Not far to the west of the waterhole is a lush bamboo forest, the sky is already bright, and the sunlight is torn into wisps by the bamboo leaves, leaving dots of light on the grass.

After a few people entered the bamboo forest, they didn't feel anything wrong, but the spiritual power here was abundant, and it seemed to be a natural place to practice. Several people sat down to meditate and rest, but Qin Kuang was holding his sword and was not completely settled.

He Hongxue didn't care about this little bit of spiritual power, moved to Qin Kuang's side, and touched his arm with his arm: "I heard that your sword cultivators still need to cultivate sword hearts, is it true?" ”

Qin Kuang opened his eyes and looked at him with wide eyes facing Shanghe Hongxue. She was wearing a man's robe, and her hair was tied in a woman's style, although it was also a simple fallen horse bun with a step sway, which was quite nondescript.

The two had met at the previous joint celebration of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and they had a fight, but the result was that Qin Kuang was covered in ashes, and He Hongxue slipped with oil on the soles of his feet. It's the first time we've talked to each other in all these years.

Qin Kuang nodded, everyone knows how important the sword heart of sword cultivation is, and this is also an important support for sword cultivation to be different from other types of immortal cultivators, who may overstep the level and kill people.

"So, what is Kenshin?" He Hongxue tilted her head to look at him, and the tassels on her steps fell on her shoulders, making her feel more playful.

"It's hard to say." Qin Kuang didn't answer on purpose, but it was really hard to say. Whether it's a sword heart or a Dao heart, it's a very mysterious thing that you can experience yourself, but it's hard to convey it to others in words.

He Hongxue probably also treated others with himself, and did not annoy his answer, but leaned closer to him, and seemed to have a good impression of him. Qin Kuang didn't hate her approach, and he didn't even refuse He Hongxue's request to see his sword "Remnant Sun".

As soon as he touched the "remnant sun", He Hongxue's sensitive Lingji felt a chilling aura of slaughter, which was the thousand-year-old sword qi of the remnant sun, "Don't feel it." Qin Kuang quickly grabbed her hand and prevented her from being eroded by the sword qi. As one of the inherited treasures of the Xuanzhen Sword Gate, those who don't recognize it will use their cold sword qi to protect themselves.

"I see." He Hongxue, in line with the idea of courtesy, took out a gold pen and asked Qin Kuang if he wanted to see it. Qin Kuang was as good as a stream, and took over the legendary gold pen, the gold pen at this moment was the size of an ordinary brush, the pure black bamboo pen, the golden pen was soft and delicate, and it was hard for him to imagine how He Hongxue used this pen to do such a decisive killing.

"It's simple, imagination, imagination doesn't understand?" He Hongxue likes to do the action as if she is holding something, and at this moment she is dancing and gesturing, which really makes people believe in her imagination, "Imagine what you want to use to attack, and then draw it, of course, these all require spiritual power consumption." ”

The two chatted with each other, and it was rare for time to be so calm.

Just as everyone was resting, Qin Kuang and He Hongxue suddenly took out their weapons and plunged them into the ground at the same time.

With a scream, two figures broke out from underneath, and everyone was disturbed and released from meditation and put on alert.

"Hey, hey, two yellow-haired children, they're very smart." The two people who broke out of the ground seemed to be trying to sneak up on everyone from the ground, but they were discovered by He Hongxue and Qin Kuang, since the comer was not good, they did not hesitate to sacrifice a killing move, long before entering the secret realm, their own master and predecessors said that the adventure of the secret realm is not only from the secret realm itself, but also from the people who entered the secret realm together. The Immortal Cultivation Association can only restrain these disciples of famous and decent sects, and those unknown small sects or scattered cultivators will not obediently obey their arrangements.

"Old man, don't come to practice when you're old, it's not good to bend your waist." He Hongxue turned a gold pen in his hand, and he was not stunned at all. Now that they have made their own moves, there is no need to be polite when they have already met each other.

The comers were two wizened old men, both armed with daggers about four inches long, with blue lights on their blades, which were not ordinary.

He Hongxue threw out the gold pen, and the gold pen grew to the length of a sword, and He Hongxue attached the sharp murderous aura to the soft tip of the pen, and stabbed the gold pen like a long sword at the old man who was injured by her gold pen.

"Lou Ling Jiujiang!" At the same time as the gold pen and dagger collided together, the tip of the pen flashed with complicated spells, and the surrounding dead branches and scattered leaves turned into sharp blades at this moment, piercing towards the old man's thin body.

Fortunately, the old man's combat experience is quite rich, and once he escaped from the ground and hid underground.

"You like to be in the Hidden Land, don't you?" He Hongxue laughed, jumped high, and at the same time, the gold pen in her hand became longer and bigger again, and she began to paint with the bamboo forest as the background.

"Drawing shapes, all things are based on!" The ink outline is actually the hydra that everyone killed before! The ink-colored hydra plunged into the ground one by one, turning over the land within a radius of dozens of feet, and the rest of the people sacrificed magic weapons to float into the air.

