"Are you Zhu Bixu?"

Bad.

Zhu Bi sighed in his heart, and he didn't want to entangle with him, so he hurriedly picked up the smoke and turned around and fled.

Chapter 61

Xia Lianqiao is looking at Qian Xuanzu.

Qian Xuanzu didn't look at her.

Since returning to the Xuanzhiguan, he has moved to the Danfang and personally guarded her while refining the Dan.

In the past two days, people have not easily left the Danfang for half a step.

The fire of the furnace illuminated the whole room as if it were day.

After being heated by the furnace, there was a fishy smell in the furnace.

The smell is so thick that it's almost suffocating. The black boss has been guarding the Dan furnace inch by inch, and his eyebrows and eyes are very solemn.

He didn't have time to care about her, and Xia Forsythia was able to catch his breath, and was hung on the beam of the house to watch him alchemy.

This taste and Qian Xuanzu's chattering and solemn expression made Xia Lianyu have a sense of foreboding.

She pursed her chapped lips, paying attention to the black mist slowly rising in the Dan furnace, through the writhing mist, Xia Forsythia seemed to see painful faces.

Qian Xuanzu walked to the cabinet from time to time, or took away a dozen cans of human intestines, or took away a few cans of human hearts, human livers, and human eyeballs, and threw them into the Ding furnace.

These hearts or livers are large and small, and it is estimated that the summer forsythia should have been dissected from pregnant women and their babies before they were full moon.

Of course, there are also adult men's skins, human hands.

Every time I threw it in, the writhing mist of the Dan furnace became a little thicker, and there seemed to be a ghost howling in pain from men, women and babies in my ears.

Xia Lianqiao stared intently at these black mist, distinguishing the faces in these mists little by little.

She always felt as if the fog was screaming in pain, looking at her, saying something to her.

Xia Forsythia still has to look closely, but there is a flower in front of him.

I heard a loud bang, and the black fog knocked over the lid and rose into the sky. The mist was like a raging flame, and the tongues of fire licked at the roof, and in an instant the walls and beams were scorched.

Qian Xuanzu raised his finger a little, and spewed out a long breath of clear air, and the black mist eased a little bit, and was sucked back by the Ding Furnace.

The top cover was tightly covered, Xia Lianqiao's heart tightened, and he looked up to see Qian Xuanzu's expression.

Qian Xuanzu's expression hadn't been very good-looking for days, but today, there was a slight look of joy and relief on his face.

The fierce fire turned into a simmering fire, and this "Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Yin Soul Cultivation Pill" had almost taken shape, and it was being warmed in the Dan furnace at this time.

At this moment, someone suddenly came to report.

This demon cultivator was seriously injured, and his face showed despair and panic: "King, a Taoist priest has come in!" The second master is invincible, and he has fallen! ”

After saying that, this demon cultivator spit out a mouthful of blood, and died on the spot. Qian Xuanzu's face changed, he pushed the door out with his sleeves and squinted at the sky.

Xia Forsythia's heart was pounding, Taoist priest? Is it Lang Huan who brought someone back to kill them?! She wanted to look up to see the movement outside, but she was so hurt that she moved her little finger slightly, implicating hundreds of scars on her body, and she felt a pain in her heart.

Qian Xuanzu looked at the sky with a solemn face, and the moment he saw the young Taoist in white, his heart tightened, and he calmed down again.

…… Alone, not yet turned into Dan.

At this time, the several demon cultivators who stayed by his side to protect were different from the demons of Qingyao Mountain, they were all good players, and they were in the triple realm of the Ming Dao Realm.

Qian Xuanzu asked three of them to take down the white-clothed Taoist.

The trio did so.

Under the same realm, the cultivation of sword cultivation is often half higher than that of the other party, or even more than a small realm.

But Ling Shouyi failed to transform the Dan in front, Rao is flying sword is fierce and incomparable, and this way to the door of the Danfang, the whole person was embarrassed.

Ling Shouyi raised his long sword upside down, frowning slightly, the plain gauze Dao crown and the white gauze Dao robe flying sword were dotted with blood, and there were even blood droplets sliding down the messy black hair.

Like a red plum in the snow.

A pair of eyes are like snow and cold nights, full of frost and snow, and murderous spirits go around.

These three demon cultivators didn't dare to take it lightly, and surrounded Ling Shouyi, carefully looking for the time to attack the enemy.

Demons, demons, demons.

Kill, kill, kill.

Along the way, Ling Shouyi's fingers holding the sword also became stiff, almost mechanically repeating the killing action.

The sword light flew through the flesh and blood.

When Jian Guang said a few words before Zhu Bixu died, he skyrocketed to a realm where he could no longer rise.

"You gave up that girl by yourself, and now you still have the face to come back?!"

Ling Shouyi's face was expressionless, his jaw was tight, he felt that his arm was stiff, his expression was stiff, and his whole person was as cold and hard as a bow and a sword.

He killed Zhu Bixu, and the sword light shattered his body, and the blood of the broken flesh fell one after another, staining his robe.

Ling Shou leveled Surrey's favorite, but at this moment, the stinky demon blood poured down his head made him feel calm.

And the more he got to the Xuanzhiguan, he was cold, stiff, and almost frozen into an ice sculpture uncontrollably.

He couldn't control himself from thinking about Xia Forsythia.

