The lich didn't even look at the pamphlet on the ground, his eyes were glued to the voodoo storage bag, and he said disdainfully: "This is what it should be, what the ancestor said, you should be a fart for him!"

"You." She was about to get angry, but after looking at the witch queen, she still endured the anger in her heart.

Her patience was not because the realm of the old madman was several levels higher than her, but because she remembered what the Heavenly Witch Ancestor had said.

Time seemed to stand still, and everyone on the school field didn't even dare to get out of the atmosphere, and in the end, the voodoo who was at war with heaven and man in his heart took out a small box from the storage bag and threw it at the lich with all his might.

To give or not to give, the two ideas kept clashing, and in the end, righteousness prevailed over selfishness.

The lich waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go, it's okay, it's all family, you're welcome." ”

This scene made everyone dumbfounded, twenty years, a whole twenty years, Wu Tang has never been so proud. And today, the old madman actually let the voodoo leave with the two injured doormen, which made everyone look down on the people in the witch hall.

The reaction to voodoo was not strange to the witch spirit, who had already experienced it once, but what made her strange was the last complicated look in the voodoo before leaving.

Combined with the attitude of the ancestor and the words of her mother, she felt that Wu Qiutian's identity was definitely not simple.

After the lich stuffed the pamphlet and box into the witch's arms, the lich laughed and left. However, he didn't use flying to read the novel ybdu, but to walk, so after a long time, his rampant laughter remained on the school field.

Wu Qiutian tucked the booklet into his arms, took out the box and looked at the contents, which was an inconspicuous green moth. When the box opened, it didn't fly away, and a pair of small eyes stared at Wu Qiutian with black eyes.

When the witch spirit saw the little moth, he was overjoyed: "What a cute little moth." As he spoke, he reached out to tease the green moth.

Wu Qiutian snapped the lid on the box: "Be careful of poison, don't ask me if I'm injured, it seems that I'm not as good as a moth." ”

The tone was extremely tasteful, and Wu Ling pouted: "Who are you, who are you! ”

"Huh!" Wu Qiutian was furious, and turned away from the witch spirit.

The two walked towards Tianxian Peak in silence, and on the way, Wu Ling couldn't help but be curious, and pulled Wu Qiutian and asked, "You shouldn't just be an ordinary disciple of the Outer Mountain Sect, is your family very rich?" Or is your master your own father?"

Seeing that Wu Qiutian ignored him, Wu Ling stabbed him hard with his elbow: "Tell me about it!"

Wu Qiutian said helplessly: "Grandma, I am really not a descendant of a wealthy businessman, nor am I the son of a master, so don't ask so much." ”

Wu Qiutian himself is not completely clear about his life experience, and even if he is completely clear, there are some things that are not easy to tell Wu Ling.

Wu Ling wrinkled his little nose in dissatisfaction: "Stingy!"

Seeing that her puffing appearance was so cute, Wu Qiutian couldn't help but reach out and pinch her nose. Wu Ling stepped back suddenly, Xiu's face flushed, and he whispered, "What are you doing!"

The hand stopped awkwardly in the air, the smooth touch still lingering on the fingertips. Wu Ling ran away quickly, looking at the little back in the distance, Wu Qiutian showed a sweet smile on his face.

In the secret room of the Xianmen, Wu Qiu Tianzheng was intently looking at the booklet given by voodoo, which recorded the refining methods of countless poisonous insects, and also recorded the refining methods of tens of thousands of highly toxic drugs.

Hao's wrists are like snow, his hands are like jade, and the slap on Wu Qiutian's shoulder is far from being as wonderful as it seems, and when he slaps it down, Wu Qiutian feels a hot pain on his shoulder. When I looked back, I saw a smile on the witch spirit's face.

has been getting along for a while, and the two sides have gradually become familiar from strangers, and the witch spirit pretended to be dissatisfied: "Why, look at your expression, I am not welcome!"

Wu Qiutian smiled bitterly: "You come, I welcome with both hands and feet, but next time, can you not be surprised, it almost scared me to death." ”

Wu Ling snatched the scroll in his hand: "Go, go out with me, read books every day, and don't be afraid of becoming a nerd." ”

Wu Qiutian stretched out his hand to grab it, but Wu Ling ran fast, and it was too late for him to snatch the book back. I had to pat the dust off my body and follow the footsteps of the witch spirit and walk outside.

During this time, Wu Qiutian was cultivating most of the time, but every time as long as the witch spirit came, he would put down his cultivation and play crazy with the witch spirit.

As they got to know each other better, they knew more about each other, and she knew that he was not a weak and incompetent coward, and he knew that she was not as cold as she seemed.

After another day of madness in the mountains, Wu Qiutian dragged his exhausted body back to the secret room, and as soon as he sat down, he immediately felt that something was wrong.

The witch breath in the dantian was no longer running in an orderly manner, but became disordered in an instant, he quickly sat down cross-legged, stabilized his mind, and carefully guided the witch breath to run according to the original trajectory.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the witch breath back on track, and the meridians had been damaged in many places after the constant impact of the witch breath. This is a sign of a breakthrough, but unlike previous breakthroughs, this time it came very violently.

Wu Ling's face turned pale with a smile, and after wiping the beads of sweat for Wu Qiutian a few times, she ran out of the secret room quickly.

