Meng Qiu walked forward quickly, and saw that the man was wearing cloth clothes and linen pants, as if he was a peasant boy. From a rough look, the young man was breathing steadily, his face was calm, and he didn't see any scars on Zhou's body, and he didn't know why he fell in this ghostly place.

He groaned slightly, leaned down and was about to take a closer look, but he heard the sound of the wind in his ears, and the faint light in the surrounding mountains and forests was a little closer, and there was a faint restless sound among them. Meng Qiu's face was pale, and with a pull of his right hand, the fairy sword flew about three feet above his head with a soft roar, and a touch of silver light leaked out from the tip of the sword, suddenly magnifying, directly enveloping Meng Qiu and the young man in it.

"Roar!" a slightly restless roar came. Meng Qiu ignored it, leaned down directly, rolled up the sleeves of the young man's clothes, reached out and put his hand on his left wrist, and a true yuan poked out, swimming all over his body along the young man's meridians.

The pulse was stable, and there was no injury, but the qi and blood in the young man's body fluctuated slightly, as if he had been stimulated. Meng Qiu frowned, looked carefully, and saw that although the young man's face was peaceful, there was a trace of deep tiredness between his eyebrows, and at the moment he only thought that the young man was exhausted and fainted in the mountains.

It's just that why do the goblins around here let this young man go?

There was a trace of doubt in his heart, Meng Qiu didn't have time to think about it, he reached out and picked up the young man and wanted to find a way out. As soon as they moved, they hadn't taken a few steps before several demon spirits were already floating in front of them to stop them. These demon spirits looked at the two of them, and there was a clear greed in their eyes, but there was a bit of inexplicability in them.

Meng Qiu stared at these demon spirits coldly, his face was fearless, it was no problem to deal with some demons with his cultivation, but who knew how much was still hidden in this strange mountain forest? Not to mention that he was still carrying a young man who was unconscious, it was a little more difficult to get out.

So the two sides were so taboo about something, and there was a stalemate.

Meng Qiu held the young man in his right hand and secretly lost a few true qi to him, hoping that he would wake up as soon as possible, and at least have some ability to protect himself.

About two pillars of incense, the demon spirits in front of them were restless due to the long wait, they wanted to hug up but were a little jealous, and they wanted to turn around and leave but were reluctant to get close to the delicious flesh and blood, and they were all roaring at the moment.

During this time, Meng Qiu not only instilled true qi into the young man, but also carefully discerned the direction. According to the results he had previously checked above the boulevard, it seemed that there was only one exit to the west, and if he wanted to escape, of course, the first choice was that dirt slope. So after carefully identifying the direction, he stretched out his left hand to recall the head of the fairy sword, and at the same time removed the protection around his body, and carried the young man on his back to break through.

The demon spirit's eyes lit up at first glance, and he moved forward with a bit of surprise.

Meng Qiu let out a long laugh, and rushed forward with a sudden force under his feet. Like a dragon entering the water, the fairy sword is glorious and prosperous, and no demon spirit dares to hit its edge, and one by one can only rely on the innate phantom body and claws to fight for its life. For a time, the sound of gold and iron clashing was endless. Under the urging of Meng Qiu's thoughts, he stretched out his arm and grabbed the hilt of the sword, and Dao Dao Zhenyuan rushed towards the immortal sword, and three demon spirits were slashed in a row. Seeing that there were only two demon spirits left in front of him, his steps suddenly became erratic, his figure gradually accelerated, the brilliance of the fairy sword was faint, and a silver light was reflected, leaving countless ripples in this dim mountain forest.

Before the demon spirit in front of him could react, he saw Meng Qiu's figure appear in a burst of brilliance, his eyes were cold. The light in the field is like a long whale sucking water and rushing towards an object, and a cold light suddenly appears. The demon spirit was horrified, and hurriedly floated backwards, but a palm reached out to the top of its head, and a strong force fixed it in mid-air, unable to move the slightest. It looked up tremblingly, Meng Qiu appeared on its right side at some point, that slender and straight hand was as terrifying as the Netherworld Ghost Mansion, and then a cold light passed through its eyebrows, and there was no more sound.

Meng Qiuren was in the air, his body sank back to the same place slightly, and he turned his head slightly to see that the young man was still lying on his shoulder and was unconscious, so he immediately shook his head with a smile. Then he turned his gaze to the last remaining demon in the field, and there was a bit of banter and a little exploration in his faint gaze.

The demon was obviously not used to being stared at like this, so it roared and pounced again. Meng Qiu shook his head slightly, not knowing if he felt ridiculous about the stupidity of this demon. He bowed his head slightly, but did not move. The demon's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed, and he had already opened his bloody mouth, revealing his fangs.

Meng Qiu didn't say a word, watching it pounce, a silver light reflected in his eyes. There was a cracking sound, followed by a muffled sound. "Poof", the demon body was stunned, it looked down in amazement, a small section of the tip of the sword pierced out of the chest, and then the sword body and hilt. It watched the long sword fly up and down with a glittering light around the people in front of it, and its eyes were full of despair, and it raised its head and let out a terrible roar into the sky, and finally turned into a cloud of green smoke, without a trace.

Meng Qiu looked around, and there was silence, as if he was unaffected. He steadied himself, and then carried the boy on his back and walked west.

