Jiang Su couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and shouted at Qi Wu: "You come over and help him, let him not fall!"

Qi Wu was shouted to a spirit, and hurriedly raised his head, seeing that the girl's face was full of anger, and she was still frowning when she closed her eyes, and immediately stepped forward to stabilize Fang Fold's arm.

"I'm holding it!"

"Good, good." Jiang Su seemed to smile and stood up straight.

Take off your shoes.

"......" Qi Wumo was silent.

The next moment, Jiang Su lifted the pair of shoes without shoes, and kicked it down with Pu Prison's buttocks in his mouth.

"Let me in!"

"I Jiang Su can eat well, why can't you eat it?!"

She pulled the other cub out of the storage bag.

These two "dragon sons" are the appearance of lifeless corpses, and the liveliness and vigor of the past have disappeared without a trace.

Once born and twice ripe, the jaws are also beast-shaped jackals, and there is an extra layer of hair on the body than Pu Lao.

Jiang Su rushed down the jackal's head, pinched the man's cheeks, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The corners of Fang's mouth cracked, the burns had not yet recovered, and the sides of his cheeks were rotten into open flesh. At this moment, a jackal larger than Pu Lao was stuffed, and his wound was even more torn, revealing his white bones.

"Let me in!! Get in! ”

Jiang Su stepped on it continuously, and was stunned to send Jianwei into Fang Zhi's stomach in an incomprehensible posture.

She burst into laughter.

"Eat it......"

Jiang Su sat on the ground again, holding the glass bottles piled up on the side in his hand. She leisurely pulled out the lid of the glass bottle and poured the elixir into her mouth one after another.

The Twelve Flames refined three spiritual materials in Fang Zhe's body, and after Jairus and Pu Lao entered the esophagus, they suddenly returned to the white chess pieces of the past.

Jiang Su's spiritual power looked at Fang Fold's body, noticed the changes in the two dragons, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"yes...... I've almost forgotten these parasitic eyeballs in my hands...... It ended up being a white chess piece, and it seems to be still in my storage bag, and it's the key to the Demon Domain, isn't it......?"

"Hahaha, there is nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them. If I knew that, what kind of shoes would I take off? ”

Jiang Su took out the remaining eight chess pieces, and rubbed their smooth appearance with his fingertips.

The next moment, she leaned forward and fed Fang Zhe the rest of the chess pieces.

"Dragon...... Chessman...... The real dragon also does the game for people, and his son is a soldier. ”

The spiritual power transformed in Jiang Su's body was very fast, and as the spirit pill was turned into juice and turned into spiritual power again, the five spiritual materials in Fang Zhen's body began to undergo abnormal changes.

The white chess pieces melted, the three spiritual materials were mixed together, the twelve fires burned each other, and something like a ball was faintly formed in his stomach.

"Real people make furnaces, five elements make materials, what am I refining?"

Jiang Su couldn't help but hook her lips and smile, cold sweat continued to appear on her forehead, dripping down her chin, and finally soaking her clothes.

She didn't care.

The huge feeling of exhaustion in her body, the constantly trembling muscles, and the mental fatigue made her swallow saliva subconsciously.

Jiang Su bit one of her tongues, and the pain on the tip of her tongue made her consciousness regain her consciousness for a short time, and her body was shaky.

Seeing this, Qi Wu held her back, and simply put the weight behind Fang Fold directly, and supported Jiang Su himself.

Qi Humanoid Bracket Satoru.

Jiang Su once again took advantage of Qingming and swallowed six bottles of the Spiritual Pill one after another. She still remembered that half a year ago, when she took pills, she still took them one by one, and occasionally alchemy consumed her spirit and energy, and she ate at most two pills of Spiritual Pills.

Now......

Between Zhuji and Yuanying, the gap between cultivation is about thousands of years, and it only took her half a year.

"Why is my cultivation progressing so fast?"

