It's just that when her fingertips just touched Ishikawa's clothes, she suddenly let out a suppressed and extremely low sigh. Ranwen? ?? ．?ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? ｅ?ｎ `ｏｒｇ

The palace woman's eyes flashed, and she looked directly into Ishikawa's eyes.

Ishikawa was still wandering the streets of Mid-Levels Village, not even realizing that there was an extra nun in purple palace clothes in front of him.

Suddenly, the village, which was as quiet as death, came alive, and smoke rose from every house, and many voices of speech converged into one and entered Ishikawa's ears.

And with that the familiar smell of food.

"Chuanzi, I haven't eaten yet, my uncle has cooked a lot of porridge tonight, come and eat together, that is, add a pair of chopsticks." ”

"Chuan Wazi, be careful when you go to the mountains to herd sheep these days, it seems that there are wild dogs and jackals nearby, and Wang Lihu in the east of the village has seen it with his own eyes. ”

"Brother Chuan, tell me the story of Journey to the West first and tell me the next episode, you see I have stolen the old man's wine and meat to honor you. ”

One familiar person after another appeared in front of him again, and even the words he said were extremely true.

Ishikawa closed his eyes and slowly drew the long knife behind his back.

You're all dead, your souls are at rest, so why do anyone do that?

A knife flashed, and the human head separated.

Ishikawa sneered, a knife was as tight as a knife, and it only took a moment to turn this half-mountain village into a real ghost in the world.

Finally, he stopped in the open space on the edge of the village, the long knife that was still bleeding was stuck in the ground at will, and Zhang Fugui stood next to him with a frightened face and couldn't even speak.

At Zhang Fugui's feet, braised pig's head meat was spilled all over the ground, as well as a pot of sweet wine.

"Brother Chuan, Brother Chuan, you killed my father, you killed my father!" Zhang Fugui's lips moved, and the moment the tears flowed, he finally roared loudly as if his emotions were out of control.

Ishikawa smiled, "Fugui'er, don't worry, I'll find you." ”

Another flash of knife flashed, and Zhang Fugui's chubby face slid to the ground.

Mixed with the braised meat and wine.

In the dense forest, the hand of the palace woman at this time was still a few inches away from Ishikawa's body.

It's just that she didn't go directly to get the black gold bag, but stared thoughtfully at Ishikawa's eyes.

For a monk as powerful as her, it was basically impossible to be in a daze, because the extremely powerful divine sense simply did not allow such a boring thing to happen.

It's just that the new discovery in Ishikawa made her a little confused.

After a few breaths, she suddenly blinked her eyes as if she suddenly realized, then gasped and said to herself: "It turned out to be a phantom butterfly, this feeling is definitely a phantom butterfly that has been transformed." ”

"It's just, why does this phantom butterfly give me such an illusory and strange feeling, is there still a phantom butterfly that is separated from the entity and only exists in the sea of consciousness!?"

"It's unbelievable............"

"If this matter is clarified, I will definitely be able to truly entrust the Yuan Shen Taixu and take the last half step to achieve Immortal Venerable!"

Thinking of this, the expression of the palace woman suddenly became solemn, and she secretly separated a trace of divine sense, and stabbed straight towards Ishikawa's eyebrows.

There was a loud bang, and it seemed to only come from the bottom of the hearts of the two of them.

In the dense forest, the woman in the palace costume who had just separated her divine sense suddenly changed her complexion, and her figure instantly faded and disappeared, and when she reappeared, she was already in a clearing dozens of zhang away from Ishikawa.

In the afternoon, the golden sunlight poured down, reflecting the purple dress of the palace woman with a psychedelic brilliance, and also covering her solemn face with a faint layer of gold.

Under the bright sunshine, the woman in the palace costume maintained a movement for a long time, and there was a trace of confusion and disbelief in her eyes from time to time, she was surrounded by a faint mist, clasped her hands in front of her, and then stretched out her index finger and middle finger to close upward, and the exposed white skin continued to have the trajectory of the true yuan running up, and it seemed that it was already the appearance of the original spirit after the operation reached the limit.

At the moment when the figure of the woman in the palace costume suddenly appeared, Ishikawa knew that the sea was generous and bright, and a figure changed from illusory to real, and it was full of indescribable charm.

On her waist, a long sword also showed its form, and the two words on the scabbard were clearly visible, which was reincarnation!

A sword intent placed by Qing Yu Yuanjun in Ishikawa Zhihai was suddenly stimulated by the undisguised temptation of the woman in the palace costume at this moment!

At the same time, Fan Qingyu Yurong, who was far away in the southern sea area of the Xuan Realm, moved slightly, and the reincarnation sword on his waist rose from the scabbard an inch away.

Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed color within hundreds of miles of the southern sea area, the waves were surging, and an unimaginable sword intent accompanied by a sudden celestial phenomenon was wrapped and rotated on the body of the reincarnation sword that Fan Qingyu pulled out an inch, endlessly, and the sword marks on the island across the north and south also began to close to the middle with the unsheath of the reincarnation sword, and finally closed to less than a finger thickness when the reincarnation sword stopped an inch after the reincarnation sword was unsheathed, and bursts of calm breath flew out of the gap, constantly integrating into the pure sword intent exuded by the reincarnation sword body of one inch.

Fan Qingyu's cold face remained unchanged, and a word came out of Tan's mouth: Go.

The two sword intents that were wrapped around the body of the one-inch sword instantly fused into one, and with the exhalation of Fan Qingyu's words, a sword light rose and broke through the air to the north.

Not far behind each of them, hundreds of low-level demon cultivators were shouting and cheering for their respective leaders, and the big waves set off by the two demon masters were hundreds of zhang high, and from time to time, a wall of ice fell from the sky, falling onto the sea and splashing a large splash.

On a small island hundreds of miles away from each other, a sword light rose and headed north.

At the beginning, the flying speed of the sword light was extremely slow, which was inferior to the speed of ordinary people walking, after one breath, it was already faster than the speed of mortals running briskly, after two breaths, the galloping horse that traveled thousands of miles a day could not catch up with the flight of the sword light, and after three breaths, the sword light passed through the middle of the two demon master battlefields that were fighting, and continued to fly north.

One of the demon masters was gaining the upper hand, and when he saw the sword light going straight through the battlefield, he was furious, and waved his hand to summon a wall of ice that was hundreds of zhang high and dozens of zhang thick to block the sword light, and the ice wall did not play a role in blocking the sword light, and the sword light shuttled through the ice wall, as if the ice wall did not exist.

The two demon cultivators suddenly stopped fighting, maintained a safe distance of about ten miles from each other, and slowly approached the island where the sword light rose together, just when they were about to move the true spirit of the law phase to the island, a cold woman's voice sounded in their ears: "Fan Qingyu temporarily borrows the island for a while, the two demon masters also ask for convenience, don't do it willingly, disturb my interest." ”

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, although the woman's voice was not loud, it shook the two demon cultivators like thunder and almost fell from the air to the sea, and they didn't even dare to speak, the two of them saluted indiscriminately, turned shoulder to shoulder, and took their respective subordinates to the distance desperately. (To be continued.) )