Burst!

Blood splashed, the blazing blood rushed up three feet high, the black-scaled horned python let out a terrible roar, the python's body twisted violently, and the surface of the pool suddenly set off a stormy wave, the snake's tail was withdrawn like lightning, and Zhong Xing was instantly shocked and flew out.

Under all the favorable conditions, he somewhat coincidentally plunged into the seven inches of the black-scaled horned python, although the diamond-shaped snake scales were as strong as iron and not pierced deeply, but his eyes flashed with excitement.

Boom!

At this moment, on the green island, Yi Zixuan's spiritual willpower was exerted to the limit, three arrows came out together, each arrow was as bright as a purple glow, the arrow broke through the wind and waves, tearing the sky, two of the three arrows shot on the python's body, exploding the big blood hole at the mouth of the bowl, and the last arrow pierced its left pupil again.

He frowned slightly, but Zhong Xing could see that Yi Zixuan's three arrows were actually aimed at the left pupil of the black-scaled horned python, but he had not seriously practiced archery after all, and he could only deal with dead objects, and in such a fierce battle, it was inevitable that there would be mistakes.

Roar!

The world in front of him lost its light, and the black-scaled horned python, which had been seriously injured before, felt fear for the first time, and before the two could react, the huge python body sank into the pool water, and the surface of the pool was quickly dyed pale red.

The surface of the pond rippled and fluctuated, and it took a long time before it slowly subsided.

"It's a pity that it escaped. ”

Zhong Xing gasped for breath, exerting spiritual oppression on a demon beast with Daoji Wuding, and fighting it with all his might, which was also a huge burden for his current cultivation.

On the green island in the pool, Yi Zixuan carefully excavated the thousand-year-old silver ginseng from the mud, stepped over to the shore, and showed a hint of joy on his face, and said: "As long as the silver ginseng is in hand, the demon beast can't escape, it has nothing to do with us, and I have looked at it carefully, this silver ginseng has been more than 1,000 years old, close to 1,100 years, if it weren't for the concealment of this valley, I'm afraid it wouldn't be the turn of this black-scaled horned python to take it as its own." ”

Zhong Xing nodded and said, "It is very likely that this demon beast's spiritual intelligence is not low, maybe it wants to wait for the age of this silver ginseng to reach the limit, swallow it, or further enhance its qi and blood, strengthen its own foundation, or directly break through the Dao Foundation Realm and transform into a demon." ”

Yi Zixuan nodded, agreeing with the first statement, but he was a little dissatisfied with the second statement, and then, he remembered something again, so he said: "Brother Zhong, this silver ginseng was obtained by the two of us working together, and it stands to reason that it should be divided equally, but one of Zixuan's close relatives needs a whole thousand-year-old silver ginseng to cure the dark disease, so he took the liberty of requesting it, hoping to ......"

Before Yi Zixuan's words were finished, Zhong Xing shook his head and said, "Zixuan, who do you think I Zhong Xing is?" Not to mention that this thousand-year-old silver ginseng is almost completely dependent on you, so it was obtained by repelling the black scaled horned python, and I don't play a big role, and it should belong to you." Besides, you saved my life and gave me a lot of valuable elixirs, since it is needed by your dearest, how can I do such an ungrateful thing!"

Zhong Xing admired Yi Zixuan's character very much, and said, "You can take it with peace of mind." ”

"That being the case, that Zixuan thanked Brother Zhong. Yi Zixuan said a little embarrassed.

He took out an ice jade box, carefully placed the thousand-year-old silver ginseng, and put it in the mustard seed bag, and then the two of them discussed it and decided to leave the place.

Before he reached the quiet road, Yi Zixuan suddenly stopped and said, "However, I always feel that the state of this demon beast is a little wrong, and its reaction is a little slow. ”

Zhong Xing also sensed something wrong at this time, his face changed slightly, and said, "You mean, the strength displayed by that demon beast is not in line with its cultivation?"

Yi Zixuan's face was solemn, and he said, "Or, it can't exert its full strength...... It should have been injured before!"

"What's going on here?"

Just as the two were thinking, an accident followed.

Thundered!

