The arm that was like giving birth to a toad skin, when it was grabbed by Nanchen, it also buckled Nanchen's arm, trying to drag it into the ground, and in the drag of each other, the festering pimple secreted green thick liquid, which overflowed from Nanchen's fingers.

The pungent fishy smell came to his nose, Nanchen retched in bursts, his hands stained with thick liquid gradually turned purple, and the first reaction in his heart was to invade the poison, and while wrestling with each other, he quickly mobilized spiritual power to force the toxin out.

At this time, Ling Qingyao wanted to jump into the pit again, dodging the tongues of fire that were splitting down one after another, she saw Nanchen holding the ground with one hand, and wrestling with the giant arm with the other hand, wanting to untie the Qiankun bag and let the reverse scale sword come out.

After all, Nanchen was injured in one arm, and he couldn't hold on for too long, but the tongue of fire that was frequently chopped down seemed to have eyes, just not letting her get close for half a step.

"Get out of the way, don't lean over!" Nanchen roared loudly, the green tendons on his face protruded, his eyes were already scarlet, his supporting arm was shaking, and half of his arm had sunk into the dirt.

Such a thrilling scene, Ling Qingyao, who was so anxious, how could she listen to his advice, the pink figure dodged back and forth, shuttling in the gap between the tongues of fire, which was tantamount to taking a desperate risk.

By this time, most of Nanchen's arms had sunk into the dirt, forcing him to bend sideways, ready to touch his shoulders to the ground as a last support, which was an extremely dangerous omen.

Once the giant arm grabbed the shoulders of support, Nanchen would lose his last support, and his body would be quickly dragged into the dirt by the tremendous force, leaving no room for resistance at all.

Although Ling Qingyao wanted to get closer, she still had a hard time, and was almost hit by the tongue of fire several times, this scene made her feel desperate, and tears burst out of her eyes during the dodge, dripping and swaying.

"No! you said the nine-seeded flower would bloom... I believe it...!"

Ling Qingyao dodged the tongue of fire, and finally cried out in despair, shouting intermittently, waving half a wisp of red with her hand, and half a nine-seed flower passed through the tongue of fire and flew straight to the Qiankun bag on Nanchen's waist.

In the end, she gave up her promise and chose to fight for her life, and the half of the nine-seeded flower that flew out was the life of her half of the Yao soul, but she still left Nanchen with Ling Qingyao, who lacked half of the Yao soul.

"Ah......h

"Choking" A sword groan, the reverse scale sword flew out in response, drawing a purple gold arc shadow, covering the half of the red flower.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

"Bell ......!" the tongue of fire that kept slashing at the arched sword bones, making a piercing metal sound, would rather the sword bones be broken than protect her life palace.

At the critical moment, the Nine Seed Flower released the Reverse Scale Sword, and at a spur moment, the Reverse Scale Sword protected the Nine Seed Flower, so that the two people in despair had the idea of living again.

When the Nine Seed Flower returned to Ling Qingyao's Vital Palace, the Reverse Scale Sword Bone was covered with a layer of thunder and fire, and the blade of the sword turned and slashed towards the giant arm, and the edge carried a cloud of blood mist, which burst into a bloody color on Nanchen's chest.

The tongue of fire around the pit disappeared, but the thunder and fire that continued to shine around there still showed no sign of stopping, and the air emitted a burst of burnt smell, it seems that the cessation of this thunder fire is related to the severed arm that cut off the evil spirit underground.

Ling Qingyao, who ran to the pit, hugged Nanchen and cried bitterly, this sudden catastrophe almost touched her to the desolation of this world, although it was a heart that had been precipitated for thousands of years, but she knew the suffering of thousands of years, and it was difficult to control herself and calm down.

Nanchen hugged her tightly in his arms, his face against her cheek, rubbing hot and wet tears back and forth, soothing the frightened heart, this was also the first time Nanchen saw her crying.

There was a trace of coolness from the wound on his arm, and the wisps of Yao's soul spiritual power were healing him, Nanchen really hoped that time could stand still, his ears and temples grind, and stay at this moment forever.

The sound of thunder and fire gradually thinned, and the wound slowly healed, and there was an occasional wail in the distance, looking up and looking around, full of desolation.

"Yunqing ......!" the two of them called out the name almost at the same time.

Looking up, there were already many thunder fires disappeared, remembering that Yun Qing's approximate location at that time was behind the two of them, and the tongue of fire over there had also disappeared, but there was no trace of Yun Qing, Nanchen felt that something was wrong.

