You owe me the cultivation of immortals!

"Go." With a smile in her eyes, she spit out such cold words.

Qing Yu didn't hesitate at all when he heard the words, took out a big knife, flashed it in front of the Dongyue faction like a ghost, and chopped it down with the knife.Elder Ran had a squinting look just now, but now he was taken aback. He raised his hand to block the khaki-colored spiritual energy on his arm, and the blade collided with his arm, making a clanging sound of metal hitting a stone.This is the effect of hardening the spiritual power of the soil system.

Elder Ran is not a vegetarian even in this position today. After withdrawing his energy from his aunt, he turned back and took out a large golden silk knife with a wide ridge. The murder weapon of blood.The elder swung his knife and slashed at Qing Yu with his backhand.

Qingyu couldn't dodge a single blow, but was cut into a cloud of smoke by a knife wrapped in khaki spiritual power, and when he reappeared, he was already five meters away from Elder Gu.He flicked his sleeves unscathed, and nodded in satisfaction at the knife in the elder's hand. "Imitated from the legendary Longque ancient knife, very good."

"Ghost repair!" The face of Elder Ran on the opposite side completely sank.

The battle seems to be very long, but it only happens in the blink of an eye.After the two of them, one holding a big knife, stood apart, all the disciples came back to their senses and rushed forward with their weapons.Although it is not easy for ghost cultivators to practice without a real flesh and blood body, it is not without any benefits, such as the most powerful method of concealment.

Qingyu is fighting in the enemy's siege at this moment, Elder Ran doesn't move, Auntie and Qing don't move either.

It stands to reason that a group of people beating a person, even if the cultivation base is low, they should be beaten to the ground, but Qingyu's figure is erratic like a ghost, often disappearing when he is beaten close to him, or some disciples Long-distance concentrated his spiritual power and released a big move, which clearly hit, but he turned into mist in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was unscathed, slashing one by one, making all the disciples unable to parry.

Thinking about it, it is easy to kill people, but difficult to kill ghosts.Seeing that fewer and fewer people were beating around the clear bath, and more and more people were lying on the ground, the big black-bearded elder finally couldn't hold back anymore.He yelled, "Excellence!" He charged forward, picked up the closed disciple who was about to be chopped off with one hand and threw it behind him, and raised his knife to face Shang Qingyu.

"Crack!" The blades of the two men collided together.

"Shameless Ghost Cultivator is my sect's disciple!" Elder Ran exhaled hotly, his face full of anger.

"It's a hypocrite, just now they used their lives to test and consume me, why are you crying now. Oh, yes, I'm crying that I injured your useless closed-door disciple. If this is the case, there is no need to keep these things on the ground." Qing Yu The originally gloomy complexion suddenly smiled, revealing a mouthful of neat little white teeth.The ghost mist suddenly rose under the feet, covering the entire ground with its center in an instant, and the wailing disciples on the ground fell silent in an instant.

The khaki spiritual power covered Ran Changlao's feet, and he glared at Qingyu, but he didn't dare to break free from the confrontation between the two.

The ground was covered with the bones of the disciples of the school, all of which were carefully selected by the elders of the halls and brought out to see the world.The rain mixed with blood splashed on his clothes, and Ran Changlao's face turned blue. Even though he deliberately tried to test this group of disciples just now, thinking that it would be better if they were crippled and disabled, as a power to weaken other halls, but now they are dead all over the place. It was no longer something he could afford.

If the sect leader makes trouble... Elder Ran's heart swelled, he cast a glance at the dying personal disciple behind him, grabbed his collar and sent him to Qingyu Dao.

Facing the young man's incredulous eyes, Ran Changlao's expression was cold, "Don't blame me, disciple, I gave your life to me, so you should return it to your master." Only the disciples who brought him died Only then will he survive.

"It's really ruthless." Qingyu raised her knife in admiration, and the next moment she was fighting Ran Changlao with blood-red eyes.

"Want to help? Don't you think I'm as ruthless as she is, watching the younger generation die." The auntie said coolly behind the fierce beating.

"How dare you bother senior." Qing Yu was forced to retreat step by step by the mad Elder Ran, but she still insisted on gritting her teeth.

He raised his saber to defend in front of him, because his spiritual energy was consumed too much, he didn't dare to escape in the form of ghost mist easily, he could only stand upright, his body was smashed into the soil inch by inch by Ran Changlao's huge force.

There was a slight sound of metal cracking, and the mad giant in front of him was still using the big knife as an axe, Qing Yu's face turned bitter for a while, his knife could not hold on anymore, it really lost his wife and lost his army.

Originally, he took a fancy to the good knife in Ran Changlao's hand. Although his cultivation was not as good as that of Zhang Gao's, he thought that if he fought hard, he might still have some chances of winning. The things he fought for were the spoils of war, and seniors would never be ashamed to ask him for it. .But who knew that at the end of the fight, the elder didn't abandon the sword and run away, nor did he admit defeat and make peace, but went berserk for no reason, miscalculating and miscalculating.I just refused the help of my seniors, what should I do now that I can't get off the tiger?

Hey... The one who knows the current affairs is a hero, the cracks on the blade gradually expanded, Qingyu's face froze, and he decided to give up to his senior in a moment of dejection.It's just that before the words were spoken, a violent red light wrapped in astonishing heat suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.It was clear that there was no real contact, but Qingyu's whole body ached from the stabbing.And Ran Changlao, who was still mad just now, sprayed his hot blood on his face, fell to the ground and died.

No one expected that it was Hong who gave Ran Changlao the final blow.Although it was said that he was unconscious when he was mad, and it was a sneak attack from behind, but after all, he was a sect of elders whose cultivation level was second only to that of Sanxian, and his physical defense alone should not be underestimated, one hit would kill him... Qing Yu looked at Red wobbled in mid-air.

