Putting away the shuangyue, Ziyi Tan walked towards Wen Renjing and them: "How is it?" Are they okay? ”

"All of them are still alive, and there is no fear of their lives for the time being." The monk fainted to death at some point.

Ziyi Tan gently lifted Wen Ren Yunjing, who had his eyes closed, and leaned his back against the wall, and then looked at Wen Ren Jing on the side: "Are you okay?" ”

As long as she doesn't look at the witch, the buzzing and dizziness will be significantly reduced, and at this time she is almost back to normal, and the witch's bloodthirsty red pupils involuntarily appear in her mind.

"What's that?"

Wen Ren Jing was puzzled by what she asked, but fortunately, Zi Yi Tan quickly reacted that she was asking about the witch's blood pupils, so she sat next to Wen Ren Jing's right hand, intending to speak slowly.

The soul that was originally placed on the right hand side was picked up by Wen Renjing the moment Ziyi Tan sat down, and he changed to his left hand and put it down.

Ziyi Tan was speechless.

Her purple shuangyue is not to say that it is the best in the world, but it is also world-famous, and she can use it to rare and rare broken copper and iron that I don't know where to pick it up?

is also a person who has seen a big scene, although he still explained to Wen Renjing in a serious way despite the absurd face in his heart: "In a sense, it is a symbol of the people of the demon race." ”

"The people of the demon clan, symbol" Wen Ren Jing repeated thoughtfully, and then his eyes narrowed slightly at Ziyi Tan: "Only blood pupils? ”

Suspicion and scrutiny are like the rising tide slapping the purple sandalwood on the shore, the two of them look at each other expressionlessly, and the doubtful giant beast that is dormant in the eyes of the people has stretched out its sharp claws, ready to rush out and tear the purple sandalwood at any time.

After the silence, Zi Yitan was the first to lose, and his eyes turned purple in the blink of an eye: "The eyes are purple pupils, but I am not a member of the Demon Sect." The last few words, Ziyi Sandalwood, word by word, said seriously.

"Wenren Yunjing and I once had the fate to meet a little girl with purple eyes and purple hair......"

"It's me."

Wen Renjing was noncommittal, and quietly relaxed her body invisibly, if Ziyi Tan didn't admit it, or had a little intention of concealing it, then her knife would definitely be unsheathed in an instant.

People with evil intentions may be stuck in your back at any time, judging from Zi Yi Tan's reaction, there is no direct conflict of interest with them for the time being, after determining this, Wen Ren Jing made a listening gesture to Zi Yi Tan and motioned for her to continue.

“……”

"Only those who have the blood of a pure Demon Cult person in their body may have heterochromatic pupils, and the purer the bloodline, the brighter the color of the Demon Cult's pupils, and conversely, the thinner the bloodline, the lighter the color of the Demon Cult's pupils. In addition, the pupils of monks and living people are not heterochromatic. ”

"But as I remember, the elves' pupils are also of different colors."

Ziyi Tan paused, "...... The elves used to be people of the Demon Sect, but they were born with low cultivation talents, and their spiritual power was too weak, even if they had heterochromatic pupils, they did not have the same offensive ability as other people from the Demon Sect, and the people of the Demon Sect were all brutal and unkind and advocated force, so the elves were not tolerated by the people in the Demon Sect, they broke away from the Demon Sect a long time ago, and there were very few people who knew about it. "Especially after that incident.

Zi Shuangyue didn't know when she appeared in Zi Yizhen's hand again, and she silently and slowly stroked Shuangyue's cold and hard lines inch by inch.

Wen Renjing thought about the battle with the witch carefully, and then combined with the person in front of her, she said before that she didn't look at the eyes of the demon cultists: "As long as you don't look at their eyes, it's fine, right." ”

"Yes."

"Okay, I'm done with my question." Wen Renjing stood up, and the Bodhi Buddha beads that were originally quietly wrapped around his left arm fell to the position of his wrist, and Wen Renjing pulled his sleeves to cover the Buddha beads and blocked Zi Yitan's unruly eyes: "My scriptures only have a healing effect on the spirit and soul, so the injuries of your body and spiritual cultivation still have to depend on Wenren Yunjing." ”

Ziyi Tan reluctantly withdrew his gaze: "Got it." "She'd never seen or heard of that bead before, and if it weren't for Wen Renjing's unbridled hand, she would have thought it was just an ordinary string of beads.

Wen Renjing stretched out his hand and pressed it on the smooth and cold wall, his eyes disappeared all the way to the black spot in the distance along the wall, closed his eyes, his senses magnified several times in the silence, something moved slightly, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of her.

The broken hair on his forehead was gently raised, and Wen Renjing opened his eyes, it was the wind, and it was the wind flowing.

The Soul Granter was shifted to the right hand, and the air circulation indicated that the further inside of the cave was not completely enclosed, and that it was possible for them to find their way out there.