The two of them were vigilant about the movements around them, looking along the dirt pits,

But he didn't find Yun Qing's figure, Nanchen remembered that when he shouted at him, he was in this direction and dodged in a panic, even if he ran around, he couldn't go far, could it be that Yun Qing was dragged into the dirt pit.

"Childe, look over there!" Ling Qingyao reminded by pointing not far away.

Nanchen looked in the direction of his finger, and at the edge of a dirt pit, a long sword was missing, and the two of them leaned over cautiously, and when they got closer, they realized that it was a broken sword.

On the slope of the soil pit, there was a thin layer of soil on the surface, wisps of powder slid down slightly, Nanchen noticed this abnormality and quickly pulled Ling Qingyao behind him.

"Go!" the Scales Sword pierced through the pit, revealing only half of the hilt.

With a "bang", the sword bone wrapped around a human body, rising from the ground, and the two quickly took two steps back.

"Ahem...... Cough!" Yun Qing sat paralyzed on the ground, curled up, one arm supported his body, coughing constantly, and spit out dirt from his mouth from time to time.

Nanchen frowned, looking at Yun Qing, who was covered in mud, and thought to himself that the Reverse Scale Sword was not stained with blood, which showed that there was no evil thing to restrain him, how could he fall into the mud pit?

"Brother, you are Yunqing's life-saving benefactor, my little life was almost thrown into the pit!" Yunqing, who had relieved himself, gratefully.

"Yun Qing, I didn't find a foreign body binding you, how could you get stuck in the dirt?" Nanchen said in confusion.

Hearing Nanchen's question, Yun Qing's face showed fear, probably remembering something, and quickly got up from the ground, limping towards the two of them, presumably very afraid of the evil creatures in the dirt pit.

"Brother, give me a hand!"

Ling Qingyao was about to go over to help him, but Nanchen quickly walked forward, grabbed Yun Qing one step ahead of her, the corners of his mouth curled, and grinned at her.

"His ankle is injured!" Ling Qingyao reminded, knowing Nanchen's intentions in her heart, Nanchen would not let her approach anything unknown.

"Miss Ling, your eyesight is so good, that evil spirit grabbed my ankle and almost dragged me into the deep earth, that power is very terrifying!" Yun Qing said fearfully while taking off his boots.

Nanchen had a deep understanding of this power, and could compete with the power of his own five yao, thinking that if it wasn't for the fact that the supporting pit was too soft, he might be able to tear that hand off alive.

"Yunqing, then how did you get rid of it?" Nanchen was puzzled, there must be something strange in this, and he didn't think that Yunqing's own strength could directly compete with the power of the giant arm.

"How can I get rid of it! It's it that got rid of me!" Yun Qing said embarrassedly.

"What do you mean?"

"At that time, I was just dodging the thunder and fire, I didn't expect that there would be evil spirits in the pit, when I heard your reminder, the evil spirits had already grabbed my ankles, the force was too great, I didn't even have a chance to draw my sword and swing it, and half of my body was dragged into the dirt by it!"

"Then what's going on with this broken sword?" Nanchen asked, thinking to himself how this long sword was broken since he didn't have a chance to kill.

"When I pulled out the long sword, half of my body was dragged in, and in a hurry, I stabbed my ankle in the dirt, and before I could swing the sword, I was broken by the thunder fire and the long sword, and I was dragged into it by him!" Yun Qing said timidly.

Nanchen frowned, puzzled, "I have already dragged you in, how could I let you go?"

Yun Qing was also confused, thought for a while, and said confusedly: "I don't understand it either, I just felt that its hand was shaking violently, so I let go of my ankle, and the thick liquid secreted by that arm is not only venom, but also has a strong adhesive force, which stuck me in the dirt and couldn't move, and then I was rescued by you!"

"Either it's being interfered with by something, or it's having other intentions, otherwise it won't give up easily with the food that has already arrived!" Nanchen guessed.

Yun Qing took off his boots, both ankles were swollen and bruised, and showed signs of ulceration, it was obvious that the toxin had invaded, and the toxin had to be forced out as soon as possible.

"Wait, let me come!" Yun Qing ran the dantian, trying to force out the invading toxin, but Ling Qingyao suddenly stopped him.

"Miss Ling, what's wrong?" Yun Qing said confusedly.

"Yun Gongzi, don't be nervous first, wait until I check it!"

