"It's me. ”

Just as Li Heng was about to make a move, a man's voice came from the cave, and immediately, countless grains of sand slowly condensed into a figure.

"Ye Qingyang!" Before the figure was fully formed, Li Heng recognized the person who came, it was Ye Qingyang, a monk of Ziyun Mountain who had a relationship in the Valley of Thorns.

Surprised, he was the only one, and Li Heng looked behind him.

Ye Qingyang smiled bitterly, "Don't look at it, I'm the only one, a few of them helped me lure away the Qiyun Beast, I'm afraid I won't be able to come." I really don't know what kind of exercises your kid is cultivating, and he was able to snatch the thousand-year-old Azure Lotus from the claws of the Qiyun Beast. ”

"You didn't see the scene at that time, you almost died, and Tianqinglian was also rescued by me afterwards, hey. Li Heng said embarrassedly.

This is also a helpless move, and it can't be said that the Azure Lotus is still refining in the immortal pot. However, if you want to return to Qingyang Valley in the future, this is also a good reason.

"Oh, it's a pity, Azure Lotus is the main medicine of Zhuji Dan, and it has the power of refining the marrow and strengthening the gods, this Jade Hill Realm is only afraid that Brother Li will take a thousand-year-old Azure Lotus as an ordinary healing medicine. Ye Qingyang said regretfully,

Immediately, he pretended to be afraid and said, "The two of you won't block the entrance to the cave and collect the money for buying the road." ”

Mo Yuqing couldn't help but laugh, "Brother Ye laughed. ”

This Ye Qingyang heard that he was a nominal disciple of Ziyang Zhenren, who dared to accept him to buy money.

"The two of us will go first. The cave was narrow, and it was inconvenient for Ye Qingyang to pass through it, Li Heng simply took Mo Yuqing's hand, and plunged down towards the cliff, stepping lightly halfway, and landed on the snow leisurely.

After the two of them stood still, Ye Qingyang also flew down from the cliff and landed beside Li Heng.

"Brother Ye doesn't know what to do," Li Heng asked.

Ye Qingyang pondered for a moment and asked hesitantly, "Did Zhao Tiancheng from the Spirit Yin Sect come in?" ”

Soon after entering, he also killed several monks who were said to be the Yan family. There was also an evil cultivator, and several people who followed Ding Feng that day were killed by him. Li Heng told the truth.

In addition to being a monk of Ziyun Mountain, it is also the friendship of the Valley of Thorns.

"I plan to enter the remnants of the Palace of Forgotten Worries from the west, and if I encounter something tricky, Brother Li can use the transmission note to tell you. After speaking, he said goodbye to Li Heng.

Seeing Ye Qingyang go away, Li Heng had no intention of leaving, Mo Yuqing hurriedly said, "Senior brother, aren't we going?"

"The remnants of the Palace of Forgotten Worries are forbidden everywhere, how can we break a few places with limited time. Li Heng walked to the magic circle that Zhao Tiancheng entered, took a closer look, and chuckled, "What's more, with Zhao Tian becoming our way, plus an evil cultivator, why should we compete for the first." ”

In fact, what he had in mind was the idea of the Yan family monks who were so injured, those Yan family monks were wearing the clothes of the Purple Cloud Sect, which was obviously not a good thing, and Li Heng had never been polite to this kind of goods.

"It's been so long, and it's almost time for the high-level Hidden Charm to expire. He muttered to himself, summoned the blue-veined bird from the beast ring, and pointed in the general direction of the Yan monk's departure, and the blue-veined bird flapped its wings away......

After a while, Li Heng made a discovery with the help of the eyes of the blue-veined bird.

"Let's go," he took Qingyan in his hand, unfurled a faint Qingmeng sword qi, and headed towards a snow-covered valley.

After knowing Li Heng for a few days, Mo Yuqing immediately knew what he meant, and while following Li Heng's footsteps, he practiced the flying sword and was ready to go.

In the valley, a faint smell of blood continued to a stone pile and stopped abruptly, Li Heng stopped pondering in confusion, the blue-veined bird did not find anyone out of the valley, the Yan family monk should still be in the valley, but why did the blood disappear?

With a flick of his fingers, a ball of spiritual light fell into the stone pile, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no trace.

Seeing this, Li Heng chuckled at the corner of his mouth, and as soon as Qingmeng's sword qi gathered, he slashed towards the stone pile with a sword. In the falling snow, the stone pile was unscathed under the sword qi, but a faint light curtain showed its original form.

"Circle," Mo Yuqing, who was not far behind him, couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the light curtain.

"It's just a phantom array," Li Heng's face was as usual, and more sword qi began to condense in his hand, and the three herring fish also began to wander in between.

Just when the blue rainbow was half-falling, within the light curtain, a black shadow shot out, directly hitting Li Heng's chest.

Li Heng, who had already taken precautions, first blocked the mixed yuan shield on several sides, and then collected the sword qi to Zhang Xu, and entangled the black shadow. At this time, Mo Yuqing's flying sword also followed in time, slashing at the black shadow.

In the phantom array, the monk of the Yan family was secretly surprised, the tenacity of the magic shield was just that, after all, several faces were stacked on top of each other, but the Qingmeng sword qi in front of him made his flying sword feel like a quagmire, and it was extremely difficult to take more than half a step. What made him angry was that the other party was only using Qingyang Valley's introductory sword technique, which was clearly a manifestation of the ultimate comprehension of the sword technique.

He knew that with only a flying sword today, he would not be able to escape death. With a look of determination on his face, he took out a neatly folded talisman from his storage bag, recited a recipe urgently, and then slapped it on his chest......

In Qingmeng's sword qi, the black shadow that was still fierce in front of his fingers flicked suddenly, and his aura was lost, revealing a sword body like ink, and he was hit by Mo Yuqing's flying sword and fell into the snow.

