However, before the two of them turned around, they were frozen by "Qingyun" who didn't know what spell they used, and they couldn't move.

Then, Qingyun, who had completely changed into a person, closed his eyes, and the fire burning around him seemed to gradually extinguish as his state stabilized, and everything seemed to return to peace.

Only then did the two of them realize that in addition to the eyes of Qingyun, who had deceived the corpse, his eyes had turned red, and his long black hair had also turned into a bloody waterfall, and after a while, this monster Qingyun slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Rivas, huh?"

He spoke a completely different language!

The senior brother standing in front reacted a little faster, and quickly asked for his head like a rattle, indicating that he didn't understand.

Then, Qingyun frowned and repeated it again, but this Senior Brother Hu still shook his head stupidly. It's just that this time before he finished shaking, Qingyun choked his throat.

Then he twisted it slightly, as if he had done something insignificant, and ended the life of a Hundred Veins Realm monk in an instant, and the monk surnamed Zhou almost bit his tongue and committed suicide when he saw it.

Next, Qingyun didn't seem to be in a hurry to inquire about Senior Brother Zhou, nor did he put down the corpse he carried in mid-air, but closed his eyes again.

However, Senior Brother Hu's still warm body quickly dried up and aged in his hands at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a wisp of flying sand that went away with the wind.

After a while, Qingyun slowly opened his blood-colored eyes, which were a little embarrassed, but he intermittently said words that Senior Brother Zhou could understand.

"Green... Clouds..."

"The more... state..."

"Immortals... Sword... Pie..."

When he heard the three words of the Fairy Sword Sect, this Zhou Senior Brother grabbed the last life-saving straw after drowning, and the flame of hope in his heart was immediately ignited, and he shouted desperately:

"Yes, yes, yes, I am a disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect, you can't kill me, you can't kill me! Otherwise, you will die without a place to be buried! Help, who will save me, help!"

This junior disciple surnamed Zhou didn't care that he had already been fixed by Qingyun, and opened his mouth wide and shouted like a frightened bird, but he forgot that according to Fan Shao's orders, their position now seemed to be a little far away from Yaoguang City.

After a long while, Qingyun's eyes, although still bright red, had begun to gradually become clearer, and then he continued to ask to himself:

"God... Dragon... Where?"

"Don't kill me, you don't kill me, you can't kill me, I don't want to die!"

Senior Brother Zhou seemed to be frightened by the previous scene, and kept repeating the words "don't kill me" and so on, completely ignoring the question of the fierce demon in front of him.

Seeing that the inquiry was fruitless, Qingyun also lost his patience, and just like just now, he instantly broke the neck of the monk surnamed Zhou and absorbed all his spiritual power, including his body.

"It's too weak. ”

Like crushing two insignificant ants, Qing Yun, who had killed two hundred vein realm cultivators in a row, still disliked their weakness, if Zhuo Bufan was here, he didn't know how he would feel.

It's just that Qingyun, who has completely changed as a person, was just about to leave, but inadvertently, he found that a lilac silk scarf had fallen from the hand of the weathered junior brother surnamed Zhou.

The cyan character "Yao" was very conspicuous, making him feel that this silk scarf seemed to be very familiar, more familiar than the familiarity of his own life.

So he stopped, bent down and picked up the silk scarf, and his eyes showed a trace of confusion again.

"Yao..."

The faint fragrance on the silk scarf only made his mind begin to become a little confused for a moment, and the blood red in his eyes seemed to slowly begin to fade.

"Dream seeking... Yao Mengxun!"

As Qingyun kept repeating the name, his pupils quickly turned black, returning to normal colors at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the three words Yao Mengxun seemed to have a magical power, as if awakening Qingyun himself who was really asleep.

"Damn, how can this kid's willpower be so tenacious, how can his obsession be so deep! No, I'm still very fragile, oh no! I don't want to go back to sleep, no, no !!!"

Qingyun, no, it wasn't Qingyun who could make such a terrible roar.

After the red-haired demon let out a heart-pounding roar, Xu was overusing his strength, and he fell straight to the ground.

If someone passes through this place, they will definitely find that a huge dark cloud has already brewed above the head of this red-haired fierce demon with the appearance of green clouds.

The dark clouds are extremely huge, forming a strong contrast with the surrounding blue sky, and the lightning and thunder in it are thundering, and there are rumbling sounds from time to time, as if they want to use the power of heaven and earth to destroy this newly awakened demon in the cradle.

It was only at the moment that it fell, the dark clouds immediately dispersed, and the sky suddenly cleared.

The thunder that was like a catastrophe of annihilation just now dissipated out of thin air, as if the sky just now was like God had a little temper, and then it was not alarmed.

