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When Flora catches up, he locks the door from the inside.

Flower God slammed on the door helplessly: "Chun'er, what are you doing in there? Chun'er! Open the door."

Apart from the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, nothing else could be heard in the room, and Sichun didn't utter a single word, which made Huashen unavoidably worried.

He walked to the window and opened a crack, but the view was blocked by the bedpost inside, and there was no shadow of Sichun in other places, so he could only guess that Sichun was on the bed.

For the first time in nearly ten thousand years, he, Flower God, crawled into the room through the window like a thief.

When I got to the bed, I saw something tightly wrapped in a quilt.

He forcibly tore off Sichun's tightly gripped quilt, and took advantage of the opportunity to see the clothes beside him.

Sichun curled up her limbs, and one finger of the hand held between his legs sank into his body.

But he still turned his back to Flower God, and didn't look at him, but the blush on his face faintly revealed something.

Flower God was stunned, really didn't know what to do this time.

The fingers poked slowly in his body, took a while to pull them out, and then stretched them in again.I wanted to insert two fingers, but when the second finger entered half a finger, I couldn't enter.

Sichun sighed softly, pulled out the extra one, held the Yang root in one hand, and put the other in her body: "Well..."

After hearing his voice "□□", Flower God came back to his senses.

Sichun only heard the sound of footsteps going away, and then the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and the sound of footsteps that had gone for a long time approached again.

"Do you want me to help you, or do you do it yourself?"

A faint scent of herbs came from behind, and Sichun stayed for a while.

Suddenly a cold touch came from the mouth of the acupuncture point, Sichun was so frightened that she withdrew her hand and turned her head to look at Huashen.

Huashen hugged Sichun between her legs, letting him lean against her chest.

"Master... Master?"

"I didn't say it, it's called the name." As he spoke, he patted him on the thigh.

"Ah." Sichun called subconsciously: "Yin Xiang..."

"En." Flower God responded lightly, and then bent his legs and separated them.

Sichun is the only one who can be so calm in front of the person he likes.

But what Huashen didn't know was that Sichun would have taken the initiative to hug him if it wasn't because he was no longer the person she liked before.

"Not good! Not good!"

The mountain elf ran to Jingna in a hurry.

Jing Na stood up abruptly: "What's the matter?" Although his face was calm, his voice trembled slightly.

"That...that" Jingguai gasped for breath, and barely finished speaking: "The stinky Taoist priests in the legends of all the mountains have come to our sacred mountain!"

"It's... the one who claims to kill demons and ghosts all over the world?"

"Yes... yes." Just imagining it is scary, making the ghost's body tremble like a sieve.

If this is the case, there will be a catastrophe on the mountain.

A shrill howl came from the window into the room.

Sichun opened her eyes suddenly and sat up.

The wailing sound continued unabated, and it was about to break through the sky like a piercing sound.

But the strange thing is that they didn't wake up after making such a loud noise.

Sichun jumped out of bed, opened the door and flew out directly.

Wails came from all directions, and he didn't know where to go for a moment. Everywhere he walked, he saw corpses scattered all over the field, and blood flowed into a river.

A figure swayed in front of him, and Sichun moved to catch up.

The figure stopped in front of him, and standing side by side with him were Chasing the Sun, Flying the Moon and Chasing the Stars.

Presumably, they were used as artifacts to slay demons and demons, and soon sensed the breath of the deadly enemy.

Chase Xing said with a cold voice: "He has the seal of sealing the sky on his hand."

It is the same kind, and the sense of smell is more acute when it feels the existence of the same kind.

Seeing Sichun's puzzled look, he explained day by day: "Feng Tianyin was originally an artifact belonging to the Jade Emperor. It has the power to turn the world around, and its whereabouts are unknown after the battle between immortals and demons."

Sichun nodded to express her understanding: "Then why didn't they wake up?"

The one who answered this time was the person whose back was facing them.

The man turned his head, his eyes were pretty, but his eyes, which should have been clear and innocent, were full of hostility. It was probably a demon who leaned over from his corpse: "Thanks to this seal of heaven." He leisurely showed them The copper utensil in the hand: "Isolate those insignificant things in another space."

The so-called insignificant ones are naturally people other than ghosts.

As soon as the words fell, Chaixing and Benyue rushed forward.

Standing in front of Sichun every day, he said: "I said before that I would like to use it for you, and today I will fulfill my promise."

Sichun stretched out her hand, and every day it turned into its original form and fell into his hands.

After holding the sharp sword firmly in his hand, he swooped into the battle.

The sharp sword slashed forward, the Taoist dodged and dodged, only the remaining sword energy barely scraped the corner of his clothes.

The Taoist threw the spell, and the three of them stepped aside. Wherever the spell went, there was a loud explosion, creating many potholes.

The ghosts that failed to escape were blown to pieces, and before they could even scream, there were no bones left.

Seeing this situation, Ben Yue released a barrier to separate the four of them from the outside world.

The Taoist priest gradually gained the upper hand because he held the magical weapon with boundless magic power.

The place Feng Tianyin pointed at turned into nothingness until finally, the surrounding vegetation disappeared, leaving only four people to support the battle under the empty night sky.

