"Transformation Martial Arts!" Yan Wuxian, Rong Chengzi, and Gu Zhan looked shocked, and Mo Liuli and Ye Feixia also showed a hint of discoloration in their eyes.

If it was a monk who used the magic phase to attack, this was understandable, but they couldn't imagine that Ying Yi's kind of martial arts could use such a powerful transformation martial art, and what they didn't expect was that Song Si, whose realm was one level lower than Ying Yi, actually took it.

According to Yun Mengxing, Song Si's true yuan is still incomplete, which is even more incredible. It was difficult for them to estimate how strong this Demon Dao cultivator was, and their disdain for Song Si naturally put away.

Yan Wuxian glanced at Song Si, who was healing, and then glanced at Ye Feixia, who had an arrogant face. In normal times, he would inevitably kill him under the pretext of destroying demons and defending the Dao, and by the way, seize his cultivation method.

It's a pity that there are four people watching now, and he can't do it openly. The most important thing is that Song Si dared to sit down and heal in front of everyone, maybe there were still any hole cards that had not been revealed, so he decided not to startle the snake for the time being.

On the other side, Yun Meng, who was seriously injured and far away, woke up and escaped into a desert with a mouthful of bruises, he was trembling all over at the moment, the blood flowing from the wound sometimes dissolved, sometimes frozen, and the white mist was steaming around him.

"It's such a powerful cold poison, this seat will definitely kill you!" Yun Mengxing trembled and swallowed several pills, sank into the sand, and began to heal.

When his injuries recovered, Yun Mengxing decided to pit some righteous paths to get rid of this damn demon cultivator.

Half a day later, Song Si's injuries recovered to the eighth floor, and Zhenyuan also recovered to about the fifth layer again. Opening his eyes, Song Si stood up and expressed his doubts about this situation.

According to his previous experience, if he was seriously injured like this, he would have to recuperate for at least a week or so, perhaps because this place was the Qinglian Immortal Palace.

Song Si was no longer puzzled, and walked towards Yan Wuxian with a lantern and asked, "When will you leave?"

Yan Wuxian was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Song Si to recover from his injuries so quickly, put away the folding fan and slapped it in the palm of his hand and said, "Let's go now." ”

"Fellow Daoists, please!" said without a word, and took the lead in walking forward, "Daoist Gu Zhan, among us, you have the highest way of formation, and we will see Daoist friends later." ”

"No problem. Gu Zhan smiled, then took out a gossip plate, and entered several spiritual tips, only to see the pointer suddenly turn, and finally pointed to a direction, "Fellow Daoists, here." ”

Yan Wuxian smiled embarrassedly, turned to follow Gu Zhan, and it didn't take long for the group to follow Gu Zhan, and they came to a splendid palace, and before they had time to appreciate how immortal this hall was, everyone was stunned by the stone tablet in front of the door.

On the stele is written in cursive two lines: "The level here is not good, this seat has been demolished, and you don't have to thank you." "Settle down, good people of the Moral Sect.

"Good person of the Daode Sect?" Song Si felt that this person's brain was a little open, and he actually dismantled the test level set by the Qinglian Sword Immortal for the juniors, is this a good thing or a bad thing?

Perhaps the most amazing thing is that this good person of the Daode Sect was able to erase the handwriting left by the Qinglian Sword Immortal on the stone tablet, I don't know how high this person's cultivation realm is?

"It's special. Mo Liuli commented, then walked into the main hall alone with his sword and disappeared.

Yan Wuxian's hand clenched the folding fan instantly, the murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and gently looked at Ye Feixia and invited, "Fellow Daoists, let's go in too." ”

Song Si sneered in his heart, showing the style of a gentleman in front of the people of Xianjing City, but in Murong Chen's Prince's Mansion, he was obviously an indiscriminate hypocrite, but he still had to perform so hard to maintain his image, it was really funny.

However, Song thought that if Yan Wuxian knew that Mu Weiming was him, his expression of wanting to kill would be very exciting.

With a speechlessness for the good person of the Daode Sect, the five of them entered the fourth palace world, and Mo Liuli really disappeared at this moment.

As soon as she landed, Ye Feixia didn't even leave a greeting, and left directly, it seemed that she was already very dissatisfied with Yan Wuxian. After all, as proud as she is, how can she tolerate a hypocritical person who keeps peeking in.

"It's possible to fly here, so the two of us will take our leave. Two Taoist friends, please!"

However, after a few moves, Song Si will transform into a powerful martial arts cultivator who is full of coldness. Gu Zhan felt that it was too dangerous to team up with such a terrifying Demon Dao cultivator, and when he saw Ye Feixia leave directly, he immediately resigned.

Rong Chengzi nodded in agreement, he always felt that something was wrong with Yan Wuxian, especially after Song Si appeared in the team. The instinct for danger is something that the ascetics never dare to ignore, and their lives are at stake.

After that, Rong Chengzi and Gu Zhan stood up with their swords and flew into the distance. After a few breaths, the two disappeared from view.

Yan Wuxian smiled gently: "Seekers, I don't know if I can continue to team up?"

"Yes. Song Si said coldly with the lantern.

Yan Wuxian was overjoyed in his heart, but as soon as he summoned the flying sword, he saw that Song Si was actually preparing to walk, and he couldn't help but be extremely depressed: "Fellow Daoist, your flying sword?"

"Nope. ”

His expression fell, and he was completely depressed, but if he left Mu Weiming like this, it would be more difficult to snatch his cultivation technique. But if he doesn't leave, he will have to waste a lot of resources out of thin air, and the many spiritual materials in front of him will be equivalent to giving them away. Or, just kill directly, while Mu Weiming has not fully recovered.

