Rescue Little White Flower

"She was seriously injured and can't run far, she is definitely nearby, search!"

Seeing that the few people of the air sword dispersed and began to search the entire forest, Shen Qingwei slowly curled up and hid herself better in the bushes.

The hand holding her abdomen was constantly drenched with fluid flowing out, a lot of blood loss made her face pale, and the hand holding the long sword was trembling uncontrollably.

In the hand that was stained red with blood, a white jade plate was emitting a slight light.

This is her last piece of breath-holding charm, the top grade, which lasts for an hour, and can shield the spiritual consciousness below the cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage.

She only hoped that this group of people would leave within an hour, or that the help signal she sent would bring her powerful rescue within an hour.

but…

Feeling that her body is getting weaker and weaker, Shen Qingwei can't help showing a bitter smile. It's hard to say whether her body can hold up until the astringent charm fails.

In the woods, the severely injured person was dying. She lost her consciousness and gave her life to fate.

Outside the woods, the disciple of the Demon Dao who was in charge of searching, looked like an eagle, sweeping the dense forest in front of him every inch, not letting a trace of Shen Qingwei's possible traces be left behind.

"Hall Master Ding, she's just a little girl in the Golden Core Stage, why are you so nervous."

"Little girl in Jin Dan stage?" Hearing the words of his subordinates, Ding Shenghui showed an evil smile on his pale face. "She is not just a little girl in Jin Dan stage. If you can't find anyone today, no one will want to go back. ."

After speaking, he added: "By the way, don't kill people, I'm still useful."

Fearing that his subordinates would not be able to understand what he meant, he added: "It is of great use."

Thinking of fighting Shen Qingwei, what he felt from the other's spiritual power fluctuations, a smug smile, involuntarily climbed onto his face.

The cultivation technique of Demon Lord is the most domineering pure Yang technique, it is not a secret.

As subordinates, Ding Shenghui and others not only fight and kill with the immortal people to compete for the resources of the site, but also an extremely important task to find the yin girls born in the yin years.

Due to the overbearing power of the Demon Venerable’s cultivation technique, Ding Shenghui and others have to worship at least two female females per month. Female, Ding Shenghui has already broken his brain. Unexpectedly, it was just a simple task that allowed him to meet Shen Qingwei—the best furnace tripod for those who practiced the pure Yang technique and was born in Yin years, Yin, Yin, Yin, Yin.

This kind of physique is a rare experience in thousands of years. If she is dedicated to the devil, maybe the devil will no longer need other **** from now on.

Thinking of the rewards that he might get for making great achievements, Ding Shenghui's heart was full of enthusiasm.

In his opinion, Shen Qingwei, who was badly injured by him, would definitely not be able to run far. The duck was already cooked, and it was almost fished out of the pot.

"Be careful, don't let her run away!"

…

The cold green snake snaked across the snow-white skin, Shen Qingwei opened her eyes in the biting chill, and met a pair of black eyes like jewels.

snake!

Her heart suddenly missed a beat.

The subconscious scream wanted to rush out of the throat, but after hearing a familiar voice, she was suppressed again.

The magic repair who chased her was still there.

She held her breath, tried to calm down, and stared at the green snake.

She didn't know anything about snakes, but from the beautiful color of the green snake in front of her eyes, and the dangerous breath when she was speaking, she had already told her that it was definitely a poisonous snake.

And it is a poisonous snake that can pose a threat to her.

Green Snake looked at her for a while, seeming to feel that she was not threatening, and slowly climbed up to her chest, under Shen Qingwei's gaze, got in from the collar, curled up between the two soft pieces. A group.

The cold body of the snake clinging to the skin made Shen Qingwei tremble, but in the end, she did not pull the snake out of her clothes, but curled up more carefully, praying in her heart, and never be searched outside. People found out.

There was the sound of footsteps gradually approaching, and at the same time, there was the sound of the long sword waving.

Shen Qingwei squeezed the long sword in her hand, her nerves tense to the extreme, ready to take action at any time.

The Rejuvenation Pill that she took before hiding it had gradually exerted its effects in her body. Although it did not restore her to her best condition, the wound on her abdomen no longer bleeds, and her body also has meagre spiritual power.

Perhaps these spiritual powers are not enough to fight, at least they can't deal with a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage, but the secret technique used to activate the blood escape is more than enough.

I just don't know if I can survive after initiating the secretion.

But it is better than falling into the hands of Demon Dao.

Just as Shen Qingwei secretly decided in her heart that once she was discovered by the people of the magic way, she would immediately escape in blood, and her front suddenly lit up.

The bush used to hide her figure was split open with a sword, revealing a surprised and proud face.

