Wei Qiqi felt that he couldn't hold it anymore, the earth qi in the hole was about to dry up, his arms were like being filled with lead, and the iron rod weighed more than a thousand catties - but the overwhelming ice blades and snow swords were becoming more and more sparse, could it be that the other party was also approaching the limit?

He tried to raise his head, his cervical spine rattled like a rusty iron door, and what frustrated him was that the reason was not as he expected, but because the snow and ice within a radius of several miles had been exhausted, and the opponent had to slow down the attack.

It was enough to have this moment of gap, Wei Qiqi urged the only remaining vitality in his body, and was hit by ice and snow one after another, turning over and rolling down into the dry boiling spring.

Miao Zi put away the demon art, opened his mouth and swallowed the demon pill into his stomach, and moved his feet towards the boiling spring, his steps were like stepping on a pile of cotton, and he stumbled a little. Before she saw Wei Qiqi's figure, a creepy feeling rose in her heart, she hurriedly retreated, and suddenly her eyes darkened, and a tall figure jumped out of the air from under the boiling spring, grinning and chewing something, blood dripping, dyed red, but saw him swing his right arm hard, and a black iron rod flew out of his hand, hitting his heart.

Time was divided into two sections, fast and slow, and her mind told herself that she had a hundred and a thousand ways to avoid this thunderous blow, but her body was more than a beat slower, and she didn't listen to the call at all, and could only watch the iron rod fly closer and closer. The previous demon art consumed too much body and vitality, and it was impossible to avoid it, Miao Zi's eyes flashed sharply, and the third eye opened on his forehead, and suddenly opened his mouth, and the demon pill shot out, hitting him hard at the end of the iron rod, and then retracted it, still swallowing it into his stomach.

The third eye closed tiredly, hidden in the forehead, a sudden dizziness, the world swirled, overturning the river and the sea, she clearly felt that the surface of the demon pill cracked several fine lines, and she was heartbroken for a while.

The iron rod was hit by the demon pill and flew back at several times the speed, Wei Qiqi didn't have time to react at all, and his chest hurt, and it had been pierced by the iron rod, leaving a hole that was transparent from front to back. The iron rod was inexhaustible, flew far away before landing on the rock, making a soft "clang" sound.

A thought flashed through Wei Qiqi's mind, compared to this three-eyed monster who had taken away, those prey in Jietianling were as docile as little rabbits and little hedgehogs in fairy tales, and then their eyes went dark, they lost their control, and they fell into the boiling spring with their backs in the sky, bleeding like an infusion. He was injured in the right chest, and the lobe of his lung was pierced by the iron rod, coughing again and again, and blood spurted from his mouth and nose.

This is already the second time he has eaten the demon pill, but fortunately, the demon pill did not enter the body, but it was only a hard injury, not as dangerous as the last time in the snow cave.

Wei Qiqi hurriedly took out the flesh and blood of the beauty python from the Penglai bag, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it a few times, and swallowed it with his neck straight. Without moving, streams of heat surged in the body, and the flesh turned into a thick earthy qi, slowly repairing the injured body, the blood flow gradually stopped, and the wound grew granulations, wriggling to fill the hole, and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He needs time to recover.

The sound of messy footsteps gradually approached, and Wei Qiqi looked up, only to see the thin woman standing on a high place, with fluttering clothes, long hair, and wrinkles on her face, as if she had aged dozens of years in just a moment. Squirting out the demon pill for a fatal blow is also a last resort for her.

"Aren't you dead yet?" her voice sounded ethereal, as if it were coming from far away.

Wei Qiqi struggled to get up, "Your situation is not good, is it?"

"Hehehe......" Miao Zi laughed a few times and fell silent, and then said after a while, "You are not a sword cultivator, you are a body cultivator, tell me, which sect is it?"

"Disciples of the Xiandu Sect, trial disciples. Wei Qiqi was happy to talk to her for a few words and delay a little longer.

Miao Zi snorted, remembering the unpleasant old incident many years ago, the sword wound left by Xi Huzi has not healed so far. "It's Xiandu again...... But it's okay, thirteen or fourteen have been killed, and if you add one, you won't be lonely when you go to the Netherworld!"

She jumped off the boiling spring with her body bold, staggering to her feet, and almost fell to the ground.

Wei Qiqi's eyes lit up, he saw a glimmer of life, and immediately urged his vitality, jumped out of the boiling spring with both feet, and escaped like a galloping horse. Miao Zi watched his figure disappear quickly, hated the root of his teeth, sat down on the ground, and suddenly laughed "hehe".

Wei Qiqi ran out of one or twenty zhang, saw the iron rod obliquely inserted in the crack of the stone, and put it into the sword bag with his hand, and rushed into the dense forest without looking back, turned left and right, and disappeared without a trace.

After turning over several hills, Wei Qiqi slowed down, the wound on his right chest had healed for the most part, and he felt a faint pain, he found a dead tree hole to rest for a while, and when his body recovered slightly, he immediately set off and ran towards Tiandu Peak.

That monster has been sleeping for thirty years, obviously his injuries have not healed, his body is weak, and he urgently needs to replenish blood food, his first choice must be the trial disciple under Tiandu Peak, only by informing the elders of the sect to take action, can the tragedy happen again.

There wasn't much time left for him.