After seeing this woman's face clearly, Qin Chuan was taken aback, this woman was actually his fellow disciple, or the woman he knew, Mo Ziyun.

At this time, Mo Ziyun looked panicked, looking at the black-clothed man behind him in great horror, and his face showed a look of despair.

"Hehe, little beauty, why don't you run away, are you ready to commit yourself!" After a black cloud landed, a middle-aged man with a very ugly face appeared. This person looked at Mo Ziyun with a smile on his face, and his eyes were even brighter.

Qin Chuan swept it with his divine sense, and found that this person was actually a monk in the condensation stage, and he was also surprised in his heart, no wonder Mo Ziyun's woman was beaten and fled.

"If you dream, even if you die, I won't let you touch me. Mo Ziyun said with a resolute expression. At the same time, the magic weapon in his hand has been taken out, ready to fight with the other party.

When Mo Ziyun saw this scene, his little face turned pale with fright, and his hands holding the magic weapon were trembling. The middle-aged man was very scared when he saw Mo Ziyun, and smiled very happily, as if he had caught Mo Ziyun.

"Little beauty, look at where you are running this time, I sacrificed all the blood soul bowls, you can just grab them!" Hearing the arrogant cry of the big man, Mo Ziyun's face was ugly, and at this time he took out a white handkerchief and protected his whole body. Her two purple bracelets were also in front of her, and in her jade hands, she was already holding more than a dozen talismans.

But in Mo Ziyun's heart, she scolded the monk who stayed here just now, because she sensed that there was a fight here just now, so she rushed here. It was to ask the monks here for help, maybe then she still had a chance to live, but she didn't expect that after arriving here, this person would disappear. In the end, she was still left alone to deal with the demon cultivator in the condensation period, and at this time, her heart was unspeakably bitter.

At this time, Qin Chuan's face was very ugly, because the middle-aged man's blood soul bowl had too wide an attack range, not only attacking Mo Ziyun, but even he was affected.

"It's really a disaster, this woman will really cause trouble, it's not good to provoke anyone, but she provokes a monk in the condensation period, or a demon cultivator who cultivates the Demon Dao. Qin Chuan complained secretly.

In Qin Chuan's heart, although he was secretly scolding, the speed in his hand was not slow, and with a flick of his sleeves, six blue flying swords attacked the middle-aged man. At the same time, he also propped up a cyan light mask around his body, protecting himself and Mo Ziyun in it.

At this time, Qin Chuan helped Mo Ziyun deal with the demon cultivator, not because he liked Mo Ziyun and wanted to be a hero to save the beauty. It's that Qin Chuan didn't want to wait for Mo Ziyun to be killed, and then face a condensation stage demon cultivator alone. You must know that in the world of cultivating immortals, the strength of a cultivator who has cultivated the Demon Dao** will be stronger than that of a monk who cultivates average**, although Qin Chuan's strength is not weak, but he doesn't want to go head-to-head with a demon cultivator in the condensation stage.

The sudden change surprised both Mo Ziyun and Demon Cultivator. Seeing someone help him, Mo Ziyun was of course ecstatic, and he even had a feeling of the rest of his life.

But when he saw the faces of the visitors, she was not so happy.

"Qin Chuan, it's actually you. How could you hide here. Mo Ziyun asked with some surprise, but there was still some blame in his tone.

"Senior Sister Mo, I'll talk about this later, I'll join forces to deal with the demon cultivator in front of me first. Qin Chuan just said lightly, and then the law in his hand was constantly changing, and the flying sword in the air launched a stormy attack towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man, although he was a monk in the condensation stage, was still a little hurried in the face of Qin Chuan's sudden attack, after all, Qin Chuan's flying sword was not an ordinary magic weapon.

"Boy, you, a monk in the Qi refining period, dare to make a move on me, it's really impatient. After a while, I will definitely drain your soul. The middle-aged man looked at Qin Chuan and said with a fierce face.

"Hmph, drain your soul. You, a monk in the early stage of condensation, dare to say such a thing. It's you who is looking for death, in broad daylight, you actually dare to hunt down and kill the descendants of the Immortal Dao Sect, the impatient person who lives, it should be you, right!" Qin Chuan immediately counterattacked.

Seeing Qin Chuan, he launched an attack on this person, making the other party scramble. Mo Ziyun was unwilling to let go of such an opportunity to beat the water dog, and she hurriedly urged the purple light bracelet to attack the middle-aged Han magic weapon. Soon joined forces with Qin Chuan to fight the enemy.

The middle-aged man was a little helpless, and the blood soul bowl released was taken back by him, blocking the top of his head and protecting his whole body. Qin Chuan didn't expect that this Blood Soul Bowl was still a magic weapon that integrated attack and defense. Moreover, there was a strong bloody aura on the blood soul bowl, which could actually weaken the power of his flying sword, so that the sharp flying sword could not be spoken, Qin Chuan felt very aggrieved. And the same is true of Mo Ziyun's purple light bracelet.