"Hi~Qing, I want to sleep."

hell!He's not even as good as a drunk and sleepy little phoenix! ! !

After Hong finished speaking, she turned into a ray of light and threw herself into Qing's arms in a familiar way, rubbed her comfortably a few times, and fell asleep snoring.Qing didn't speak, just hugged Hong as before, turned around and walked into the night.Thoughts are a bit mixed.

Until that moment just now, Hong was still in her field of vision. At that moment, she didn't even see how Hong appeared behind Ran Changlao and gave him a fatal blow.She also didn't know what kind of heart the drunk Hong had in mind to take the initiative to kill this person.

She was very worried, worried that Hong would suddenly go crazy.The past images could not help appearing in her mind, she thought of Suzaku's flames would lose her mind, she was afraid that Hong would go crazy after eating too much flames, and she was even more afraid that Hong would be in response to her aunt's phrase 'show your true nature when drunk'.

If so, she could not accept such a result anyway.

Maybe, when Hong wakes up, it would be good to ask.Maybe I shouldn't continue to pamper her like this, and I should give some training to strengthen my mind.

Auntie shook her fan and turned her head sideways, seeing Qing Qing's pensive look, she smiled in her heart but didn't make a sound.

On the second day, the patrolling disciples of the Lingxiu Sect came here after smelling the smell of blood and rancidity from a long distance away. When they came, they only saw a field of corpses that had not completely turned into pus, and a mud-clothed man lying on the ground trembling and crying. kid.

"Senior brother?!"

Not to mention a hundred miles away, Qing sensed the aura of the monks approaching behind him, and sighed helplessly, making her already heavy mood even more depressed.

A hundred miles is just a blink of an eye for a monk who can already fly, but it is really not easy for a mortal who takes one step at a time.

From last night to now, within half a day, Qing still insisted on his master's instructions to reach the Phoenix Clan on foot.But last night, it is impossible not to discover that all the elders and disciples of the Dongyue Sect were wiped out, and even if they wanted to catch up with the time difference, it would definitely be too late.Since she didn't want to have too much to do with people in the world of cultivating immortals, Qing could only choose to use the barrier again to hide her breath and isolate her from detection.

Seeing a group of monks in spiritual robes flying over her head without noticing, just in case, she still didn't untie the barrier, and just walked forward like this.It's just that in Hongyan's eyes, Qing is a little lost all the way.

She really wanted to fly into Qing's arms again and ask what's wrong with concern?But when I thought of Qing pushing her out of my arms when I woke up this morning, and never talking to him all the way, I felt weird and a little uncomfortable.So this greeting was blocked until noon.

She was so suffocated that she had no choice but to target other people.Auntie is used to wandering around the world with a bone fan, but compared to her previous indifference, she seemed to be smiling instead of crying, and she would touch the hairpin on her head with an extremely sad expression on her face from time to time, which was really scary. .Hong guessed that she might be thinking about the old days, and felt that the lost and recovered hairpin must have a place in the aunt's memory. Thinking of the troubles she caused, she dared not disturb her.And Qing Yu has a wooden face and is not familiar with herself, so she has no desire to talk at all.After turning around, the target still returned to Qing.

"Qing, what's the matter with you?" She finally licked her face and moved over.Flapping its wings, it stayed in front of Qing's eyes, a pair of blood-colored glass-like eyes rolling around.

"I'm fine." Qing came back to his senses, pulled himself together and smiled.

Hong pursed her mouth unhappily. She clearly felt the perfunctory Chen Feng in Qing's smile. to the aunt's shoulders.At this moment, she would rather be caught and hanged by an aunt who thinks of sad things, than face a young man who is perfunctory and unhappy with her expression.

Time flies by quickly, each group has their own thoughts, and it is night in a blink of an eye.The inspecting disciples of the Spiritual Cultivation Sect never appeared again. Qing simply removed the barrier, and the group sat in a circle on the ground. Although no one felt cold, they still lit a fire like a human being. in the center of the circle.The only thing I have to mention is that the firewood is picked up by Qingyu, and the fire is made of red spit.

Although Hong was neglected for a whole day, but fortunately Qing has not forgotten the matter of filling Hong's stomach.Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Qing condensed a ball of fire from the palm of her left hand with ease, then started to freeze again, just waiting for Hong to eat.It was only after waiting for a long time, so long that she had to come out of her daze, that she realized that Hong didn't rush over as eagerly as before.Instead, he squatted on his aunt's shoulders from a distance, as if he was having a cheerful conversation with his aunt.

The fire light reflected in front of her eyes, the distance between Auntie and herself was so close, but she suddenly felt that Hong was so far away from herself. "Hong." She looked at Hong getting close to her aunt, her heart was astringent, she wanted to endure it, but she couldn't bear it and called out, "Come back!" Just by calling out these words, she didn't even know who she was at the moment. What do you think.

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classmates!Today we don't talk about the plot, let's talk about the atmosphere in the comment area for a day.

First of all, we want to name and criticize Aifei and Snail for their cruel and inhumane love behavior. What about before~ For Aifei and Snail's occasional stickiness and involuntary feelings, although Mantou has been traumatized in his heart, he is also considerate.

However, yesterday, students! !In response to Aifei's message-by-message reply, Xiu En'ai's residual pollution to Xinjin, Mantou, I express my deep sadness, woo woo woo... Can you understand the pain of a single dog struggling alone at night... woo woo woo.

Again, I want to praise Doubi first, although she can't see it, Mantou is deeply moved by Doubi's deeds of fighting against the concubine who eats love and madness... Reward a big red flower, touch it!For encouragement……

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