Three days later.

The sword light in the forest flashed one after another, falling to the ground, revealing the figures of Yuan Qing and the little beast.

The two were one after the other, six or seven zhang apart: the little beast licked its paws as if nothing happened, Yuan Qing's expression was slightly cold, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

"I know that you know how to speak, what do you mean by being so entangled!" Yuan Qing turned around and said in a cold voice.

The little beast lowered its claws and blinked, its pale golden eyes as clear as water.

"Meow~"

Seeing this, Yuan Qing frowned, swung his sword forward, the silver light around him was dazzling, Sen Ran's sword intent rushed into the sky, and shouted: "In the past, it was a blood feud of life and death, Mo Dao, I will not kill you!"

The little beast looked as usual, didn't move, looked at Yuan Qing fixedly, and called "meow" again, soft and sweet, and looked well-behaved.

Yuan Qing's brows tightened, he was silent for a moment, sighed helplessly, took away his aura, put away his sword, turned around, changed directions, and went away with his sword again.

The little beast shook its tail slightly, the corners of its mouth raised slightly, and smiled slyly as if it had succeeded in its scheme, and then it used all four legs to turn into a white mang, and chased away.

Another day, the two reappeared in the woods.

As soon as he landed, he saw that the silver light was as bright as a crescent moon, but Yuan Qing couldn't bear it, and shook his hand to split out a brilliant sword light.

The little beast moved, hid aside, and did not fight back, but just "meowed", as if angry, as if aggrieved, complaining, and pitiful.

Yuan Qing shook his head with a wry smile, shook his sleeves, put away the water sword, and asked lightly: "Why do you need to pretend to be a gesture, let's say, what do you want?"

The little beast's expression suddenly changed, and there seemed to be a raging golden flame in his eyes, and between his pink tongue, his two fangs flashed with a cold light.

I saw it raise its claws, first pointed to the mountains and forests behind it, then pointed to Yuanqing, then meowed a few times, and finally poked out its claws and slapped down in the air.

Yuan Qing thought for a moment and asked, "Do you want to join forces with me and fight to the death against that Lunatic Cultist?"

The little beast responded briskly, its tail swaying, its pointed ears moving slightly, and its little face full of excitement.

Yuan Qing looked at it, pondered for a moment, shook his head and replied: "If you were in your heyday, you could still fight, but now you are weak in your body, and your strength is not one in ten, and fighting with it is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg." ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard a low roar, and then the golden light was sheng, the unicorn appeared, and the little beast was surrounded by golden flames, majestic like a divine beast descending into the world.

Yuan Qing raised his eyebrows, and said in his heart: "Sure enough." ”

Previously, his whereabouts were exposed, because the other party was outnumbered, and there were small beasts on the side, they were friends and foes, and their strength was extraordinary, so the young man made a decision and fled far away.

With Yuan Qing's current sword speed, coupled with several changes of direction in succession, it didn't take long for a group of Lunatics cultists, along with the little beasts, to be far behind and disappear.

However, just as he was resting with his breath, he saw a flash of white light, and it was a small beast following its tracks, and not far behind was the group of Lunatic worshippers, howling and shouting, describing bloodthirsty and crazy.

The young man had no choice but to summon his sword out of his sleeve and repeat his old skills, but it didn't take long for him to be found by the little beast again, and he was still followed by a group of mad cultists.

So he fled and chased again, and the little beast also followed more and more closely in the chase and escape, and finally became inseparable from the boy.

In addition, the group of moon worshippers seemed to have some way to know the location of the two, no matter how far they were thrown off, they could always find them, stalking and fighting, and never stopping.

Yuan Qing understands that the little beast unicorn is a different species, and the sharpness of the spiritual sense is far better than ordinary, if there is no means to isolate the breath, it is difficult to get rid of its lock, but there are no rivers around, and there is no spiritual determination in itself, what can I do about it?

There is a helpless pendant, which can protect the body invisibly, hide the breath and silence it, but the young man didn't think about it, and he didn't know whether he really forgot it, or deliberately sealed the bottom of the bag and discarded it.

It's not that I haven't thought about killing the little beast to prevent future troubles.

First, the young man has a high spirit, and he sees that the little beast is already at the end of the crossbow, and he disdains to take advantage of people's danger; second, several times, the two can be said to be evenly matched, regardless of victory or defeat, Yuan Qing has long regarded it as an opponent in his heart, and he also faintly has some sympathy.

What's more, in this life, there is a clear warning from the sword soul, it seems that once you do it, you will be in great danger, and even life and death are unpredictable, and your life is in danger.

Now it seems that this beast is indeed hiding its back hand, and there is a great mystery in its body.

Thinking about it, Yuan Qing nodded, and then said: "Okay, you still have such strength, you can really give it a try, but you need to say it first, don't entangle me again after sending this group of evil cultivators, he will see you again in the future, and he will not blame Yuan for his sword." ”

The little beast swept away the golden flame phantom, opened its mouth widely, yawned, and ignored the young man's threatening words.

Yuan Qing turned a blind eye to this, and after a pause, he continued: "I remember that you once used the roar of the unicorn to subdue the demons, and the Moon Worship Sect cultivated the method of combining humans and beasts, so it should have a miraculous effect on it. At that time, I will fight the enemy in front, and you will wait for the opportunity to be behind, and the two phases will be in harmony, even if you can't destroy the enemy, you can also behead its head and frustrate its edge, I don't know what you think?"

The little beast seemed to be sleepy, its head lowered, its eyes foggy, and after a listless cry, it gradually shrank into a ball, and it looked like it was going to sleep on the spot.