Wen Renjing turned his head in the direction of Ziyi Tan, and left a sentence: "You are waiting for me here." "Then I'm going to explore the way.

Ziyi Tan didn't know when she sat next to Wenren Yunjing, she said unhurriedly: "I advise you not to go, there are things there, that is, the demonic beasts we met before, there are a lot of them." ”

Her divine sense had already recovered most of the level before the injury in a series of Buddhist scriptures in Wen Renjing's mouth, and she felt numb for a moment when she thought of the dense purple clothes and sandalwood scalp that she saw when she had just explored.

"Your knife is indeed very powerful, but I don't think even a powerful knife can cut through thousands of demonic beasts." It's not that you can't cut it to death, but you can't cut it all.

Hearing Ziyi Tan say this, Wen Renjing's feet poked out and retracted them...... One of the advantages of this person is that she listens to persuasion, and there is no need for Ziyi Sandalwood to lie to her.

"How long can you perceive things other than that? Is this what you call spiritual power? "Ever since she came here, she had never felt terrified because she was in another world or had no spiritual powers, the monks here attacked her, her years of murderous experience, her internal strength, her knife would help her fight back. But spiritual attacks like the witch's blood pupils and the purple sandalwood's divine consciousness were something she hadn't expected.

"Not necessarily, depending on my soul state and spiritual power, the more stable the soul, the higher the spiritual power, and the wider the range of perceivable range." Ziyi Tan pulled Wenren Yunjing's head to his shoulder, so that the person who leaned on her would be more comfortable, and then continued: "It's not spiritual power, it's almost innate with the spiritual root, and it's rewarded by God." ”

Wen Ren Jingyan originally just asked casually, she was more concerned about Zi Yitan's series of actions just now than mental attacks, which she was destined to not have, and she was more careful and natural than her sister.

His eyes lingered on the two of them for a moment, then he looked at Ziyi Tan, and pointed his chin at Wenren Yunjing: "You like him?" ”

This sudden question did not stop Ziyi Tan, she thought about it very seriously and then said: "I don't know, I only know one thing" At this moment, Zi Yi Tan was full of plunder and possession: "He is mine, I want to always have someone Yun Jing in my sight." ”

Wen Renjing raised his eyebrows, and quietly looked at Ziyi Tan without speaking. According to her, she wants to stay with Wenren Yunjing all the time, isn't this what she likes?

Recall that at that time, Wenren Yunjing was going to come to Yingtian Academy, and this woman came with her without saying a word, and on the surface, she said that the injury was too serious and she couldn't leave Wenren Yunjing's care, but she didn't mean to stick to people. She thought that Ren Yunjing's medical skills should not have reached the point of being alone in the world.

The stars are moving, the moonlight is on the treetops, the moonlight is scattered all over the earth, and this small world in the Void Realm is quietly changing.

And all this, the people inside the cave are unaware.

The earliest one who woke up was Fang Ruyu, then the monk, and finally Wenren Yunjing, the other two were injured in the flesh and skin, and it would be fine to raise it for ten days and a half months, but the difficult thing was Wenren Yunjing, although his skin and flesh were intact, in fact, the inside was almost exhausted, and it was an empty shelf.

Fang Ruyu stroked his aching chest and looked left and right, when the wind blew, he shrunk his neck, and then said worriedly: "What should we do now?" ”

The Void Realm is mixed with the people of the Demon Cult, which means that their lives may be in danger at every moment.

After the witch left, he tried to crush the white jade card, but the jade card was broken, but he was still here, and those demon sects probably destroyed the teleportation channel between Yingtian Academy and the Void Realm.

I remember hearing someone mention it before that the teleportation channel between Yingtian Academy and the Void Realm was set aside by the joint efforts of several elders who established the Void Realm in the first place.

And those elders are now only the dean of Yingtian Academy, Old Master Du. They couldn't get out, the people in the academy couldn't get in, and Fang Ruyu was desperate.

Compared with Fang Ruyu's depression, everyone else is like no one.

Wen Ren Jing sat cross-legged on the ground to run internal force, and Ziyi Tan selected the pill of Guben Pei Yuan contained in the bottles and jars according to what Wen Ren Yun Jing said, and the monk seemed to be reciting Buddhist scriptures?

"Aren't you all in a hurry or afraid? The people of the Demon Cult have come in, and we may die! I don't want to die yet! ”

Ziyi Tan accurately threw a bottle of pill to Fang Ruyu: "Don't shout, the pill that can make you recover quickly, just rest after eating, we'll leave in a while." ”

The same elixir was also given to the monk in a bottle, and the monk took it and folded his hands: "Amitabha, thank you very much." Ziyi Tan waved his hand and sat back beside Wenren Yunjing.

