Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

"Sima Chengfeng, show me your real means. Can you scratch my master's itch with this sword energy?"

The young man in black was motionless, standing in the air surrounded only by the light of blood-red flames.

The young man in white clothes said nothing, and held the white bead tightly in his right hand. After a moment, the whole palm emitted white light, which became brighter and brighter.

"go with!"

The young man in white threw the white bead forward. The white bead flashed and disappeared. The next moment, a white forbidden light enveloped the young man in black.

"Sima Chengfeng, even if you use such a treasure to trap me, what can you do? Bloody Demonic Flame Body Protector, what ability do you have to hurt me?"

The young man in black was leisurely watching the actions of the young man in white opposite him, but a blood-red light from his hands merged into the blood-red flames all over his body. The blood-red flames became more like substance, almost covering up the figure in black inside.

"Hmph! Even if you use the secret technique of the Blood Spirit Body, what can you do? I'm afraid you won't be able to escape from this sect's Phantom Spirit Pearl."

"Oh! Is it true that this young master, bathed in bloody demonic flames and self-destructing, cannot destroy this spiritual bead?"

"How many more times can you use the magic flame to self-destruct?"

The young man in black, who was vaguely visible in the blood-red flames, had wandering eyes at this time, but he laughed loudly and said: "I will not fall for you, Sima Chengfeng. If you have the ability, attack in. Otherwise, someone will just adjust his breath." After a while, we fought two fierce battles, which really consumed a lot of money!”

The young man in black was actually surrounded by the restriction of the white bead. He closed his eyes and rested his mind. However, the blood-red flames all over his body were extremely solid and did not reduce by half.

Seeing this, the young man in white frowned, but he hung the white sword back to his waist with his left hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and made no other movements. The two of them came to a standstill.

At this time, the monks around the square were watching the excitement, but they saw that the two men had just made a few moves, but then they started to confront each other again, and they couldn't help but feel bored.

A man shouted: "Keep fighting! Why did you stop?"

"Yes, everyone is watching."

"It's really boring. Didn't these two sects have a lively fight in the East China Sea? Dozens of Jindan monks died. How come this is the case in this imperial city conference?"

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The Lord of the Seventh Palace smiled at this time and said: "Now it seems that what Senior Xiaoyao said is exactly what he said. Murong Yu of the Blood Demon Sect still has some tricks to use, otherwise Qingchen of the Sanqing Sect wouldn't have trapped him and would still be so afraid. ”

Ji Lingyu looked at the white light curtain and asked in confusion: "What is this Fantasy Soul Pearl? Can it trap a monk who is more than ten miles away and unable to escape?"

The Lord of the Seventh Palace smiled and said: "It is a kind of ancient treasure. The ancient monks banned the powerful formations and simplified the refining treasures. Generally, they are trapping formations, illusion formations and other protective formations. Moreover, the refining method has been lost. ”

Ji Lingyu murmured: "There is such an ancient treasure! It seems that Murong Yu of the Blood Demon Sect has not even used a magic weapon. He has defeated two people purely by his own skills. Is it possible that he is leaving a powerful treasure to catch him by surprise?"

The Lord of the Seventh Palace shook his head and said: "I don't know. This person is so domineering with the blood demon flames. He may not need powerful treasures. The more treasures the better for high-level monks. Many of them are simply useless." , There are very few treasures that can be matched with one's own skills, especially for magic monks. Treasures that can be matched with magic skills are extremely rare, but the evil way and the ghost way can refine many evil things that are useful to them. "

Ji Lingyu nodded. He didn't have any treasures to use with his body-refining magic skills. He didn't even have a magic weapon. The only ancient fire-type treasure was given to him by the woman in front of him.

After a pause, the Lord of the Seventh Palace continued: "As far as this imperial city meeting is concerned, most monks only use one natal magic weapon, and there are very few monks who have ancient treasures. Qingyi's sword with a sheath is... The cyan sword and the pink jade fan in Youyue's hand are both ancient treasures."

"The woman from the Yuling Sect named Chi Liuli, the red gourd in her hand looks quite extraordinary. It is not an ordinary thing. This woman's spirit beast was destroyed but she was not injured. It seems that the nine-headed red snake It’s not the spiritual beast it recognizes as its master, but the demonic beast controlled by the red gourd.”

Ji Lingyu thought about it for a long time, but was still confused.

"So the almost naked and graceful woman didn't use her full strength at all? Why is this? For such a grand event, everyone comes for the secret realm of the royal family. This is so abnormal for Chi Liuli..."

The Lord of the Seventh Palace is humming at this time! He made a sound and said: "Fellow Daoist Ji, doesn't that woman look good when she's naked like this? Are you still thinking about it now? Such a shameless woman..."

Ji Lingyu came back to his senses after hearing the words, and saw that the Lord of the Seventh Palace was still staring at him with an unkind expression, his face full of contempt under the white veil, and he shouted angrily.

He looked innocent and said: "Well, what do you mean I think it looks good? Aren't we discussing treasures?"

The Lord of the Seventh Palace was still angry and looked at the red-robed young man in front of him with evil eyes.

"Then you said that the woman named Chi Liuli is the one. Why did you blurt out that she was naked? And she is a graceful woman? You observed so carefully, you can see that you saw everything."

Ji Lingyu stared blankly at the Seventh Palace Master dressed as a young man in white, and was speechless for a moment.

The conscience of heaven and earth, he just wanted to take a look, but he really couldn't even see the looming red grapes.

But most of the attention was focused on the man in black. He had coveted this secret art of blood fire for a long time, and was thinking about how to get it. How could he bother to observe what a barbarian woman looked like.

The Lord of the Seventh Palace didn't know why. Wasn't he discussing treasures and he suddenly became angry?

At this time, he could only apologize and said: "I really made a mistake. I shouldn't have talked about the appearance of a shameless woman like this. I hope the Lord of the Seventh Palace can forgive me."

The Lord of the Seventh Palace chuckled and said: "Since this is the case, Fellow Daoist Ji, I will forgive you this time. After all, you have to rely on fellow Daoists to get to the secret realm of the royal family. You can't hold on to this little thing, lest fellow Daoists perform abnormally." , missed the opportunity to win.”

When Ji Lingyu saw her smile, although her face was covered by a white gauze scarf, she still smiled like a flower, with a bright and smart light in her beautiful eyes. She couldn't help but feel a little lost, and inexplicably wanted to get close to her.

When the Lord of the Seventh Palace saw the red-robed young man looking like this, he noticed something and quickly straightened his expression.

Looking straight ahead, he said: "I'm afraid the confrontation won't last long..."

Ji Lingyu also came back to his senses at this time. For some reason, he would always lose his vigilance inexplicably in front of the Lord of the Seventh Palace, Feng Xiwu, and would often get distracted. He also had an indescribable affinity that made people want to get close to him involuntarily. .

He glanced at Mrs. Xiaoyao in the stone chair from the corner of his eye, and saw that her breathing was smooth and smooth, as if she had fallen asleep long ago. He knew that what happened just now could not be hidden from this Yuanying monk with great supernatural powers.

It feels very strange to see Mrs. Xiaoyao this time. She is inexplicably very concerned about herself and extremely vigilant about her own safety. What words did she say to coax Xiaoyao Meng? Is this why she asked herself to protect her for the rest of her life?

Ji Lingyu had already guessed something, but now he was feeling troubled. He had long been devoid of desire, but something happened to You Ruo Youyue, and he was even more worried. How could he dare to provoke others.

He had to pretend not to know, looked into the square with a resolute face and sharp eyebrows.