After drinking blood, the Qingyu Sword added a bit of dazzling redness, which was slightly hazy. The remaining two are just Yuanying cultivators, how dare they fight with Qingjian Zhenren, and hurriedly retreat.

Even if the two of them were just at their fingertips, Qingjian Zhenren didn't want to delay any longer and stepped into the well in one step. The cultivation of the people at the bottom of the well is slightly stronger than that of the people on the ground, but they are also extremely limited. It's just that the body is a swimming fish, and the water is more sensitive, so he enters the well.

At this moment, no matter how agile his movements are, in front of the Qingjian real person, how can he be lucky? This fish demon can only threaten the heart of the looking back well, as long as the real person of the green sword makes a rash move, he will immediately destroy the heart of the looking back well.

It's a pity that Qingjian Zhenren doesn't eat this set. Originally, the status of the retrospective well in the hearts of Qingjian Zhenren was not multiple, and he also beheaded this fish demon with a sword. As a result, this demon not only failed to destroy the heart of the well, but also died on the spot.

Blood gushed out, staining the well water a blood-red color. A round ball flew out of the fish demon's body, and the speed was extremely fast, and it fled outward. This bead is the fish demon Neidan, and it was grabbed by the real person of the green sword. The fish demon failed to escape, and another Yuan Infant came out of the Inner Dan and escaped for the second time.

Qingjian Zhenren's expression was indifferent, and a sword qi burst out from his fingertips, directly shattering the Yuan Infant and scattering it in the well water.

Back on the surface, the remaining two were besieged by a group of monks, long since they died. The white and tender fat man who died first, the demonic energy of the corpse has been dissipated, and he was told to Mengzhong by the Guihai Ke that he was really a hedgehog demon.

Seeing that all his subordinates were killed, Wen mermaid broke free from the clouds and left the Taoist. Cultivating to such a realm, it is too difficult to leave one person behind.

This murderous farce ended, but everyone was very depressed. In the eyes of most people, the demon cultivators are ready to move, and the rivers and lakes that have just returned to calm are about to start turbulence again.

Seeing that the well water was filthy, Liao Mian's expression was ugly. Looking back, the well water belongs to the most she takes, and it is basically used for alchemy. Now that the well water is stained with blood, and Qingjian Zhenren has not brought out the corpse at all, how can he still get water?

She suddenly swept up her aura, directly pumped out the well water, splashed it aside, and turned the aura, and washed the well inside and out three times to wash away a little bit of blood. But in this way, if you want to condense the Retrospective Immortal Dew again, you have to wait for several times the time. Maybe one jiazi, two jiazi, maybe longer.

To wait for such a long time, it can be said that this review of the well has been useful.

Bring back the corpse of the hedgehog demon to the tall and thin man's father, and give him an explanation. The old man faced the corpse of a hedgehog, and his anger was nowhere to be vented, so he had to sob, crying heartbreakingly. The old man is dying, and in front of the people of the world, he has no regard for face. For him, the other things have long been meaningless.

After all, this incident happened in the Blue Sprint Sect, and it was really a lax management of the Blue Sprint Sect, so it could only compensate for some spirit stones. The dead are gone, and there is no way to return to heaven. The blockade was lifted, and the returning sea guests left first, feeling comfortable.

After that, there were some polite words between the elders of their respective sects. Luo Jia didn't bother to listen, and had already flown to the medicine mountain. On the top of the mountain, Shi Lingxi was sitting cross-legged and cultivating, when he heard someone's voice, he opened his eyes and looked.

She stood up and saluted, "Disciple Shi Lingxi, I have seen Hall Master Luo. ”

Luo Jia said lightly: "You have been cultivating here today?"

Shi Lingxi immediately said respectfully: "Exactly." The master is not there, and the disciples do not dare to slack off, only the stupid bird flies first and cultivates diligently. ”

Luo Jia didn't ask any more, his eyes swept from under Shi Lingxi's feet, intentionally or unintentionally. Shi Lingxi's shoes are not new, they are dirty. The surface is still clean. If you have been to a forbidden place, there will be no dirt on the soles of your feet, only yellow sand and dust, and the uppers will never be so clean.

