The mother-in-law showed a suspicious look on her face, and she heard the young man below who didn't know whether to live or die ask a third question: "Dare to ask Mother-in-law, did you ever pluck a delicate heart from a scholar more than ten years ago?"

"Delicate Heart?"

The mother-in-law was stunned when she heard this, and a vague memory in her heart was touched, and her face couldn't help but show a look of thought.

Just before she could think about it, she suddenly heard the young man say again, "Brother Wei, are you here or am I coming?"

"Eun Gong's knife is sharper, I'm here to help!" Wei Bao's voice rang out.

The mother-in-law immediately turned her gaze and swept in the direction where Wei Bao was before, but saw that this Wei Dumiao was holding the female corpse with both hands, and slowly fell to a coffin lid on the ground.

A golden-threaded cloud snake was tightly wrapped around the body of the female living corpse, no matter how it writhed, it couldn't break free at all.

As if sensing the sight of the mother-in-law, Wei Bao Huo Ran raised his head, and the killing intent in his eyes was awe-inspiring.

Looking around him, only the golden-threaded fog tiger was missing.

The mother-in-law was alarmed, and she looked down sharply, but saw the young man standing quietly in place, covered with a smoky feather coat, and was scratched and bitten by a group of living corpses.

Seeing that Qi Jingzhi had never stepped on a tiger to ascend to the sky, the mother-in-law of the heart-picking mother was relieved, and immediately sneered: "The ability to fly is not good, but the ability to fly is not good, but the tiger with a single head turned into clouds and a hidden head and tail can help me?"

The witch didn't stop laughing, and a bull-eared sharp knife suddenly poked out in the void behind her.

Before she could react, the sharp tip of the knife was like hot soup pouring snow, and it stabbed into the soft socket under the back of her head with a pop, and then slashed through her skull diagonally upwards, and then burst out from the center of her eyebrows.

The mother-in-law's expression froze, and her body froze in place.

At the same time, a red gold sword cloud quietly emerged, faintly showing the shape of a tiger, but the tiger's body did not have the veins formed by the previous golden thread, and it looked a little illusory.

On the head of this foggy tiger, there was a silver candlestick that had been extinguished.

Next to the candlestick stood a small monk who was about the same height, all of his body was outlined by gold threads, and the gold was extremely eye-catching.

At this time, the little monk was raising his eyebrows and struggling to raise the handle of the ox-eared knife above his head.

In his busy schedule, he didn't forget to bow his head and grin at Qi Jingzhi below, his eyebrows and eyes were thin, and the corners of his mouth were curved, which was smart and cute.

Seeing the little monk, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help laughing, the strength around him suddenly swelled, and the smoke and feather clothes he carried immediately rose in the wind, completely separating the dozen or so living corpses that pounced on his body in an instant.

Then, like a golden cicada shedding its shell, he leaped up from his feather coat, his toes touching the shoulders of a living corpse, like a bird flapping its wings, and then flying high, and swooping towards the heart-picking mother-in-law.

Just as Qi Jingzhi's smile flew, this demon woman was like when she was stabbed in her heart before, and the aura around her body passed rapidly, and it disappeared in an instant.

The lid of the coffin, which had been floating in mid-air, lost control, and it rolled to the ground without decay, knocking down several living corpses that were already standing still.

Qi Jing held the handle of the ox ear sharp knife with one hand, and choked the throat of the heart-picking mother-in-law with the other hand, and slowly floated down by the fog tiger.

The little monk Qi Huchan let go of the handle of the knife first, hugged the silver candlestick with both hands, and jumped on the shoulders of his eldest brother.

When the two brothers landed on the ground, Qi Jingzhi turned his head and looked over his shoulder, and saw the little monk's eyebrows fluttering, and his excitement was overflowing.

Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but smile knowingly, and said to the little monk: "This time you have made a great contribution, and I already know how to help you manifest, so for now, let's return the golden energy of other people first."

Fang Cai's rather complicated sound was really not deliberately done by Qi Jingzhi, but Qi Huchan volunteered.

Last night, in order to compensate Wei Bao, Qi Jingzhi proposed to use cowhide to make a pair of leather armor, and when peeling the skin, he used a cow-eared knife.

Wei Bao watched the whole process

, naturally recognized this knife, and when I saw my mother-in-law being pierced through the heart with a knife, I knew that it was Engong who arrived.

Later, the demon woman came back from the dead, and Wei Bao knew that he had not been caught, so he guessed the general direction and secretly sent the fog tiger over.

At that time, Qi Jingzhi was hidden in the silver blood light, and he included the fog tiger in the situation, so he wanted to go up to the sky and give the demon woman a ruthless blow, but he didn't expect Qi Hu Chan to suddenly move, and he jumped out of the scabbard by himself and was swallowed by the fog tiger into his mouth.

The next thing was unexpectedly smooth, the fog tiger flew into the sky, and Qi Huchan swung the knife to defeat the enemy.