Li Heng faintly felt something abnormal, but no matter what, he still got the ink-colored flying sword in his hands first. He reached out and grabbed it, and the flying sword that fell into the snow rose and fell into his hands with ease, and he quickly threw it into the storage bag.

As soon as the flying sword fell into the pocket, a demonic aura rushed straight to Li Heng through the phantom array.

"Demon energy?" Li Heng said in surprise, there was obviously only a monk of the Yan family in the phantom array, how could he be demonic. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, ready for battle.

Mo Yuqing also cautiously took out a spirit shield, although it was only mid-level, it was better than having no defense at all.

"......"

The valley suddenly sounded, a creepy strange cry, not at all a cry that the human race could make, but like the gasp of the beast in the Netherworld Domain.

Li Heng pinched the trick and pointed at Mo Yuqing, and a spiritual trick to protect the divine sense fell on Mo Yuqing.

After a few breaths, the phantom array seemed to be unable to withstand some kind of heavy pressure, and with a crisp sound, the light curtain shattered into countless fragments and disappeared, revealing the real scene inside.

On the originally fair and clean face of the monk of the Yan family, a black-gray pattern that occupied most of his face appeared at some point, like a dragon but not a dragon, with six claws, which was extremely strange.

"Alien Spirit Possession Technique," Mo Yuqing, who had a lot of knowledge, glanced at the patterns on the Yan family monk's face, and immediately exclaimed.

She was worried that Li Heng didn't know how powerful it was, so she hurriedly explained, "In ancient times, there were many monks who could use themselves as tools to contain the souls of demon beasts and strange spirits, and quickly enhance their strength in a short period of time. However, the side effects of this technique are extremely great, and in severe cases, it will destroy the monk's divine consciousness and become a real demon, so it is rarely handed down. ”

"The girl has seen a lot, but it's a pity that she knows too late. The Yan family monk took a step forward, and the place he passed was suddenly dyed into a black ash, like death.

He opened his mouth and roared, and an obscure method immediately fell on the hearts of Li Mo and the others like the sound of war drums, and the two of them seemed to be pressed with a boulder on their chests, making it difficult to even breathe ordinarily.

"Roar," Li Heng transported the purple qi heavenly thunder to the limit, and roared violently, and the two sounds collided like a flood peak, and disappeared into invisibility in an instant.

Li Heng retreated with a muffled grunt as if he had been hammered in the chest, and the Yan family monk's magic could not continue to operate and had to be terminated. For a moment, the valley became extremely silent, and the snow could be heard.

After only two steps back, Li Heng recovered from the stunted blow and chuckled, "I really thought it was a ghost beast in the Nether Ghost Domain, but it turned out to be just a wisp of remnant soul. ”

"Hmph, against a cultivator in the Qi refining stage like you, the remnant soul is enough. The Yan family monk said contemptuously, he raised the thick black battle knife in his hand, and swung out a cloud of black flame and slashed at Li Heng.

Before the black flames fell, the cyan flying sword that had been gathering momentum for a long time shot into it like an arrow, piercing through the flames. The spirit and black flame were like fire and water, and instantly dissolved into a large hole.

Li Heng took advantage of the momentum to unleash his sword qi, enveloping the black flame, and the three herring fish took turns to go up, gnawing off most of the black flame in the blink of an eye.

Seeing that the black flame was consumed, the Yan family monk jumped violently, relying on the possession of the remnant soul of the beast, and directly crashed into the Qingmeng sword qi, swinging his sword and slashing.

In an instant, the stirring Qingmeng sword qi surged, causing the black flame to escape and return to the black sword of the Yan family monk.

"Dying earns. Looking at the miserable situation of the half black flame and the dying of life, the corners of Li Heng's mouth were lightly raised, he smiled coldly, and with a touch of green flame in his hand, dozens of herring fish turned out of thin air, surrounding the Yan family who fell into the sword aura.

In the valley, the screams of misery stood up, and the Yan family monks did not expect to recapture the black flame at all, but let themselves fall into danger.

"Break," he said abruptly, with a twist in his mouth.

A circle of black flames swept silently from him, spreading rapidly like ripples, and wherever he passed, the herring fish fell one after another. Li Heng didn't dare to frustrate his front lightly, and several magic shields flashed, cautiously blocking in front of him.

Seeing this, the Yan family monk laughed wildly and said, "The skill of carving insects also dares to sacrifice ugliness in front of the spiritual dafa." Die......"

"Hua," the magic trick in his mouth was obscure, the black war knife left his hand, floated up silently, and drank with both hands, the war knife turned into the appearance of a ghost guard, and walked slowly towards Li Heng.

Seeing that the ghost guard's body was like a mountain, Li Heng didn't move half a step, the green flame in his hand rotated backwards for half a circle, and the blue fish that fell into the snow immediately jumped up one by one.

"Impossible," the Yan family monk said in horror, the black flame released after he possessed the spirit, but he could break through the same level of spiritual art, this herring fish was just one drop more, why was the monk's spiritual blood so tenacious.

He didn't quite understand, and Li Heng didn't quite understand either, but he faintly felt that it seemed to have something to do with the Purple Qi Heavenly Thunder.

The herring fish that were stained with his blood were connected to his divine sense, and under the black flame, the herring fish was only cut off from him for a moment, and then returned to normal.

At this time, taking advantage of the opportunity to erupt, the Yan family monk was completely unable to resist it, plus the black flames in his body that were converted by the spirit possession technique, all of them were on the body of the Netherworld Ghost Guard, and there was no other way to disperse the herring fish.

In the blink of an eye, one of the Yan family monk's right legs turned into splinters all over the ground.