Wu Qiutian's body was trembling constantly, and he had reached a critical juncture at this time. The sixth floor of the human level can be regarded as the saddest juncture of the human level. Rush over and ascend to the sky in one step, and it will not appear again until the ninth layer hits the ground level.

Once you can't rush through, you will rebuild the fifth layer at the least, or you will die with all the meridians shattered and exploded.

Generally speaking, when a disciple hits the sixth layer, it is always the master who protects the Fa, however, Wu Qiutian, who is in the Immortal Hall, can only impact by himself.

The thick witch breath in the lower abdomen was condensed into a needle by Wu Qiutian, and the small cyclone in the abdomen kept circling.

Cautiously pricked the remaining membrane in his abdomen with the tip of the needle, and the tingling sensation made his muscles bulge violently, and his face was red. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept pouring out of his forehead and dripping onto his black tights because of his temptation.

Soon, he was soaking wet. And the membrane that must be broken through in the abdomen is still between the five and six layers of the cyclone.

The witch breath dissipated and turned into a cloud again, and the strange thing was that no matter how much the cloud-like witch breath touched the barrier, it would not feel any pain. And once the witch breath is condensed, as long as it touches the barrier, the pain turns back and follows.

Wu Qiutian's mood was very nervous, he knew that he didn't have much time, if a stick of incense couldn't break through, he would face the result of breaking the gong.

Trying to calm down and look inwardly at the dantian, he carefully observed the laws of the movement of the barrier. The dispersed witch breath made his belly warm, and suddenly his spirit froze, and he suddenly condensed the witch breath around the barrier into a clump, and rushed towards the barrier.

With a snort, the membrane burst in response, and the intense pain swept through his body, and his spirit immediately relaxed, but he didn't expect the relaxation of his spirit after the severe pain, but the breath in his body was uncontrollable and scurrying around.

Wu Ling pulled Wu Xianyun to appear at the door of the secret room at the right time, seeing Wu Qiutian trembling all over, fine black blood overflowing from the pores around his body, Wu Xianyun's face was cold, he rushed a few steps, and slapped Wu Qiutian on the shoulder with one palm.

Wu Xianyun's hand was bounced away, Wu Qiutian fell directly to the ground, and Wu Ling pleaded anxiously: "Mother, save him quickly." ”

A puddle of black scum had piled up on the ground, emitting a foul smell, and Wu Xianyun couldn't help but stretch out his wrist to cover his nostrils.

At the urging of Wu Ling, the slender jade fingers put on Wu Qiutian's wrist, and she was surprised to find that Wu Qiutian was now a cultivator of the eighth layer, and a steady stream of witch breath was surging in his limbs.

Wu Xianyun, whose face gradually became solemn, tentatively sent sword intent into Wu Qiutian's body, but there was a force in Wu Qiutian's body that made her feel palpitations that directly blocked all sword intent.

She was a little unwilling, and continued to increase the delivery of sword intent, the sword intent broke through the dantian wrapped in witch breath, and it was about to reach the center of the dantian, and the scattered witch breath suddenly condensed into a group, tearing Wu Xianyun's sword intent like a sharp sword.

Her hand was shaken open, and her internal breath was disturbed, and she swallowed the blood that came to her mouth, took a few steps back, and her face turned pale.

Immediately, I saw that Wu Qiutian's face was gradually restored to ruddy, as if it was as white and tender as a baby, and the powerful witch breath was running on his body, and the trajectory of his operation was clearly visible.

Seeing this, Wu Ling hurriedly supported Wu Xianyun and asked with concern, "Mother, are you okay?"

Wu Xianyun was shocked in his heart, but he was silent on the surface, waved his hand and said: "It's okay, he was blessed by misfortune this time, not only was he not harmed, but he directly broke through to the eighth layer of the human rank." ”

In order to hide the fact that he was already injured, Wu Xianyun's left hand kept covering his mouth. Wu Ling also said that his mother hated the stench of this place, but he didn't think much about it.

After saying a few casual words, Wu Xianyun left quickly, her actions just now had already caused her a lot of internal injuries.

That witch breath is extremely domineering, and when it is at its strongest, it has a power comparable to the third layer of the earth level. Unguarded, even if she had the strength of the fifth layer of the ground level, she was still injured by that incomparably powerful witch breath.

As soon as Wu Xianyun returned to his room, he immediately picked up the sound transmission stone to transmit the sound, and after a while, a voice came from the other end: "What's the matter!"

Wu Xianyun brought the original Tao that he had seen with his own eyes, and after listening to it, the person on the other end muttered for a long time before saying, "Find a chance to let them go out, and then, you don't have to worry about it." ”

When he opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but the other end had already cut off contact.

Angry, he left the sound transmission stone on the ground, and only after the anger subsided did he pick up the sound transmission stone from the ground again. Wu Xianyun gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Sooner or later, one day, I will make you pay." ”

On the other side, as soon as Wu Qiutian in the secret room opened his eyes, a foul smell immediately penetrated his nostrils, and he couldn't help retching: "Wu Ling, are you farting!"

Holding his breath, he looked back, only to see Wu Ling's eyes with tears, looking at him angrily, his eyes full of disgust.

Only then did he realize that the stench was coming from himself, and he ran out of the secret room as fast as a frightened rabbit.