The little monk was praised by his eldest brother, and the smile on his face was even bigger.

He knew that Qi Jingzhi still had something important, so he immediately nodded happily, but he was not in a hurry to return the golden qi, but put the silver candlestick on his head, held his chest up, pouted his buttocks, shook his head and tail, walked back and forth twice, and immediately looked at the eldest brother with a hopeful face.

Qi Jingzhi was slightly surprised, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "Do you want Fang Cai's candle-wearing golden rooster?"

The little monk immediately nodded vigorously.

He rested the silver candlestick on his eldest brother's shoulder, stretched out his hand and pointed to the candlestick, and then to the gold thread that was being precipitated from the roots of his body, and finally closed the eleven bows, and disappeared again.

The meaning that the little monk wanted to express, Qi Jingzhi naturally understood.

If it can be held in his hands, even if his younger brother is not spiritual, he can also show himself anytime and anywhere, and there are no other benefits.

When the golden thread of the little monk was outlined and returned to the fog tiger on the side, Qi Jingzhi only felt a breeze blowing, and there seemed to be a spiritual light floating into the ox ear sharp knife in his hand, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart the wonder of creation and the wonder of fate.

He and Qi Huchan's brotherhood don't talk about it, just talking about this journey, his younger brother and the red gold knife share the gold qi together, and they have gradually formed a little friendship with each other's spiritual sense, especially with the fog tiger, and even the gold thread of others can be borrowed.

"Engong, can you kill that demon woman this time?"

Seeing that the Golden Thread Mist Tiger had regained its original form, Wei Bao in the distance raised his voice and asked.

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi once again focused his eyes on the top-picking mother-in-law in his hand, only to see that although there was still no blood and brains flowing out of the knife, there were some fine black dust floating out of it.

Seeing this, he immediately twisted the handle of the knife and stirred it in the head of this witch.

This time it was like stabbing a hornet's nest, not only in the knife edge, but also in the skin of the mother-in-law, including her black clothes, were shattered into countless black dust, and they floated towards the sky one after another.

In the blink of an eye, a red-eyed monkey with bare body and no eyelids appeared in front of Qi Jingzhi's eyes.

"Huh? This witch is not a human being."

This thought was born in his heart, Qi Jingzhi only felt that the palm of his left hand was tight, and there was a bright light between the palms and fingers holding the neck of the little monkey.

He couldn't help but be stunned, not that he was surprised by the belated arrival of the bronze mirror, but that he felt that the mirror had always fed on demons with special spirits, but this time it was as blind as himself, and he couldn't see through the disguise of the mother-in-law.

Immediately, Qi Jingzhi shouted in the direction of Wei Bao: "Finally found the right point, it was a one-hit kill! This time, we're beaten by two knives!"

Wei Bao nodded silently when he heard this, leaned over and picked up the previous female corpse from the lid of the coffin, and walked towards a coffin.

Qi Jingzhi looked around, only to see that most of the fallen leaves in the garden had burned at this time, several flames on the ground were weakening, and thick smoke was rising from the embers, but seven or eight ancient trees encountered the night wind wrapped in sparks, and they turned into huge torches in an instant.

Because of the dry weather, these torches burned extremely brightly and brightly, but they almost swirled and extinguished.

In just a few breaths, the flames could devour the leaves and slender branches of the tree, and then extinguish them in an instant, leaving only a scorched tree as black as iron and dancing its teeth and claws towards the sky.

Between the smoke of the Iron Tree and the embers of the flames, hundreds of corpses looked hideous, standing or falling, and at a glance they looked like Netherworld Hell.

Qi Jingzhi did not go to help Wei

The leopard collected the tribesmen, but put away the ox-eared knife and took the silver candlestick from his shoulder.

He walked back to the ancient cypress from before, pressed his back against the trunk of the tree, and tried his best to stretch his spiritual sense, and at the same time mobilized the spirit of the pine and cypress beetle trees that splashed snow and frost and rain, and protected the ancient cypress from wind and fire.

After a fight, the back garden of Baiyun Palace suddenly quieted down.

The sound of the wind from all over the city, the galloping hooves of horses, the rain of arrows breaking through the air, and the shouts of all kinds of fighting, were noticeably louder than before.

After extinguishing the silver candlestick, Qi Jingzhi could no longer see the golden pillar, the statue of the autumn god, and the three golden gates with different colors, and he didn't know if there had been any changes.

At this time, he and Wei Bao had already caught a small fish, but just listening to the movement in the city now, they knew that this chaos was far from over.

Suddenly, Qi Jingzhi only felt that his heart moved, and he immediately looked at the palm of his left palm, and saw that the figure of the hairless red-eyed monkey was already reflected in the mirror.

"The corpse of the wind mother, transformed by the yin wind, erodes people's hearts and livers, lives to the wind, breaks the brain and dies, is cold, bitter in taste, non-toxic, and can be cured of wind disease by soaking in wine."

