The Demon Bone Daoist stretched out his hand to touch the spring, but before he touched the spring, a flame gushed out of the immortal spring, and burned towards him, this fire is not an ordinary fire, it is the red lotus karmic fire that is only used by Fan Langfang, if it is not for the Demon Bone Daoist to retreat in time, I am afraid that it will burn directly to his hand.

Ling Jiujiu has been carried in the hands of the Demon Bone Daoist, the fire just now did not burn the Demon Bone Daoist, but it burned Ling Jiujiu's hair, Ling Jiujiu was about to reach out to shoot, but then thought of the unusual thing about this fire, so he immediately made a decision, pointed at the wind into a blade, and cut off the strand of hair that was on fire by the roots.

"You little girl is so smart, if you really clap with your hands, I'm afraid even your hands will be wasted!"

The voice of the Demon Bone Daoist came from his head.

The Demon Bone Daoist had actually discovered that Ling Jiujiu's hair was on fire, but he didn't immediately help, just to make Ling Jiujiu suffer a little.

The Demon Bone Dao and Venerable Yi'an have been fighting for many years, and although they are joining forces now, it is just an expedient measure. And this little girl is the only disciple of Venerable Yi'an, as a powerful person in the god transformation period, it is not good to kill him directly, but it is okay to abolish this little girl with the help of this red lotus karma, and when the time comes, even Venerable Yi'an can only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, there is a thousand kinds of anger in his heart, and he can't say anything wrong with him.

It's just that this little girl is also interesting, at a young age, she doesn't cry or make trouble when she is caught by herself, and she can be in danger when she encounters danger, which makes the Demon Bone Dao people interested.

Ling Jiujiu raised his head after hearing the words of the Demon Bone Daoist, and just happened to hit the pair of small eyes that the Demon Bone Daoist was looking down, and at this glance, the Demon Bone Daoist was stunned for a moment.

"Little girl, what's your mother's name?" the Demon Bone Daoist asked after being stunned for a moment.

Huh? How can you care about other people's mothers when you come up? What, what else do you think?

The Demon Bone Daoist's question was clueless, Ling Jiujiu didn't know how to answer, and the most important thing was that she didn't know who the mother of this body was!

"I—I don't know!" Ling Jiujiu finally decided to tell the truth.

The Demon Bone Daoist was obviously dissatisfied with this answer, his already small eyes narrowed, and then changed to a question.

"Your surname is Ling, right?" the Demon Bone Daoist asked.

The Demon Bone Dao man didn't care what Ling Jiujiu was called, in his opinion, Ling Jiujiu was just an apprentice of Venerable Yi'an, and it didn't matter what his surname was, he was just a junior in the Qi refining period, and he was not worthy of remembering his name.

However、、、 but the appearance of this little girl、、, he barely remembered Ling Jiujiu's surname, and then asked.

"Dead bald, what is my apprentice's surname and what does it matter to you, you quickly let my apprentice go!" Venerable Yi An said angrily with great dissatisfaction.

In normal times, the Demon Bone Dao Man would definitely want to fight with Venerable Yi'an, but now he didn't have this thought, his eyes were firmly glued to Ling Jiujiu's face, with eagerness in his eyes.

"Ah?、、 uh, yes, yes, yes, my surname is Ling!" Ling Jiujiu was furious by him, and she said calmly.

Being stared at so hotly by such a high-level demon cultivator, she was under a lot of pressure!

The excitement on the face of the Demon Bone Daoist became a little stronger, and he grabbed Ling Jiujiu's hand, before Ling Jiujiu could react to what was going on, he only felt a pain in the tip of his middle finger, and a bead of blood overflowed from her fingertip, and then floated into the air.

It is said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, especially the middle finger, which is connected to the heart, and the drop of Ling Jiujiu's blood is the blood of her heart that was forced out by the Demon Bone Daoist.

As soon as the blood in her heart was forced out, Ling Jiujiu's face suddenly turned pale, if it weren't for the Demon Bone Daoist grabbing her hand, Ling Jiujiu was so weak that she almost fell.

Seeing this scene, Venerable Yi An was furious, he drew his sword, and rushed towards this side.

"Don't make trouble!" the Demon Bone Daoist drank, but he didn't meet the enemy, but just raised his hand and threw out a defensive magic weapon to block Venerable Yi'an.

Venerable Yi An naturally wouldn't stop there, and his sword slashed towards the defensive magic weapon, and at this moment, a strong wind struck, and a white tiger as big as a small mountain pounced on Venerable Yi An.

"Evil beast! Don't measure yourself!" Venerable Yi'an snorted coldly, and swung his sword towards the white tiger, this sword slashed out, and the sword wind turned into a silver dragon, and the fierce tiger was entangled in one place.

This is Venerable Yi'an's trick Dragon Yin Sword, he is also ruthless, in order to save Ling Jiujiu as soon as possible, he even used his trick.

The dragon roared in the sky, and the heavens and the earth trembled!

The white tiger was extremely ferocious, but it was just an eighth-order spirit beast, although it had the blood of a divine beast, it was like a kitten in front of the dragon, and it fell behind in a few breaths.

The dragon bit the white tiger's hind leg in one bite, and the white tiger screamed, blood splattered from its wounds, and red beast blood was scattered all over the ground.

The dragon has to open its mouth and bite again, this bite is towards the waist of the white tiger, if the bite is real, the white tiger is afraid that he will die on the spot.

At this critical moment, a figure flew to the side of the white tiger like the wind, the person was extremely fast, he reached out violently, grabbed the skin on the neck of the white tiger, and the wind carried the white tiger to escape dozens of zhang away.

The man only revealed his figure after he settled, but it turned out to be a young man wearing a pale cyan embroidered ink bamboo robe, the young man's skin was like jade, his head was wearing a jade crown, and his eyebrows were elegant and delicate.

The young man touched the injured white tiger with a distressed face, and then reached out and took out a healing pill from the Qiankun bag and stuffed it into the white tiger's mouth.

The white tiger's injury was not light, not only because of the visible white bones on the hind legs, but also because of the great power of this dragon sword, and the absolute strength of Venerable Yi'an's suppression of it, the white tiger was injured by this sword shock, and even the demon pill was cracked, if it wasn't for the young man who immediately fed it this eighth-order healing pill Pudu Pill for treatment, the white tiger would be useless if he didn't die.

The young man's face relaxed a lot when he saw that the white tiger was fine, he patted the white tiger's head, and the white tiger whimpered, and then gradually shrunk, and finally became the size of a palm.

The young man gently picked up the white tiger, as if he was holding a kitten, and the white tiger rubbed it in his palm like a cat, and the young man put it on his shoulder lovingly, and let the white tiger fall asleep on his shoulder.

After doing this, the young man hurriedly turned his head to Venerable Yi'an, he raised his hand, and bowed deeply to Venerable Yi'an, which was very respectful.

"Gong Mozhu, you want to stop me too? Do you think you can really stop me with your strength?" Venerable Yi An squinted slightly and said to the young man.