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The black hair fluttered in the wind, and in the hands of the small man, there was only a clear sword, exuding a dazzling luster, raising, stabbing down, raising up, stabbing down...

The wound continued to deepen, the golden-backed ink line dragon roared, the remaining eye was bloodshot, it shook its head, and suddenly there was a bang, the injured blood hole was knocked down!

It squinted the rest of its eyes and grabbed it with its claws. It was a bland tripod, unable to feel any spiritual power.

"Let go, let go, master, uncle," Wei Wuyou trembled all over, raised his head, and shouted stutteringly, "So there's a little mouse that slipped through the net."

The golden-backed ink-line dragon felt her cultivation during the Qi training period, and laughed, playing with the tripod with her paws, so as to spit out a blue water column in a leisurely manner, and hit Wei Wuyou.

The red golden cauldron in its claws suddenly made an attack, a fire bird rose suddenly, and crashed into the injured blood hole of the golden-backed ink line dragon. Into the blood hole, burning all the way.

The aroma of barbecue permeated the air, and then it turned into a burnt smell. The golden-backed ink thread dragon howled and rolled on the ground, and the tip of its tail let go of Fairy Qingxu. He took out the earth escape talisman given by Ji Liu from his arms, and stuck it on his body.

The two escaped into the ground, the soil around them moved away one after another, and they fled quickly, "Get out!", the golden-backed ink line flooded like thunder, furious, its giant tail flapped the ground, and its thick true energy squeezed the ground, countless The soil was rolling and rolling, squeezing Wei Wuyou and making it difficult to walk half a step, so he had to jump onto the ground again.

"Uncle, there is a narrow cave behind that Jiao, it can't get in." Wei Wuyou observed it when he was hiding earlier.

"Let's go!" Fairy Qingxu tiptoed to the ground, holding Wei Wuyou's belt in her hand, and lifted her up, and the two quickly rushed towards the cave.

The golden-backed ink-line flood dragon followed closely behind, and slammed into the entrance of the cave, digging a big hole, and the soil peeled off one after another. Originally, Wei Wuyou was worried that the cave was short, but he didn't expect to extend out after turning a corner.

The golden-backed ink-lined head like a hill kept bumping into the hole, and the long letter stretched out, exploring around, and the soil behind him kept falling off.

Wei Wuyou took out a vajra pestle from the warehouse with his hand, and set it up empty in the cave. When the golden-backed ink-line dragon hit it again, it smashed half of a tooth with a ding, and twisted its body even more frantically.

There was the sound of rolling thunder from the sky, accompanied by the golden-backed ink-line flood dragon hitting the rocks continuously, "There is no way ahead," Fairy Qingxu said.

Wei Wuyou turned around and saw that Mo Xianjiao's Xinzi was not far away, gritted his teeth, took out a golden armor talisman and handed it to Fairy Qingxu, "Disciple hold back for a moment, uncle finds a way to leave",

There was a soft sigh behind him, like the whisper of autumn wind, said in a cold voice, "A student in the Qi training period, don't have to be brave",

The Zhixu sword emitted a soft luster in the darkness, illuminating Fairy Qingxu's magnificent face. In the confined space, the elegant and light fragrance on her body became strong. Wei Wuyou only dared to peek at her, his heartbeat was extremely fast, Dao, it would not be a bad thing to die here with her.

There was a thunder that exploded in the sky, and the outside of the cave was suddenly as bright as day, and the purple lightning that was as thick as a baby's arm was clearly visible, and when it struck the golden-backed ink-line flood dragon in the air, most of the red cloud protecting its body dissipated immediately.

The dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the sky was full of clouds, and the depressing and chilling atmosphere rose from the sky and the earth, and another thunderbolt accurately struck the body of the golden-backed ink line dragon. Withdrew his head, coiled his body, and looked at the sky in horror.

"A small catastrophe in the transformation stage! 36 thunderbolts!" Fairy Qingxu breathed a sigh of relief, took out a piece of silk from her sleeve, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Thunderbolts as thick as a baby's arm struck down one after another, and the golden-backed ink-line flood dragon cried out incessantly. Originally, it wanted to swallow the alchemy-stage monks and the few Qi-training-stage monks to replenish its strength and survive the catastrophe.

Unexpectedly, if people didn't eat, the catastrophe arrived ahead of schedule!

At the beginning, I could still hear the wailing and struggling of the golden-backed ink-line dragon, but gradually, there was no movement, only the terrifying thunder strikes, and the smell of burnt meat filled the air.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Wei Wuyou fell to the ground with his legs limp, his face pale and bloodless.

Before she knew it, the coldness of the snow-feathered crane in her body was tossing earth-shatteringly at this moment, causing her to shiver in pain and curl up on the ground.

"Toxic attack?" Fairy Qingxu stretched out her finger, trying to seal her blood,

"No, this disciple just used the Chiyang true energy left in the body by the master, lost control and balance, and the cold air broke out." Wei Wuyou mobilized all of Chiyangzi's true energy and hers, and turned them into red gold in the golden cauldron. Only a firebird can succeed in one strike and save Fairy Qingxu.

Fairy Qingxu stretched out two fingers and put them on Wei Wuyou's wrist, her skin was cold to the touch. Wei Wuyou lowered his head and saw her knuckles were slender and shiny, glowing white, "the cold air of a snow-feathered crane", Fairy Qingxu Frowning, knowing that Yun Xuan didn't listen to her words, she pulled out the cold air of the snow-feathered crane and submerged it into her body.

