Song Yizhi pinched the blood-stained demon pill with two fingers, looked at Shen Huai who was dying on the water, and walked over slowly.

"Holy scriptures." Song Yizhi stretched out his other clean hand.

Shen Huai looked at Song Yizhi with horror in his eyes.

What a terrifying coercion, this coercion is more terrifying than the patriarch, and even, even more terrifying than the demon lord's!

What is the origin of this Song Yizhi?!

Yanyan vs. Song Yizhi, do you still have a chance to win?!

At this time, Shen Huai could still worry about Jiang Yan, and it could be regarded as infatuation.

He opened his mouth and was about to speak when Song Yizhi put a foot in his heart and said impatiently, "Holy scripture." ”

Shen Huai was kicked and flew out upside down, and the whole person rolled around on the water a few times before stopping.

Shen Huai, who lost the demon pill, was kicked by Song Yizhi again, and he was seriously injured and dying, and he couldn't maintain his human form at all.

Looking at Shen Huai, who had changed back to the prototype and shrunk, Song Yizhi walked up and stepped on the snake.

"Hiss......" Shen Huai hissed in pain, the snake pupils looked at Song Yizhi with some difficulty, and prayed in a voice, "I, I hand over the holy scriptures, you, don't hurt Yanyan......"

Song Yizhi raised his eyebrows, and agreed happily, "Okay." ”

She doesn't do anything to Jiang Yan, but others will!

That's no problem!

Shen Huai had to believe it, and he writhed the snake body with difficulty.

After a while, an unpretentious book appeared on the water.

Song brought back the holy scriptures with a pinched trick, and then used spiritual power to send the holy scriptures to Shen Zheng.

After Shen Zheng confirmed that it was correct, his consciousness moved to receive the holy text into the storage ring.

Song Yizhi raised his hand, and the ice spiritual power condensed into an ice pick and sent Shen Huai away, and then folded in front of Shen Zheng.

She put away the demon pill and pinched a trick to remove the dust, and then took out an antidote pill and fed it to Shen Zheng.

Then Song Yizhi walked in front of Lan Ruoming.

Looking at Lan Ruoming, who was kneeling on one knee and breathing disordered, she realized that Lan Ruoming's situation was wrong.

Even if her breathing was disordered, her body was still trembling, and her snow-white and flawless skin was unusually flushed.

This, this is like a hit......

Song Yizhi raised his hand and tentatively touched Lan Ruoming's hand.

Lan Ruoming, who was touched by Song Yizhi, reacted tremblingly, and the whole person immediately reflexively hid back.

"Don't touch me, get out, get out of here! Don't touch me! I'll kill you! Lan Ruoming's voice was full of defense and murderous intent.

Seeing that Lan Ruoming was about to fall on the water, Song Yizhi stretched out his hand to support her and said, "It's me, I'm Song Yizhi." ”

Song Yizhi?

The consciousness that was eroded by the poison was blank for a moment, and Lan Ruoming looked up with difficulty.

When she saw Song Yizhi's delicate and stunning face, Lan Ruoming suddenly let down some of her guard.

Her intuition told her that Song Yizhi was safe and reliable.

"Take, take me to my brother, the antidote..., the antidote is in his ......" Lan Ruoming said intermittently, regaining a little clarity and gradually becoming confused.

Song Yizhi didn't hate Lan Ruoming, so she couldn't leave with Lan Ruoming.

"Forget it, let's be a dead horse as a live horse doctor!" Song Yizhi stuffed the detoxification pill into Lan Ruoming's mouth, and then bent down and reached out to pick her up for the princess.

The Detoxification Pill was of little use to Lan Ruoming, and her condition was still not good.

Lan Ruoming shrank in Song Yizhi's arms, and Song Yizhi's cool body temperature was very comfortable for her.

Lan Ruoming followed her instinct and reached out to wrap her arms around Song Yizhi's neck, her hot cheeks against her cool neck skin.

Song Yizhi reflexively wanted to throw the person out with her backhand, but she held back.

Shen Zheng, who had regained his strength, stood up and walked to Song Yizhi's side.

"Nothing?" Song Yizhiguan asked.

