer Sword slightly, aimed at Situ Yong diagonally below, and then let go of the wooden beam with his hands and feet, and fell down quietly.

Like a gecko that preys.

At the moment when he was about to land, Yang Xiu gathered the spiritual power of his whole body and slammed it into a bucket, and the white deer sword stabbed Situ Yong's neck fiercely, and there was already a trace of joy in his eyes:

I can't stab you so close!?

But at the same time as the sword blade pierced into Situ Yong's body, Situ Yong, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head and stared at Yang Xiu, and at the same time directly grabbed the blade of the long sword with his right hand.

Yang Xiu secretly screamed badly, turned around in the air to regain his balance, and at the same time, his left hand trembled violently, and a Dao talisman had already shot towards Situ Yong's back.

"Smack!"

There were two crisp sounds in a row, the first was the flying sword formed by the Dao Fu stabbing Situ Yong's chest, and the second was the sound of Yang Xiu falling steadily to the ground.

After landing on the ground, Yang Xiu's face was happy, and he followed forward, and the White Deer Sword accurately resisted the opponent's Qi Sea Acupoint, and the tip of the sword pierced the opponent's skin without hindrance.

The Qi Sea Cave is the Achilles' heel of every monk.

In the Qi Sea Period, immortal cultivators can only use spiritual power to strengthen their bodies when they get out of the quenching period, and begin to store spiritual power in the Qi Sea Dantian.

"Situ Yong, I know you have that green pill in your arms, it's better to save it,"

Yang Xiu stared at Situ Yong intently, reaching into the other party's arms and groping for things, and at the same time slightly signaled the other party's bloody palm with his eyes, and warned loudly: "This sword of mine is a magic weapon." ”

Situ Yong's face was cold, he didn't say a word, and there was surprise and anger in his eyes staring at Yang Xiu, and more puzzled: Why is Yang Xiu here!?

It's not that Situ Yong doesn't want to speak, but he can't say it. Just twisting the White Deer Sword has exhausted Situ Yong's remaining spiritual power, and Yang Xiu now only needs to exert a little force, Situ Yong's qi will be completely ruined, and his cultivation will be in vain.

To Yang Xiu's surprise, Situ Yong didn't have many items on him. There was only a tattered scroll, two badly damaged objects that could no longer be seen, and only a small purple-gold cloth bag remained.

Immortal cultivators who have cultivated to a high level can put magic weapons and magic weapons into their bodies, but it is not enough to see that these three things are too badly damaged, obviously Situ Yong already thinks that there is no need for that.

Who did the other party meet, and the situation was so miserable?

Yang Xiu suppressed the doubts in his heart and directly threw a few things aside.

In the lightning fight just now, Yang Xiu had already seen that the other party's injuries were more serious than he imagined. Immortal cultivators in the Qi Sea Period, as long as they can use half of their spiritual power, they will also end up being killed on the spot by the opponent's flying sword.

The immortal cultivator's flying sword moves at will, which is much faster than his own mountain-splitting sword technique.

"What happened to Huzi?" Yang Xiu asked coldly.

"Ahem...... I don't know,"

Situ Yong coughed twice, spit out a mouthful of blood, his gray beard and robe were dyed red, looking pitiful and helpless, "Yang Xiu, why did you do it to the old man, but you want to betray the master......

"Old dog, don't pretend to me,"

Yang Xiu squatted down and squinted at the helpless and pitiful old man in front of him, but there was no pity in his eyes, "Wang Qian is dead, there is no need for the two of us to play dumb riddles, you know what I want." ”

Situ Yong's eyes froze when he heard this, and then he returned to normal.

Watching Yang Xiu enter the Heavenly Book Pavilion from a pedantic scholar to becoming Lin Shuangchen's apprentice, Situ Yong knew Yang Xiu's character too well, so he didn't try to use the Great Truth and the Heavenly Book Pavilion to subdue the other party, countless plans flashed through his mind, and he said in an encouraging tone:

"I see...... Yang Xiu Xiaoyou, in addition to Tianshu Mountain, I also have two other secret caves. I'll tell you the location, or I'll take you to get it, the pills and spiritual herbs inside, as well as countless magic weapons and magic weapons, all belong to you, what do you think?"

"No, I'm actually more interested in what you've done before,"

Yang Xiu shook his head slightly, squatted on the ground and looked at Situ Yong, and asked word by word: "Answer me, is it you who asked Wang Qian to set fire to my house?"

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Situ Yong's forehead, his face was pale and bloodless, and he paused before saying, "That was a misunderstanding, I originally let Yang Shaotian and Wang Qian ......"

"I understand," Yang Xiu interrupted the other party's words, the smile on his face became even bigger, his eyes narrowed into two lines, and the blade of the White Deer Sword went a little deeper into Situ Yong's Qi Sea Cave, and the dignified Qi Sea Stage Monk let out a strange muffled snort, his expression was very painful.

"Wait!"

Situ Yong endured the severe pain of the sea of qi being torn, and said quickly: "You don't want to save your brother, kill me, no one can unlock the sealing spell for him!"

Hearing this, Yang Xiu's movements stopped, and his brows furrowed tightly.