At this time, Yuan Qing popped out an emerald green pill and fell into his mouth.

The little beast suddenly woke up, flashed away, and then returned, smacking his lips and his face full of doubt.

"This is the Returning Spirit Pill," Yuan Qing said lightly, "I want you to escape all the way, the consumption is not small, this Pill can help you recover your spirit, and you can also have a better chance of winning against the enemy." ”

After speaking, he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and breathed.

The little beast's nose twitched lightly a few times, and then walked to a place ten zhang away from Yuanqing, curled up and lay down, his eyes slightly closed, and his body was glowing with gold and green faint light, and his breath gradually recovered.

Two hours later.

There was a loud noise, and dozens of humans and beasts appeared, their fierce faces were exposed, and they were fanatical and bloodthirsty, and it was the Lunatic Cult members who were chasing after them.

The little beast didn't seem to notice, it was still asleep, and the light around it was like a broken candle; Yuan Qing had already woken up, holding the water-breaking sword, standing in front of the little beast, with a faint expression.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then for some reason, they howled in unison, and the man surnamed Zhu at the head of the group looked up to the sky and roared, like crazy.

Suddenly, there was a beast roar, rolling like thunder, mighty, penetrating the soul, and calming the heart.

All the disciples suddenly stopped and stood still, and the demon beasts that sat down were even more unbearable, all prostrate on the ground, their limbs were paralyzed, and their whole bodies trembled like chaff.

However, in the next moment, a dazzling blood bloom burst open, forming a dark red light film, and falling upside down. Inside the mask, the man surnamed Zhu had a disdainful face, and the scarlet ring on his head floated up and down.

The little beast didn't know when he stood beside Yuan Qing, the golden flames around him rose, and the unicorn shadow behind him was lifelike, his eyes were cold, and his killing intent was blazing.

"With a hundred beasts in my hand, this unicorn roar is useless to me, I've tried so many times, don't you have a long memory?" the man sneered as he looked at the little beast.

As soon as the words fell, he saw the Qilin Shadow Lion's mouth open widely, gathering a golden bead, which rose to the size of a palm in his breath, and finally turned into a brilliant pillar of light and shot out, blasting towards the light mask.

The light mask suddenly rippled, but it never broke, but instead gave birth to a trace of blood flames, like tentacles, climbing up along the pillar of light, the surface of which fluctuated, like a living thing.

Look at the man again, his hands are pinching, his mouth is chanting mantras, his face is flushed, his expression is intoxicated, like drinking alcohol, and the spiritual pressure around his body is rising.

At this moment, the mutation was reborn, but seeing that the silver light was like a flowing fire, as fast as thunder, it flashed, and then exploded and roared, and the sword qi surged, drowning the golden light and blood flames together.

The sword qi was exhausted, and there was no man's figure in the forest, only a vermilion ring remained, lying quietly on the ground.

The little beast was overjoyed, put away its magical powers, jumped forward, spit out a wisp of golden flame and rolled up the ring, refining it in an instant, leaving wisps of scarlet smoke, which converged into beads and returned to the belly with the golden flame.

On the other side, the giant tiger under the man's command struggled to get up, let out a terrible wail, and then collapsed, bleeding from its seven orifices, and lost its life after a few convulsions.

The rest of the disciples then returned to their senses, and when they saw this situation, instead of being afraid, they became angry, one by one, they either controlled the beasts, or cast spells, and even bleed and cursed, and the means were all out, and they looked like they were not dying.

In the face of a group of crazy humans and beasts, the cold light in the eyes of the little beast reappeared, and he was about to repeat the old trick, but unexpectedly, a little white light suddenly appeared in the center of his eyebrows, and it spread instantly with the momentum of a prairie fire.

The golden light and white mangs are fighting for me, and they are like water and fire, and in a blink of an eye, they are bounded by the eyebrows of the little beast, and they are divided into two, and they are clearly distinguished from each other.

The little beast suddenly let out a cry of pain, and then passed out to the ground, unconscious.

At the critical moment, but seeing the silver mang, the sword qi was vigorous, and the broken water sword was a ten-zhang silver light giant sword, sweeping over, forcing back the demons;

Yuan Qing came to the side of the little beast, and the robe emitted a clear light, blocking the aftermath of the spell, and then summoned the sword back, and the sword light was combined, and the little beast broke through the air and left.

However, just as he was leaving, the blood spells made by several moon worshippers turned into several small pitch-black arrows, spanning a distance of hundreds of zhang, and struck the sword light in a flash.

Within the sword light, Yuan Qing snorted, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with a little bright red.

......

Beiliang Mountain, thousands of miles away, stone hall in the mountain.

In front of the purple gold incense burner, the young man stood with his hands in his hands, his golden robe was as bright as ever, but his face was a little pale.

In front of the young man, a young woman, dressed in colorful neon clothes, knelt on the ground, and was pleading with a mournful voice: "The king spares his life!

The young man listened silently, and the spiritual pressure around him fell violently, and at the end, a little red gold light flame popped out and fell towards the woman.

The woman instinctively wanted to hide, but she held herself down and let the light sink into her eyebrows.

"Within half a year, find Xue'er's whereabouts and spare you from death. The boy said coldly.

The woman was immediately relieved, and replied respectfully: "Thank you for the holy grace of the king! Caiyi will do her best to get the little princess back!"

After saying that, he bowed his head and hurriedly retreated.

After the woman left, the young man let out a long sigh, and fell asleep around the incense burner for the true body of the unicorn, with deep tiredness between his eyebrows and eyes.