After Jing Ji shouted, suddenly, the six people spit out a dull word in unison:

"Om!"

The dim underground cave, suddenly a piece of golden light gushed out from the top of everyone's heads, the dark and damp breath in the air, in an instant, it was dispelled by the auspicious golden light, and he was wrapped in the golden light in the sky, it was like being in the Three Treasures Hall, so pure, so peaceful, the three demons and the tiger felt that the warmth was breeding from his heart, and it spread throughout his body in an instant, and he was so comfortable that he couldn't help but exhale softly. The sky was full of golden light, as if guiding the lost lamb of the world to the golden avenue of the Western Heaven Elysium, and he couldn't help but feel like he was throwing himself into the ground.

In comparison, Zi'er is much better, after all, her cultivation is more than a star and a half higher than the three demon spirit tigers, although she also feels that the sky full of golden rays is very comfortable and comfortable on her body, but that's all, she looked at the strange expressions on the three demon spirit tigers' faces full of confusion but intoxication, and couldn't help but smile, and said: "The little monk's cultivation is not high, but the six-character mantra is not satisfactory when used to illuminate and drive away the cold, look, how comfortable this golden light is for the little tiger." ”

When the six monks heard this, they were all shocked, and they were so angry that they almost didn't slow down in one breath, and the six-character mantra that had been cast halfway through it died, and they hurriedly closed their eyes and guarded their minds, and did their best, no matter what the other party said.

Zi'er is a purple bamboo demon with more than 5,000 years of cultivation, she has dozens of ways to break the six-character mantra of six people, even if she uses mana to forcibly break it, it is just a gesture for her, however, she suddenly had the idea of having a good time, and is not in a hurry to break their six-character mantra, but seeing that she is smiling again, Qianqianyu slowly took out the small and delicate purple fairy flute and put it on her lips, ten fingers lightly buckled, and suddenly blew out several accents, the three demon spirit tigers were shocked on the spot, and a pair of tiger eyes instantly restored their clarity, and the six people on the opposite side felt like thunder, a buzz in their heads, and a body of Buddha power dissipated for three pointsThe six golden Buddha statues above his head that seemed to tear the space retracted his outstretched head silently, and the sky was full of golden light, and it suddenly dimmed.

Zi'er put down the purple fairy flute, raised her willow eyebrows at the three demon spirit tigers who were looking around, and said ostentatiously: "Little tiger, how is it, isn't the purple woman very powerful?"

The Three Demon Spirit Tiger was secretly embarrassed, nodded and said, "Amazing!" He suddenly pointed to the top of his head, made a frightened expression, and said, "That golden Buddha, here it is again." ”

Zi'er raised her head, and sure enough, the six golden Buddha statues drilled out of the void again, but they looked weak.

'Buzz!'

She smiled again, not in a hurry, slowly put the purple fairy flute to her lips, ten fingers moved lightly, and suddenly an accent burst open, but saw a faint purple halo vibrating around like ripples, and the six golden statues above her head touched the halo, as if the innocent child touched the boiling water, and instantly retracted his head, and the six monks who cast the spell shook their whole bodies again, and the corners of their mouths overflowed with blood.

The three demon spirit tigers secretly gave a thumbs up on the side, Zi'er's hand, the end of the mystery is endless, the magic is vast, although it prevented the golden Buddha statue from breaking out of the sky, but it did not interrupt the six monks to cast spells. At this time, they are probably children riding on tigers, and they can't get up and down, and they don't know how uncomfortable they are. He secretly measured in his heart, such a mysterious and infinite supernatural power, he would never be able to do it, maybe he could also break the six-character mantra of the six people, after all, the cultivation between them is comparable, but it is definitely violent destruction, slapping the spell caster to death with a stick, playing with the other party in applause like her, he is afraid that he will not be able to do it even if he cultivates for another five thousand years.

Big monster, Purple Woman is definitely an amazing big monster!

The three demons and spirit tigers thought about it, looked at Zi'er's eyes, and couldn't help but bring seven points of worship, as for the remaining three points, it was outright fear.

Even Ling Xuan, who put all her thoughts on Jingchen, couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at her, she said that she only had more than five thousand years of cultivation, but this move, I'm afraid it's far more than that, right?

