Cutting off Huang Longzi's head with a sword, Wei Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief, he was sure that Huang Longzi couldn't die anymore, no matter how deep his scheming and how powerful his methods were, it was impossible to harm people anymore.

He was about to leave, when he suddenly stopped, only to see the frost on Huang Longzi's neck slowly melting, and a small ice silkworm moved its body to drill out, lifting its upper body, dazed and ignorant. Wei Qiqi nodded secretly, as soon as Huanglongzi died, the ice silkworm hatched from the egg, for it, it was tantamount to escaping.

The ice silkworm is a different species of the Ghost Gate Yuan, and if he raises it carefully, it will be a big help, but he has no experience in raising alien insects, and he is not prepared to spend time and energy on this, so he simply urges the Penglai bag and ingests the ice silkworm into the bag.

The ice silkworm is young, but its soul is unusually powerful, far more powerful than the human-faced dove, and the Penglai bag vibrates again and again, and the interior has expanded by several points. At this point, Wei XVII was able to confirm that the Penglai bag given to him by Ruan Jing was a rare treasure, and as long as it provided enough souls, it could continue to grow. Although the Penglai bag can only store flesh and blood, and cannot ingest hardware, wood and stone, it is far more precious to Wei Qiqi than containers such as storage bracelets.

Check the harvest at hand, the Dragon Sword and the Ice Heart Technique are useless to him, and staying by his side is also a hot potato, it is better to honor the cheap master and exchange for something to take advantage of.

"Tick ...... Tick ...... "The heat outside the snow cave continued to pour in, the frost began to melt, and Huang Longzi's body fell to the ground. Wei Qiqi looked at the gray scar on the back of his hand, but still decided to stick to the lower limit, in order to prevent shaking, he tied the severed head around Huang Longzi's waist, picked up the body with an iron rod, and threw it outside the snow cave.

A strong wind blew, and the three-headed human-faced dove tore at the flesh in the air, screaming, you fight for me, and the corpse is like a flying cloth bag, up and down in a flash.

Wei Qiqi took the opportunity to climb the withered vines, used an iron rod to dig a hole in the cliff, and with a little bit of strength, he jumped out three or four feet like a gecko, kicking the gravel and falling one after another. Fortunately, the three-headed human-faced dove desperately fought for Huang Longzi's body, and the movement was extremely large, so he could rest assured that he would not alarm the monsters hidden in the mist.

After a while, Wei Qiqi climbed the cliff, and the feeling of stepping on the earth was very good, he looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and his mood was extremely comfortable.

Wei Qiqi discerned the direction, returned to the Yinyangling stone tablet, and saw a young girl standing under the tree from a distance, her stature seemed to be a little taller, he waved his hand and said hello to his junior sister.

Qin Zhen was already looking forward to it, tears of joy flowed down her face, the corners of her mouth were full of smiles, she rushed forward, threw herself into Wei Qiqi's arms, and hugged him tightly.

Wei Qiqi stroked her hair, sniffed the girl's body fragrance, and said with a smile: "What, miss me?"

"Hmm!" Qin Zhen nodded vigorously and wiped his tears on the placket of his clothes.

The green wolf quietly appeared behind Qin Zhen, looking at her curiously, Wei Qiqi made a few gestures, and it quietly left to catch game in the forest.

When the green wolf walked away, Wei Qiqi really teased his junior sister once, making her red-faced and helpless. After all, Qin Zhen was still young, and his body had not yet fully grown, so he didn't bother with it, let go of his claws, and asked about cultivation.

Qin Zhen settled down, and told him that his long-stagnant cultivation had made a breakthrough, and these days he practiced the "Taiyi Foundation Sutra", absorbed the qi of the fire, and chiseled through the patio acupoint of the Shaoyang Sanjiao Sutra, and the sixth Houtian Aperture also felt obvious loosening. However, Yinyang Ridge is not a peaceful place, and monsters are frequent, but fortunately, the green wolf reacts quickly and reminds her to stay away without waiting for them to get close. The monsters come in all sizes and shapes, and usually wander at night, but never cross the stone monument.

Wei Qiqi was curious, and asked about the appearance of those monsters, Qin Zhen described several kinds, which were nothing more than some jackals, tigers and leopards and other fierce beasts, and their reactions were a little sluggish, and they looked sick.

