Although Wen Copy's previous life was a new love scene, but it was also a psychological love saint who had read countless films, and after a glance at this beautiful woman, he praised "good-looking" in his heart, which was a hundred times more refined than those women who retouched and made up plastic surgery in his previous life, so he opened his mouth and asked: "This eldest sister, you tied the crow to that icicle and froze?"

"Are you the owner of this crow?" the woman said casually, seeing that the copy had not denied it, and said, "What if I tied it up?

Wen Jian sensed it slightly, and knew that she was also in the Qi Realm Qi refining and cultivation, and she was not annoyed at the moment, but responded with a smile: "Just look at my sister's beauty like a flower, I won't do that beautiful thing." A fairy like my sister who is so difficult to pick one will not be unreasonable like a secrew, since the crow is tied, it must be the one who has violated my sister's taboo. ”

"Little master, I only ask it about the mother bird, and it is very polite in her words, how can she break any taboo?" The old crow suffered a lot, and now that he had a lot of support, he spoke at this time.

"I don't know what to do!" scolded in his heart, Wen Jian slapped the crow's head heavily, and said to the woman: "This crow is not very intelligent, and my sister is not as knowledgeable as it." It has suffered a lot, and if my sister is angry, it should be gone, so I'll take it back here to train it well. "Then I have to give my hand.

"How can I get angry when I leave like this?" The woman glared at the crow in Wen Zhao's arms at this time, and said hatefully: "Yesterday I treated this crow, and it was still not convinced, and I don't know how many words I scolded!"

When Wen Jian heard this, he hurriedly smiled and knocked the crow's head twice.

The woman ignored it, and said, "It also scares me, saying that it has a gray-robed old man who can split a mountain with a sword, and a red-robed little old man who can turn me into a pool of bloody blood with a wave of his hand." She looked Wen Copy's body up and down, "I think you are its little master, it said that you have a wonderful flying sword, you can release it and show me." ”

Hearing this, Wen Jian almost sweated, and hurriedly said: "Sister Hugh listened to its nonsense, I didn't take care of it yesterday, this guy stole wine and got drunk, so he ran to Qingxue Peak to find his own suffering." ”

"Tsk, how is this like the tone of wanting to establish a religion in Qingcheng Mountain and respect the red-robed patriarch?"

"Religion is honored...... Red-robed patriarch?" Wen Shu was dumbfounded, and asked, "This old crow said it too?"

The woman snorted softly and said, "That's exactly what it says." Now it seems like a lie, but when I heard it yesterday, it scared the hell out of me. Such an abominable crow, how can I spare it!"

Wen Jian couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this. Feeling that the old crow in his arms was trembling spontaneously, he couldn't bear to leave this stupid bird to suffer, so he said: "Sister, don't be angry with it, this time I will go back, I will make a cage and close it." ”

The woman in the green jacket pursed her lips and sneered: "Who is your sister?" I screamed a lot this time, but I didn't look in a mirror to look at my own appearance. ”

"Yili praises you, do you really think how beautiful your own family is?" Wenbao is a crossing class, how can you stand this kind of idleness? After enduring it for a long time, this woman in the green jacket forced her to become more and more serious, and he immediately turned his face and scolded: "Seeing that you are a woman, you can only give you three points, don't be a bloodless grandfather of your little Deng!"

Knowing that all qi refiners should not be underestimated, Wen Zhao made up his mind to take the lead from the moment he turned his face, and raised his hand to point at the words, drumming up the mana to make the Bleeding Sea Soul Dementoring Technique, and shouted in his mouth: "Pump your soul!"

The woman in the green jacket saw a blood-colored vortex the size of a foot appear above her head, and hurriedly released her mana to protect herself. She didn't know that the various spells derived from Taiyuan Blood Light were the most vicious, and the Blood Sea Soul Technique couldn't be prevented at all with mana, so she felt a shock in her heart, and her soul seemed to be sucked out of her body.

Frightened, she screamed, and violently swung her mana and flew away diagonally, finally breaking free from the whirlpool and escaping the catastrophe.

One attack and one dodge are only in the lightning and stone fire, and Wen Jian has long expected that this woman will not be able to be controlled at once. He also used the technique of the bleeding god to disperse his spirits, but he saw a blood-colored ghost suddenly appear, chased to the side of the woman in the green jacket, and opened his mouth to let out a ghost scream.

This sound was so sharp that even the snow and ice covering the stone platform all year round were shaken and cracked in many places, and as soon as she heard it, she felt that an awl pierced into her brain through the door of her ear, and the seven orifices immediately flowed blood together.

Knowing that there would be no trace of benevolence when he moved his hand, Wen Jian patted the back of his head, and the fontanelle immediately gushed out Taiyuan blood light mana, forming a large blood claw on the top of his head, and slammed towards the woman with the sound of the wind.

Before the one-stop capture technique was completed, he made the Styx Thunder Arrow Technique send out two dark blue thunder fires, which was not enough, and he even made up for a Blood Sea Soul Technique.

The two dark blue thunder fires fell silently, and the woman's talisman mana was immediately broken. At this time, her soul was not lightly damaged, and she couldn't mobilize a trace of mana, and she watched as the big blood claw grabbed her head again, and the blood-colored vortex that had suffered a loss before was about to fall.

At this time, she could no longer find the slightest toughness and arrogance on her face, only the color of pain and fear. At the end of the catastrophe, she hurriedly took out a small black flag the size of a palm from the bag on her waist, and while shaking it, she called out loudly: "Master save me!"

The flag swayed, and immediately a puff of black smoke appeared out of thin air to protect her, blocking the blood claws that had been simulated by the one-breath grappling technique, and another skeletal head with phosphorus fire emerged from the black smoke, and in one fell swoop it shattered the blood vortex of the dementor.

Seeing this, Wen Jian secretly said in his heart: "Looking at the number of ways she moves, she is really evil, and what she wants to cultivate is also a terrible demon sect." Fortunately, I took the lead, otherwise I would have been the one who suffered at this time. There were only a few powerful spells he could cast now, and he thought that he might not be able to break through the black smoke if he changed his methods, and he heard the woman in the green jacket calling out to the master.

With scruples, he used a bloody light technique to cover himself, stopped and said: "Help you have a long memory, so that you know that Grandpa Wen's copy is not easy to deceive! If you are not convinced, I still have a killer to serve." ”

At this time, the old crow raised his head buried in Wen Copy's arms, and shouted: "You tell me where the mother bird is, and I will beg the little master to spare you ......."

At this time, out of the stone cave on the cliff wall came an old man in a black robe, with a thin face and stompy feet.

When Wen Jian saw it, he suddenly felt a chill, and his muscles and muscles tightened. He only felt that the black-robed old man was branded with the word "poison" in his bones, and it seemed that he would be hurt by one more look, just like when he first saw the Styx Ancestor, a sense of powerlessness arose in his heart.

Fortunately, the old man, who was dressed like a demon, did not make a move on him, but only asked, "What kind of sect do you have?" Who is the division commander?"

Listening to his strange voice like copper skin scraping iron, Wen Xuan suddenly felt that the sea of blood in the dantian was boiling, and the blood god seed also reacted on its own, as if it was about to move. He took a deep breath, forced himself to stabilize his mind, and replied with a lie: "My master is called a Tiandu Daoist, and he was refined into a primordial god two hundred years ago. He has never been hidden, only cultivating in the deep mountains and rivers. Do you recognize your predecessors?"