"As long as we kill you without knowing it, who will know that I killed you. Boy, although your flying sword is sharp, it can't break my blood soul bowl. Taste the power of my Shura needle again. As he spoke, the middle-aged monk raised his hand, and dozens of small black needles as thin as cow's hair shot towards Qin Chuan.

The dense black needles suddenly attacked the black purple cloud white handkerchief magic weapon. It's just a moment's effort, and the white handkerchief is shining brightly, and it will be unbearable.

Seeing this scene, Qin Chuan's face turned pale, and he said to Mo Ziyun: "Senior Sister Mo, your mana is running out, so let's take down the magic weapon first! Saying that, Qin Chuan took out a turtle shell magic weapon that was as black as ink from the storage bag, and then sacrificed it to block the attack of the flying needle. At the same time, Qin Chuan actually withdrew his flying sword, and then actually crossed his knees.

Qin Chuan's actions made the middle-aged demon cultivator very strange, but Mo Ziyun guessed what Qin Chuan wanted to do, and she didn't talk nonsense.

After Qin Chuan sat down, he first took out a gourd and poured a sip of spiritual wine into his mouth. This wine is the Baihua Niang given to him by Gao Han, and it is a spiritual wine that can restore mana.

Then, he threw the gourd to Mo Ziyun and said, "Senior Sister Mo, this wine is a hundred flower girls brewed by my senior sister Gao, it can help you recover your mana, you block this person first, I need some time to cast a spell." ”

When Mo Ziyun heard that the gourd contained a hundred flowers, she was overjoyed, and hurriedly picked up the gourd and took a sip. But after drinking it, her face instantly turned red. Because the gourd that Qin Chuan gave her was just drunk by Qin Chuan, or drank it directly with her mouth. Thinking of this, Mo Ziyun wanted to spit out the spirit wine in his mouth, but as soon as he thought of the mana he was about to run out, he swallowed the spirit wine in his mouth, and then glared at Qin Chuan fiercely.

Baihua Niang really deserves her reputation, after drinking this wine, most of Qin Chuan's disappeared mana was restored. But he scratched his head, a little unable to understand Mo Ziyun's actions, looking at her appearance, he was obviously angry. I obviously gave her all the spiritual wine to restore mana. Why is this woman still angry? Qin Chuan was very puzzled, but looking at the means she used to attack the demon cultivator, it could be seen that this woman had sprinkled all her anger on the demon cultivator. Seeing this, Qin Chuan didn't bother to look for the reason.

There is also a top-level magic weapon and a high-grade magic weapon in front of him, and there is also the containment of Mo Ziyun on the front. Qin Chuan believed that in a short period of time, the Demon Cultivator would definitely not be able to hurt them.

The law in Qin Chuan's hand kept changing, and gradually a cyan flame appeared in front of him, and with the cyan flame emitted, the temperature around him suddenly became much higher. The shape of the flame kept changing in Qin Chuan's hand, and after a while, the flame turned into a cyan flame bird. The firebird was still in Qin Chuan's hand, stretching its feathers, looking very lazy.

"Strange fire, no, it's the natal demon fire of the demon beast. The middle-aged demon cultivator looked at the flame bird in Qin Chuan's hand and was very surprised.

Seeing the cyan bird flying towards him, the middle-aged monk didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly sent a part, and the Shura needle stabbed towards the flame bird. Then he was very surprised, because when the Shura needle attacked the cyan firebird, the sharp flying needle was actually burned into molten iron. Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man gasped.

Then the magic in its hand changed, its face was very solemn, and a large amount of blood suddenly appeared in the blood soul bowl in front of it, which made people feel disgusted. A large amount of blood-covered blood soul bowl, the blood soul bowl suddenly enlarged, and it covered the flame bird in an instant.

But after a while, the blood on the surface of the Blood Soul Bowl actually decreased a lot, and a large amount of black gas was bubbling.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man's face turned red, and he released the flame bird again, and then looked at Qin Chuan viciously.

The flame bird released has decreased a lot in size, and the aura on its body has also weakened a lot, and the flame bird seems to be about to dissipate.

"Boy, if you dare to destroy my treasure, I want you dead. The big man said fiercely.

After listening to the words of the big man, Qin Chuan's mouth gently spit out a word, "Burst." The flame bird suddenly burst in the air, and the blood soul bowl in the air was blown upside down and flew out at once. Qin Chuan's actions made the middle-aged man vomit blood angrily, he hurriedly took out two ghost head forks from the storage bag, and then looked at Qin Chuan with a sneer.

It was a top-grade magic weapon again, and a trace of determination flashed in Qin Chuan's eyes.

"We can't wait any longer, we have to do it quickly. Qin Chuan muttered. Then with one hand, a wooden box with a spirit talisman appeared in Qin Chuan's hand. (To be continued)