Li Xilian didn't insist anymore, and turned to the side to help light the fire. In fact, the fine skin and tender flesh are just her appearance, since she practiced the return of the Taishang Sect, the operation of her own qi is different, and the injury heals very quickly. At this time, not only did she move without hindrance, but even if she encountered any danger or strong enemy, she could do her best, and Li Xilian could also exert the combat power of at least a monk of the Three Realms.

That Senior Brother Lei didn't say much, but when he said it, it always made people feel that they couldn't be disobeyed.

Of course, Li Xilian could also see that among so many students from Fangliang Dao Academy, only Shen Gongjie, who seemed to be a hanger, seemed to be not very convinced by that Senior Brother Lei, but he never went against it openly.

The nine-storey building, echoing with this mirror lake, should belong to the residence of the immortals in the fairyland of this "Yuluo Xiaotai", and there is a plaque of "Sanqing Pavilion" on the door.

Ren Pingsheng slowly stepped into the gate of the Sanqing Pavilion, and Fang Mao followed. In the hall on the first floor, not only was there no trace of the golden Ao, but there was nothing left except an empty shrine and an offering table. In the empty shrine, under a closer look, there is no statue of the god on the throne, there is a bronze mirror with gossip cloud patterns, and there is a small seal under the bronze mirror "Observation".

Fang Mao was a little curious, and was about to take a large number of glances at the polished mirror, but he heard Ren Pingsheng shout: "No!"

But it was too late.

Fang Mao looked at it, the mirror suddenly fogged away, the mist dissipated, and behind him was a young scholar in a cyan cotton jacket, with his hands behind his back, facing Fang Mao's eyes. In the scholar's eyes, the killing intent was awe-inspiring. Fang Mao secretly screamed that it was not good, and as soon as his mind moved, he wanted to retreat against the wind. I never thought that the method of resisting the wind would not be able to be used in this hall. After a few thoughts, his body did not move at all.

said that it was too late, it was fast, and the blue-robed scholar who appeared behind the bronze mirror suddenly held his hands in front of him, and in the two palms, a Zhu Jin flower as big as a sea bowl appeared. The scholar had words in his mouth, and the petals of Zhu Jin in his hand bloomed one by one. The dozen or so petals bloomed closely, and suddenly burst out and flew into the air, and then a gust of demonic wind swirled, enveloping those petals and rushing towards Fang Mao's body.

Fang Mao hurriedly flew backwards, avoiding the demonic wind. I never thought that the demon wind was already erratic, coming and going, and it was actually chasing after Fang Mao's whereabouts. The petals in the wind flew rapidly, and there was a cold light flashing on the edge, like a treasure island blade. Fang Mao knew it very well, and when his body turned sharply, he wanted to use the method of imperial objects to drive those petals away. But no matter what kind of magic magic method is used, once it is used, it will be like the previous wind control technique, sinking into the sea, and it will not work at all.

In this Sanqing Pavilion, the heaven and earth that are invincible to all kinds of Dao methods are several times stronger than those madmen.

Under the great discount of cultivation, Fang Mao was overwhelmed by the dozen or so petals with mysterious traces; being brushed by several petals, the cyan cotton jacket was cut out of countless cracks, and the cotton ru burst out and flew everywhere.

The strange thing is that in the hands of the upright green-robed scholar, the petals of the red flower have obviously burst out, but at this time they are intact, and more than a dozen petals are slowly blooming. It's just that this time, Ren Pingsheng was prepared, and when the petals were about to open, a sword was handed out, which was a kind of desolation that was done with all his might.

Among the eighteen swords of the Sorrowful Heaven, Tianhuang is the only sword style that seems to be both offensive and defensive. In fact, its sword intent is still an indomitable move. The sword moves everywhere, and the universe is desolate.

Countless ethereal sword shadows swept by, and in an instant, they enveloped the whole body of the blue-robed scholar, and the red flowers in his hands could not be spared.

The iron sword slashed across his hands, red flowers, head and neck, chest and abdomen...... The scholar who stood still should have been smashed into a pile of meat puree.

