Ling Caiwei dug Zhao Renjie out of a dirt pit.

At this time, the general's majestic temperament was gone, and his gorgeous and sturdy armor was tattered, draped over his body like a beggar's suit, and his gray face made people laugh.

Zhao Renjie smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that with just a golden body, the Spirit Void Bodhisattva would make me wait so embarrassed." ”

Ling Caiwei handed him a ball of water, motioned for him to freshen up, glanced at him and said, "When you meet the evil Buddha of the Spirit Void Bodhisattva, do you still want to fight alone?"

"Huh. Thanks to Zhen Guogong's Tianluan arrow, otherwise he would have been seriously injured this time. ”

"This matter should be reported to Your Majesty as soon as possible. ”

"I believe that Cui Xiang has already informed His Majesty. ”

Ling Caiwei pulled Zhao Renjie up, with a solemn face: "What about the Spirit Void Bodhisattva?"

"Retreated. I don't know what tricks this old evil Buddha wants to do. ”

......

There is no time for practice, and it has been a thousand years in the blink of an eye.

Xia Tu, who has been smashing tortoise shells for ten years, is now very interested in whatever he sees.

This time, they were not teleported, and they walked down the winding path, surrounded by the cheerful chirping of birds. There was no tension in exploring the cave as they grinned, but rather as if they had gone out on an outing as a family.

"The silver candle autumn light is cold, and the blue sky is like water and the night clouds are light. The sound of geese is far away from Xiaoxiang, and the middle moon on the twelfth floor is self-evident......"

Wang Dieyi chanted softly, and Xia Tu and the others shook their heads intoxicated while humming.

After a few moments, they walked through a wooded field, and suddenly a lake was located like a crystal jewel among the mountains.

The mountain stream is clear and tinkling. A few swimming fish frolicked happily in the lake, looking at a happy appearance.

I saw a cluster of quiet and elegant lotus flowers growing in the lake. The lotus has nine petals and different colors. The emerald green branches are covered with fine black barbs, and in the sunlight, the divine light slowly flows.

The wind is the dress, the water is the wear, the fragrance is far and clear, and the pavilion is pure and planted.

Sun Yao stroked his beard and said, "Good luck, it turned out to be a nine-colored lotus." This kind of magic medicine, I don't know how many alchemists are willing to go bankrupt, just to get one. ”

Alchemists are a group of rich and noble people, and they are all rich and rival the country.

Hearing Sun Yao's words, Xia Tu's eyes lit up, this is a lotus, it is clearly a golden mountain!

He walked slightly forward, intending to pluck the nine-colored lotus.

At this moment, a noisy sound came.

"Look, it's a nine-colored lotus, if you can bring it back to the sect, the sect master will definitely give you a heavy reward. ”

"Developed! developed!"

Xia Tu frowned, it was really not so easy, how could it be smooth sailing when encountering this kind of heaven and earth treasure? Someone should have jumped out the next moment.

Sure enough, the group of seven people also noticed Xia Tu and his party.

A handsome young man stepped out of the crowd, dressed in a simple moonlight robe and holding a shining sword.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are disciples of the Zixia Immortal Sect, I wonder if you can give me this nine-colored lotus?"

Xia Tu touched his cheek, are all young people so polite now? If he speaks ill of each other, or shouts to kill him, it will be easy to do, just kill him. But the young man is polite, and he is not easy to attack.

"Forgive me for refusing. This nine-colored lotus flower was discovered first......"

As soon as he said the words of refusal, the young disciple on the opposite side, who claimed to be the Zixia Immortal Sect, instantly changed his face, and the speed was comparable to the Sichuan Opera changing face.

The young man put away his smile, pinched the magic seal in his hand, and silently attacked Xia Tu and the others. His cultivation is not weak, and he is also in the realm of gods, and the degree of condensation of his vitality is only a little worse than Gu Xiaojing.

Judging from his age, this Zixia Immortal Sect is not an ordinary person, and it must have an extremely complete inheritance.