The green wolf came back with a roe deer in his mouth, and the two of them* ate a meal of roasted roast roe deer meat. Wei Qiqi relied on the flesh and blood in Penglai's bag to satisfy his hunger, and Ru Mao drank blood for more than half a month, and when he ate cooked food at this time, he almost bit off his tongue.

Qin Zhen was full after only eating a few pieces of leg meat, she smiled and watched her senior brother gobble, her face flushed in the light of the fire, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of affection.

In the dark forest, there were a few subtle sounds, as if the dead branches had been trampled off by something, and the green wolf turned over and stood up, his eyes full of vigilance, and he grinned silently.

Wei Qiqi lifted the iron rod, Qin Zhen followed closely, and the two walked in the direction of the stone stele, and after a while, they saw several black shadows passing through, patrolling the forest, like marionettes, without the spirit of a beast.

"It's a little weird!" Wei Qiqi muttered in his heart, he pressed Qin Zhen's shoulder, asking her to stay where she was, and she walked lightly and approached quietly.

A full moon pierced out from behind the dark clouds, and the moonlight was like a dream, illuminating the strange monsters, only to see two jackals and a leopard turn their heads together, staring at him in a daze, with a fierce light in their eyes.

Only then did Wei Qiqi realize that he had just stepped over the stone tablet, which was half a step more.

He retracted his steps, obviously standing behind the stone monument, but the jackal and the leopard turned a blind eye and slowly turned their heads away. Wei Qiqi stepped over the stone monument again, and they immediately stopped and roared silently around them.

This time, Wei Qiqi did not evade, he clenched the iron rod and took the initiative to meet him. The two jackals separated one on the left and one on the right, and the leopard kicked its hind legs and pounced on it.

Wei XVII dodged sideways, and the iron rod hit the leopard's abdomen from the bottom up, lifting it high, and then with a swing, it hit a jackal's head, shattering the skull and bursting the brain. Another jackal rushed down with its body low, and he kicked it in the jaw, falling to the ground, just in time to be hit by the leopard, rolling into a ball.

Wei Qiqi stepped forward, picked up the iron rod and beat them all indiscriminately, killing them all. From beginning to end, the three-headed monster did not make any sound. He felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart, and the cold hairs on his body stood up.

The wind stopped, and there was silence in all directions, even the insects and ants were silent, and a milky little boy said: "You killed my men, pay for it!"

Qin Zhen shuddered, her face turned pale, and she couldn't help but say, "You...... Who are you?"

After a moment of silence, the little boy said, "I...... Be...... Ghost...... Ghost...... Ghost ......"

Qin Zhen's teeth rattled twice, and she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes full of horror.

Wei Qiqi comforted her and said: "Don't be afraid, he is a disciple of the Pingyuan Sect, in terms of generation, we should call him a little uncle." ”

"So it's you again!" As he spoke, a seven or eight-year-old boy walked out from behind the tree, combing his pigtails, it was Sun Ergou, the apprentice of Qi Du of the Pingyuan Sect, and he had met Wei Seventeen for the third time.

Qin Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said, "It turned out to be a little brother." ”

Sun Ergou flattened his mouth dissatisfiedly, "Who is the little brother? Your whole family is the little brother! It's rude, you have to call the little uncle!"

Wei Qiqi was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing, Qin Zhen was a little embarrassed, and looked at his senior brother, he really couldn't speak.

Sun Ergou was deflated and said, "Forget it, for the sake of your good looks, I will forgive you once." ”

Wei Seventeen arched his hand at him and said, "I am Wei Seventeen from the Xiandu Sect, this is my junior sister Qin Zhen, what do you call it?"

Sun Ergou waved his hand in an old-fashioned manner, "I won't tell you my name, if you are in the barren mountains and wilderness, you don't need to be serious about seniority, you just call me...... "The name was given by the master, and he had to endure it if it was ugly, he didn't want to tell others that his big name was Ergou, and he didn't want to make up a fake name, so he had to vaguely say a few words to get through.

"Are all those jackals and leopards your spiritual pets?"

Sun Ergou sneered: "This kind of thing that is not on the stage, it's just a matter of practicing your hands, just a joke, kill it, it's nothing." He glanced at Wei Qiqi a few times, and his heart couldn't help but move, secretly thinking that if he helped, he might be able to practice the "Soul Dementoring Technique".