However, Ren Pingsheng's sword moves were exhausted, just like drawing a knife and cutting off water, after the blade

, flowing water as ever. The green-robed scholar was not only intact, but the dozen or so petals that had regrown in his hands had flown out one by one, and a demonic wind swirled out of the shrine, enveloping those petals towards Ren Pingsheng.

Ren Pingsheng glanced at Fang Mao's side, who was flustered and sweating profusely. He asked himself how to light his footwork, and he should have been slightly better than Fang Mao. But in the face of the swift demon wind, Ren Pingsheng did not hesitate, let alone dodge, but directly handed out a sword.

This sword was extremely dignified and had no momentum, but it slowly slashed through the sky, but it cut through the void and left. When the sword momentum was moving forward, the sword qi suddenly soared, like a long rainbow hanging straight to the heavens and the earth. The rainbow sword qi passed through, and the floor slab above the hall broke piece by piece, and then it was lifted by the huge sword qi and flew into the air. The house suddenly burst into a scene of destruction and decay like the end of heaven and earth, and the crumbs of wood and bricks were splashed all over the sky.

The sword qi continued to slash forward, colliding with the mighty demon wind tornado!

"Bang" ......

It was as if the heavens and the earth exploded in an instant, and the entire hall was filled with a burst of smoke and dust, and he couldn't see his fingers.

Ren Pingsheng will have time to re-apply the Prospective Qi Technique in the future to find out. I only felt that there were countless swords, and suddenly stabbed into my limbs, and the pain pierced my heart.

An instinctive reaction, more importantly, is the ruthlessness that has been refined throughout the bleak childhood, Ren Pingsheng does not think about it, it is a type of heavenly anger counterattack.

The heavens and the earth are obscure, and I will open the sky with a sword. Under the wounds all over his body, he only wished that everything in front of him would be annihilated.

Therefore, under the wrath of that sword, there is no life left.

In the smoke and dust, only a miserable cry was heard, followed by a roar full of sorrow, as terrible as a wolf's howl.

Two hazy figures flew out of the ground in an instant.

"Bang bang" twice. Two walls, one east and one west, have been broken through two large holes. The figure that flew out of the two big holes reached the courtyard outside the house, and flew in the air for several feet before falling into the flowers and trees, and fell to the ground.

Fang Mao, who flew out from the east, had only one scar on his body, which crossed his chest and abdomen, as if he had been slashed by a sword, but fortunately the injury was not serious. He fell to the ground and got up, then turned his head to look around, and there was no trace of Ren Pingsheng.

The one who broke through the wall in the west was Ren Pingsheng. There were more than a dozen wounds on his body, none of which looked like sword wounds, but rather like some kind of killing dao technique. The wound is not affected, but it involves the meridians and viscera, and when it moves, the whole body is in severe pain, and the heart trembles.

He didn't stand up immediately, and he was fully focused, but he immediately concentrated on the iron sword in his hand, and was on guard.

When people are at their weakest, they may subconsciously find a way to recover, but when Ren Pingsheng is at his weakest, he always subconsciously thinks of sneak attacks.

Sure enough, before he could stand up, a green shadow flew out of the corner of the eaves around the nine-story building in front of him, and rushed towards Ren Pingsheng.

Ren Pingsheng rolled on the spot, stood up on one knee, and handed out a sword. only to find that the person who came did not make a move, but stood straight down, it was Fang Mao.

Fang Mao was not seriously injured, so as soon as he came out of the room, he immediately found that the Dao law prohibition on his body had disappeared, so he hurriedly flew up against the wind, planning to go around the building to see if he could find Ren Pingsheng. If he couldn't find it, he had to bite the bullet again and break into the tall building.

Fang Mao looked at the injuries on Ren Pingsheng's body, without words, but with a strange expression.

