After Luo Lin took the crimson elixir, the Xuan Qi in her body was abnormally chaotic, a large number of cracks appeared in the meridians, and the qi and blood were gradually eaten, which was already very serious, and it was even worse at this time.

"It's not good, retreat!" Sikong Haoran always observed Wei Hu's every move, and when he saw that Rowling was desperate to let Wei Hu escape, he felt that something was wrong.

Sure enough, Luo Lin, who had taken the pill, directly broke through to the realm of the Great Sword Master's consummation, and a sword light struck in the direction where the two of them were located.

"Boom!"

Sikong Haoran and Qian Lulu were both at the intermediate level of the Great Sword Master, and the two of them quickly retreated to the side, and the sword qi swung out by Rowling exploded in the pile of rubble behind them, and the smoke and dust were everywhere, and the rubble flew all over the sky.

Rowling's figure also appeared beside Sikong Haoran in an instant, she knew that only by restraining the young man in front of her would the red-shirted woman next to her not chase her, and only in this way could Wei Hu have hope of escaping.

Sikong Haoran felt a will to die from Rowling's body, a determination to kill him, exhausted the last of his life, and the power that erupted was not powerful.

The corners of Sikong Haoran's mouth overflowed with patches of red, and he had already suffered internal injuries when he fought with Wei Hu, and at this time, Rowling was desperate to attack, making the injuries in his body even more serious. Seeing Sikong Haoran's state at this time, Qian Lulu also gave up chasing Wei Hu and joined the battle.

"Let's go, do you want me to die without blinding!!" Rowling's body was raging at this time, rampage, with her weak body could not hold on for long, the vitality in her body was gradually fading, and she roared hoarsely towards Wei Hu in the rear!

Wei Hu's eyes shrunk, since the establishment of the team, he has experienced life and death tribulations large and small, and there has never been a moment of such despair, so helplessness, and so trembling and uneasy.

Rowling's voice was like an arrow, slamming into his heart. His body trembled, his fists clenched, and every muscle in his body trembled in pain.

His eyes were cracked, his face was hideous and terrifying, he retreated step by step, the blood in his mouth gushed out, and the figures of a man and a woman appeared in his eyes, and then disappeared into the hundred thousand mountains.

"Bang!"

The figures of the three of them were thrown out in opposite directions, and after Sikong Haoran and Qian Lulu landed, they took four or five steps back before stopping their bodies and standing with their swords.

When Rowling was throwing her body away, she turned her head to look at Wei Hu's reverse and found that he had left, with a smile and a touch of melancholy on her pale face.

The body that had been held for a long time, at the moment when the burden was lifted, the meridians, viscera, and riotous Xuan Qi in her body were like a torrent, destroying all the vitality in her body.

"Poof!"

Rowling fell into the rubble, and her pale face was a crimson, perhaps the brilliance of the morning glow, or the last nostalgia.

She remembered that they met in the 100,000 mountains, and once they came to the rescue, she followed him. The geometry of life, several degrees of sunrise, and an inadvertent rubbing shoulders has become the most beautiful scenery in her memory in this life.

Sikong Haoran and Qian Lulu came to Rowling's side, looked at his miserable appearance, closed their eyes deeply, and then regained their clarity.

"Can you tell me who you are?" Rowling asked weakly, looking at the young man in front of her, with hatred,

There are apologies too.

"Sword Sect, Sikong Haoran!" Sikong Haoran may have seen a familiar figure on her body, and he couldn't bear to refuse, and looked up in the direction where Wei Hu disappeared, revealing killing intent.

After Luo Lin heard Sikong Haoran say about the Sword Sect, a deep jealousy appeared in her eyes, which then turned into mockery. No wonder their strength is so strong, and at the same time, there is also a sense of uneasiness in her heart, she hopes that Wei Hu can leave the Southern Regions, the farther away the better, and then in a sigh, she closed her eyes forever.

Sikong Haoran put away his sword and stood, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and turned his head to look at Qian Lulu who was wearing a red robe, his face was like the first snow, his eyes were like the morning glow, and some green silk was swaying in the breeze, adding a beautiful scenery to the 100,000 mountains in the morning light. "Thank you, girl, for your help just now, if it weren't for you, I might have become a ghost under their sword!"

Qian Lulu turned around and looked at Sikong Haoran, her beautiful face was full of joy and anger, "You deal with the two-winged blue-scaled python first, the smell of blood here will cause the nearby demonic beasts and other cultivators to come, and it will change later!"

Sikong Haoran felt a familiar taste from her words, exactly the same as the tone of the senior brother Gu Yulin, with a hint of coldness in indifference.

The doubts in her heart became stronger and stronger, looking at her warm and angry eyes, swallowing the words she wanted to ask, flashing from the six people one by one, the soul refining tripod in the sea of soul power emitted a dazzling light, and the souls of the six people were refined in a blink of an eye, and then appeared beside the two-winged blue scale python.

Qian Lulu looked at Sikong Haoran's actions just now, and there was a faint soul fluctuation just now, which was fully seen by her, and a trace of envy flashed in her eyes, sure enough, the soul was in his hands, he was really a lucky boy.