The brilliant fire burned everything, and even all traces of the existence of the two disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect were completely annihilated, and the blue sky that passed through the azure sky was also very appropriate, leaving not a single cloud.

Perhaps this is also the tragedy of the monks, and it also confirms the old saying:

"Come with the wind, go with the wind. ”

Just like Wan Congfangru said to Wan Guliu.

"Dad, when do you think I will become the great monk of the Wind Realm, and really let my body and mind be able to go to heaven and earth, and travel to Kyushu?"

Along the mountain stream, a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old innocently said to another middle-aged man.

The girl has a pretty face, wearing a chrysanthemum top with a pair of soft leather trousers, and a big bamboo basket on her back, which is no different from the girl who picks medicine in the mortal world, and is very cute.

The middle-aged man who spoke to her was about fifty years old, with a square face and a very simple dress, a big basket on his back, and a rusty sickle in his hand, like the kind of honest Yamano Langzhong or a poor doctor.

"Fang'er slow down, be careful of falling. ”

The middle-aged man looked at his daughter running around with a smile, and his doting color was overflowing.

"You haven't answered me yet, Dad, when will I be able to fly away!

As she spoke, the girl named Fang'er didn't forget to do some movements to soar into the sky, looking a little nondescript, very much like a child who didn't grow up.

Seeing this, the man still smiled and said:

"Your father, I am only a monk in the Yuanhua Realm now, and it is still too early to cultivate the Yuan Shen, where do I know about the matter of the Wind Realm when you ask me!"

At this time, the girl named Fang'er turned around and asked as she walked backwards:

"Dad, didn't you say that our sect had a true immortal ten thousand years ago! Then you still don't know about the Wind Realm, don't lie to me!"

Hearing his daughter say this, although the man's smile did not decrease, there was inevitably a little sadness in his eyes, but it flashed and was not noticed by his daughter.

"Yes, yes, our Fang'er is the best, she has been able to cultivate to the perfection of the Spirit Induction Realm at a young age, which is commendable, but she is just a little greedy, otherwise she would have been selected to the Immortal Sword Sect a long time ago!"

Hearing the three words of the Fairy Sword Sect, Fang'er frowned, obviously not very happy, and walked forward with a pout, and the middle-aged man who looked at it seemed quite helpless.

The afternoon sun was very scorching, but the father and daughter still picked up some medicinal herbs growing in it along the water's edge from time to time, and occasionally saw some small fish, shrimp and crabs, and the girl would not let go, and put them all in another small basket around her waist.

It's just that as they walked, the middle-aged man seemed to suddenly notice something, grabbed his daughter suddenly, and said vigilantly and solemnly:

"Fang'er, stop!"

"What's wrong Daddy?"

The girl turned her head and asked inexplicably, and the man came to the girl in a flash, and whispered:

"Fang'er, Dad feels that there is an unusually powerful spiritual power fluctuation in front of me, it is likely that there are high-level monks fighting in front just now, let's be careful!"

The middle-aged man who was smiling just now is now the same as before.

Seeing that her father was so nervous, and knowing that there might be real danger ahead, the girl named Fang'er obediently hid behind her father's broad shoulders, and from time to time showed her little head and looked around.

I saw the middle-aged man stand still for a while, and only after the aftermath was completely annihilated did he relax his vigilance and say to his daughter:

"Fang'er, Daddy will go forward to investigate first, maybe he will gain something, you wait here for me and don't run around. ”

The girl was obviously a little worried about her father, after all, he himself said that there might be a high-level monk who had fought ahead, and as far as she knew, her father's cultivation was only a five-level metamorphosis cultivation, and it would be more than auspicious to meet a high-level monk.

Feeling his daughter's concerned gaze, the man was relieved, and said with a smile again:

"Don't worry, Fang'er, the spiritual power fluctuation just now has already begun to gradually dissipate, it must have happened some time ago, as long as you don't meet a monk above the early stage of condensation, Dad should be able to escape. ”

The middle-aged man touched the girl's petite head dotingly, and said in a deep voice:

"We've all the way from home, and we haven't found a nine-section calamus by the water for more than ten years, without this flavor medicine, your chances of entering the Hundred Veins Realm will be reduced by one point. What's more, only here can grow nine-section calamus within a radius of 100 miles, we can't just turn back, Dad wants to go over and take a look. ”

Father's words couldn't help but make the girl's heart sour, thinking that if it weren't for himself, Dad wouldn't have taken such a big risk, although his own sect was smaller, but he was also a leader.

Now in order for her to be able to improve her realm and enter the Immortal Sword Sect as soon as possible, she has to take risks alone, and for the first time, the girl feels that she really didn't work hard before. So she had to obey her father's instructions and stand where she was, watching her father go away.