Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

I saw a figure flash past quickly, and the short Rakshasa ghost jumped out of the black smoke, grinning from ear to ear, and shouted angrily in a high-pitched voice, "Dead Man Yan, who do you think is a monkey!" "

Luo Qingyan was shocked, there were actually two Rakshasa ghosts!

She quickly rolled on the spot, then looked towards the big rock, and finally saw these two people.

However, they seemed to simply ignore Luo Qingyan, making a fuss there and seeming to be ready to take action.

Luo Qingyan "..."

Can you please respect me?

We are fighting!

She complained crazily in her heart about these two sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks.

"Damn monkey, now is not the time to quarrel, let's settle the trouble first!" the tall and thin Rakshasa said impatiently.

"Shut up and stop meddling!" The little man glared at him and snorted coldly.

"You actually ignored me! Flame Slash!"

Luo Qingyan was also angry. She raised the Qingshuang Bingyue Sword, and the sword energy flew forward like a thin blade, sending out three rays of cold light. With its sharp edge revealed, she slashed through with one strike.

Without the black smoke blocking the view, they were the only ones to be tortured!

"Water Mist Spiritual Technique - Tight Binding of Black Smoke!" The tall and thin Rakshasa raised his hands, and black smoke billowed out from his hands, and the black smoke became physical, like a strong rope. Generally, it restrained Luo Qingyan's limbs, making her unable to move.

"What the hell is this!" It's this black smoke again! She screamed in panic, accidentally dropped her sword on the ground, and struggled for a long time, but it didn't work. Still tightly locked by the weird black smoke.

The little dwarf Rakshasa ghost suddenly laughed, "Let's see how you hide this time! Just accept your death!"

After he finished speaking, a flame trap appeared in front of Luo Qingyan's forehead, shining brightly and getting bigger and bigger little by little.

"Rakshasa Trap!"

Luo Qingyan's face turned livid. She stared at the increasingly expanding circle, and various ways of dealing with it flashed through her mind, but it seemed that it was too late.

Suddenly, she remembered the wind secret book that she had just learned. Her hands were bound and unable to form seals, so she had no choice but to focus her spiritual power on her palms.

"boom!"

The huge explosion made the two Rakshasa cover their ears.

"You're so close, this one should be blown up to death, right?" the little Rakshasa ghost said excitedly.

"She can't move at all, of course there's no way to avoid it!" The tall man glared at him and said in a deep voice.

When all the black smoke and dust dispersed, the woman's body was not found on the spot, not even the broken limbs.

The two people looked at each other, looking at each other.

What about people?

Exploded to ashes?

"Cang!" "Cang!"

The Qingshuang Bingyue Sword on the ground moved twice on its own, and flew high into the sky under the surprised eyes of the two Rakshasa ghosts.

They looked up in confusion as the sword flew away, and saw that Luo Qingyan's limbs were still bound by the black smoke, and she was looking down at them from high in the sky intact!

"How did she get up there?!" the little dwarf yelled angrily.

"Hmph, did you just let the dead monkey go!"

the tall man questioned.

At the critical moment just now, Luo Qingyan gathered spiritual power in her hands. Because they were restrained, the hurricane in her hands could only hit the ground in a straight line. She used the force of the hurricane's recoil to fly high into the sky and avoid the trap.

The Qingshuang Bingyue Sword flew in her right hand, and she concentrated her spiritual power to spin in circles, getting faster and faster, and more and more fierce, and then continued to release hurricanes. Although her body was still bound by the black smoke, but with A torrent of hurricane appeared in the center of her, like a sloping waterfall, the area became larger and larger. The two Rakshasa ghosts were too late to run away, and were directly involved in the storm. No matter how hard they struggled, they could not overcome the storm. With such power, it is already a wishful thinking to escape from the hurricane!

At the center of the hurricane were the constant howls of two Rakshasa ghosts. Listening to the howls, she felt so relieved!

After a stick of incense, the restraints on Luo Qingyan's body finally disappeared. This proved that the tall Rakshasa ghost was too busy to take care of himself, or he was already dead.

She finally stopped, weakly supporting her body with the Qingshuang Bingyue Sword, covering her lower abdomen that was still bleeding, and staggered forward.