He turned away and did not pursue it any more. only regarded the matter of the forbidden land as a coincidence, but it was inevitable that there were still doubts in my heart.

Shi Lingxi compared his eyes again and continued to cultivate, extremely serious.

The nature was disturbed, and the feast ended in a sloppy manner. The guests left one after another, and the Blue Sprint Sect returned to peace. The masters of each hall reported that there were some things missing in the hall, even the ordinary books in the library were also missing, and they were still the manuscripts copied by the disciples when they were punished.

Together, these lost items are of little value. It is impossible for the demon cultivator to take some worthless things outside of such effort, and there must be a guest who took advantage of the fact that the Qingjian real person was dealing with the demon cultivator to steal.

Qingjian Zhenren shook his head slightly, there are many gentlemen on the surface of the world, and they don't know their hearts when they know people. When you don't see them, you never know how dark they are.

Zhang Cuihua left, leaving Qiu Yansheng alone, looking extremely lonely. Today was supposed to be his day of great joy, but instead of getting married, he died. At this moment, he couldn't help but be glad that Leng Xiao had left, and he didn't have to see his embarrassment at the moment.

Half a month later, Leng Xiao arrived at the Lanhui faction. Looking at the mountain gate of the Lanhui faction from a distance, there was a pitch-black wolf smoke, which seemed to be a little hideous.

Originally, the Blue Sprint Sect had elders who were resident in the Lanhui faction, who ate and drank well to worship, but later the Southern Regions changed, and the dead and wounded all left. Now the Lanhui faction can be said to be helpless.

Lan Hui Sect Forbidden Land Deep Pool, the Spirit Jiao King is a middle-aged man, dressed in black, with pitch-black lines on his exposed arms, neck, and cheeks, and he is walking like a worm, which is extremely fresh.

He held a woman in his hand and smiled indifferently: "There is no king in this river and lake, it is really boring." ”

The woman's face was pale, but her expression was extremely calm, and she didn't care about life and death. Outside the heavy water pool, Fang Yun fell to the ground, his breath was sluggish, seeing this scene, there was no other way but to sigh.

The five fingers of the Spirit Jiao King were closed, and a sword qi was slashed from the sky, leaving a blood mark on his wrist, and the strength of his fingertips immediately dissipated.

The woman raised her eyes and saw the person in the sky, her body trembled, and there was a touch of nostalgia flowing in the depths of her eyes, and she smiled unconsciously.

Leng Xiao's expression was slightly solemn, and there was a spiritual energy chain on the feet of the Spirit Jiao King, which was never loosened, extending to the place where the bottom of the pool was sealed. The seal has not been broken, he can already exert his Void Infant Cultivation, if he completely breaks free from the seal, Leng Xiao will definitely not be his opponent.

King Lingjiao looked Leng Xiao up and down a few times, and suddenly smiled: "Young man, this seat recognizes you." ”

His words were soft, his murderous aura was not obvious, but his movements were not slow at all, and he wanted to take Leng Xiao's life. As soon as the horned soldiers in Leng Xiao's hands appeared, the power of the green dragon suddenly made the Spirit Jiao King's body stunned, and a blazing light erupted in his eyes.

"Good sword!"

"Prizes. ”

Jiaolong has the same origin, and the horned soldiers undoubtedly have a fatal temptation for the spirit Jiao King. He wanted to move forward, but he was trapped by the aura chains and couldn't move forward. If it weren't for that, it is expected that Fang Yun and the others would not be able to survive to this day.

I don't know what kind of person sealed the Lingjiao King, Leng Xiao thought about it, when the Lingjiao King was in his heyday, his cultivation must be on par with the Qingjian real person, far from being comparable to ordinary distractions.

At this moment, the seal has not been completely broken, and he has been trapped for many years, his cultivation is weak, if he does not remove it at this moment, it will be even more difficult to get out in the future!

