Jiangliu refining the "Nine Heavens Yuan Yang Ruler", cultivating Guangchengzi's superior sword "Yi Sword Dao", and using the "Xuan Zhu Zhu" to entrust the second Yuan Shen, after all small achievements, it is already spring in March, but the big snow mountain is still cold and biting, and there is no trace of spring breath.

The sword turned into a rainbow, and Jiang Liu's flying sword technique now has a small success, and as soon as he came out of the hole, he tried the feeling of soaring into the sky. However, the cold air of this snow-capped mountain hits people, and it is not easy to fly in the cold wind, and it is about to fall, when I suddenly find a mountain cliff with flames soaring to the sky.

"Is this someone fighting?"

This kind of fire rising several feet high in the middle of the ice and snow, there is no doubt that someone is definitely using supernatural powers.

Fall far to the ground, and then quietly approach.

Jiang Liu's eyesight is not bad, only to see that there is a stone cave more than one person high on the waist of the middle peak, in front of the hole is a rock that stretches out flatly, on which sits a barbarian monk with a leopard's head and eyes, a body and a nose and a wide mouth, wearing a fire robe, a pair of bare feet, standing a Zen staff in front of him, holding a golden bowl in his hand, hanging a fiery red gourd behind his waist, there is an incense burner in front of him, three big incense sticks are inserted in it, three feet long, sitting there upright.

And the inside of the cave is full of fire, reflecting the surrounding red.

The intermittent voice of the barbarian monk floated vaguely in the wind: "Zheng Bagu, don't hand over the Snow Soul Bead yet...... Let your soul fly away under my Yellow Sand Demon Fire......"

When Jiang Liu heard the words "Snow Soul Bead", the memory hidden in the depths of his soul gradually became clear, and then verified it with the memory of the green-robed ancestor one by one, and said secretly: "This monk should be the wild demon who saved the green-robed ancestor in the original book! The Snow Soul Bead is a good treasure, transformed by the elite of the 10,000-year-old snow, I heard that it can break the flame magic weapon and supernatural powers, but it is a strange treasure." ”

This barbarian monk is called Jacoda, nicknamed the Western Wild Devil. He is a senior brother with the Venerable Poison Dragon of Western Yunnan, but the Venerable Poison Dragon has many disciples and has a huge momentum; he is only alone, and there are very few people who know his details. Even the green-robed ancestor doesn't know the name of this barbarian monk!

Now that he appears here, he is obviously greedy for the exotic treasure "Snow Soul Bead"!

Jiang Liu looked at the flames, and felt a scorching heat from a distance, which was obviously extraordinary. There is also a vague breath of yellow sand in the Western Regions desert in the fire, which should be extracted from the strange fire in the desert, and this is the magic fire power that has been cultivated.

As Jiang Liu expected, the flame was the triumphant power of the "Western Wild Devil" - the Yellow Sand Demon Fire.

Just when Jiang Liu was sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight, preparing for the fisherman to take the snow soul bead, a sword light came from the northeast, crossing the sky, and the target was obviously here.

Although Edgeworth is fast and convenient, its whereabouts are difficult to hide, and enemies can detect it from a distance.

The barbarian monk apparently also discovered the sword light, and stood up with a Zen staff in his hand.

In an instant, the sword light fell, revealing a young nun, wearing a crown on her head, her feet on the clouds, wearing a yellow forging monk's robe, holding the dust, the wonderful appearance was solemn, very beautiful.

Jiang Liu hid in the dark and looked secretly, the female nun treasure was dignified, and the rude barbarian monk in front of her was obviously two extremes.

"Demon monk, take your life!"

The female nun snorted, shook off the dust without nonsense, and swept a gust of wind towards the western wild demons. Flying sand and stones, the wind howled, the barbarian monk held the Zen staff and did not move, only the iron ring on the Zen staff was blown by the strong wind.