Sikong Haoran took down the "Dead Wood Dragon Yin" dagger inserted in the seven inches of the two-winged blue-scaled python, the dead body was still as solid as a rock, and it took a lot of effort to take out the magic core and two turquoise eyeballs from its skull, and then several jade bottles disappeared in the palm of his hand, if it weren't for the fact that the space of the Sumeru Na ring in his hand was not large enough, he would have wanted to put the entire double-winged blue-scaled python in it.

"Come with me!" came to Qianlulu's side, and was about to speak, but she interrupted her, followed her, and disappeared into the desolate valley, leaving only six corpses and a tattered two-winged python.

Not long after they disappeared, a vague figure appeared on a towering tree in the valley, his body was covered by a vague aura, his whole body was shrouded in black night clothes, looking at the direction in which Sikong Haoran and the two disappeared, a breeze blew, and the black shadow gradually drifted away with the wind, as if he had never been here.

In a cave.

Sikong Haoran sat cross-legged on the ground, repairing the injuries in his body, after the souls of the six people were refined by the Soul Refining Ding, some of them overflowed into his soul power ocean, replenishing the soul power he consumed.

The soul will run on its own, absorbing the soul filaments that are free between heaven and earth. He wanted to recover to his best state to absorb the soul in the Twin Winged Blue Scale Python Demon Core, and he felt that as long as he refined its soul, this Soul Refining Ding would truly take shape.

After entering the cave, Sikong Haoran finally couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart, as he guessed, she was a disciple of the Sword Sect, and she was also his third senior sister Qian Lulu, when she left the mountain gate, the master informed her, and after hearing the news, a warm current rose in her heart.

Soon after.

Sikong Haoran had a turquoise magic core suspended in his hand, the size of a walnut, and the rich green light was obscured by a layer of transparent soul enchantment. A translucent soul looms in the core

, spitting out a scarlet letter, showing hideousness, although it is only a demonic beast between the fifth and sixth orders, but it also has a certain spiritual intelligence.

Sikong Haoran ignored its ferocity, nodded towards Qianlulu in the direction of the cave entrance, and then ran the soul duel.

The two-winged blue-scaled python in the demon core felt an inexplicable force tearing apart his soul, and the demon core burst out with a strong strong light, it wanted to break free from the shackles and break free from the cage, but this tearing force became bigger and bigger, as if there was a force holding him tightly, no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

It was unwilling to become food for humans, and he wanted to take revenge, so he gave up breaking free, broke away from the demon core, and entered the ocean of soul power. It saw a soul refining tripod blooming with pale golden light, releasing a soul coercion, but this soul coercion was not enough to worry about, perhaps the soul refining tripod had not yet taken shape.

Just as it was taking all its actions, the Soul Refining Ding was like a delicate pagoda, suppressing him to the ground and unable to move, and the terrible hiss resounded in the sea of soul power.

Immediately, a storm of soul power rolled up, but fortunately, Sikong Haoran's soul was wrapped in a layer of pale golden light, but he was still shocked by the last counterattack of the two-winged blue-scaled python.

Qian Lulu saw that Sikong Haoran's lips were overflowing with a trace of blood, and her whole face was also glowing with turquoise light, and then she was swallowed by a pale golden light, she was very anxious, she didn't know how to help him, and the purple long sword in her hand was tightly pulled in the palm of her hand.

The two-winged blue-scaled python that was suppressed under the Soul Refining Ding struggled to get weaker and weaker, and the soul storm that rolled up gradually subsided, and with the last weak hiss, the translucent soul gradually disappeared into the Soul Refining Ding.

With the infusion of the last trace of soul power of the two-winged blue scale python, the clear outline of the soul refining tripod bloomed with a golden light that belonged to him, and for a moment, Sikong Haoran's sea of soul power seemed to be bathed in the strong sunlight, draped in a layer of gold.

Qian Lulu was shocked by the scene in front of him, and he saw Sikong Haoran's body bloom with a bright golden light, but it quickly disappeared.

This bright golden light brought her a trace of soul coercion, and she was also happy for him in her heart, and she also showed a trace of jealousy while being happy, and then a smile like a spring breeze appeared on her face.

Hunt the second floor of the union.

In the dark room, an old man sat in the first place, and next to him was a glass of bright red blood, shaped like beautiful jade, Yaoxun. A bewitching figure, half-concealed skin blooms with the charm of a mature woman, and a slender jade foot dominates the dark room.

"I'm going to kill two people?" Wei Hu broke the silence at this time, he looked at the old man sitting on the chair, he didn't dare to have the slightest disrespect, and leaned over.

"I heard Honglian say that your seven-person squad was almost wiped out by two teenagers and girls, when did you Wei Hu become so vulnerable!" The old man hugged the woman beside him with one hand, his fingers slid from her cheeks to her delicate red lips, and he sneered at Wei Hu while stroking back and forth on his red lips.

"My lord, there are other people here!" the bewitching woman was called Red Lotus, who was not at all domineering in the hall, and was like a flower in the old man's arms.

Wei Hu didn't have the slightest anger or dissatisfaction, because he didn't dare, he knew how terrifying the strength of the old man in front of him was, how terrifying the forces behind him were, people like Wei Hu were just an ant in his eyes, as long as he said a word, he would not be able to see the sun tomorrow. "This is the commission I have prepared, I will make the 100,000 mountains their grave!"