Leng Xiao's body shook, shattering the rippling aura on the Spirit Jiao King's body. A sword pointed towards the center of the Spirit Jiao King's eyebrows. The Spirit Jiao King suddenly poked out a finger, and the fingertip was pressed against the tip of the horned soldier's sword, and the finger was punctured and dented a few points, but it could not be broken.

The Lingjiao King seemed to be light and light, his eyes inadvertently revealed a fierce light, and his feet opened and closed a few points, implying the intention of stabilizing the plate.

Leng Xiao held the sword in his right hand, pressed his left hand on the palm edge of his right hand, and all the strength of his whole body fell on the tip of the sword, and his body was as light as a fallen leaf.

Fang Yun, who was originally depressed and fell to the side, was hot in the dantian at this moment, and the phantom of the Yuan Ying behind him rose up, as if he was in a fire, red and hot, and rushed behind Leng Xiao in an instant, and pressed his palm on Leng Xiao's back heart.

"Old man help you!"

There is aura gushing out, majestic like the sea, and the sound of the waves. Leng Xiao's body straightened a few more points, and he broke the barrier with one force, and clicked on the surface. The momentum of the long sword is gentle, like the surface of the lake is still, and at this moment it is like the lake overturning, and the edge can be compared to the sun and the moon in an instant.

"Hidden Blade Sword Qi!"

Leng Xiao took it with his hand, Mo Shuo pierced his fingers, and directly cut off the fingers of the Spirit Jiao King. Between the blood flowing, a strange scene was revealed.

Instead of being angry, the corners of the Lingjiao King turned into a weird smile. The blood that flowed from the severed finger did not drip a single bit, but all of it was attached to the body of the horned soldier's sword. The cyan long sword, covered with a touch of red at this moment, suddenly came out of his hand, and was played with by the Spirit Jiao King.

The flesh on the severed finger is intertwined, and it recovers as before in a breath. The Lingjiao King raised his finger and stroked the horned soldiers up and down, and the aura poured in. On the body of the sword, the faintly visible but incomparably smooth dragon scales suddenly stood up like barbs, turning the long sword into a cone, murderous.

He smiled coldly and said, "Young man, this sword is left in your hands, but it is really dusty," he suddenly raised the long sword, and there was a little madness in his expression, "This sword, it can be said that it is forged for this king, in the dark, it has its own fixed number, and it is not in vain that this king has been trapped for hundreds of years!"

He suddenly lowered his eyes on Leng Xiao, his tone calmed down for a moment, and asked, "What is the name of this sword?"

"Horned soldiers. ”

Leng Xiao's expression was always flat, and he spit out these two words from his mouth. The hands in the back of his heart trembled suddenly when he spit out these two words, a little relaxed and evasive.

"Horned soldiers?" the Spirit Jiao King chewed, shook his head slowly, and said, "This name has no edge, and it is not worthy of it." From now on, this sword will be called Jiaoyi. ”

Fang Yun was behind Leng Xiao, his eyes signaled Xia Kite to leave, Xia Kite only stood in place, stunned.

Leng Xiao said indifferently: "The word 'horn' is already the extreme, Jiaoyi? ”

He suddenly raised his hand, and the horned soldier with a layer of red suddenly broke free from the Spirit Jiao King's hand and stabbed straight into the Spirit Jiao King's chest. The Spirit Jiao King's eyes changed, and he raised his hand to shake it. The horned soldier burrowed in like a loach, and his palms were covered in dragon scales.

He ordered one hand to be held again, and the hand bloomed a dark brown like mud armor, and when he fought with the horned soldiers, there was a clanging sound. Seeing this, Fang Yun's eyes widened, and he hurriedly pressed his palm on Leng Xiao's back heart, and the aura poured in.

Leng Xiaoer pointed to the sky, his expression was calm, and he said slowly: "This sword is Leng Mou's sword. ”

A green light suddenly escaped from the long sword, shattering the blood-colored gloom to pieces. The Spirit Jiao King immediately made a decision, and with both hands to his side, he swung the long sword out. As soon as his body moved, he turned into the original form of a dragon, instantly making up the distance between him and Leng Xiao, and landed on Leng Xiao's chest.