Shen Zheng opened his mouth and said, "I'm fine, I'm really sorry, I'm dragging Miss Song back." ”

She didn't use anything, but she dragged Miss Song down, and even the holy scriptures were brought back by Miss Song for herself.

"What's the point of delaying this, we're friends." Song Yizhi spoke helplessly.

Shen Zheng muttered silently.

She must double her cultivation so that she can help Miss Song in the future!

Song Yizhi held Lan Ruoming's buttocks with one hand, took out the spear with the other, and then threw the spear out.

"Bump—"

The eye of the formation was destroyed by Song Yizhi, and the formation dissipated little by little.

After the lotus pond in the fairyland disappears, the thick smell of blood enters the tip of the nose.

Song Yizhi reacted very quickly and jumped to avoid falling into the pool of blood.

After the two of them stood firm, they were disgusted by the situation in front of them.

It was like a boxy secret room, and the dim candlelight made it even more gloomy.

Song Yizhi stood on the edge of the blood pool and looked around.

There are many girls and boys who have been dried up on the stone walls on all sides, some of them are already white bones, and some have rotted most of the ......, in short, the more you look at it, the more disgusting it becomes.

In the center was a huge pool of blood, and the pool of blood was so full that it was about to overflow.

The thick smell of blood between the snorts was almost disgusting.

"What the hell is this place!" Shen Zheng said, and a long sword had already appeared in his hand.

Song Yizhi had a bottom in his heart.

This should be the place where the Jiang family cultivates evil arts.

As soon as he arrived at the so-called secret realm, Song Yizhi felt the existence of the formation.

They didn't enter the secret realm at all, and then they were transferred to the place where the Jiang family cultivated evil arts!

When Song Yizhi was about to speak, Lan Ruoming's hand around her neck tightened a little.

Song Yizhi had to release some ice spiritual power to alleviate Lan Ruoming's situation.

The cold temperature made Lan Ruoming feel a little more comfortable, but this was like drinking to quench her thirst, and after a short period of comfort, she wanted more.

"Quick decision, Lan Ruoming's situation is getting more and more serious." Song Yizhi said.

Through several layers of clothes, she felt that Lan Ruoming's body temperature was terrifying.

Shen Zheng nodded.

"It's really a useless demon clan, even a few little monks can't stop it!" Cold voices came from all directions, and it was impossible to find out where the sound came from.

Shen Zheng walked to Song Yizhi's side, his eyes solemn.

Listening to this rich voice, at least it is also a Yuanying monk.

And I don't know how many enemies there are in the shadows......

No matter how many enemies there are, she must protect Miss Song from leaving this ghost place safely.

Song Yizhi turned the spear in her hand, and she searched for it inch by inch.

"Whoosh-"

The spear burst through the air.

"Bell!"

After the white tassel spear returned to Song Yizhi's hands, the location of the evil cultivator in the shadows was also exposed.

The cultivator wrapped in a black cloak stepped out.

Shen Zheng looked at the evil cultivator who was almost integrated with the surrounding environment, and the long sword in his hand tightened a little.

"Something capable." The evil cultivator stared directly at Song Yizhi's delicate face, and the salivation in his eyes was unconcealed, "It's a pity that you are destined not to get out of here." ”

The evil cultivator's gaze made Song Yizhi feel uncomfortable, and her face turned a little colder.

Whether you can go out or not is not just a mouth.

"I'm head-on, you sneak attack." After speaking, Song Yizhi held Lan Ruoming in one hand and killed with a spear in the other.

The evil cultivator didn't take the too young Song Yizhi in his eyes at all, he directly launched coercion, wanting to end this one-sided torture simply and rudely.

As soon as the magic weapon enchantment on Song Yizhi's body opened, it directly helped her resist the coercion.

Looking at Song Yizhi, who was not affected in the slightest, the evil cultivator's eyes were filled with greed for the magic weapon on Song Yizhi's body.

"Bell!"

The evil cultivator looked at the weapon in his hand that was deformed by Song Yizhi's shot, and his face was distorted with anger.

Song Yizhi's cultivation is not as good as evil cultivation, but the weapons on her body are all the best!

The cultivation is not enough, and the magic weapon comes to make up, and it is Song Yizhi who is talking about.

(End of chapter)