"Look what I saw—"

Shen Qingwei's pupils suddenly tightened.

In front of her, the demon monk who had not fully spread his proud smile, opened his eyes, covered his neck, and slowly fell back.

A cyan streamer circulated around him, and then fell back into Shen Qingwei's arms.

The demon monk fell to the ground, his hands spread out, and two small holes in his neck were gurgling with black blood.

Shen Qingwei's mood became extremely complicated for a while.

She had guessed that the green snake must be very dangerous, but she never expected that the power of the green snake could be so huge.

The little green snake who had solved the enemy for her was curled up in front of her chest at this time. Shen Qingwei could feel that the other party's small head was rubbing against her neck.

The demon monk who died under the snake venom was still lying in front of her, but at this time she was not afraid of the green snake, and some were only deeply grateful.

"Thanks a lot."

Regardless of whether the green snake can understand it or not, after a lowly thank you, Shen Qingwei got up from the ground and stepped on her flying sword swayingly. Before the spiritual power fluctuations attracted other monks, she quickly activated it. The art of blood escape.

Blood Escape, as the name suggests, uses blood as a medium to escape from a spell.

Shen Qingwei's cultivation base is not at the Golden Core Stage. Although Ding Shenghui is only the weakest Hall Master under Mozun, she is also a cultivator in the Yuan Ying Stage. If she escapes by ordinary means, she is afraid that she will be killed first before flying on the Flying Sword. Grabbed in his hand, only the blood escape Dafa, which uses the taboo technique, will have a chance to escape.

Ding Shenghui already regarded Shen Qingwei as something in his bag, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw a **** light fleeing far to the southeast. Realizing what had happened, he was furious, and even though he didn't inform his subordinates, he chased after him.

"Bitch! Toast and not eat fine wine—"

The scenery around him quickly receded, and the blood all over his body seemed to be boiling. After some time, Shen Qingwei planted and staggered into a cave. After staggering into a cave, she stubbornly held a few protective hands and fell to the cave. in.

A stream of light flashed across the air quickly. After a while, Ding Shenghui, who was walking with his sword, flew back from a distance again and stopped in the sky above this area.

His narrow eyes are like eagles catching prey, sweeping across the mountains and forests, while at the same time, the majestic consciousness pouring out, sweeping across the ground inch by inch.

The Jiuyin Profound Girl is too rare, he will never miss it.

Just as his consciousness swept through a cave, the corners of his lips were involuntarily pulled up.

A little girl of the Golden Core Stage, how about some means, the strength is too low in the end.

In the cave.

After Shen Qingwei fell into a coma, the green snake on her chest slowly climbed up, followed her body, and slowly fell to the ground.

A faint light lit up on the dense scales of the green snake, and the body of the snake gradually became larger and its shape began to change gradually.

After a while—

Zhao Xingyue, in a long cyan dress, stretched out a white and slender hand and raised Shen Qingwei's chin.

Ding Shenghui's heart suddenly beat violently when he landed on his feet.

With the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul Stage, he can become one of the four hall masters who are respected by demons. He has his own personal advantages. Among them, his instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages comparable to beasts is one of his strengths.

The closer you get to the cave, the stronger the feeling of danger.

The threat to life overwhelmed his desire for Jiuyin Profound Girl.

Ding Shenghui's face twitched for a moment, then turned around and fled.

However, things couldn't be so simple. Before he could step on the flying sword, a cyan sleeve was suddenly thrown out of the cave.

He raised his hand to block it, but the sleeves were softly and gracefully wrapped up like life.

"No—" He widened his eyes in horror and let out a desperate cry.

The cyan sleeves went back silently as if they had come.

Outside the cave that was smashed and covered, the green vines swayed slightly with the wind.

Not far away, countless white bones are scattered on the ground.

If someone counts them carefully, it is not difficult to find that the total number of these bones is exactly the number of bones in an adult male.

Retracting her sleeves, Zhao Xingyue pinched Shen Qingwei's chin and forced the other party to face herself.

Shen Qingwei opened her mouth involuntarily, and Zhao Xingyue lowered her head and breathed in her face.

Shen Qingwei's head slowly fell to the ground following Zhao Xingyue's hand.

In the darkness, her breathing gradually changed from faint to calm, and a touch of red appeared on her pale face.

…

She is still alive.

Realizing this, Shen Qingwei slowly opened her eyes.

The memories before the coma poured into his mind, looking at the familiar environment, not being captured by the monk of the magic way, let Shen Qingwei breathe a sigh of relief.

But soon, Shen Qingwei discovered that in this narrow and confined space, she was not the only one.

There seemed to be a...person lying on her chest.

She looked down, and what fell into her eyes in the dim light was a face that was exquisite to the extreme.