Jiang Su had never delved into this issue in detail, and between the various things of the Book of Heaven and the Heavenly Dao, this matter was inadvertently omitted by her.

The girl's eyes were closed, as if she were in an endless dark abyss.

"Sure enough, the bed curtain will be very good to sleep with blackout......"

"No...... I didn't finish the book......"

"I'm sleepy...... I want to sleep......"

Jiang Su muttered softly.

Although her consciousness was in the shattered void, it was still controlled by a small part of her body, but at the moment the feeling of exhaustion gradually lost control.

She's going to be lost in the void.

Scattered fragments of memories float in the corner of the shattered and collapsed sea of knowledge.

When the girl with condensed consciousness slowly closed her eyes in the void, she completely fell, and a sense of weightlessness hit.

Jiang Su's body was completely out of control at this moment. Qi Wu caught her, and Fang Fold leaned against the heavy ruler again, relieved.

"This ......"

Qi Wu frowned and hesitated, "Is this a success or not?"

His eyes fell on the empty glass bottles beside several people, counted them in his heart, and swallowed nervously.

At this moment, a blackfriar suddenly walked slowly from the side of the Black Tower.

Qi Wu raised his head suddenly, stared at this person, and released the coercion that belonged to his own Yuanying.

Right now, Jiang Su and Fang Zhe are both unconscious, if someone wants to plot against them, they will be killed......

"Who are you?" He asked in a cold voice, and the murderous aura was released.

The blackfriar drew his white sword and walked slowly in their direction, the tip of the sword pointing straight to the ground.

"Under ......"

"The White Knife Ghost of the Eastern Regions, Wang Jia."

Wang Jia stood beside Jiang Su and Fang Zhe, he lowered his eyebrows and looked at the girl in colorful clothes, there was a flash of light in his eyes, as if there was affection looming in it.

Wang Jia is a woman, and she is dressed as a man outside. At this moment, in Qi Wu's eyes, his expression was very similar to the person in the book who would have loved and hated Jiang Su for eight hundred years.

"Susu, how can you be so tired......"

"Eighteen bottles of the elixir...... Does she have to save this Fang Fold? ”

“…… When she was refining the elixir for me...... Is that how hard it is......"

Wang Jia asked himself silently in his heart.

These words burned into his heart like a red iron burned by a blazing fire.

He lifted the white sword, the blade resting against Fang Fold's shoulder.

The knife suddenly struck, shaking his long sword open in an instant!

Even though Qi Wu is now taking care of the two people whose life and death are uncertain, it is inconvenient to lift the weight ruler, but he has been cultivating for so many years, and he has used a knife!

He is the fifth son, and he has always used a secret weapon!

Wang Jia frowned slightly, and looked at Qi Wu who was in the way with dissatisfaction.

The next moment, hundreds of knives suddenly flew out from behind Qi Wu, wrapping Wang Jia from top to bottom like a hedgehog, the tip of the knife in contact with his clothes and exposed skin.

Wang Jia could even clearly feel that the knife around his neck pressed harder against his skin.

“……”

"The five sons of the Qi family, once enlightened, Jin Dan was broken step by step, Yuan Ying became step by step, and he really had some ability."

"But ......"

"Whoever I want to kill, he will definitely die, die by my sword."

Wang Jia's eyes were calm, and there was a blade pressing in front of him not far from his eyes, and he was not worried about it.

When the White Sword Ghost became famous in the Eastern Regions, he Qi Wu was still struggling to open his spiritual skills, and the two were not at the same level at all. What's more, there is a world of difference between Yuan Ying, Qi Wu is just a monk in the early stage of Yuan Ying and even has not yet stabilized.

"Why are you killing Fang Zhe?"

Qi Wu wanted to delay time, he believed that Jiang Su would definitely be able to sober up, and Fang Fold would be able to recover as before.

As soon as one of these two people woke up, the situation could be averted.

"Because...... We've seen it. Liang Yue? It's you. ”