Qi Jingzhi nodded secretly, the one who could be looked at by the bronze mirror was really not an ordinary monkey, or even a monkey at all.

"Can soaking wine cure wind disease? It doesn't seem to be very useful...... But this so-called yin wind is kind of interesting."

Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but secretly sigh that the recipes of the bronze mirror were miscellaneous, and even the monks who ate Xia Xia were out of reach.

The more he has seen and heard now, he knows that the choice of the monk at the level of Fan Xia is particularly important, and it must be in line with his own path, and after choosing, he must not get tired of eating and refining, the more refined the better, and it is impossible to taste everything like a mirror.

On the contrary, the things that have been refined by the mirror have always been extremely pure, and if there is a monk who chooses the Yin Wind, then this Wind Mother corpse is an extremely precious treasure for it.

"Well, it's a pity that this wind mother corpse is not very consistent with what I have learned, the so-called ten thousand pine winds rise, and an angry crane soars into the sky, although this yin wind that erodes people's hearts and livers is also wind, most of them can melt into the pine wind, and even give birth to strange changes, which can erode people's hearts and minds, but it is greatly contrary to the wind bones of the pine and cypress armor trees that cover the sky and the wind shakes the sheng, and it is not worthy of the grandeur of the angry crane soaring into the sky."

"In this way, this wind is ...... to me Well? Transformed by the wind, eroding people's hearts and livers?"

Qi Jingzhi looked at the silver candlestick in his hand sharply, and said secretly, "It seems that the final assessment of this silver demon corpse by the bronze mirror is three words...... Through the Netherworld!"

"Before, the blood flame couldn't burn the heart-picking mother-in-law, because there were those strange black dust to cover it."

"Now that the corpse of the Wind Mother has returned to its original appearance, if this yin wind that erodes people's hearts and livers collides with the silver blood flame that eats people's hearts and desires, and resentment can pass through the netherworld, I don't know how they will change with each other? Can it be as integrated as the spirit corpse, the corpse of the scarlet, and the corpse of the black demon to add more mystery?"

"It's not very useful for me to leave and right this wind mother corpse, so I might as well ...... it."

This thought just came out of Qi Jingzhi's heart, and it could no longer be contained, and it was really that the situation in Jiuzhen County was becoming more and more chaotic and dangerous now, and it was good to add a little more strength, and in some cases, the power of the Silver Blood Flame was even higher than that of the Frying Life and the Ox Ear Sharp Knife.

He immediately took out the Wind Mother's corpse from the palm of his left hand, and immediately ignited the Silver Blood Flame again.

After the refining of the mirror, the corpse of the Wind Mother, which was originally only three feet long, shrank more and more, and now it is only the size of Qi Jingzhi's palm, and it looks like it is completely fierce, but it is inexplicably a little naïve.

This hairless little monkey was illuminated by the light of the blood flame, and the two red eyes burst out with an inch of red light, and there was a trace of black gas on the body, as if black hair had grown all over the body in an instant.

At the same time, the little silver girl with closed eyes and smiling on the silver candlestick opened her eyes suddenly, revealing two dark black holes, revealing infinite resentment inside.

At this moment, the hairless red-eyed little monkey is so similar to the little girl holding a blood candle and her eyes like holes.

In contrast, Qi Jingzhi suddenly found that the little monkey's red eyes were actually made of blood condensation, and it may even be because the mother-in-law of the heart was killed for many years, and her Taoism was much higher than that of Wan'er, and the red eyes were more condensed than the blood candle

It was much purer, and the breath did not leak at all, so that Qi Jingzhi had not been able to recognize it at a glance before.

In addition, the slightest black qi on the little monkey's body is also light, but at this moment, when carefully compared and distinguished, it is clearly similar to the resentful meaning revealed in the eyes of the little girl, and it reminds Qi Jingzhi of the resentful yin wind that was once left in the spiritual mask.

As for the yin wind of the wind mother corpse and the silver smell of the silver corpse, which one can touch people's hearts more, it is unknown.

Seeing this situation, Qi Jingzhi was a little hesitant in his heart, originally he wanted to use the silver candlestick as the main thing, and use a wind to help the fire, but at this moment, he found that the mother-in-law was an old demon after all, even if she was dead now, but in terms of the purity of the corpse, it was very likely to be anti-guest-oriented.

At this moment, the little silver girl, who should have been equally unconscious, suddenly moved.

She moved the tray above her head and reached for the head of the hairless red-eyed monkey, as if trying to put the blood candle on top of the other's head. qδ

"It's ......"

Qi Jingzhi suddenly remembered that before Wan'er's body was refined by the mirror, it seemed to be a bronze monkey's candlestick.

That candlestick existed in Wan'er's memories, and whenever she was afraid of the dark, her father would light it and put it at the head of the little girl's bed!