"Where?" Fang Ruyu's eyes suddenly lit up, and she followed behind Ziyi's butt and asked, if she could drive the witches away, could she also take them out of this ghost place. In his heart, the person who can stop the witch will definitely not be a Wenren who has no spiritual power.

"Get out of here."

Stuffed a lot of elixir down, Wen Ren Yunjing is not green after all, just white.

He glanced at Wen Ren Jingyan, and turned his head to look at Ziyi Tan: "Are you sure?" ”

Ziyi Tan smiled: "Have you forgotten what I am doing?" I'm a mercenary, I've been running on the Canglan Continent for so many years, and I always know something that others don't know, don't worry. ”

After saying that, Ziyi Tan went to explore all corners of the cave, and her divine sense was like invisible water overflowing every shaded place.

Seeing her say this, Wen Ren Yunjing stopped asking.

After being quiet for a while, this silence remembered that Ziyi Tan hugged him and touched his back before, involuntarily, his back was like crawling with insects, itchy, he wanted to reach out to scratch but was afraid of the Zi Yi Tan next to him, the itch on his back finally fell a little, but he remembered the previous Zi Yi Tan was in a hurry for him, Wen Ren Yun Jing pursed his lips, lowered his head, and a suspicious flush appeared behind his ears.

I didn't see these purple sandalwoods, otherwise she would definitely make fun of people fiercely.

At the same time, Yingtian Academy approached the entrance of the Void Realm.

The two disciples guarding here both held their breath and looked nervously at the entrance of the Void Realm, the weather was not hot, but their sweat soaked through their clothes.

When they were about to hold on and ask the dean, Lin Fuzi finally appeared.

Before "poof---- could stand firmly, Lin Fuzi had already spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the two guards were shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to support Lin Fuzi.

"Master Lin!"

"Master, are you alright?"

Lin Fuzi's originally clean face was congested, and he barely maintained his standing with the strength of the two guards, and his mouth said intermittently because of pain and panting: "Hurry up...... Just go...... Go and ask the dean...... Demon...... Magic ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he tilted his head and passed out.

When Lin Fuzi woke up again, the first thing that caught his eye was the blurred roof made of wood, and in the blurred vision, an old voice sounded: "Alin, you are awake." ”

The voice was like a thread that put his chaotic thoughts back together, and when the others were shocked, they struggled to get up impatiently: "Dean, something happened----

Someone pressed on the shoulder: "Don't get up, you say slowly." ”

Lin Fuzi turned his head, and the person holding him down was the dean Du Laofuzi.

Old Master Du has pear eyebrows, white hair, and a white robe, and the whole person exudes a warm and kind feeling, not at all like the dean of Yingtian Academy, who is not angry and self-righteous in people's imagination, but like the elderly Ah Weng next door, who often cares about whether he eats well and sleeps soundly.

Even at this critical moment, this old man still did not move Mount Tai, and he looked calm and warm.

Lin Fuzi, who was originally restless, looked at his dean who also calmed down, panting evenly, his back was steady, and he said, "The Netherworld is back, he has cut off the teleportation channel between the Void Realm and the academy, we can't contact those children in the Void Realm now, they are afraid that they are more than lucky at the moment, Dean, what should we do now?" ”

Old Master Du's face turned different the moment he heard the Netherworld, and he came back in the end, he comforted Master Lin and said: "Don't worry, there are many crises in the Void, even the Netherworld will have some scruples, I will repair the teleportation channel with the other masters of the academy now, and try to minimize the casualties."

After explaining that Master Lin should concentrate on recuperating his injuries, he would solve it, and then Old Master Du left. When he arrived at the entrance of the Void Realm, he was still alone, and the others were still on their way.

The old master's fingers flipped flexibly, and a transmission note disappeared in the blink of an eye, he looked in the direction of the Xiaoyao Sect, shook his head and said with a bitter smile after half a salary: "Senior brother, senior brother, your apprentice has brought me a lot of trouble this time."

After a while, the masters in the academy arrived one after another.

They stood in front of their dean and listened to him, "Guys, our old bones have finally come in handy."

The crowd stood in several rows around the entrance, and the people in the back row transmitted their spiritual power to the previous row, and those in the previous row in turn transmitted to the previous row, and finally the people closest to the entrance continuously teleported into the previously broken passage.

Almost all of the masters with the strongest spiritual power in Yingtian Academy were here, and the spiritual pressure generated by their spiritual power was released at the same time to directly separate the surroundings, even the outermost people in the spiritual power range did not dare to approach.

At this time, the guards who had prevented the masters from being interrupted felt this power most intuitively, and they swallowed their saliva, and their eyes in the direction of the masters were full of the most instinctive fear of the strong and the desire for power, and under the conflict of the two emotions, they heard their hearts beat like drums.

It turns out that this is the strength of the master.