Ling Qingyao

As he spoke, he stared at the bruise on his ankle, a wisp of gold-like foreign body, which was faint and faint, and if he didn't look closely, he couldn't detect its existence, and it was winding towards his legs.

Ling Qingyao stretched out his fingers and carefully put them on his ankles, a trace of Yao soul spiritual power slowly approached the wisp of golden wire, and Nanchen and Yunqing discovered the reason.

The existence of this golden thread made Yun Qing panic, Ling Qingyao waved her hand gently at the two of them, signaling not to panic, and that trace of spiritual power gradually approached the golden thread.

Suddenly, a pinprick-like stinging pain came, and the fingers that touched the ankle bounced away, Ling Qingyao frowned, raised her head to look at the two of them, and said in surprise: "Yin Tianlei!"

"What? Yin Tianlei!" the two exclaimed in unison, obviously shocked by Ling Qingyao's words.

"Yin Tianlei, how could it be on him?" Nanchen asked again.

Ling Qingyao frowned slightly, clasped her hands back and forth, thoughtfully, "Yun Gongzi's body has been planted with the Seal Heaven Thunder Seed, there is no doubt about it!"

Ling Qingyao's affirmative tone made Yun Qing feel the urge to hug his head and cry, and he now understood that the original purpose of the evil spirit was here, which was to plant him with the Seal Heaven Thunder Seed.

"Damn the evil spirit, it's better to kill me directly, it's better than being killed by thunder!" Yun Qing said in a sad voice.

"Young Master Yun, don't panic for the time being, while the mark has not yet been formed, maybe there is a way to lift it, let me think about it!" Ling Qingyao comforted.

"Miss Ling, you must have a way, you must save me, Yun Qing's life will be yours in the future!" Yun Qing begged.

Nanchen glanced at Yun Qing, although he was in danger, he didn't like to hear this sentence, and said casually: "Yun Qing, you let Miss Ling be quiet, and besides, you have Yin Tianlei's life, who dares to ask for it!"

Ling Qingyao pondered for a while, looked at Nanchen who was silent next to her, and said timidly: "Childe, I want to use the spirit sword!"

"Spirit Sword, Miss Ling, what do you want to do?" Nanchen asked sensitively.

"Mine Seed!"

"Where to lead, to the spirit sword?" Nanchen asked.

Ling Qingyao hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and smiled slightly at Nanchen.

She turned to look at Yun Qing, "Yun Gongzi, I will do my best to help you, if you succeed, it will be providence, and if you fail, I can't do anything!"

"Miss Ling, I want to believe you, providence, providence!" Yun Qing said hastily, he was already in chaos, and he was sincerely afraid.

Ling Qingyao lifted up her sleeves, stretched out three fingers, and put them on her ankles again, and the three spiritual powers went hand in hand, approaching the winding golden thread again.

When approaching the golden wire, the three strands of spiritual power turned into a zigzag shape, flowing around the golden wire, and the golden wire that was winding towards the waist began to waver a little, and attacked a stream of spiritual power in front.

Ling Qingyao frowned, a finger flicked away, and the remaining two spiritual powers continued to swim around the golden wire, and the golden wire attacked it again, but at the same time as it attacked the spiritual power, its winding direction reversed.

There was still a spiritual power left, luring the golden thread to swim towards the ankle, Ling Qingyao slashed the blade towards his fingers, and blood flowed out, soaked in the tongue and fingers of the sword.

The golden silk was finally lured out, but it just poked out and nodded, the tail of the golden silk was still at the thigh, and it swayed its head, as if it was choosing between fingers and sword tongues, Ling Qingyao's face was covered with fine sweat, presumably she was also very nervous.

A trace of nine-seed flower fragrance came out faintly from the fingertips, and the wisp of gold seemed to be a little repulsed by it, and wanted to retract it, Nanchen and Yunqing did not dare to come out, and everyone was sweating.

Ling Qingyao's fingers holding the sword were upturned, and with a light touch on the blade of the sword, a blood color slowly flowed down the blade, gathering at the tongue of the sword, attracting the wisp of gold.

The golden thread that went up against the blood went up along the blade of the sword against the scales, and it was not until all the golden threads swam out that Ling Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief and removed her fingers from the blade of the sword.

The reverse scale sword began to reveal its true face, reflecting the purple gold edge, trapping the wisp of gold in the sword bone.

Nanchen turned around and looked around, and hurriedly said, "Let's get out of here quickly, he is not the only one who has planted the Yin Tian Thunder!"