Even if we meet, we should not know [old version]

Swish, Swish, Swish.

Three extremely fast figures skipped across the air, leaving only white afterimages.

Suddenly he heard two screams in the jungle, Zhang Renzhi turned his head and saw the two disciples of the Sword Sect behind him, all covered in cuts and bruises, and died under the mouthparts of many fierce mosquitoes.

It should be noted that the Swamp Mosquito King grew up on the Optimus Pillar since he was a child, where the spiritual power is rich, and they absorb the spiritual energy as easily as eating.

However, monks are different.Cultivators often use spirit stones to absorb spiritual energy.Low-level monks are not very proficient in absorbing spiritual energy, and some have to find a quiet place where no one can disturb them, otherwise they will not be able to smoothly introduce spiritual energy into their bodies.

Therefore, most monks need to have the procedure of 'opening the pulse', borrowing the power of the mirror spirit to draw spiritual power into the body.Otherwise, it will be difficult to absorb by yourself.

The longer the time went on, the monks couldn't replenish their spiritual power, but the Swamp Mosquito King could. Therefore, even though they used the escape talisman a few times at the beginning of Lin Zichu, the distance between them and the mosquitoes gradually narrowed.

Zhang Renzhi looked down at his kit.There are only the last four escape talismans left, even if they are all used up, they will die here in the end.

Like Qianqing, he was adopted by Linjiazhuang since he was a child, and his loyalty to the owner of the young village seems to be engraved in his bones.

Zhang Renzhi laughed loudly and said:

"Young Master, you can take the escape talisman in my bag. I will stay here and block this vicious mosquito for a while. Take this opportunity and run away quickly."

Lin Zichu scolded: "Nonsense."

When Qianqing had a splitting headache and his mind was still clear, he vaguely thought of the meaning of Zhang Renzhi's move.

Save your life, how long can you stop this fierce mosquito?

I'm afraid there are not many escape talismans left, so he wants to leave them for Lin Zichu and Qian Qing, so as to win a chance for them.

Qian Qing said, "I'll stay too, big brother."

Lin Zichu shook his head, his eyes were firm, and he said word by word: "If my guess is right, after a while, we will reach the junction of the second stage and the third stage of Optimus Pillar, the 'Nine Twists and Eight Passes' , When they got there, the fierce mosquitoes were afraid of Feng Jun's majesty, so they dared not move forward."

The Pillar of Optimus stands tall and majestic.

After the monk reaches the Optimus Pillar, he will fly with the sword in the first stage, and it will take several days to fly.The second stage is much more difficult to climb than the first stage.It's all because they are afraid of using the immortal power to attract the swamp mosquito king, and they dare not drive the sword, only dare to climb the mountain on foot.

If you encounter some situations, it is possible to climb for a few years.

Only when you have climbed to the 'Nine Twists and Eight Passes' can you be considered a head.

Before the Linjiazhuang monk met the Mosquito King, he had already walked for more than half a month relying on his legs alone.After that, he galloped with his sword, tired of running for his life, exhausted all means, and his flying speed really reached the fastest in his life.

Zhang Renzhi was stunned when Lin Zichu said that he was close to the 'Nine Twists and Eight Passes', and then he was overjoyed, without any doubt, and asked, "How long is it?"

Lin Zichu shook his head and said, "I think there are few fierce mosquitoes here, so I'm just guessing."

The three of them galloped with their swords, and their spiritual power fluctuated, attracting many fierce mosquitoes to watch.

However, the Optimus Pillar, the Thousand Mosquito King, is extremely rare. There is a Thousand Mosquito King chasing him here, and other fierce mosquitoes dare not come forward easily.

Even if they don't dare to snatch it, there are countless vicious mosquitoes, salivating, watching from the sidelines.

But now, there are very few fierce mosquitoes around, so Lin Zichu guessed that this place is not far from the third stage.

