Murong Tian tugged at the corners of his mouth, this evaluation was quite abstract.

It's a long road, and this bit of cultivation is a drop in the bucket.

Life, stamina, and defense are so low,

It's just crispy,

If you touch it, you will die.

God knows how hard he's running away these days.

He was not suitable for any path of immortal cultivation at all.

He did not inherit the memory of the original owner, his life twenty years ago was blank, and he relied on the guidance of the system to deal with the daily life of this world.

Even if the system is bound, the system cannot change the initial setting, and the initial setting is waste wood, nothing.

This cultivation realm was only opened up by relying on the master to cross a large amount of Zhenqi for him after he was seriously injured.

In this world of cultivation,

breath

It is the source of all energy.

Although he has obtained a large amount of True Qi, he has no corresponding ability to control it, so he can only let it dissipate.

The remnants of it remained in his body, but it gave him a refining realm that surpassed that of ordinary people who couldn't cultivate.

But those true Qi do not belong to him in the end,

Therefore, it is difficult for him to use it flexibly.

Give full play to the strength that ordinary Qi Refining Realm disciples of the Immortal Sect should have.

"What a daze, rush out with me!"

Yu Qing scooped him up.

The ornaments in the attic all rushed towards the two of them.

The porcelain vase was broken into pieces and pierced into their bodies,

The carved rosewood chest pressed against them,

The beams smashed into their path as if they had eyes.

There was a constant scream in his ears, like a woman's most resentful curse.

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun, don't go......"

"Where are you? Where are you? ”

The voice was terrible, and the words wept blood.

A piece of red yarn was overwhelmingly wrapped around Murong Tian from behind,

His pupils shrank,

I only felt a chill on the back of my neck.

Yu Qing held a long sword in his hand, picking forward and slashing back,

The sword qi in the sky was enveloped into a net, tearing apart the red veil, and protecting Murong Tian behind him.

Murong Tian's heart welled up with remorse,

After escaping from the secret path, he must practice hard, and he can't let his senior sister go into danger to save him.

Finally rushed out of the attic, Yu Qing was already pale.

With a wave of her hand, she threw Murong Tian to the other disciples waiting at the foot of the mountain, and said:

"Take him first, I'll break later."

Murong Tian flew up in the air and said anxiously:

"Senior sister!"

Yu Qing didn't even look at him,

Hold your sword tightly,

A man rushes into the crumbling attic.

Murong Tian was steadily caught by his disciples, and in addition to the gossip greetings from his peers, there was also a constant noise from the system:

"Keep up, keep up! She takes the lead, and we pick up the loot!"

"I'm afraid of death!"

Murong Tian has one head and two big.

"Die, you are the protagonist, the future savior, believe in your protagonist aura!"

The system hates iron and does not make steel,

I can't wait to grow an entity and kick him.

"Dare to rush! Anyone in this world can die, but you are the only one who dies! At a critical time, you can come to a hero to save the beauty and brush up on the favorability! ”

Murong Tian, who had been carried out of the hospital by his fellow disciples, struggled when he heard this,

Another turned over and returned to the courtyard,

In the blink of an eye,

The courtyard door was so closed that it could no longer be opened.

The fellow disciples were so angry that they stomped their feet outside the door, scolding Murong Tian for looking for death, and someone next to him comforted:

"Let's leave him alone, Senior Sister is still inside, two hours have come, let's go and invite the Fifth Elder!"

Everything shook when Yu Qing stepped into the attic.

Time and space in the attic seem to stand still,

Rushing to the face,

It's a stale breath.

The sash doors creaked,

Countless red yarns are tied to the beams,

Dancing without wind.

In the house, there is a plan table,

There is a shrine on it, covered with red veil, and it is impossible to see what is enshrined inside.

The woman's ethereal drama came from afar:

"The level of the willow and the green river,

Hear the sound of singing on the river.

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west,

The Tao is sunny but sunny. ”

The voice was like a grievance, like a cry, like a complaint, conveying a deep sorrow, making the listener weep.

Yu Qing was like an emotionless piece of wood, swinging his sword and stabbing straight at the shrine.

Suddenly, a small puppet jumped out of the shrine, dressed in a red costume made of red paper, tied in a child's bun, and let out a silver bell-like laugh, and jumped towards the porch.

Yu Qing would let go of this little monster, and pinched the word "gathering" casually, and an invisible net went to the little puppet.

The little puppet looked back, the position of the face was empty, and the facial features were empty, but everyone who saw it could feel a vicious gaze, which was terrifying.

"Babbling - why are you hitting me?"

A high-pitched, thin woman's voice rang out.

The little puppet swayed like a centipede, slowly growing larger, and directly broke the net.