After only walking a dozen zhang, Meng Qiu found that the road under this frame was becoming more and more rugged, or it was not a road at all, just a few traces left by the occasional beast stepping on it. It would have been nice if he had just flown away, but when he saw that the light curtain above his head still existed, he didn't know if he could pass through it, so he had to walk west on foot.

Along the way, all kinds of thorny branches seemed to be blocked by invisible energy, and they were pushed away one after another, making it difficult for him to enter the slightest body.

Seeing that he was about to pass through this small piece of woods in front of him, and the terrain under his feet was also extending downward, it seemed to be the way down the mountain, Meng Qiu held his breath and walked quickly.

At the moment when his body was ready to walk out of the forest, Meng Qiu only felt that a black shadow flashed in front of him, a pair of blood-like eyes suddenly lit up, and in the roar, there was a great force surging like a mountain and a sea. Meng Qiu was hit hard in the chest without noticing, and the meridians around his body were suddenly invaded by an obscure and indescribable evil qi, and a mouthful of blood had already spurted out in front of his eyes.

A little bit of blood fell to the ground, and a faint bloody breath spread. Meng Qiu's face changed, and he hurriedly raised his sword to concentrate on vigilance. Sure enough, soon a number of demons of different shapes flew here, as if they were attracted and tempted by the smell of blood, and they were restless. However, although they flew in, none of them pounced, but faintly formed a circle.

Meng Qiu raised his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, and raised his hand to point the fairy sword straight ahead. The demons suddenly retreated to both sides like a tide, giving up the size of a few zhang wide, and then something came out.

The two of them are so tall that they look like apes, with white heads and bare feet.

Meng Qiu's face changed greatly, and he said astringently: "Zhu Yan..."

A fierce color appeared on Zhu Yan's ape-like face, and his hands slammed down on the ground, and he roared angrily. The originally restless demons all showed horror on their faces, huddled together, but none of them dared to leave.

Meng Qiu's face changed several times, he knew that Zhu Yan was a famous fierce beast, a different species of the flood wilderness, and he was by no means an opponent on his own, let alone a person on his back at the moment? It's just that Zhu Yan has long disappeared since the flood famine, and it is difficult to find it in the world, why is there such a fierce beast in this mountain? The cyan pillar of light that rose to the sky earlier, under the might, it was clearly a steaming Rui Qi, and now the treasure was not seen, but facing a fierce beast, who could stand this?

The thought in his heart turned sharply, Meng Qiu once again remembered his previous guess "Could this mountain be a magic circle", he looked at Zhu Yan but denied it again, although Zhu Yan was famous for his murder, he might not be treated like this.

It's just that he wasn't allowed to think about anything more, and the Zhu Yan in front of him had already rushed over with a roar. Meng Qiu gritted his teeth, put the horizontal sword in his chest, took a few steps back, and jumped with a flick of his left hand, which was the imperial sword technique.

Zhu didn't look at it, grabbed a boulder along the road and threw it over, and at the same time roared loudly, with an arrogant attitude, as if he had been trapped for many years, and now he was going to fight happily.

Meng Qiu harnessed the fairy sword to avoid the boulder, holding the sword trick in his hand, and recited a curse in his mouth. In the sound of Qingyue's sword, eight clear lights appeared on the sword body, and they flew away one by one. The hand he held the sword trick counted the points, and the eight clear lights stood in the position of gossip, floating and sinking beside him. The sound of chanting mantras suddenly became higher, and there was an inexplicable crisp sound like a clear spring passing over a stone. Meng Qiu didn't seem to notice, he just controlled the magic trick wholeheartedly.

Below, Zhu Yan roared angrily, slammed the ground with both hands, and in the roar, countless gravels were hit into the sky by a huge force, and it swung its arms wildly to hit the gravel that was still flying in the air towards Meng Qiu. With a "whoop", Zhu Yan showed excitement on his face, smashed his chest with both hands, and was arrogant.

The eight clear lights flickered and then writhed, gradually turning into eight lotus flowers. Although it is a lotus flower, the texture of its petals is eye-catching and clearly visible. The lotus petals open and close, and open again, and so on three times, and the brilliance is magnificent!

One of the four sword tricks of the main peak of Liuyun Valley - Sanqing Lotus Sword.

The sword trick formation has been completed, and Meng Qiu's face flashed with clear energy, and he broke off. Eight lotus flowers pressed towards Zhu Yan, while he himself flew upwards with his sword.

There is no way to heaven and no door to the earth. It's come to this, there's only one go!

At the moment when he approached the light curtain, Meng Qiu condensed his life's deeds, all on this sword. He didn't notice that the blue light on the right wrist of the young man on his back flashed and was fleeting. The light curtain above his head was slightly distorted, and he suddenly gave way to a mouth that was more than one person wide, without hindrance.

It seemed to be a thunderclap explosion, and Meng Qiu's whole body was full of brilliance, rushing straight up!

In the sharp sound, the sound shook in all directions.

I thought it would take a lot of effort, but I didn't expect it to come out so easily, but the result was that Meng Qiu's full force blow had nowhere to vent, and he rubbed his body vigorously. The man was in the air, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

As soon as his mind was relaxed, the fairy sword under his feet carried the two of them uncontrollably and fell.

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Ahh