Is she dead or alive?

If she is still alive, is she seriously injured?

What if she died? If she died, Ling Shouyi's heart froze at this moment, and he couldn't even imagine what would happen to him if she died.

Distraction made the most rational choice, and it was he who made it.

He couldn't afford to make a choice.

Ling Shouyi thought, it is really good to make people made.

Unlike his body, which was so stiff that it was almost frozen into an ice sculpture, the wound on his waist became hotter and hotter, like a fiery snake burrowing into his internal organs.

After leaving the crypt, he took the peony with his own hands, and he was determined to keep his distance from Xia Lianqiao, determined to draw a line with her.

But why did he let her be the queen and let her fall into the demon cave. The more he thought about it, the more Ling Shouyi felt that his heart was about to explode, causing him to breathe quickly and his whole body was like ice.

One step away, one step away, before he could see her.

Ling Shouyi pointed a point, moving sword light, arc flash, and took the lead in cutting through the silence.

Finally, one of the three moved.

A man slashed at him with a halberd.

Ling Shouyi slammed his sword into the halberd, knocking the man to the side.

The second person also moved, and the second person shot a flying shuttle towards Ling Shouyi's neck.

The first person to return to the aid and attack.

The third person also went up, and the third person stabbed Ling Shouyi at the waist with a spear!

Ling Shouyi's eyebrows urged out a sword light, and the sword pill jumped out from the ancestral aperture, shooting out strips of sword rays, like a revolving rotation, discharging several sword qi.

The sword moves as it pleases, parrying back and forth.

Seeing this, the black boss didn't think twice, and ordered a few more people to step forward.

Ling Shouyi's pressure suddenly increased.

The first person's halberd slashed at his shoulder, Ling Shouyi didn't frown, didn't change his color, and pierced his throat with a sword.

Instead, the abdomen was thrust into the abdomen with a spear, and the blood flowed profusely.

Ling Shouyi's eyes were cold, and the flying sword slashed off half of the second person's body, and at the same time pulled out the spear with an expressionless face.

At this moment, the shuttle also shot into his left arm, nearly cutting off one of his arms.

Ling Shouyi drove the sword light to cut off the man's waist, took out a pill and took it, and wiped his fingertips on his arm, and the brilliance flashed, barely stabilizing the injury.

All the demons were stunned, and when they saw that this young monk was cold and indifferent, with a sword on his body, but he was murderous and had nothing to do, he was horrified in his heart, and he didn't dare to step forward for a while.

This stunned kung fu was seized by Ling Shouyi again, and he killed a few in one go, and finally killed Qian Xuanzu. A sword light flew through the door panel into several large pieces, but Ling Shouyi didn't have time to look at the situation inside the house.

Qian Xuanzu's heart shook, his complexion finally changed, and a black mist rose to meet Ling Shouyi's sword light!

Qian Xuanzu was a Huadan monk after all, and when the mist spread, Ling Shouyi's eyes suddenly turned black, and he couldn't distinguish the sun and the moon. The wind howled all around, and the ghosts cried and howled wolves, like falling mud plows.

The sword qi was wrapped in this mist, grinding and dissipating, and dissipated into nothing in an instant.

Qian Xuanzu spread out for several miles in one breath, and the black mist that seemed to have no body was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and Mount Tai pressed towards Ling Shouyi.

Ling Shouyi's face remained unchanged, and the sword light bloomed little by little like a stream of fireflies, and he actually firmly set up this black mist three feet away from him.

Qian Xuanzu showed a look of surprise on his face. He thought that Ling Shouyi was no better than the cultivation of the Ming Dao realm, and the difference between the two was a big realm, and he could suppress it by relying on the depth of cultivation.

Unexpectedly, under one blow, he couldn't hold him.

Even so, Qian Xuanzu did not change his strategy. The cultivation consumed by this young Daoist all the way to kill must not be a few. He expected this, so he asked the demons to continue to come forward and consume.

Fighting so far, Ling Shouyi is probably at the end of his crossbow, he just needs to fight steadily and steadily, and he will not be able to win against him.

Qian Xuanzu was angry and shouted loudly, agitating the true yuan, urging the black mist to continue to press down.

Sure enough, under the approach of the black fog, the few sword lights guarding Ling Shouyi's side also began to flutter like a candle in the wind.

Qian Xuanzu commanded the mist to rotate around Ling Shouyi's body, carefully dissipating the sword intent on Ling Shouyi's qi sword with water grinding kung fu.

As long as Ling Shouyi's protective sword qi loosened slightly, these black mist could be entangled in an instant, taking his life.

Ling Shouyi's thin lips pursed slightly, since the Zhengyang Sword Sect rushed to the Xuanzhiguan realm, he had hardly rested for a moment. Under the oppression of the black mist, it has revealed a decadent state, and the sword rays around him are clustered one after another, extinguishing one after another.

extinguished until only one breath left in his chest, and the sword was still barely supporting.

Qian Xuanzu was slightly happy in his heart, and patiently commanded the mist to continue to press, and the mist from all directions gathered together, and the moment the thickest mist in the center was about to touch Ling Shouyi's skin, he suddenly heard the young man snort coldly.

Qian Xuanzu's heart tightened, realizing that it was not good, but it was too late, and in the next second, his eyes suddenly turned white, and the sword light skyrocketed.