Ji Xuan took out one of the four male corpses that had not been processed for a long time from the storage ring, and muttered in his heart: The corpse is beautiful, good-looking, and fresh, so it won't expose anything?

It seems that there is nothing to reveal?

System: "Your senior sister wanted to ask you a question, but the timing was not right, so she didn't ask it." ”

Ji Xuan nodded, it was excusable, and it was indeed somewhat more than enough to carry it with him.

She tied a rope around the corpse's waist and protected it with her spiritual power, imitating the way a real person approached the ink block, sending the corpse into the floating ink.

Judging from the eyesight of the Qi cultivation disciples, the ink block was actually only the size of a palm, but the corpse covered it, and the light and shadow were distorted, and it even disappeared directly.

The rope near the ink block was distorted and twisted, severed in two, and fell into the soul fluid.

Ji Xuan silently put away the rope.

"Probably an anchor." An Jingbai guessed, "The fixed transmission channel, if you're lucky, is two-way." Judging from the current situation, it's quite stable - now, it's really going to arrest people. ”

Ji Xuan nodded, and found that his acceptance level was actually very high.

Most of the Qi cultivators followed their actions, and now, in the distance, there were scattered some disciples with imperial envoy magic weapons floating on the water, about twenty or so.

Not all monks know this skill, and not everyone can afford a magic weapon for transportation, let alone buy it.

After all, everyone has a spirit beast in their hands, and that is the gold swallowing beast that really wants to grit their teeth and spend spirit stones and contribute points, and their legs and wings are not long in vain.

Qi cultivators who can blend in and participate in the covenant ceremony of the monk are relatively high.

Among the Qi cultivation disciples, this group of people can be regarded as a relatively good batch, and they are fortunate to experience a danger with the Jiedan Monk and the Jiedan Monk.

An Jingbai's gaze turned to the fellow Daoists not far away, taking care of everything, and was willing to be this wicked person for the junior sisters.

Her spiritual power swept through twenty people, and found that most of the monks' cultivation was similar to her, and some of them were higher than herself, and occasionally there were people with lower spiritual power than her.

Scattered everywhere, but also in heaps.

An Jingbai's divine sense picked the most shabby magic weapon among the pile of cultivators lower than her, and circled around it a few times, and finally reluctantly withdrew it.

Forget it, there's no need to tear your face yourself right now.

If you really encounter fierce resistance, you will waste spiritual power when you fight, and spiritual power is to continue your life.

"Senior sister." An Jingbai said that he blatantly added amplification to his voice, and did not hide his intention.

"This ink must be the key point, since the puppet can pass, then the human body must be able to. This rope has a neat section, and only when the teleportation array is activated, the formation cuts the space inside and outside, which will cause such a smooth wound on the rope. In my opinion, this floating ink is so abnormal, even if it is not the exit of this array, it is also the eye of the array, and among the two, one must be chosen. ”

Ji Xuan cooperated: "Senior sister is right, the way we left is to hide in the world behind the ink block, the road to survival has been opened, it just depends on how we seize the opportunity to escape from here." ”

The two of you acted for a while, and before An Jia couldn't help but arrest people, he finally tricked the other monks into participating.

Strictly speaking, it's not a deception.

She was still the first monk she met, her sword floated on the surface of the Soul River, the spirit sword was wrapped in layers of spiritual power, and there was a half-dead male cultivator on top of it who was tied up and placed by her, and the two approached the boat together.

Fully automated courier.

The art of the sword, floating on the water, consumes less spiritual power than a complete volley.

An Jingbai stopped his mouth, put away the amplification technique, and waited for them to approach.

"Senior sister."

The nun stopped at the side of the ship and opened her mouth to indicate her intention.

"My friend feels that his life is not long and is in danger, and he urgently needs to find a way out, and he is willing to explore it for everyone."

The people on the boat stared at her, and the nun apparently had something to do.

The nun's face did not change: "However, this matter is extremely risky, and although my friend has compassion, it is not easy for others to take advantage of it. ”

The male cultivator closed his eyes and fell on the back of the broad sword, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

An Jing Baiquan thought that he was blind, and he didn't ask the origin of the male cultivator, whether it was really voluntary, but just asked:

"What do you mean?"

Female Cultivator: "The situation is critical, and I can't complain about others." My junior brother is a friend of mine, so he is willing to go to the soup for me. If my sister allowed me to get on the boat and wait for his news, I think he would be able to go with peace of mind. In addition, if Senior Sister can give him a Shadow Stone, it will be able to reduce our follow-up expenses a lot, and we will be more at ease. ”

This person has been caught, but the next one may not be, just catch it like this, and there will always be a day when you can't bring a new person. End early, rest assured early.

An Jingbai: "I do carry a shadow stone that I can give to my junior disciple to equip it, but it is still unknown whether it will be useful or not. As for the Taoist ......"

She pretended to hesitate and asked Jiang Nian, "What does Senior Sister Jiang mean?" ”

This is purely Tai Chi, Ji Xuan said guiltily when he heard this: "The quality of this boat is average, it can only be taken by two people, and my senior sister fished me up in order to save me, such a great grace, toothless and unforgettable." ”

"Senior Sister An, this junior sister does have a reason for her, I wonder if Senior Sister An has other ways to help Senior Sister? If not, I have a cultivation pot for breeding large aquatic spirit plants, if the junior sister doesn't mind and doesn't move, the spiritual power consumed to maintain it on the water surface is less than the fairy sword, and I can lend it to the junior sister. ”

An Jingbai: "I can't protect myself, there is really no good way, if you don't mind, why don't you try it according to my junior sister's method?" ”

The nun looked at the three clear seats in the boat, and did not break it, and said directly:

"Deal, give it to me."

Ji Xuan took out the super large flower pot prepared for the water banyan tree and threw it to the nuns.

The female nun scooped up the male nun's body, woke the person up, and handed it to the boat.

"Hurry up," she said, "we can't hold it out." ”

Ji Xuan nodded, tied the male cultivator's waist with a rope again, and equipped him with a shadow stone, ready to send it to the ink block that had expanded to half a person.

An Jingbai trimmed the tightness of the knot: "After passing, find the way back in the same place, and tell us what you see truthfully, you know?" ”

"The material escaping over there is a breeding ground for ghosts, not a blue spring, but it's definitely not a good place. The best way out of your power is to come back and ask for our help. ”

The nun was not very conscious, but he still remembered the tragic situation of falling into the trap from the wedding, twitching his shoulders in horror and trying to roll over and crawl away.

An Jia also kicked him on the head, kicking the human brain back with a buzzing back.

Ji Xuan squatted down, approached the male cultivator's face, his head was about half a meter above him, and slashed through An Jingbai's spirit sword, the long sword was unsheathed, and it was close to his throat:

"Honestly, you'd better expect to come back over there."

The male cultivator's throat twitched, and he let her move with a pale face, and was forced to fall into the ink.

The water twisted, the rope broke, and the male cultivator's body disappeared.