The nun blew a fierce wind, and the target was not the barbarian monk, but the fire in the cave. The so-called wind fuels the fire, but the wind mixed with the snow in the sky wrung into the fire, and the fire can only be eliminated at once.

Seeing that the demonization of the yellow sand was suppressed, the barbarian monk roared angrily, aimed the fiery red gourd on his waist at the nun, and said something in his mouth, and saw a flame gushing out of the gourd and shooting towards the nun.

The nun shook off the dust, and once again rolled up a gust of wind, which could block the demonic fire, but the dusty was also burned by the demonic fire and turned into ashes.

"Demon monk, you actually destroyed my magic weapon. ”

"Not only will I destroy your magic weapon, but I will also take you back to the mountain and be my Buddha slave!" the barbarian monk laughed lewdly and laughed.

In an instant, with a wave of her palm, several silver needles shot out.

The barbarian monk's eyes narrowed, and he recited words in his mouth, and hurriedly lifted the purple gold bowl upward. His bowl is called the wheel bowl, once sacrificed, there will be black and white yin and yang qi straight into the sky, no matter people, birds and treasures, all must be sucked by it, can not escape.

Sure enough, the silver needles were sucked by the wheel bowl and landed at the bottom of the bowl.

The barbarian monk broke the magical power of the young nun, laughed a few times, waved the Zen staff and threw it at the nun, the wind howled, as if it had the power to open the mountains and crack the ground.

"Yuqing, be careful of this barbarian monk, don't be careless!" At this time, the flames in the cave had gradually been extinguished, and an old and tired female voice came out.

The young nun snorted coldly, raised her palm, and a flying sword shot out.

The barbarian monk Western Wild Demon was also careless, and wanted to win as soon as possible, so he did not use the wheel bowl to absorb the enemy's flying sword, but smashed it with a Zen staff. But he suddenly found that Leng Sensen Changhong-like golden light flew straight to his top. Only then did I remember to use the wheel bowl to collect, and just lifted the bowl upward, who knew that the flying sword was extremely powerful, and saw that the golden light was like a dragon entering the sea, and was wrapped in black and white into the bowl, but it suddenly broke out of control and slashed towards itself.

The barbarian monk knew that it was not good, so he hurriedly hid with his talisman demon mustard seed, and escaped a hundred and ten zhang away. Looking at his waist, the flame gourd was actually cut off in two, overflowing with yellow sand demon fire on the ground.

Knowing that he was not an opponent, the barbarian monk turned around and left, and disappeared into the vast mountains with a single leap.

"It's not out yet, when do you want to see it?"

The young nun said sharply in the direction of Jiang Liu's invisibility.

Jiang Liu realized that his whereabouts had been exposed, and he walked out slowly, and said with a smile: "Bodhisattva has a good means......

"Sneaky, not the right way, and can escape my Yuqing's eyes. You eat me with a sword!"

Seeing that white light shooting towards him, Jiang Liu was shocked in his heart, this sword was several times stronger than that Qi Lingyun, this nun was obviously a senior master, and it was impossible for her to be as young as she appeared.

Jiang Liu gritted his teeth, he originally wanted to take the opportunity to take the Snow Soul Bead, but now it seems that there is no chance. Since he couldn't get any benefits, he suddenly turned around and fled like that barbarian monk, and at the same time pinched the true trick in his hand, urging the "Nine Heavens Yuan Yang Ruler", and raised nine golden flowers and a purple qi to protect himself.

The sword light stirred on Jiang Liu's body, but it was blocked by the nine golden flowers, and it could only retreat into the hands of the young nun.

"Pure Yang Purple Qi?" The nun looked at the direction of Jiang Liu's escape, frowned, pinched her fingers, and couldn't deduce anything, so she could only give up.

And the river does not stop, although it is not afraid of the nun, but it is also unwilling to fight. Battles that could not bring benefits, the river avoided as much as possible, and took advantage of the situation to go in the direction of Baiman Mountain.