As soon as Yu Qing's spell was broken, he was counterattacked before he could deal with it in the future. A fishy sweetness welled up in his throat.

She braced her mind, drew a talisman in the void with her right hand, and sealed the doll's retreat with sword energy with her left hand.

The puppet stretched out its arms, baring its sharp nails, and lunged at her frantically.

"Senior sister, run, it's a paper-clothed puppet, ordinary swords can't hurt it at all, and our cultivation is not enough to deal with it!"

Murong Tian came out of nowhere and shouted.

Yu Qing did not move like a mountain, and said coldly:

"The wind knows the grass. This paper puppet is just used to test my Liuyun Mind Method. ”

The paper clothes occasionally saw Murong Tian appear, but he changed direction and attacked him frantically.

"Host, run! The second law of the protagonist's aura, but whenever you appear, the highest-level monsters will definitely lock you for you to brush up on experience and drop equipment! ”

The system yells.

Murong Tian scolded while running away:

"What kind of broken attribute is this, the premise of brushing experience and dropping equipment is that I have to beat them!"

The system is speechless:

"It's okay for others to charge for you, provided you weren't discovered, didn't you ask you to follow your senior sister to pick up things before?"

Murong Tian said sadly: "This is too wretched! ”

The system ridiculed: "Cultivating immortals and preaching, vegetables are the original sin!" ”

Yu Qing was in a hurry, she had just arranged the formation, and the paper-clothed puppet chased after Murong Tian without even looking at her!

She chased after her sword.

Murong Tian, this kid can't do anything else, but his escape skills are first-class, I saw him flipping and jumping in the attic, hiding and hiding, and disappeared into the curtains after a while.

The song of the paper puppet became more and more poignant, shuttling back and forth between each empty house.

Yu Qing looked calm, and carefully explored the traces left by the paper puppet.

Murong Tian hid on a beam and shook it into a sieve.

He silently recited in his heart: "Grandpa Marx blesses", but he knew that there were really ghosts and gods in the Xiuzhen world, and he trembled even more.

"Do I really have a protagonist aura? Am I really not going to die? ”

The system was annoyed, and said directly: "You are the protagonist, the world is born for you, revolves around you, you die, the world collapses, can you shut up?" ”

"Does that mean I can go back?"

Murong Tian asked cautiously, his eyes lit up with anticipation.

The system was silent for a long time, and said:

"I don't know, maybe it's gone. You're gone, and I'm gone. ”

The sound of the paper puppet got closer and closer, and Murong Tian was even more frightened in his heart, so he simply broke the jar and broke it, jumped off the beam, and said:

"Or try it, I've had enough of these calamities anyway!"

"No!!"

The system emits a high-pitched alarm sound.

At this time, Yu Qing, who had been separated by several rooms, seemed to feel something, and rushed straight towards this house.

Just as the sharp nails of the paper-clothed puppet were about to pierce Murong Tian's chest, Yu Qing's body suddenly became uncontrollable and rushed in Murong Tian's direction.

Yu Qing's back suddenly opened with flesh, the fingertips of the paper puppet turned black, and the nails became longer and longer.

"Senior sister!"

Murong Tian's tears welled up all of a sudden, and he hurriedly took out his long sword and randomly blocked the next attack of the paper-clothed puppet.

Yu Qing was so noisy that his head hurt, he covered his mouth with one palm, and turned over to avoid the long nails of the paper clothes.

There was a fragrant fragrance from the tip of his nose, and Murong Tiancai found that he was pressed under his senior sister.

This is the first time in more than 20 years of his life that he has been so close to the opposite sex, and he can't help but blush.

However, the reality made him have no time to care about these charms, and the viscous and warm liquid dripped onto the tip of his nose - it was the blood of his senior sister!

A sharp pain came from his back, and Yu Qing bit the tip of his tongue and tried to sober himself.

She shook her body, sat up strongly, and said weakly:

"Kan one, Gen eight, Zhen three, Xun four pinched the word 'put', Lijiu, Kun two pinched the 'break' word, and the seventh, Qianliu pinched the word 'poly'...... Move fast! ”

Yu Qing reluctantly stood up, swinging his sword and fighting with the paper puppet.

Murong Tian broke out in a cold sweat,

When the book is used, he hates less, and he regrets that he is lazy in training, which leads to an empty brain now.

Seeing this, the system raised the virtual screen,

Murong Tian drew a scoop with a gourd, his fingers trembling, and he finally barely finished the formation.

The corners of Yu Qing's mouth have oozed blood,

When she saw that the array was arranged, she turned around lightly, introduced the paper-clothed puppet into the array, urged the true qi in her body, and shouted:

"Close!"