"Don't hurt my daddy!"

The long sword in the hand of the Jian'an Daoist swung out, stopping the four snow light swords. I saw that he pulled a few sword flowers, and then forced the four snow light swords back.

The Sword Void faltered in the void, blood spurting from his body and spilling into the void.

Jian'an Daoist hurriedly flew towards Jian Xuzi and stabilized his figure.

The white-clothed nun suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, completely dyed the face-covering scarf red, and dripped on the white clothes on her chest, plum blossoms dotted, her body could no longer be controlled, and she fell from the sky.

Jiang Ping was shocked in his heart, he hurriedly flew over, hugged the white-clothed female cultivator, his divine sense poured into the white-clothed female cultivator's body, her dantian was no longer the slightest aura, and the killing move just now had consumed all her aura.

Jiang Ping didn't dare to stop for the slightest, grabbed the hilt of the sword that had turned into a snow light sword, and flew towards the flying tiger with the white-clothed female cultivator in his arms. Without waiting for Jiang Ping's orders, the Flying Tiger carried Jiang Ping and the white-clothed female cultivator and flew away quickly in the other direction.

"Black boss, hurry up and fly, and then feed you the spiritual liquid to drink!" Jiang Ping looked back, the figure of Jian'an Daoist was still there, and Jiang Ping always felt unsteady in his heart.

"Black Boss?" The black flying tiger suddenly felt a shock and almost fell from the sky. This guy has given himself several nicknames in a while. If it weren't for the murderous enemy behind him, he would have already started with Jiang Ping.

In Jiang Ping's arms, the white-clothed nun closed her eyes, Jiang Ping knew that her aura was exhausted, and the whole person fainted. Only by placing her in a place where the aura is abundant, waiting for her body to absorb the aura naturally, or giving her the aura herself, she only needs to run the Great Zhou Tian to turn into her own aura, and only a little aura can moisturize her body, and then she will naturally be able to wake up.

The monk is not afraid of not eating or drinking, he is afraid that the spiritual energy will be exhausted, especially the white-clothed nun who runs out of oil and runs out of lamps, which is extremely terrifying. When the ordinary aura is exhausted, at least people can still stay awake, but when the oil runs out and the lamp is dry, not only the aura, but also the mind is extremely depleted.

The final blow of the white-clothed nun not only drained her aura, but also drained her mind!

If it weren't for her mind, her aura wouldn't be enough to sustain the final blow.

But that's the case, the power of the Snow Light Sword is not very great, and it was blocked back by a few sword flowers of the Jian'an Dao people.

Jiang Ping glanced down at the white-clothed female cultivator in her arms, in this case, the white gauze scarf on her face was still there, but it was stained red by the blood spurting out, she forcibly urged the aura, and used the power of the heart god instead of the aura, which shocked the inner house, and then the blood gushed out.

Jiang Ping ripped off the white gauze scarf, stretched out his hand in the air, and the countless water vapors around it condensed and turned into a handful of clear water, Jiang Ping washed the white gauze towel with clean water, wiped the blood on the face of the white-clothed nun clean, and after cleaning all the stains, Jiang Ping was stunned by the white-clothed nun.

He didn't know how to describe the nun in front of him, but he saw that she was only in her twenties, and she only felt that she should be beautiful, especially the pretty bridge of her nose, like white jade, small and exquisite, her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembled gently, and after vomiting blood, her face was slightly ruddy, and she was even more beautiful.

Zhao Wenjun is also an extremely beautiful girl, although she was only ten years old when she left, her beautiful appearance has already taken shape, and she is also a beautiful girl who is fascinated when she grows up.

But the beauty of the white-clothed nun is even more special, and she has more indescribable meaning than Zhao Wenjun.

Jiang Ping couldn't figure out what it was, he just felt that the white-clothed nun was more beautiful and refined, well, if you could describe it in one word, there was only the word 'fairy'.

Yes, it is these two words, Jiang Ping only then knows what is different between Zhao Wenjun and her.

