The ice breeze blows, and the beads hang on the hazy hair. The cold of the early morning www.biquge.info made Chixiao shiver again and again.

Chixiao didn't expect that Luo Li was really ruthless and threw him out of the boudoir directly.

The smoke was bursting, floating away, and the boudoir became hazy. In an instant, the milky white mist turned into tiny droplets. Sprinkled in the bushes and landed on Chixiao's face. Gentle, greasy, and a little damp. With the smell of medicine, I feel a little drunk.

Chixiao took a few deep breaths, his face was a little pale, and raised the "Ruyi Fan" to block the cold gaze. Turned around and hurried away.

Ten days have passed, and for the sage, it is just a small sleep in cultivation, and it has been said.

Chixiao was immersed in the fragrance of yesterday's tea, reminiscing about the arguments of several Holy Ancestors. The palace shook slightly, and the maid stood with her head bowed.

"Holy Ancestor, today's soldiers, please bathe."

Chixiao was a little embarrassed, before this, there had never been a saint to accompany the bath. I wanted to send out the maid, but I thought that the Holy Ancestor should be treated like this, so I had to bathe in the heart. He went out of the dormitory surrounded by several bathing girls.

The holy envoy was already waiting outside the temple when he saw Chixiao coming out. Busy stepping forward to salute. Take the red sky to the depths of the forest.

Not long after, Chixiao met a lot of sassy Holy Ancestors, all of whom were embraced by beautiful women, left and right. When he saw Chixiao, he didn't shy away from it, holding the holy woman in his arms and saying hello.

Chixiao raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the misty path. Several saints escorted Luo Li and walked past Chixiao, without looking at him.

Hmph! A strong fragrance erupts from the nostrils. Looking at Luo Li's writhing buttocks, Chixiao almost vomited.

"Chi Shengyou, your eyes are not right!" Wu Sheng walked over and followed Chixiao's gaze.

"Riot"! Chi Xiao said fiercely.

Wu Sheng smiled. "The holy friend has eaten a lot of vinegar, and when it comes to the realm of you and me, is it still a matter of romantic nights"?

The corners of Chixiao's face were slightly red, remembering the bathing just now. Looking at the handmaidens beside a few holy friends, I had to smile. Shaking the fan, he said, "The taste is different"!

Hahaha! Several Holy Ancestors laughed.

"The taste of the Holy Friends is quite heavy."

Chixiao was stunned, and subconsciously swept over the maids beside him, the imprints were all there, no wonder Wu Sheng would say this.

"There are times when you get tired of everything".

Wu Sheng and the other Holy Ancestors smiled knowingly, comprehending in their hearts. Who doesn't understand that thing among the saints.

"The treasures at home are slowly appraised, but the treasures outside are not easily identified, so let's go!

The Holy Ancestors laughed foully, and no one took what they said seriously. In the past few days, Chixiao has mixed up with these Holy Ancestors a lot, and there are more words that are not pleasing to the ear. It can't be true.

The green glow reflects the layers of trees, and among the lush ancient trees, the unique palace is faint. Suddenly, the trees were gone, and the boulders were lying on their sides, with a sheep's intestine path sandwiched in between. The stone steps are paved with black crystals, like a ladder of clouds, and they descend diagonally from the sky.

The saints walked on the narrow and steep steps, and every time they landed, the stone steps immediately sounded with a ding-dong sound.

Chixiao looked at the blue sky, and there was such a dangerous place in Weicheng. I can't help but think of the "first line of sky" that I broke through when I was in the puppet realm. Thinking about it, Chixiao couldn't help but be happy.

Wu Sheng crashed into Chixiao. "Don't be happy, it's time to get to the place".

The stairs came to an end. A large hall of green shadows embedded in the mountain floats in the clouds, the chrysanthemum-shaped flower shadow is as white as snow, the distinctive dragon claws are like countless wisps of fountains, the petals are as thin as needles, and the teeth and claws are dancing, and the claws are condensed in the mist. The mist seemed to have been caught by the dragon's claw chrysanthemum, and it froze motionless on the body of the temple.

Approaching the main hall, the floating mist is like milk, delicate on the face, like ice and slippery, without the slightest coldness.

Chixiao inadvertently took the fan and reached out to rub the mist carefully.

"Medicinal fragrance"?

This fog is light, like fog but not fog, and only a person with great divine consciousness like Chixiao can get a subtle glimpse of it.

This fragrance is so familiar, and when I came out of Luo Li's boudoir that day, I also smelled this fragrance. Soft, smooth, clear and sweet.

Approaching the temple, the maids and the holy envoys retreated to the side, gradually disappearing into the mist.

The Holy Ancestors were missing the attendants to follow, and immediately gathered together in twos and threes. Seeing that there were no guards in front of the temple, he walked to the light gate in front of the temple.

The divine sense shook slightly, and the wide hall flashed with three golden characters "Jianbing Cave".

In front of the swarthy entrance of the cave sat a white-haired old saint, with his hair held high, and a pair of oblique flying sword eyebrows hung with deep and bottomless blade eyes, which seemed to have a more cold temperament all over his body.

The Holy Ancestors came to the cave and bowed deeply to the white-haired old saints.

The old saint's eyes narrowed, and his gaze swept over. "Everyone is coming to inspect the soldiers, and you must abide by the rules of the Holy Sword Mountain, do you know?"

All the Holy Ancestors should say "yes" in unison.

Chixiao answered, and sighed in his heart. The Holy Sword Mountain is too good, don't say anything about the mountain rules, just let you abide by it.

"Okay! It is forbidden to bring the holy bag in this cave, and those who untie the holy bag can enter the cave."