Before Qianqing climbed up the Optimus Pillar, she also heard the "nine tunes and eight passes" from others, and she was full of expectations for the rare fairyland here.

It is rumored that the nine bends and eight passes can be regarded as the junction of the second stage and the third stage of the Optimus Pillar. In addition to the fact that this is the boundary, the upper part is extremely dense and rich in spiritual veins, and the lower part is slightly insufficient. There is another reason , is that the terrain here is too special.

The terrain of nine bends and eight passes is like a chessboard, with nine verticals and eight horizontals, with a total of 72 entrances and 72 exits.

If you are not a disciple of Xianzong, if you see the entrance of 'Nine Twists and Eight Passes' from a distance, you will stop and cannot enter.Otherwise, you will get lost in the huge labyrinth-like space inside.

Without Feng Zhaoming's cultivation, if he entered this place, he might even be trapped in it for the rest of his life.

It's just that the nine bends and eight passes are magnificent, and Qianqing can't enter, and she wants to take a look at it from a distance.

If it wasn't for the outbreak of his old illness at this time, he would indeed be invigorated by Lin Zichu's words.

After Qianqing endured the dull pain in the first two stages, the severe pain pierced into his mind like a tide.

Qianqing tried her best to endure the groan that was forced to her throat, her right hand trembled, and she took out a hollowed-out drop-shaped ice cube from her bosom, and held it tightly in her hand.

He clenched his teeth, his tongue bleeding from teeth.In the past, when Qianqing had a headache, at the third stage, she could no longer bear it and would cry out in pain.

However, at this moment of life and death, he used his strong willpower to insist on not saying a word.

After the severe pain subsided, Qianqing opened her eyes, turned around, and hugged Lin Zichu face to face.

Lin Zichu was using a talisman to escape, he didn't notice Qian Qing's strangeness for a while, and stretched out his hand to hug him.

Qian Qing leaned her chin on Lin Zichu's shoulder, smiled wryly twice, brought her lips to Lin Zichu's ear, and said softly: "Brother, it's not good..., I started to have a headache again."

Lin Zichu was startled, and bowed his head, and saw bright blood on the corner of Qianqing's lips, it was known that he had endured to the limit.He thought of Qianqing's unstoppable madness every time she had a headache, and he couldn't say the phrase "can you bear it?" anyway.

Qian Qing said: "I can't hold on anymore, big brother, please put me down. I... I can know you, it's already very good..."

Lin Zichu had a bulging vein on his forehead, he was about to speak when he suddenly found that the space between his right fingers was empty.

He was startled, and looked at Zhang Renzhi.

Zhang Renzhi also looked at him.

Both of them knew that the escape talisman on their bodies was gone.

It's just that the Thousand Mosquito King is still approaching, and there is no one around the entrance of 'Nine Tune and Eight Passes' 72.

On Qianqing's side, the headache hit like a tide, he tried his best to hold back his moans, until his whole body trembled.

Lin Zichu only felt that the body temperature in his arms was hot, and the cheek leaning on his shoulder was distorted due to the pain.

The monks can't bear to eat and sleep in the open these few months, let alone a child like Qianqing who has just opened his pulse?

He was so thin that when he gritted his teeth, he could almost see the movement of his teeth through the skin of his face.

Lin Zichu sighed inaudibly, paused with his right hand, which had no charms to hold, and gently stroked Qianqing's hair, with pity in his eyes.

Then his expression suddenly changed to solemn and resolute, Lin Zichu pinched the sword formula, the head of the Hanshu sword was turned downwards, and the two of them hurriedly fell down.

Zhang Renzhi was taken aback, and shouted, "Young Master!"

Also follow down.

Lin Zichu put Qian Qing aside, and after taking a deep look at him for the last time, Lin Zichu lifted the Hanshu Sword with his right hand, and stared brazenly at the sky.

Not far away, the Thousand Mosquito King flapped its thin and light wings, and flew towards the three of them with a ferocious and terrifying look.