Perhaps, Zi'er continuously blew out several accent syllables with terrifying power that woke up Jingchen, but seeing that his whole body was shocked, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body was shaky, Ling Xuan hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him, and couldn't help but be happy, and said, "Senior Brother Jingchen!"

Jingchen waved his hand and said, "Senior brothers, it's enough...... That's enough. ”

Jingji and the others were already shocked by Zi'er's accent syllables that seemed to have the power of the soul, and they had already suffered varying degrees of minor injuries, and they finally understood that this woman's cultivation was not something they could match, and the reason why she was forcibly supported was just for a face, if the six of them joined forces and were defeated by the other party so easily, the Wuliang Temple would lose face. At this time, seeing that Jingchen woke up and told them to stop, they just found an excuse, so they went down, pinched several Buddha seals again and again, and the golden light in the sky dissipated into invisibility, and the entire underground cave was immersed in darkness and dampness in an instant, eerie and terrifying, the three demons and spirit tigers looked around, and couldn't help but shudder.

Jingji waited for the six monks to breathe for a while, and after feeling a little better, they all came around, and saw that although Jingchen's face was slightly pale, but it was not a big problem, they all put down the big stone in their hearts, and Jingji said: "Senior brother, you are fine, great." ”

Jingchen smiled sadly and said: "The little monk has been cultivating Buddha for more than 20 years, and he regards himself as pure and pure, has no desires and no desires, and has a stable Buddha's heart, but he is so vulnerable that he almost let the demon destroy his cultivation, and he is really ashamed." ”

He turned to Zi'er, respectfully performed a namaste, and said: "Thank you for the help of the heroine, if it weren't for the heroine's shocking flute that woke up the little monk, the little monk is afraid that the Buddha's heart will be destroyed, and he will fall into the devil's path, and there will be no return." ”

Zi'er smiled: "You're welcome, the little monk is not bad-hearted, and he is a friend of his brother, so I naturally want to save you." ”

Jingji and a few others didn't know why, and couldn't help but look at her strangely, her flute sound, when it came to their ears, it was like a magic sound asking for life, and somehow helped Jingchen?

Outsiders may not know, but Jingchen is very clear, Zi'er's flute seems to be selectively attacked or assisted, those few accents into the ears of Jingji and other six people, naturally comparable to the sound of the devil, but into the ears of Jingchen, it is so pleasant, like the sound of heaven, the flute tightly protects his heart, not to be invaded by external forces, he has just regained a trace of clarity, and got rid of the bitter entanglement of the demons.

In any case, Jingchen was in danger, Ling Xuan was really happy for him, but after this incident, he had already deeply understood that immortals and demons could not coexist, not only because of the prejudice of thousands of years, but also because of the principle of mutual restraint mixed in, and his heartfelt words, although they were unintentional words, but also brought danger to Jingchen, which seemed to illustrate this, and he deeply blamed himself for it.

He let go of Jingchen imperceptibly, quietly retreated to the side, his expression was gloomy, he bowed his head and was silent, Jingchen couldn't help but look at him strangely, but he didn't say anything.

At this moment, in the darkness behind everyone, a tender voice suddenly came, and when you listen to it, you can feel that the person who speaks is as gentle as if you have no bones, and said: "Hehe, the slave family thought that they could watch a good show, but it was so ridiculous." ”

Everyone looked back in amazement, but saw a beautiful woman curling in from the darkness, she was wearing a thin, short dress and short skirt, revealing most of her hot body, the slender pair of beautiful legs and the slender waist that was held in a slender hand, as white as a beautiful jade, such a dress, bold and charming, coupled with her beautiful appearance, like a hot rose blooming in the dark, so tempting. Behind her, there were more than a dozen equally enchanting women, all of whom were very beautiful, but compared to her, they were overshadowed.

Seeing this woman, Ling Xuan and Jingchen exclaimed in surprise, "Yan Ruoyi!"

The person who came was Yan Ruoyi, a disciple of Feng Jiuniang of the Ji Fantasy Sect, but when she walked to stand three feet away from everyone, a pair of charming eyes implied autumn water, looked at Jingchen affectionately, and said: "Isn't it the slave family, little monk, I haven't seen you for many years, do you miss the slave family?"

After that, she gently pursed her red lips and made a look of all kinds of grievances, as if the Yiren, who had suffered from lovesickness, finally saw the lover in her heart again, and said: "The slave family misses you very much." ”