The huge and hard mountain rock was split open by the golden light long knife, revealing a golden true fruit the size of a fist inside.

Zhou Jing felt a strange calm in his heart, put the fruit in his sleeve, and patted his sleeve - the treasures of the four wildernesses are all together, and now the third senior sister can wake up.

He turned around and picked up the porcelain altar again, and as soon as he carefully covered the lid, he heard Qin Xi say, "You still want to stab her." ”

Zhou Jing didn't look back, nor did he talk, he only put the porcelain altar in his sleeve, and walked out.

Qin Xi said again: "Don't you want to grab the Divine Silk anymore?"

Zhou Jing didn't hear it, and didn't want him to complain: "Senior brother is brittle, and a little weak, I can't stand up now because of the seventh senior brother's snatching of the plate, and you don't say to help him." ”

Zhou Jing paused for a moment, turning into golden light, Qin Xi only felt that his clothes were tight, and he grabbed and lifted it with one hand.

"This time I made a big mistake and apologized to Linghu for me. Zhou Jing finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "Also, I owe you, and it has nothing to do with me putting up with your shit temper." Quarrel with Lao Tzu again, you don't want Panshensi!"

With that, he turned into golden light again, and disappeared into the rubble in the blink of an eye.

What is a shit temper, what kind of temper does he think he has? It's not shit.

Qin Xi quietly breathed for a moment, and because he felt that the Panshen Silk had calmed down, he tested the position of the Shangqing Ring, and immediately jumped down the deep pit, while saying, "Little Senior Sister, is there another mystery underneath?"

After several questions, but no answer was heard, and when he turned into a small room, he saw only a stone bed inside, and on the bed was spread a half-worn green silk veil, on which in addition to the four golden shells neatly arranged, there was also a small handful of broken silver and many copper plates.

The supernatant ring lies quietly between the copper plates.

*

On the fifth day of the lunar month, the snow is full of food.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen lay lazily among the snowy branches, rubbed a small snow ball, and ate it as a steamed bun.

In the past few days, eating raw fish in a row finally made her sick, the weather was cold and there were no wild fruits, and she had no money on her body, so she had to start obeying the rules of the monks and not eating for four or five days.

As if she was hungry and lost a few inches, she touched her belly, and her life was a little difficult, so she just hoped that Mr. Xingzhai would come early and advance some more money.

The sky was about to dawn, and the paper dragon roared, making the fox Zhenzhen climb on the dragon's back lightly, and through the whistling blizzard, she looked at the familiar lights in a col somewhere in the East Pole Mountain.

The new Shimen Mansion was found by her two days ago, and it was much bigger than the previous one, but the master and the others had not come back yet, and only two lights were lit at the courtyard gate of the mansion.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen summoned out the flying blade, suddenly flew to the front, and looked carefully around the black iron framed mansion several times, looking around for anything like wild demons that would find trouble, just swept through the nearby valley, and someone under the cold voice shouted: "Dragon group flying blade?!"

Saying that, there was a whisk of dust flying from the bottom up, amazingly fast, she met the first time she could touch the flying blade, hurriedly retracted the idea, but the whisk of dust could follow the traces of the flying blade towards the paper flying dragon rushed, thousands of silver-white filaments suddenly rolled up the flying dragon, forced to pull back, the person's voice was still like thunder across the distance: "Come over to me!"

The wind blew the snow in the forest, causing the fox to stir up the wind and tear the dust, but the man exclaimed, "Sure enough, it's a paper psyche!"

She looked down, but saw seven or eight monks standing in the snow, among them two old men with white hair, and saw her face as if she had seen a ghost: "Ling Fox Feather?!"

Ling Huyu's enemy? She shook her hand again and again: "I'm not." ”

These two are old men and monks, most of them have become immortal sect elders, and it is the first time she has encountered a whisk that can touch the flying blade, and she will definitely suffer a loss when she fights.

However, the sudden shelf was like a sudden rain, and without giving her time to react, a huge pitch-black tripod flew high, with the mouth facing down, and the viscous black water gushed out of it like a huge wave, drowning a large area of snow in an instant, and the black raindrops like cow's hair flew upwards upside down, sticking to her clothes and corroding a piece, and her shoes were mostly eroded.

The old monk who released the black tripod said in a deep voice: "It has long been rumored that Ling Fox Yu is not dead!

Another old monk hesitated: "Elder Duchao, although she looks alike, she is just a little girl. ”

"Are you blind?!Didn't you see the paper god and the dragon flying blade?!" Elder Duchao remembered the tragic and long-ago past, and couldn't help but redden, "I don't care if she is a descendant or something! Ling Fox Yu killed my eldest brother with a thousand knives, and I will also kill his descendants with a thousand knives! I will avenge this blood revenge for my eldest brother today!"

