Senior sister, stop brainwashing me, I can understand your thoughts.

The talisman pen in Xiao Qing's singer is a sword, which does not retreat but advances. Every time the talisman sword is swung, the soft hair of the talisman pen leaves hundreds of wounds on the old man's body that are as thin as hair but penetrate deep into the blood and bones.

Every move of the Talisman-Bi sword is accompanied by green formations.

Every time there is a hole in the body, the power in the body will be swallowed up by the green lines.

After a few moves, the old man went crazy with anger.

His red eyes stared fiercely at Sang Zinan.

But for a golden elixir, a talisman cultivator is not like a talisman cultivator, a sword cultivator is not like a sword cultivator, and even a formation cultivator is not like a formation cultivator.

I can't tell that it's some kind of weird thing.

Just crush him and hit him, leaving him with no backhand power.

When Xiao Qingge was throwing the talisman pen and kicking him around on the blood array, he felt that his body could not hold on at all and he would definitely die.

The old man's soul abandoned this temporary body without hesitation, and his consciousness receded.

The blood formation without the old man's control also collapsed and failed.

Xiao Qingge used the wood spirit's energy to stuff back the dragon's breath that had been drawn out of the ground, and then released his super-control over Sang Zinan's body.

Only Sang Zinan was left pointing at the old man's corpse. He looked closer and couldn't believe it: "I, Jin Dan, killed a transformation god?"

The battle between the monks who transform themselves into gods cannot be without a lot of movement.

Because Xiao Qingge used his body, Sang Zinan could sense more clearly that this woman used his golden elixir body to hold down the spirit and beat her like a foundation.

"You... are cultivating gods?" Sang Zinan couldn't help but be curious about Xiao Qingge.

"I should be practicing Qi." Xiao Qingge tilted her head.

Sang Zinan: "???"

You are practicing qi, so what is my golden elixir?

Are you the divine gold or am I the divine gold?

This time, Sang Zinan admired Xiao Qingge's strength, but was also convinced that there was something wrong with her brain.

Seeing Sang Zinan's doubts, Xiao Qingge didn't explain.

She is indeed not practicing Qi now.

After all, there are thousands of worlds, and the outer world downwards accepts thousands of people in small worlds who have transcended tribulations and ascended.

She was pretty good in the outer world, but she just abided by the rules of the fairy world.

She has already lost a lot of levels, and now she is only at the level of transcending tribulation.

In another day, I will probably just fall back to Qi training, and then start practicing again in the fairy world.

By then, she was indeed practicing Qi, so she wasn't lying.

After destroying the blood formation, Xiao Qingge found the young man Yu Huai who had been sacrificed and refined.

Watching him being refined into a demon, his mind collapsed, leaving only his last trace of obsession.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear his repeated words: "Get rid of...evil...ghosts and protect...this...world."

"Hey, why didn't you believe me in the first place?" Xiao Qingge sighed.

I can't help but sigh that this is really fate.

She even told the young Yu Huai that if she had to wait another thousand years, she would even go to the fairy world to find help.

But the evil cultivators who appeared out of nowhere were still missed.

Thinking that when he first arrived in the mortal world, he met the ten kingdoms that had been invaded by evil spirits.

The only interface that connects the mortal world upward is the fairy world.

Therefore, the evil ghosts in the mortal world can only come from the fairy world.

She entered the one-breath time when she went to ask for help in the fairy world today, but she hadn't observed it carefully yet.

Thinking about it, Xiao Qingge's eyes fell on Sang Zinan: "Is there an evil spirit in the fairy world?"

"No." Sang Zinan shook his head in confusion.

"Forget it, what can you know with a golden elixir?" Xiao Qingge planned to go to the fairy to have a look.

A Jindan Sang Zinan: "..." That's not what you said when you tied me to break the blood formation.

Holding the young Yu Huai's ghost in one hand, he took a look at his current cultivation level.

A moment ago, he was overcoming the tribulation, directly skipping the cultivation of integration, but now he was reduced to only practicing the void.

After doing some calculations with his fingers, he found that the ghost named Yu Huai was really destined to Lu Xingyan.

Xiao Qingge thought that they would intervene anyway and those ghosts would fight to the end.

She took out a magical purple crystal ball and stuffed the ghost of young Yu Huai into it.

"What is this?" As soon as the magical purple crystal ball appeared, Sang Zinan felt its special aura.

Xiao Qingge's eyes fell on him with a smile, and she had a plan in her mind, so she didn't hide it: "Let's call this little secret realm the Dream Secret Realm."

"Oh, a little secret place." Sang Zinan nodded with a look of understanding on his face.

Clicking on and off, neck stiffened.

He looked at Xiao Qingge with wide eyes: "Secret, secret realm!?"

Is it the kind of secret realm he understands?