The five mouthparts are clearly visible in the mist, and the web-shaped strange eyes are shining greedily.

"There is nowhere to hide." Lin Zichu raised the Hanshu sword in his right hand and swung it forward. Wherever he went, light like stars shone, and he sternly said, "We have to fight!"

The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, making the sound of breaking ice.

Lin Zichu's long hair moved without wind, and his spiritual pressure was astonishing.

Sensing the coercion of this little cultivator, the Thousand Mosquito King became even more violent, flapping his wings fiercely, and in an instant, he was in front of several people.

Qianqing lay on the ground, breathing heavily like a dying person.

His chest heaved violently, and blood flowed from his lips.

After five inhalations, in the center of the forehead, it felt as if someone had used a nail to forcefully drive into Qian Qing's head, piercing through the skull and going straight into the brain.

At this time, the veins on Qianqing's neck bulged, and the voice she had endured for a long time finally broke out.

With a roar of pain, the sound vibrated the trees, and the sound stopped the clouds.

There is a strong wind, and the trees in the jungle are rubbing against each other.

The Thousand Mosquito King stopped flying suddenly, and it looked down in horror.

The sky suddenly darkened, and the sun and the moon were dark.

Flying sand and rolling stones, the sound of trees is like waves.

Deep in the jungle, there seems to be...

...Dragon Cry!

The Pillar of Optimus, Zhenhui Peak, and Banxie Pavilion.

A dilapidated long sword is floating in the center of the Exorcism Pavilion. This sword has been silent for decades, and it was tightly guarded by Feng Jun's immortal magic.

There was a gust of wind outside the fairy pavilion, mixed with subtle sounds, touching the enchantment around the long sword.

The sword suddenly roared, and the fissured sword trembled slightly.The bloody aura of the fairy sword body soared, and it hit the surrounding transparent barrier, emitting bright red blood halo ripples.

A majestic celestial power gushed out.

The long sword seems to have human emotions, it turns its direction, the tip of the sword points to a certain place, pauses for a while, and thinks like a human.

Then, just as he was about to rush out of the barrier, the aura outside the pavilion suddenly stopped.

It was as sudden as the breath came.

The blade of the long sword did not move for a long time, as it had done decades ago, it regained its calmness.

The way of Optimus Pillar, the bottom of the deep pool.

In the deepest and coldest part of the pool, there is a mountain wall with a crack that can accommodate people.

In the crevice of the mountain sat a pale woman in red.There were three ferocious bloodstains on the woman's chest, and she didn't even have a trace of breathing ups and downs. She sat upright like a dead body.

When Qian Qing yelled in pain, the woman's index finger visibly trembled.

The Pillar of Optimus, Baizang Immortal Palace.

In Qiongtai, there was a shriveled old man sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

There was a tear that was about to flow from the corner of his eye, exuding an aura of grief.

After a moment, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, stood up and looked somewhere.

Dongdao, Liaojizhou.

Feng Zhaoming's heart skipped a beat, as if he felt something.

In the next moment, Xianjun's figure disappeared, shrinking into an inch, and hurriedly walked west.

He pinched the formula with his right hand and calculated quietly.

Countless fragments of time flashed through his mind, Feng Zhaoming frowned to distinguish them, and was startled for a moment, he was shocked to find that the fragments of time calculated this time were no longer inexplicable handwriting, but clear pictures.

Suddenly saw a tall and thin boy in white, holding a black-haired long-legged spider in his hand, whispering something.

He also saw him fleeing with his sword, looking at the fierce mosquito behind him, with a serious and resolute face, as if he had all kinds of consciousness.

Afterwards, the young man had an unbearable headache and lay on the muddy ground, hoarse and exhausted.

Feng Zhaoming's usually calm voice was trembling slightly.

"Wan Ren Spider, Optimus Pillar,... Crouching Dragon Scale!"