Leng Xiao shook his hands and held one of the Lingjiao King's upper and lower sharp teeth, and stretched his mouth open. These sharp teeth seem to be cold and clear, like white jade, but they are rough and can be grasped.

The horned soldiers flew from a distance, and the sword qi slashed down wantonly. The scales on the Spirit Jiao King's body stood up and retracted, as if he had grabbed a few small fish, and the sword qi was sandwiched between the scales and crushed into crumbs.

The ground under Leng Xiao's feet sank into three points, and the storage cracked into dust. On his side, a sword suddenly lit up, and a silver-white long sword fell between the teeth of the Spirit Jiao King.

The Spirit Jiao King's eyes rolled and landed on Xia Kite, ignoring it at all. The light in his eyes seemed to be sneering.

"Sect Master Fang, go down to the bottom of the pool, break the altar!"

As soon as Leng Xiao said this, the Spirit Jiao King's eyes turned positive for a moment, and he looked at him and Fang Yun coldly. Fang Yun didn't hesitate for a moment, and immediately broke into the heavy water pool.

The Spirit Jiao King roared, and the dragon's head swayed violently. Leng Xiao's feet seemed to be rooted, motionless. The horned soldier suddenly landed on the Spirit Jiao King Tianling. On the cover of the heavenly spirit, between the dragon's horns, there is only a wisp of bald hair, and there is no protection.

Rao is like this, with the edge of the horned soldiers, it is difficult to break through the defense of the Spirit Jiao King. It's not that the horned soldiers are not sharp enough, but that Leng Xiao can't play its edge. At this moment, he could only shout, and with all his strength, the sword qi tore the bald hair, and broke a small gap in the thick skin of the Spirit Jiao King.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, as soon as this gap comes out, blood bursts out, and it pierces half an inch in an instant. A cold breath suddenly erupted from the mouth of the Spirit Jiao King, Leng Xiao let out a low roar, and the sword qi in front of him raged, like ten thousand swords sweeping, dispelling the cold.

Lingjiao King's pupils suddenly contracted, Leng Xiao's expression was slightly in a trance, and he shook his head suddenly, and his mind was clear. And at this moment, Xia Kite had already walked to the mouth of the Spirit Jiao King. The Spirit Jiao King seemed to sneer, only opening his mouth, waiting for the entrance of the prey.

Even if Leng Xiao held the mouth of the Spirit Jiao King, if Xia Yuanwu climbed into the throat of the Spirit Jiao King, he would be helpless.

"Summer Kite girl!" Leng Xiao suddenly snorted.

Xia Kite seemed to be able to hear it, his footsteps paused, he raised his head slightly, two tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and then stepped on the lips of the Spirit Jiao King and walked in.

Leng Xiao's eyes sharpened, his hands pushed up and down, jumped beside Xia Yuan, and pushed her out. The spirit Jiao King has two mouthfuls together.

Xia Kite fell to the ground, looking at the scene in front of her in confusion, her face showed a look of pain, her lips trembled, as if she was muttering, but it suddenly turned into a scream: "Leng Xiao!"

"Nothing. ”

A calm voice came from the mouth of the Lingjiao King, and the horned soldiers were erected in the mouth of the Lingjiao King, supporting Leng Xiao for a world. The cold light slowly receded. A snake-like creature poked out of the darkness, ready to roll up the cold.

Leng Xiao grabbed it and held the letter tightly in his hand. After withdrawing, he raised his hand and made a move, and the long sword was in his hands, and the two rows of sharp teeth of the Lingjiao King were closed, which inevitably hurt Xinzi. Seeing that he was on guard, the letter was not injured for a few points, Leng Xiao added another sword, and cut off the letter directly, and the blood couldn't stop.

Leng Xiao discarded half of the letter, with some disgust in his eyes, and his aura turned into water, barely washing away the filth on his hands. The Spirit Jiao King let out a roar, but he was unable to return to the sky, and his body was suddenly pulled back to the heavy water pool. Leng Xiao knew that Fang Yun had smashed the altar.