The two old men hiding in the soil seemed to be waiting for this moment, and suddenly attacked He Xinyue's sister and brother when the clods of soil were flying over their charming eyes. These two people are medical repairs at a glance, and they are really persimmons picking soft pinch.

"Ding! Bite! ”

The sound of two weapons handing over sounded, and the two of them were stopped by Qin Kuang's sword who was on the side, and the body of the remnant sun sword emitted a trace of blood, which was a precursor to the user's imminent killing move.

"West Wind Fierce Frost Morning Moon." Qin Kuang's face was calm, but his moves were fierce, and he directly started the remnant sun sword technique, and the sword qi turned into a round of remnant moon reflected in the scattered bamboo leaves and soil, there was a wonderful beauty of heaven and earth blending.

He Hongxue had already collected his momentum at this moment, and chased after him again, holding the gold pen and rotating it horizontally with his chest to form a circle, and the complicated and treacherous spell patterns appeared from it, "Liu Ling, Tiange!" A fiery phoenix flew out of the spell, Qin Kuang bought her just the time to complete this complicated killing spell, where the fiery phoenix flew over, everything was burned, and after a phoenix roared, the phoenix disappeared, and the two charred old men fell to the ground in a mess.

"It's not a loss, it's Ah Xue, Liu Ling can be used." Yang Yi began to speak a little sourly, as a fellow monk of the same generation, He Hongxue had already broken through the Jindan, and he was still one step away from the Jindan. However, he quickly adjusted his mentality, his cultivation was already fast, if he had to compare himself with geniuses like He Hongxue and Jiang Heqiu, it would be asking for trouble.

The two old men lying on the ground still had a breath left, and it seemed that they didn't have the strength to sneak attack everyone anymore, He Hongxue had the kind of bad playfulness in his bones, and found a relatively complete bamboo pole nearby, poked the two old men on the ground who didn't get a lot of breath, and said something even more heart-piercing: "The monks of the Jindan period can't find a way to break through, it seems that Yangshou is about to run out, but the sneak attack on us is a broken repair, is it worth it?" ”

The longevity of the monk is linked to the cultivation, and the longevity of the monk who builds the foundation is between 100 years old, if it can be like breaking the golden pill, then it can add two or three hundred years of longevity, and if it can be refined and enter the yuan baby, it can have another five or six hundred years of longevity.

Therefore, it is rare to see the elderly in the immortal cultivation world, and the two old men in front of them in the Jindan period must be at the end of their lives, and they will last fight to find the opportunity to advance to another step, but unfortunately they have moved their minds and provoked people who should not be provoked.

"Amitabha, the two of them are already at the end of their lives, why should the Lord He humiliate them again." Huihai recited the Buddha's name lightly, in fact, the sense of urgency brought by the realm and longevity is the pressure that every monk is facing, even if it is a group of young people like them, there will be a day when they will come to a dead end.

"Hey, the master said that you two are about to end their lives, I originally wanted to give you a good time and kill you two directly." He Hongxue was not annoyed, and made a compassionate expression, "Then let you quietly enjoy the last time of your life." After speaking, he pulled Yang Yi and left the bamboo forest without looking back, and continued to walk west.

Huihai didn't expect that He Hongxue's character still had such a bad side, and it was more humiliating and backup for the two of them to die of natural causes of Shouyuan than killing them and letting them fall in the Jindan period. However, everyone has their own fate, although he is a Buddhist cultivator, he is not a Buddha to repay the people who want to kill him with virtue, and he recited the Buddha name and left the bamboo forest with everyone.

When He Hongxue woke up, she felt that she was leaning against a soft and warm thing, she arched unconsciously, feeling that she was surrounded by something, she liked and was quite familiar with this feeling, and she didn't want to open her eyes.

"Xiaoxue, it's time to wake up." A gentle voice remembers in her ear, and she seems to know who it is, the man with whom she has a physical relationship and who has entered her spirit.

He Hongxue slowly opened her eyes and found herself lying in Zhang Mu's arms, opposite the lying donkey radish and Cen Yan, who was also asleep on the radish lean. Zhang Mu leaned against a tree, hugged He Hongxue from behind, and gently woke her up.

Although He Hongxue liked this embrace very much, she still got up immediately and observed the surrounding situation.

They were no longer in the sunflower field, they were in a forest at the moment, and there was an aura of peace and tranquility everywhere, and they couldn't feel any formation or illusion at all.

"How can you ...... Didn't I let you go back to Yuyuntai? ”

"We don't know, we didn't fly far before we rushed into the darkness and woke up here." Cen Yan also woke up at this time and told He Hongxue the ins and outs. Only then did He Hongxue realize that the black shadows in the flower field had set up a formation since they had appeared, and the attack was just a trick to attract them.

Who are they? What is the purpose of bringing them here? He Hongxue had to admit that her brain was really not enough at the moment, and looking around, she felt that this place was most likely a small secret realm, but she didn't know how to get out of here.