The Opening Concocts Aura Recovery

Just when Zhao Zhiruo thought that the hero was going to hang Gujing's mummy, he suddenly turned around.

"Hero, there are mummy corpses in that well, don't you solve it once?"

Although Zhao Zhiruo followed rationally, she still couldn't help asking curiously.

The inside of the ancient well is obviously the headquarters of the mummy. Since the hero has such a strong power, it stands to reason that it would be better to solve it once.

"That ghost is also in the ancient well, without a magic weapon, we can't fight it to the death!"

Yan Chixia shook her head, the broken sword just now couldn't withstand his mana and broke.

If the fight continues, they will definitely die there.

"It seems that I underestimated the ghosts in Nanruo Temple!"

Lin Mo, who was watching the live broadcast, saw this scene and thought in surprise.

Although Yan Chixia only has half the strength, it is difficult for ordinary monsters to make him retreat.

The strength of this ghost must be considered top-notch, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible for Yan Chixia to avoid it.

The two walked around the temple, and then Yan Chixia grabbed Zhao Zhiruo and jumped into a Buddhist hall.

Oil lamps are still lit here, and luggage is placed on the ground.

"Hero, do you live here?"

Looking at this simple Buddhist hall, Zhao Zhiruo asked in surprise.

Outside, no matter how bad the Yuan Dan Realm is, he is also the boss of a company. How could he live in this dilapidated Buddhist hall like Yan Chixia?

"I am a cultivator, for me, the world is a place to live!"

Yan Chixia said calmly, and then he took out a sword from his sword case.

The moment Zhao Zhiruo saw the sword, she felt palpitations.

It was as if she had met a top expert, and she couldn't help but want to worship him.

"How is it possible? Even the elders of Emei have never made me feel this way!?"

Zhao Zhiruo said secretly in her heart.

Yan Chixia's sword revealed a strange feeling.

Lin Mo actually expected her reaction.

This sword is the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, even if it comes from the world of Chinese martial arts like A Chinese Ghost Story, this Xuanyuan Divine Sword also has the aura of a divine weapon.

Ordinary people can only surrender in front of divine soldiers, and it is absolutely impossible to drive them around.

"Little girl, there may be a fierce battle later, so be careful!"

After Yan Chixia held Xuanyuan Shenjian in her hand, she showed a calm expression.

He is the number one swordsman in the world, without a sword, he cannot be considered at his best after all.

Zhao Zhiruo nodded.

At this time, she also knew that it was not time for her own skin.

Only by following the boss closely can she survive.

"He forced him to be strong, the breeze blows the hills, he let him do whatever he wants, the bright moon shines on the river..."

In order not to delay herself by waiting, Zhao Zhiruo began to silently recite the mental method of Emei Jiuyang Gong.

It is said that Emei's Nine Suns Kung Fu has some connection with the legendary Nine Yangs Manual of martial arts, and Zhao Zhiruo has only received a small part of the inner teaching.

After practicing the mind method, Zhao Zhiruo not only recovered the internal energy consumed before, but also felt her heart calm down.

"Well, it's a good seedling!"

Seeing Zhao Zhiruo's on-the-spot reaction, Yan Chixia nodded slightly.

Just now he felt that this girl was too out of character, so he didn't like her very much.

But looking at her posture now, Yan Chixia knew that this girl knew how to advance and retreat, and her personality was not ordinary on the surface.

Moreover, she recovered the exhausted internal energy in a few minutes, which can be seen from her cultivation talent.

"Hoohoho!"

At this moment, the two heard the roar of the mummies outside.

"Hero!"

Zhao Zhiruo opened her eyes, dragged a lamp post inside the Buddhist hall, and looked outside nervously.

"There is a phantom array I set up outside, and they can't get in for the time being!"

Yan Chixia shook her head, he was currently writing the inscriptions with blood on the palm of his hand and Xuanyuan Divine Sword.

Hearing what he said, Zhao Zhiruo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hero, what are you writing about?"

Zhao Zhiruo found that she couldn't understand what Yan Chixia was writing now, so she asked with some doubts.