Just as Song Si was about to walk directly, the void ripples behind him spread, and six Daoists entered the Fourth Palace World.

"Friends, this person killed Situ Daoyou and Liu Daoyou, and took away the purple jade bamboo, the spiritual material of heaven and earth. When Xuanming Dao saw Mu Weiming, he was overjoyed and angry, and immediately sacrificed his flying sword and suspended it in front of him, with a cold light flickering.

Hearing what Xuanming Daoist said, the five Daoist people sacrificed magic weapons at the same time and besieged Song Si in a fan shape. The Purple Jade Bamboo, one of the spiritual materials of heaven and earth, was enough for them to exchange for hundreds of years of cultivation resources if they were given a few leaves.

"What are you?" asked without saying anything, but still pretending to be concerned. Unexpectedly, Song Si still had such a heavenly treasure as Ziyuzhu, and he must not let go of this kind of anti-heavenly opportunity.

"Are you an accomplice of this demon?" the red-faced Taoist with a tiger-faced beard shouted.

Yan Wuxian scolded this group of stupid Taoists in his heart, he was just going through the motions, why bother to force each other like this?

With a smirk smile, he unfolded his folding fan: "Fellow Daoists, this Mu Weiming Daoist is a teammate who teamed up with me to pass the third palace world before, and the team will be disbanded after this here. So, fellow Daoists, please take care of it. ”

Since you want to fight, then go to fight to the death, and when both are defeated, the supreme magic trick is his, and Ziyuzhu will also be his, why not?

Thinking of this, Yan Wuxian put away the folding fan and retreated far away, pretending to be unconcerned and hanging high.

Completely ignoring the words of the profit, the thin-faced and long-bearded Taoist snorted coldly: "Fellow Daoists, what are you waiting for?

The bright light turned on, Song Si's right hand was placed on the jade pole of the lantern, and he looked at the six people coldly, never leaving his hand behind those who wanted to kill him.

Seeing Song Siming's lamp on, Xuanming Daoist exclaimed: "Fellow Daoists, be careful of his lamp!"

It's a pity that before everyone could take precautions, the dazzling white light had already annihilated the six people in an instant.

"The Frosty Demon. ”

However, in an instant, except for the red-faced Daoist and Xuanming Daoist who were the first to close their eyes and retreat, the other four people all turned into ice sculptures, and the bright light in Song Si's hand flashed, and the four Daoists suddenly burst into a pile of ice slag, and died on the spot.

Seeing this situation, Yan Wuxian shuddered in his heart, and then he knew how powerful Wu Xiuyun Mengxing, who could fight so many moves with Mu Weiming, was.

"Chen Daoyou, Liu Daoyou, Qin Daoyou, Lu Daoyou!"

The red-faced Taoist was furious, holding the spirit pen void talisman, forming a formation under his feet, gathering the majestic aura of heaven and earth.

"Heaven and earth are yellow, yin and yang. Quelou stomach pleiades, Bi Ji and ginseng. The blood book spirit rune, the true spirit is looking forward to. Haste as a law!"

After reciting the incantation, the red-faced Taoist smashed a little essence blood into the talisman array, and the talisman array stirred, and the earth-shattering momentum exploded instantly, shocking the Quartet.

When the panic was undecided, a white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes rushed out of the talisman array, roaring the mountains and forests, splitting the sky and splitting the ground, and directly towards Song Si to kill.

Song Si shifted his shape and changed his shadow, holding a lamp in his left hand, the light flickered, dissolving the strength of the secret attack, and his right palm waved, palming two instruments, and three palms fired in succession, and he actually knocked the white tiger several feet away.

The white tiger roared, the steel tail was cut, the gravel was cut to the ground, and when Song Si was dodging, he came to kill again.

Seeing that the great enemy was entangled by the white tiger, Xuanming Dao people moved their hearts, and the flying sword was sacrificed, entangled Mu Weiming's left hand with the lantern, in case he used the sudden light to plot again. At the same time, he secretly hid a Gengjin Thunder in his hand, ready to make a secret plan at any time.

This Gengjin Thunder was given by the master of Xuanming Dao to save his life, if he was against the enemy, it would be absolutely no problem to kill two or three Jindan late-stage cultivators who only turned on the golden light of the body, not to mention Mu Weiming, who had not yet reached the Jindan stage?

It's just that right now, if Geng Jinlei explodes at such a close distance, it will be difficult for him to survive, so he doesn't dare to use it directly.

"Cold Purple Lamp!"

Song Si gradually became helpless in the face of the siege of the red-faced Daoist and the Xuanming Daoist, and now his injuries have not fully recovered, and the true yuan is less than five layers, so if it continues like this, the situation will be very unfavorable.

Flying the flying sword of the White Tiger and the Xuanming Daoist again, Song Si approached the red-faced Daoist at a distance of ten zhang, but was instantly entangled by the flying sword of the unbeatable White Tiger and the Xuanming Daoist again.

Sensing Song Si's intention to kill the red-faced Daoist, Xuanming Daoist poured a bottle of Huiyuan Dan into his mouth, lifted the twelve layers of mana throughout his body, and commanded the flying sword to attack Song Si wildly.

For a while, Song Si was confined to the same place, and it was difficult to move forward.

Seeing that the fighting methods of the two sides fell into a stalemate, Yan Wuxian stared at Mu Weiming's back, sneered in his heart, and a small blood-silver flying sword appeared in the palm of his hand, and the sword spit slightly.

Now's the perfect time for him to make a move!