"It's a little miserable, isn't it?" Ren Pingsheng smiled bitterly, "The other party's sudden blow really can't be stopped." ”

Fang Mao suddenly remembered something and said, "Next time I enter, I will attack and find a way to win with the Great Dao unlocked by the talisman." Otherwise, I won't be able to cast it, and the power of that evil god is too strong, yours

The sword doesn't seem to be able to deal with it. ”

This is not like a scholar's scholar, when it comes to this kind of thing, it is a matter of course. Fortunately, Ren Pingsheng is not a monk of an orthodox sect, and he doesn't care about any reputation and status, otherwise this kind of straightforward revelation of shortcomings can form a mustard for a hundred years and thousands of years between the two, and even eventually evolve into a life-and-death beam.

It's just that from another point of view, maybe Fang Mao has already decided in his heart that Ren Pingsheng is a junior disciple of the same school. Between teachers and brothers, there is no need to have too many scruples when speaking.

Ren Pingsheng nodded, reluctantly stood up, staggered to the Mirror Lake Pavilion, sacrificed a warm tree nest talisman, and took advantage of the convergence of spiritual energy to sit and breathe.

Fang Mao knew that he needed to heal and recover, so he sat down on the stone steps in front of the pavilion and protected the way for him. As long as the Dao method is unhindered, Fang Mao will deal with it alone, and he will not be afraid of the other party's attack.

"Alright. After a while, Ren Pingsheng stood up, of course, mainly with the help of that talisman.

Fang Mao was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything, and then took the lead to walk across the covered bridge over the lake and go to the gate of the Sanqing Pavilion.

This time, as soon as Fang Mao stepped into the threshold, Ren Pingsheng immediately sacrificed a painted warm tree nest charm. After the paper talisman was sacrificed, he found that there was no figure of the blue-robed scholar in this one-story hall. Except for the front and back walls, everything in the hall is as usual. In front of him is still the empty shrine, and in the shrine, there is still the bronze mirror of observation.

Fang Mao tried to fly against the wind, but there was no obstacle. Even with the blessing of Ren Pingsheng's talisman aura, the flight is smoother and faster.

Ren Pingsheng was about to draw his sword, and slashed the shrine with a sword. was stopped by Fang Mao.

"This kind of mechanism should be performed by the joint efforts of countless demon clans, and it should be made with mana. The damage to the physical object may not only not be able to unlock the formation, but may even trigger the center of its formation, attracting a greater counterattack. ”

Ren Pingsheng had to hurriedly withdraw his sword momentum, "Then it's still according to what was discussed before, you make a move, and I'll draw a talisman." ”

Fang Mao nodded, his eyes always looking at the shrine, thinking hard about what to do.

During this period, Ren Pingsheng directly drew a dragon lock talisman with sword qi. I saw that the sword qi of the Dao was condensed, forming an ancient seal symbol like a thick ink and heavy pen, which was condensed and shining.

Once the dragon talisman was drawn, it turned into a golden mist, enveloping the entire shrine. As the golden mist permeated and dissipated, the entire shrine seemed to be soaked in gold water, and the wooden offering table had a few golden light flows. When the golden light disappeared, the color of the shrine seemed to be aged for decades in an instant.

Fang Mao nodded secretly, already thinking about it in his heart.

Under the feet of the two of them, a golden lotus throne with immortal qi slowly generated. The throne slowly expanded, and soon around the two of them, a small world covered in clouds and mist. Fang Mao tried to expand this little world and include that shrine.

As long as the other party is included in his own small world, then all the rules of the avenue are up to him.

In case the cultivation is not good and the opponent is not able to withstand a blow, you can retreat with your whole body, so that you will not be rashly attacked like before, and you will be restrained.

Ren Pingsheng continued to sacrifice landscape talismans in it.

He didn't understand the subtleties of these Dao methods displayed by Fang Mao, so he couldn't do it with a target, but with the hope of qi art, he knew that by constantly condensing the luck of the mountains and rivers, he could consolidate and bless this small world. Therefore, from the objects close at hand, he took out dozens of star wall condensing talismans, boundary water talismans, warm tree nest gang talismans and other landscape talismans of different ranks.

The expansion of the small world began to expand forward at a speed visible to the naked eye.