The narrow phoenix eyes were raised, and a red flame was reflected in the dark pupils, and dozens of monks rushed up.

Countless spiritual lights and broken laws exploded on the stone street, and the sound of fighting was shocking, but the pavilions on both sides of the street did not move at all, and they were still like that.

On the ground, the beautiful phoenix fire unfolded, and it was a different scenery in such a chaotic slaughter field.

Qian Yue held the Liuzhu Sword in his hand, the fire dragon roared, and the wisps of red thread turned into a substantial fire law and stabbed at the monk on the opposite side.

Under the flickering firelight, the delicate and somewhat charming face was frighteningly cold.

Her eyes were condensed, and without the pear vortex that often hung on her lips, she could easily become a member of the slaughter.

Start with a red flame flower.

Qian Yue clenched the hilt of the sword slightly, such a simple fight had not been seen for a long time.

She remembered the warning of less murder, and only focused on snatching the red flame born in the night.

Still, being in a slaughter field is indispensable to cut down those attacks.

Two ...... Three ...... Four ......

Countless monks fell, and countless red lights went out.

The sound of silk and bamboo seemed to fuel the slaughter.

Qianyue gently hooked her lips, and the pear vortex was so shallow that it was almost invisible.

Even the constant howling of Yuehua in his head did not give birth to his temper......

"Ahh

"Didn't we say that we were going to do immortal cultivation?!"

"Can you afford so much killing?"

"It's scary! It's scary!"

"It's over, there's no hope of being a good person!"

In the end, he didn't listen to it first, barely cheered up, and extinguished the small flames that kept shouting, "Less special beep, you made me sleep!"

He doesn't worry about this problem even a red immortal weapon, what is the mind of just a spiritual fire?

Qianyue was unmoved, every fight was a trial, and when she was thirsty for killing, she was far more terrible than this, and she didn't have any psychological burden.

Gradually, I was a little happy.

It was as if there was a strange mind breeding.

Not...... Is it fun?

Well, it's fun!

Enjoyable?

Carefree!

Her brow furrowed slightly, keenly aware of something wrong.

This massacre is a breeding ground for demons......

Qianyue's lips pursed, and she secretly glanced at Luo Changqing, and her heart path immortal cultivation was not as good as demon cultivation in the end.

There are too many lower limits!

He scolded angrily, and the Buddha's hand in the sea of consciousness moved slowly, and in an instant, there seemed to be a golden light scattered.

She is now a true Void Monk, and the Buddha power left to her by the old monk can be squandered at will, and she no longer has to worry about the instability of her physical body.

Buddha power was agitated, and the restless energy of the shouting was finally suppressed.

Luo Changqing was always not far from her, feeling her instantaneous change, and cast a strange glance.

I always feel the most nasty breath in her......

Qian Yue didn't notice this, she found that the Red Flame Flower that fell into the bag was no longer an ordinary number, but she didn't know how much cultivation she could recover.

With a slight sweep of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Luo Changqing, who was swallowing the pill.

This guy insisted on fighting for more than 30 days with his cultivation in the early stage of his out-of-body life, which was indeed not easy.

Qianyue also felt a little tired, and felt that the spiritual power in her body was gradually unable to keep up.

She took out the elixir and replenished herself for the first time.

If there is no stopping fighting, the loser will fall and scatter into powder.

She didn't want to die.

The silk threads of the fire dragon became more and more condensed, and the screams were endless.

Strangely, the man screamed, and the sound of a woman's laughter could be heard in the pavilion on the side of the street.

It's really annoying.

Qianyue felt fortunate that she was a woman, if she was a male cultivator with an uncertain heart, even if she was full of spiritual power, she would inevitably feel her heart ripple.

Gee...... It's too insidious.

Luo Changqing's eyes were dark, and his demonic aura was like the wind, slaughtering those who coveted the Red Flame.

He was a little tired, it was the longest slaughter he had ever experienced.

The supply of elixir has always been limited, and refining can't keep up with the demonic qi, so if it goes on like this, it can only go to the mirage.

A sword qi struck, and the body protection magic skill was scattered, and blood burst out.

He snorted, almost crushing his voice to his throat, but he was more and more determined to block the incoming attack.

Qian Yue glanced at him lightly, and raised her hand to stop the sword qi.

Luo Changqing didn't look at her and continued to fight.

"Alas, the young man is not strong-hearted. ”

Qianyue shook her head, and felt that she couldn't blame him, after all, the women in the pavilion were too tempting, and he was not the only one who was tricked.

Well...... Thinking about it this way, it seems that the slaughter field is more beneficial to women.

A trace of doubt flashed in Qianyue's heart, and she didn't think much about it.

On the sixty-second day, Luo Changqing did not persevere, and jumped into the mirage.

Qianyue looked at him solemnly, she was embarrassed to say not to come back.

She touched the skin of her wrist and said in her heart: If you don't come back, I won't give you the Red Flame Flower!

It's not like I'm backsliding!

There are fewer and fewer monks on the stone streets, but you are alive and dead in heaven and on earth.

When you meet someone who can't be beaten, you will naturally retreat far away, and you will have to change your goal.

On the ninety-third day, Qianyue also felt that she couldn't hold on.

She had already replenished the elixir several times, and now there were only a dozen monks left on the street, all of whom were monks who had returned to the void.

With her skillful fighting experience, she has suppressed the monks of the same rank, and she has always maintained her sanity and sobriety to barely survive until now.

Qianyue sighed, could it be that she would follow in Luo Changqing's footsteps as soon as she came back?

I don't know if the attic is really a wine-colored place, but I'm afraid it's very difficult, right?

She backed away as she fended off the oncoming attack.

Her spiritual power was depleted, causing her to no longer want to confront the monk who snatched the Red Flame Flower.

It's a pity that she is standing here with a big living person, and she can't hide if she doesn't rob it.

After all, not all monks have good intentions, and not all of them can uphold their original intentions.

She swept away, and several people had already killed red eyes, supporting a belief to stick to it.

Qian Yue's eyes moved, and she quietly took out a red flame flower and refined it.

As a result, as soon as she put it in the palm of her hand, the red flame obediently escaped into her body, like a clear spring flowing into the meridians.

Although he is nowhere to be seen, he is truly one with himself.

Qianyue was a little stunned, she just tried it, but she didn't expect that she could really refine it in the slaughterhouse.

She scolded secretly and was almost deceived by Luo Changqing.

Of course, she really didn't expect that this thing would be so easy to refine that she didn't even need to retreat.

After discovering it by accident, she immediately sucked the remaining Red Flame Flower into her palm.

Seeing that there were not many of them, he reluctantly let go.

That's it, after all, she still has to count on Luo Changqing to bring her to the slaughterhouse.

For the sake of sweetness this time, offended that guy, and there will be no such good thing next time.

Qian Yue sighed in her heart, and at the same time did not forget to dodge the flying attack and rush into the battle again.

There is no way to retreat from this street, there is no way to hide.

Even if she kills, the red flame flower in the monk's hand will disappear, but if she doesn't kill, she has to kill!

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