At the beginning of the battle between the old Taoist priests, Jiang Ping actually wanted to slip away, but after hearing the transmission that the white-clothed nun asked him to go first, Jiang Ping felt that he couldn't leave. He has two things to rely on, one is the body protection treasure given by Qingle Zhenren, and the other is the name of Qingle Zhenren!

This place is not far from Qingle Palace, and it is not slow to come here at the speed of Jindan Zhenren. Moreover, once the image of the enemy reaches the hands of the Jindan Ancestor, it will definitely not die!

After all, being able to leave such treasures to future generations is enough to show that they attach great importance to this junior.

"Eh, big black man, where are you going?" Jiang Ping finished cleaning up the girl in white, and then dried the white gauze towel for the white-clothed female cultivator to cover her cheeks, and ran the exercises until the aura in her body was stored seven or eight points full.

Jiang Ping didn't dare to use it lightly to shrink the ground into inches, with his current cultivation, every time he used it, he would consume twenty percent of his spiritual energy! Before Jiang Ping decided to sneak attack Jian Xuzi, there were only fifty percent left, and if he didn't make a move, he couldn't make another move, so he stepped in front of Jian Xuzi in one step, and hurriedly stepped back from Jian Xuzi's side.

In just these two steps, Jiang Ping's forty percent aura was consumed!

When Jiang Ping rode the Flying Tiger, there was only one percent of aura left in his body. Even if Jian Xuzi is seriously injured, even if Jian'an Daoren is not around, he will definitely not risk giving Jian Xuzi a few more swords, a dying counterattack in the late stage of foundation building may directly let himself fall!

Jiang Ping is so willing to take risks when he spares his life so much?

Jiang Ping's divine sense swept around, only to see that this place was densely wooded, the mountains and forests were standing, and a silver-white waterfall descended vertically from the peak, forming a lake within a radius of several miles.

Suddenly, the flying tiger rushed straight down from the sky, and without waiting for Jiang Ping to ask the flying tiger, the flying tiger directly penetrated the waterfall, Jiang Ping was soaked, but there were only some water droplets splashed on the white-clothed nungeon.

"Big black man, you didn't do it on purpose!" Jiang Ping said angrily.

Feihu put the white-clothed female cultivator on the ground, her whole body trembled, and some water splashes flew away, Jiang Ping had already felt it, so she was not affected.

He couldn't figure out what kind of wind the flying tiger was pumping, he was in the early stage of foundation building, and he was only in the late stage of qi refining, so he couldn't be easily provoked. He turned his head to look at the cave, and saw that it was a large cave, with a large area, and although the waterfall was hanging high outside, there was not much humidity inside.

Beyond that there was endless darkness, and nothing could be seen inside.

Jiang Ping's divine sense swept over, this place is extremely long and narrow, like a corridor, there are some chaotic stones piled on the ground in the dark, both sides are flat, as if they have been flattened by sharp weapons, and there are some luminous stones on the top, but there is no light at this time.

There are some murals of strange beasts on the walls on both sides, hideous and terrifying, Jiang Ping swept his eyes, these strange beasts actually didn't know any of them.

The divine consciousness swept inward again, only to feel that there was no light in the blackness.

"Huh?" Jiang Ping snorted lightly, feeling strange, just when his divine sense extended ten zhang inside, most of his divine sense was consumed, as if it was sucked away by something, Jiang Ping quickly withdrew his divine sense.

For the first time since he had possessed his divine sense, he had discovered that there was something that could suck his divine consciousness away.

What is Divine Consciousness?

It is a kind of invisible and intangible thing, as if the human eye, the human eye looks at the past, covers a piece, and all the scenery is in words, but no one can find the existence of any vision in the covered place, only when observing people, a keen person can find that there is a gaze looking at himself.

Jiang Ping only felt that this place was very different, and there was a chill in the depths of the cave, and he didn't dare to test it in again.

Since he couldn't go deeper, Feihu brought himself and the white-clothed nun here, and it shouldn't be dangerous to stay at the entrance of the cave. Jiang Ping snickered in his heart when he saw that the flying tiger used the exorcism technique to move some waterfall water and feed the woman in white, and the white gauze scarf was put aside.