The scales were fluttering, and the sword cultivator behind the hall did not dare to get too close, and sat and watched the corpse vine demon reckless, helpless for a while.

After only a moment's delay, the grimace moth had trapped the pioneers, dancing, and the scales and powder were sprinkled down on the head and face, Wei XVII's sleeves were spread, and a young six-winged water snake flew out of his sleeve, opened his mouth and sucked, swallowing the scale powder of the grimace moth into his abdomen, like a great supplement, flapping its wings up and down, excited and abnormal, everyone held their breath, and took the opportunity to drive the flying sword to kill the grimace moth, but they were entangled by the corpse-eating vine demon underground, and they were overwhelmed for a while.

Shi Pingfu slapped the sword of Shaking Yue, and three sword qi popped out, intertwined with each other, and suddenly exploded, splitting into countless fine needles, shuttling back and forth, and the grimace moth fell like rain. The magic power of this "sword qi collapse" split the sword qi into thin needles, and each one was greatly damaged, which could only interfere with and contain the monk, but the ghost face moth itself was weak, which happened to restrain it.

Wei Qiqi and Shi Pingfu both made a move, and the shape shì was slow, but the grimace moth kept flying out, seemingly endless, Wang Jin immediately made a decision, beckoning Kou Yucheng, Zhang Guanfeng, and Huo Mian to attack the forest, in order to kill the people behind the control of the grimace moth and the ghoul vine demon.

The vine demon was afraid of fire, Wei Qiqi casually urged the "Fire Snake Talisman" and burned several rattans to ashes, inspired by him, Meng Zhongliu and Zhou Ji used fire powers, Shi Pingfu threw out a stack of "Fire Snake Talismans", and the rattans with teeth and claws were swept away, and there was no power to resist. The vine demon was hit hard, the body was hidden deep in the ground, intact, Shi Pingfu waved his hand and threw the sword of Shaoyue, inserted it into the earth and stone until it was stalkless, and the sword qi spit out, killing it with one blow.

Wei Qiqi sighed slightly, similar arrangement, but the effect was diametrically opposite, the thunder fire tribulation cloud was indeed a great killing weapon to restrain sword cultivation, and there was no substitute.

Without the corpse eater vine demon beside him, everyone shook their spirits and slaughtered the ghostface moth with their swords, but unexpectedly, Zhou Ji's face was gray, panting, and he fell to the ground in despair, nauseous and vomiting. Meng Zhongliu's face was extremely ugly, and he supported the ground with his sword, and said astringently: "The scales of the grimace moth are as fine as dust, sticky to the skin and blood, turning into a highly poisonous, the poison-repelling pill is not right, and it can't be restrained from ......" Shi Pingfu and Pu Weisheng looked at each other, the two of them had a deep cultivation, and they could barely hold on, and only Wei Seventeen was not disturbed by the scale powder.

Wang Jin and the others had no news for a long time, Shi Pingfu urged Zhenyuan, forcibly wrapped the scale powder, and said, "You wait and rest here, I'll go to the forest to explore." He glanced deeply at Wei Qiqi, and the sword rose, turning into a white light, crashing into the woods.

Wei Qiqi walked to Zhou Ji's side, took out the drowning dagger, and stabbed him lightly at the tip of his finger, squeezing out a drop of fishy black blood, and the middle man wanted to vomit, faintly glowing with phosphorescence.

Zhou Ji was the most poisoned, dizzy, and laughed miserably: "This is ...... There is no cure?"

Wei Qiqi pondered for a moment, beckoned to summon the "Jade Horn", grabbed its head and brought it to Zhou Ji's fingertips, the six-winged water snake tried its best to suck it once, Zhou Ji lost too much blood, his face turned from gray to pale, but his spirit was much better.

"Thank you junior brother for your help!" He thanked Wei Qiqi, took out the pill and swallowed it, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and breathed, most of the poison in his body was gone, and the rest was slowly expelled with the true yuan, and there was no big problem.

Wei Qiqi concocted the same method, sucking the poison for Meng Zhongliu and Pu Weisheng, and the "Jade Horn" swallowed a large amount of poisonous blood, looking quite tired, lazily burrowing into his sleeve and falling into a deep sleep.

The woods are like a beast that devours people, as soon as they enter it, they lose their bearings, Shi Pingfu vaguely felt that someone was hiding behind the trees and peeping, so he hurried slowly, but he was always a few steps short of a human figure. Sunlight shines through the gaps in the branches and leaves, projecting on the soft rotten leaves, like huge eyes, all around, the contrast between light and darkness is so obvious, not natural, but artificial.

An ominous premonition rose in Shi Ping's heart, and cold sweat oozed slightly from his palm, an experience he hadn't had for decades. "Who is it? who is hiding there?" he called tentatively, but there was no response, and the woods were like conscious beings, breathing quietly, and staring at him indifferently.

He looked back, only to see the shadows, countless tall trees blocking his vision, he could not see the sparkling river of Tongtian, he listened attentively, and he did not see the sound of the water, only his own fierce heartbeat, fluttering and fluttering, like a drum, faster and louder, almost jumping out of his throat.

The sky was spinning, the universe was turned upside down, and a dull bell suddenly rang, which shook his heart and swayed, and he fell to the ground without a steady flying sword. Shi Pingfu was frightened, and couldn't help screaming, but he couldn't hear his own voice, only the bell curled in his ears, and it was endless.

"When-" Another bell rang, Shi Pingfu was like a lightning strike, knelt on one knee, his throat was sweet, and he used all his strength to forcibly swallow the blood. His heart was as bright as a mirror, there were masters in the forest who laid prohibitions and set traps, and he recklessly ran in, not beware of the other party's plot.

In a trance, he saw a slender figure, holding a rusty bronze bell with one hand, and slowly flicking away with his fingers in the other, as if holding a thousand pounds of weight, and his sleeves rolled like waves. Shi Pingfu knew that he couldn't stop the third bell ringing, so he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood on the sword of Shaking Yue, and the sword qi rose to the sky, piercing through the shadows, as if thousands of suns were lit up at the same time, and the heavens and the earth were clear again.

"Huh!" the other party shouted in surprise, lifted the bronze bell, collected the sword qi, and the forest returned to darkness.

Shi Pingfu seized this fleeting opportunity, and urged the candle yin trick with all his might, and the tip of the sword lit up with a little light, and the piercing chill swept over, which was the harbinger of "candle yin breathing".