A cyan electric light shot out from the mouth of the valley, and in an instant, Yi Zixuan and the two of them seemed to hear lightning and thunder, and a sharp sudden burst came, oppressing their minds, and in an instant, Zhong Xing's face turned pale, and there seemed to be a thunderbolt in his heart, and his breathing was stagnant.

Rumble!

The cyan electric light fell to the ground, the ground cracked, and the body was manifested, and it was a cyan iron gun, which was different from ordinary guns, and there was a light spirit on it, faintly integrated with the surrounding space.

"Spirit spear!" Zhong Xing's face changed suddenly.

As the son of a master soldier caster, Zhong Xing had also seen with his own eyes how a spirit soldier was born from his father's hands, although he had not seen it many times, but compared to ordinary people, his knowledge of spirit soldiers was more than a cut over.

The spirit spear in front of him did not have the totem rune of the monk himself, and it was not a real spirit soldier, but the rarity of the material, the exquisiteness of the casting, and the extraordinary product, in his memory, only Yi Zixuan's Xingyuan could compare with it.

"Yes, it's the spear that was used to cut off your heads. ”

A cold voice sounded, and immediately, four figures walked into the valley, and the whole body was full of qi and blood, all of which were above the Daoji Siding Realm.

"Three Daoji four tripods, one Daoji five tripods!"

Zhong Xing's tone was a little dry, he could feel the momentum of the four people in front of him, almost united in one breath, and the moment he appeared, he sealed the void within a radius of dozens of zhang, and his spiritual will was almost suppressed by life, and he could barely penetrate his body.

And three of the masters of the Daoji Four Ding Realm are extremely powerful, they are definitely terrible opponents, and the cultivation of any one of them is not below him, and as for the strong man of the Five Dings, although Yi Zixuan has a record of killing three masters of the Four Ding Realm with a sword, it is still unknown who will live or die against the last strong man of the Five Ding Realm.

Zhong Xing was not familiar with these four people, and probably remembered that two of them should be outstanding disciples of the Chu family in Tianyang City, and they had met a few times in the past.

The four of them approached, and they all saw each other's appearances clearly.

"Yi Zixuan!" a beautiful woman said with some surprise suddenly.

Zhong Xing doesn't know it, it doesn't mean that Yi Zixuan doesn't know him, among the four, he knows three people, especially the leader is like thunder, that sharp killing machine, he has seen it before, and he will never admit it.

"It turned out to be the two of you, Chu Ce, Chu Jiaojiao, and this one ......"

"The red blood list is the one hundred and fifty-seventh, Ye Wuxi!"

......

At this time, it is located in the reverse scale of the Jiaolong Phantom of the Meteorite Dragon Secret Realm.

In a quiet and empty valley, the stream is gurgling and flowing, meandering, on both sides of the stream, flowers are in full bloom, although the flower bones are a little immature, but as far as the eye can see, the eyes are full of purple and red, the refreshing fragrance is overflowing, ethereal ten miles.

The trees here are not very tall, but they look very green and dripping, as if they were carved from jasper, crystal clear.

In the sky, from time to time there is a group of beautiful thrushes flapping their wings and flying over, the sound of crisp chirping, like the first cry of young birds, and like the strings of the zither plucked, the aftermath is lingering, around the valley for three days without end.

Look along the stream to the depths of the valley, only to see a cyan dragon stone statue standing at the end, up to more than 30 zhang, lying on the ground, a piece of palm-sized scales, such as the stars arranged, looming edge, and the huge Jiao's head, Jiao's eyes are slightly closed, the dragon's whiskers are fluttering, carved very real, lifelike.

The void flickered slightly.

A monk dressed in black, with his white palms clenched, suddenly stepped out of the dragon statue.

After this person landed, he stopped for a moment, and then took off the hood, revealing a beautiful and lovely delicate face, cherry lips and nose, skin like clotted fat, skin like tassels, non-sinking fish and geese are difficult to speak, and the real moon shy flowers can be painted in case.

It seems to be like the closed moon of light clouds, and fluttering like the snow of the flowing wind.

"Only one last step away......"

The woman lightly opened her lips and muttered to herself, the sound was like the song of flowers and birds, like the sound of heaven, which was intoxicating.

As soon as she stepped on it, a golden dragon vein floated into the air, carrying the woman away at a high speed, dozens of miles in an instant.

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