Fairy Qingxu crossed her legs with luck, and forced the poison in her body to her fingers. The cold light of Zhixu sword flashed, and the venom from her fingertips shot out, exuding a sweet smell, "Why didn't you get poisoned?" When she breathed out just now, she found Wei Wu Worry does not have stagnation of true energy,

"The disciple was poisoned once, and ordinary poison may be difficult to penetrate." Wei Wuyou replied honestly, Fairy Qingxu nodded and said nothing more.

Outside the cave, there were thunder and lightning from time to time, as if the sky was shaking, and the wind and clouds were changing color. Wei Wuyou secretly said, this catastrophe is so terrifying, she poked her head around to look outside the cave, and the gold-backed ink thread dragon collapsed on the ground like a broken hemp rope, Twisting the body, desperately crawling out.

Unexpectedly, the impenetrable defense of a monster that is close to the stage of transformation, under the catastrophe, is like thin paper. Wei Wuyou watched its red scales fall off in sevens and eights, and the remaining skin was scorched black and smoldering , tattered and bleeding.

That day, the thunder seemed to have a spirituality, and the clouds in the sky moved with the golden-backed ink-line jiao, each strike accurately on the body of the golden-backed ink-line jiao.

The thunder gradually faded away, and the sky appeared pale. Wei Wuyou couldn't stay up in the second half of the night. He took a nap, squinted his eyes, stood up, and looked out of the cave. The ground was sunken a foot, and there were scorched pits everywhere. There was no trace of the golden-backed ink-line dragon. From what she saw, even if the golden-backed ink-line dragon was not dead, it was not far from death or life.

She boldly walked out of the cave, stomping her feet, she couldn't even see any animals in a radius of several miles, so she felt relieved, the original pool had long since disappeared, and a small puddle had formed again, Wei Wuyou pouted her buttocks, Holding water in both hands, he washed his disheveled face.

She was so hungry that she groped in the barn, but the deer leg was gone. She thought about it, it seemed that it was when Jiang Hanyue, Yun Xuan and others were throwing magic weapons out of the battle last night. A red golden tripod was still in her hand and she couldn't bear to throw it away, and she couldn't bear to throw away those talismans, so she threw the deer leg out.

Stupid, Wei Wuyou scolded herself, sat on the side of the hole with her stomach in her arms, and was stunned, she propped her hands, felt the soil on the ground, there was still some heat, her fingers felt a little smooth, she picked the burnt black Dig out an egg that is smaller than an egg.

"It's baked", Wei Wuyou happily held the egg, knocked it on the ground, slapped it, and the fluffy touch made her throw the egg to the ground violently, the egg shell shattered, and a fluffy head protruded out with small sharp eyes The mouth, the two legs, and the sesame-sized eyeballs match Wei Wuyou's.

Chichi, the little bird staggered over, rubbing its head against Wei Wuyou's hand, Wei Wuyou swallowed, and gently put the little bird into his arms.

Fairy Qingxu came out of the cave, changed into a white shirt, her hair was in an uncluttered bun, and she was wearing a jade hairpin. She was like the breeze and the moon, she didn't look at Wei Wuyou, her expression was clear, "Let's go!" , go down the mountain."

Chichi, Fairy Qingxu stopped in her tracks, and looked at Wei Wuyou's furry head protruding from the front of Wei Wuyou's front. Jumping up, the movements were smooth and flowing, but the wind-controlling talisman had already lost most of its spiritual power, and the rune was completely dimmed for a moment, Wei Wuyou fell to the ground with his body and a tripod, extremely embarrassed.

Qingyue's crane roared into the sky, and the hurricane almost knocked Wei Wuyou to the ground. She raised her eyes and saw Fairy Qingxu standing on the back of the crane, and said, "Come up",

Wei Wuyou touched his nose, climbed onto the crane's back, and nervously grabbed the feathers under the feathers of the snow-feathered crane according to the habit of riding a Garuda. The snow-feathered crane let out an irritable cry, turned its head, black Her eyes stared at Wei Wuyou, making her let go of her hand guiltily.

When the snow-feathered crane fluttered its wings and flew high, there was not even a trace of wind blowing. Wei Wuyou sat firmly on the snow-feathered crane's broad back, knowing that Fairy Qingxu had cast a barrier.

Fairy Qingxu stood in front of her with her hands behind her back, and suddenly asked, "Why did you stay?" Wei Wuyou lowered his eyes, "This disciple is not poisoned, and I want to stay and help my uncle." "Your cultivation base is low, isn't it?" Moxianjiao's opponent, it's useless to stay, why bother to die?",

Wei Wuyou's stubborn self-esteem transformed from long-term inferiority made her straighten her back, and said, "Uncle Master is not an opponent of the golden-backed ink line dragon, but Uncle Master would rather stay and protect the disciple to retreat; Uncle Master wants to Protect everyone, but no one protects the uncle, if you win, it is meaningless for the disciple to stay, if you lose, the disciple can also accompany the uncle",

Fairy Qingxu raised her eyelids, glanced at her quietly, and said in a cold voice, "A gentleman moves from time to time, and knows how to advance and retreat. You have a low cultivation base, but you want to be brave and aggressive, and you will only waste your life. If you are poor Dao ruins one's life, but adds a karmic obstacle, harming others and oneself!".

He stayed with good intentions, saying that she didn't know how to measure and added karma to her. Whoever rescued her from the tip of the tail of the gold-backed ink line, Wei Wuyou still sulked and stopped talking.

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The author who is about to become an unemployed person, forced by life, began to undertake custom writing, all the characters of the article are available, plots, details, etc.

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