Back then, Ling Hu Yu killed dozens of monks who captured him in Zilin Town, and one of them was his biological eldest brother. Because they were crushed by the dragons' flying blades, they couldn't really recognize who was who, so they could only be buried in the cemetery outside the town, which is still a gruesome tragedy to mention.

I don't know when there is a dense black and gray thing around, mixed with the wind and snow, it is extremely difficult to identify. The black ash hit the paper dragon, and immediately exploded into a cluster of sharp blades more than a foot long, and the paper dragon was blown to pieces in two clicks.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen hurriedly dodged several sharp blades, only to hear the two old monks command sharply: "Hold her!"

Immediately, four young monks stood in all directions with swords and cast spells, her hands and feet seemed to be suddenly grabbed by something, and when she saw a cluster of sharp blades stabbing towards the front door, she immediately leaned back to give way to the vital point, but her abdomen and waist were torn by the wind and several bloody wounds.

She didn't have a few clothes, and she ruined another one!

"You're going to kill me?" she asked, hurriedly.

The Duchao Elder who manipulated the Black Ding was full of hatred in his tone: "I will cut you with a thousand knives!

The heavenly thunder slammed down, and the crimson earth fire set off a monstrous wave, overturning the four disciples who were casting spells in the fire in an instant. The group of glowing dragon-like flying blades spun up from the waves of fire, tore the obstructive black tripod to pieces, and in the blink of an eye, it swept towards the two old monks.

However, once the dragons hit the iron wall with their flying blades, there seemed to be an invisible wall around them, and no matter how the flying blades smashed, hit, and twisted, they did not move.

Elder Duchao said coldly: "The dragon group flying blade is just something that can't be used for sneak attacks!

Although she didn't know what the "one-foot wall" was, she couldn't beat it because it looked so powerful.

The black ash around him became thicker and thicker, and the sharp blades exploded densely, making Fox Zhenzhen jump up and down in it, almost becoming a bloody person, and hurriedly said: "I'm not Ling Fox Feather, I'm Ling Fox Zhenzhen." ”

No one paid attention to her, her back was cold, and she was pierced by a sharp blade, she staggered a few steps, and immediately recalled the dragon flying blades, and Tuan Tuan wrapped herself, and clusters of exploding blades hit it, making a deafening and terrible sound.

There was a glimmer of light overhead, and they were probably going to summon something powerful to chop her.

I want her to die, so that they won't get their wish.

The flying blades were divided into several strands, slamming into a one-foot wall from all directions, gradually becoming more and more, overwhelming, almost blocking the blizzard, and the faces of the two old monks finally changed - one into billions, hundreds of millions into one, the dragon group flying blades can still transform so much!

The heavy cracking sound shook the wind and snow, and countless flying blades instantly merged into a glowing dragon, enveloping the two of them and circling past, blood rain spilling dead grass.

The dense black ash finally disappeared, and the earth-shattering thunder and fire also dispersed, and without the shield of the dragons' flying blades, the blizzard returned, and in a short time, a thin layer of ice formed on the blood all over the ground.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen covered the deep wound between her ribs, turned around and took two steps towards the remaining two young monks who had not moved, and the two of them were obviously too weak to move, so they only heard her ask, "You want to kill me?"

They shook their heads again and again: "No, it won't ......"

Oh good.

She subconsciously took out the origami paper dragon, and when she touched it, she only had blood on her hands, and then remembered that the paper dragon had been blown up and could only walk on two legs.

The wind and snow were getting stronger and stronger, causing the fox to walk slowly down the mountain, while the palm of her hand swallowed the silver light and pressed it on the most seriously injured vital point.

It's a little bad, it seems that the healing technique can't heal such a deep wound at once, she has gradually felt cold, if she can't support the truth and faint here, she will definitely die.

You can't die here.

Although she took Ling Huyu's cultivation and wanted to solve the trouble for him, she really didn't feel that she was on his side, but someone always had to push her there.

Uncle went too early and couldn't let him meet the later Linghu Zhenzhen, I don't know if she now makes him feel that what he said was right, or he still regrets it a little.

The wind was sharp, as if it was faintly mixed with the roar of the demon horse, and the wind swept the blade-like snow to the head, and the snow-white demon horse fell lightly in front of him like the largest snowflake.

A slightly smaller snowflake floated on the horse's back, and Xiao Yuhuan was pulled by the wind and snow in his thick hair, and Qin Yuanxi, who had not seen her for a long time, was looking at her.

Linghu Zhenzhen also stared at him and asked him softly, "You are also here to kill me?"