Several Holy Ancestors took the lead and walked to the light shield beside the old saint, untied the holy bag, and put it in the cover. Disappeared into the hole in a flash.

Luo Li? Chixiao scolded in his heart. The Holy Sword Mountain really knows how to play!

The Holy Ancestors couldn't think so much, so they untied the holy bag one after another, and hurriedly entered the "Jianbing Cave".

Chixiao hesitated a little, but still untied the holy bag.

When I entered the cave, there was a white light in front of me. Chixiao was stunned, this white light actually came from the stone wall, and the stone walls on both sides were crystal clear, and the silk white light flowed, gathering towards the center of the cave.

In the cave, a serpentine sword stood in the center, and splashes of white light shot out from the blade of the sword, piercing straight into the crystal stone wall. It turned out that the white light of this cave was the sword edge reflected from the stone wall.

All the Holy Ancestors gathered towards the White Light Serpentine Sword and did not wait to get closer. The sword body burst into a circle of white light, and the sword embodied three black characters: "Soul Chasing Sword".

"Good sword"! The Holy Ancestors were full of praise.

Out of the white light came a holy woman. "Holy Ancestors, if you like this soldier, you can try the army, if you fail to do it three times, please give up by yourself."

The Holy Ancestors whispered and discussed, and some Holy Ancestors bypassed the white light. Only the four Holy Ancestors remained in the white light.

Chixiao Divine Sense, although this sword is heavy, there is a word "soul" that is so unpleasant to hear.

As the Holy Stream passed through the White Light Cave, his eyes darkened. Chixiao raised the fan in front of his eyes, and slowly put it down for a long time.

The center of the cave is "flying gong", and the blue light flows down from the blue edge between the gongs, converging into a long stream, gurgling in the airspace.

The saints walked among the deep blue streams, and instantly felt a cold wind, and their cheeks seemed to be blown by a wind knife, and they were so painful that they didn't feel grinning.

The exclamation sounded, and more than a dozen Holy Ancestors rushed to the front of the virtual soldiers, staring at the blue "Flying Wing" with bright eyes.

The blue mangs flow, and the black light words converged. "Heaven walks".

"Ladies and gentlemen, this gong is forged by the 'Jade Qingzi' of the Holy Sword Mountain with five hundred years of pure yang essence fire. The basic void slash power is the third order, and the refining slash power is immeasurable. ......”。

The Guardian Saintess talked endlessly for half an hour, and Chi Xiao was a little moved when he heard it, and followed the Holy Ancestors over. After a few steps, he stopped again. Turning around the soldiers, he walked deeper into the cavern.

walked through more than a dozen holes in a row, and there were indeed a lot of virtual soldiers in my favorite. Chixiao stopped several times, and then had to sigh and leave. There are fewer Soldier Saint Ancestors, and they have long been stumped by the void soldiers in the first ten holes. Only Chixiao rushed from one soldier cave to another, gradually getting deeper and deeper.

It was dark in front of him, and Chixiao stopped. The cave in front of me is black and hollow, there are no soldiers, no illusions, the surroundings are pitch black, and you can't see your fingers. Standing in the cave is like falling into the dark night.

This cave is not the same black, under the prying eyes of the divine sense, it is all hazy and covered with black veils. There are trees, stones, and water, all of which have different colors. Jet black, intense black, light black, pale black, like black silver.

It's lush, it's gloomy, and it seems to hide boundless fear.

Chixiao condensed his divine consciousness and wanted to see the scenery in the cave. It's so dark that the consciousness is all inked by this black. There's no way to peek into what's really in the cave. Only a silent hollow sound could be heard, whining and pulling a long note. I can also sense a little panic, and in the dark and lightless hole, a pair of black eyes radiate a cold dead light.

"Holy Ancestor, do you want to examine the army?" he suddenly asked. Chixiao was so frightened that he panicked.

"Damn!

The black shadow was a little heavier, and a burst of the breath of a saint approached, and it fluttered on her face warmly and softly.

Chixiao's eyes widened, and a swarthy swarthy hot face came to him, and a little wet touched his face.

"Ruyi fan" blocked the face pasted on. Four words were condensed from the fan: "Give or receive".

"Ahh

Chixiao's ears buzzed with a sharp sound, his right eye narrowed slightly, and a little black light flashed in his eyes.

The light was too fast, just a flash. Chixiao was knocked out by a force and slammed into the cave wall.

Chixiao felt that all his internal organs were shaken, and a stream of qi and blood rushed from Danhai to his throat.

Grit your teeth and shut up. The blood gushed into his throat and was swallowed back. Chixiao, who fell under the cave wall, was cold, cramping, and drenched in cold sweat. When you move, it's the pain that pierces the heart to the bone. The blood seemed to be gushing out of pain, and the hot sensation gathered from the numb back to the right hand, and the tingling sensation had already caused the right arm to lose sensation.

Chixiao was stunned, since entering the incarnation realm, his combat power has increased more than a hundredfold. There is also a "Ruyi Fan" soul soldier body protector, not to mention killing the Quartet, the soul soldier alone can also walk sideways in the holy area, when has he suffered such a big loss.

At this time, Chixiao had only one voice in his head. "I was knocked flying".

"I was knocked flying".

"Holy Ancestor, are you alright?" The cold little hand reached out to Chixiao's face and touched his snort.

Chixiao's eyes turned into a soul, his consciousness was still awake, and he was so angry by the saint's actions that he whimpered, and the qi and blood that had just been pressed back almost spurted out.

The cold little hand retracted in a panic. "Oh!

Hearing this, Chixiao was so angry that he trembled. "Damn, little girl, it's hard to think that your ancestor will die."