I saw the young man's fingers outline a mysterious arc in the air, and in an instant, a spirit rune was depicted.

"Sanqing Lei Yin, go!"

Seeing the young man move, the disciples behind him also carved the spirit runes.

If you don't agree with each other, you will start fighting, and sure enough, this is the main theme of the Lingwu world, Xia Tu nodded secretly. His hands were not idle, he closed his eyes with a low snort, and then went up with the spirit rune. Gu Xiaojing raised her hand and covered him with a layer of golden light.

Xia Tu only felt a slight tingling in his ears, but other than that, he didn't suffer any damage.

"Taste this!"

Bang!

The dazzling white light lit up suddenly, and the group of disciples were caught off guard, and the group of disciples were stimulated with tears and snot, black spots continued to appear in front of their eyes, and their ears were also buzzing.

Shock bombs.

With a meritorious blow, Xia Tu pulled out the Black Peng Shovel and wanted to give them a little name.

"Childe, Lotus is gone!"

"What?"

Xia Tu hurriedly wanted to look at the center of the lake, and the lotus flower, which was originally swaying quietly in the wind, at this time, the two rhizomes were like two long legs, and they took steps to rush on the clear lake, sliding out of a water mark, and the speed was so fast that in the blink of an eye, there was only a small black dot left.

He had a black line on his face, should he be so powerful. Why do you use running, isn't it good to not repair at all?

"Chase!"

Unable to deal with the group of disciples, Xia Tu took the lead, and a fierce man plunged into the lake, throwing out his arms and chasing after the nine-colored lotus. And Gu Xiaojing and others are also the royal objects of the imperial object, moving forward, chasing and intercepting it together.

With his strong physical fitness, Xia Tu quickly caught up with Lotus, and he reached out to grab it.

Syllable!

With a crisp snap of his fingers, Xia Tu looked up and saw a fat kobold standing directly above him, grinning on the dog's face. Then, a size forty-four sole stepped on Xia Tu's face.

Burst!

Xia Tu was stepped into the water, bubbling and bewildering, looking confused. Remember this thing is called Dead Xianyu, you don't have salty fish at all when you grab things!

When Liu Yu saw the dog demon, he immediately touched the nine-colored lotus, and the shadow claws were sacrificed one after another, pulling clothes, pulling hair, and pinching his neck, so as not to let Death Immortal Yu take a step beyond the thunder pool. And the nine-colored lotus also took the opportunity to change direction, and fled with a slight step.

Although Gu Xiaojing and Sun Yao cultivated to the highest level, they were dragged by many people and could not get out. Including the two companions of Dead Immortal Yu, Mourning Baishou, Ghost Lechuan, and the disciples of the Zixia Immortal Sect who had recovered.

Wang Dieyi and Lin Yi's cultivation is too low to be useful at all. And Xia Tu was entangled by the dead fairy Yu at this time, this thing actually bit Xia Tu's thigh and didn't let him leave, and his fat figure took Xia Tu and fell straight to the bottom of the lake.

There was a lot of commotion here, and the huge movement attracted a lot of monks, and the originally silent lake became chaotic.

Xia Tu kicked Xianyu's dog face to death, while constantly throwing thunder seeds, disturbing the other monks who were close to the nine-colored lotus.

The monks were all stunned by Xia Tu's thunder, they had never seen such an attack, especially the stun bomb, many monks were hit one after another, and they gritted their teeth at Xia Tu.

Isn't this guy running out of energy?

As it gets late, the sky is beautifully reddened by the brilliant sunset.

Except for a few monks, most of them chose to leave, and with the existence of Xia Tu, a-stirring stick, no one can get close to the nine-colored lotus, and those who try to steal chickens will also be attacked by the group.

Xia Tu felt that his left leg was no longer his own, and looking at the Dead Immortal Yu who was still hanging on him, Xia Tu could only tearfully watch the nine-colored lotus flower gradually fade away, until there was no shadow.