The wind blew past, bringing a bit of coolness, which also made the enchantment of the void look weird, as if there were unknown species waiting for an opportunity in the dark.

Sichun's hands began to tremble a little, but she suppressed her fear, held the sun in her hand, and stepped on the breeze to deal with him.

Naturally, I felt it day by day, and quietly transmitted my consciousness to the moon and chasing stars.

Ben Yue and Chasing Star quickly became invisible in the eyes of the Taoist priest and Sichun. Before the two could react, the sword in Sichun's hand was several times larger at once, and the blade shone with colorful cold lights, illuminating the night like day. It shook so much that people had to look away.

The clouds and mist in the sky were cleared away, and the stars were dotted in the night sky like fireflies, blinking and shining, one of which was the brightest.

It turned out that the Zhitian Sword reappeared.

The Taoist couldn't bear it for a while, and was shocked by the sword energy and coughed up a big mouthful of blood.

It took a while for the two of them to get used to the light.

Sichun's confidence increased greatly, and he secretly released spiritual power on the sword, and slashed at the Taoist priest several times.

There was no way for the Taoist priest to avoid it, and several bloody cracks were cut out of the black and white Taoist priest uniform, which seemed to be expanding.

The Taoist muttered a few incantations, the seal of Fengtian shone on him, the blood froze rapidly until it disappeared completely, and the tattered Taoist uniform was as clean as when it came.

This seal of heaven is in his hands, it is really difficult to deal with.

Sichun had to think about countermeasures while fighting with him.

Suddenly, he slashed his sword hard into the air beside the Taoist priest.

The Taoist was stunned, not understanding what he wanted.

While he was in a daze, Sichun flashed to his side, squeezed out a little spiritual power and concentrated it on the sword, raised the sword and dropped it, and his hand holding Feng Tianyin was cut off.

"Ah!" The Taoist grabbed the arm that had lost his forearm and raised his head to the sky and shouted.

Sichun immediately pulled Feng Tianyin out of the severed arm and put it into his bosom.

Before he recovered from the pain, all the remaining spiritual power and sword energy condensed together, the sword in his hand trembled slightly, the colorful light disappeared, but turned into a colder sword glow.

I never thought that this move would resonate with Zhitian Sword, multiplying its lethality.

Sichun Yufeng moved forward, the sword in his hand sank straight into his heart, and the tip of the sword protruded from his back.

"Ah—!" There was another scream, this time it was the last single sound he left in the world.

A soul with a distorted face split from the body, with pointed-eared monkey cheeks, unnaturally sunken eye sockets, and protruding eyeballs like balls.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Sichun breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground.

Feng Tianyin, who has lost control, no longer has any power.

Jing Na felt the abnormal fluctuation of the guardian barrier, so she rushed out to find out.

The inexplicable heart palpitations made Hua Shen open his eyes.

He walked into Sichun's room, saw that no one was there, and his breath was not found in the room, so he hurried outside the room.

It used to be a place of secluded green shade and bright spring, but now it is full of desolation, and the scenery of the past is completely lost.

There was blood dripping everywhere, and the air smelled of staleness and corruption.

They carefully avoided the corpse and walked forward, only stopping when they saw three people standing around.

Following the line of sight of the three of them, they saw a pig's head protruding from a pile of clothes, with its eyes closed.

Leaning down every day, he took it out of his clothes and hugged it in his arms.

Flower God turned pale with shock: "What's going on?!"

"That Taoist priest was killed by his benefactor. He didn't need to consume so much spiritual power. It's just that he has no actual combat experience and his physical strength is not durable. In order to make a quick victory, he consumed all his spiritual power at once."

"So... he's exhausted his spiritual power and can no longer maintain his human form?"

Zhu Ri nodded and gently rubbed its back.

Several people squinted at the Taoist priest's body, and couldn't help but think, this demon has really picked a good skin.

"give me."

Flower God picked up the clothes on the ground and walked up to him, then stuffed Sichun into his arms day by day.

Like wrapping a baby, Flower God wrapped Sichun tightly: "It's freezing in the mountains, and there is no spiritual protection, so you don't have to worry about it catching cold."

When he said this, he felt guilty day by day, no wonder it was trembling in his hand just now.

Flower God hugged it tightly and kicked the mirror-like bronze vessel under his feet: "What is this?"

"Sealing seal."

Hua Shenzhang stared at Zhu Ri with big eyes, allowing them to encounter two artifacts in a row, and suddenly felt that artifacts were nothing unusual.

I thought it would take several days to wake up because it was too weak, but I didn't want it to be alive and kicking after two days of coma.

However, this incident forced him to face some unavoidable problems.

For example, communication.

Sichun supported herself on the ground with her hind limbs, while her forelimbs crawled on his knees.

Huashen knelt down and rubbed its head: "What's wrong?"

Sichun yelled a few times, and pointed a forelimb between his legs.

Huashen turned her head around before asking, "Going to the toilet?"

After listening, Sichun nodded sharply.

Presumably it has already adapted to the human way of life, even if it turns into a real body, it will not change.

And look at the size of its real body, it is no different from a human baby, visually it is a suckling pig.

Furthermore, after it has been cultivated to become a spirit, it will be fixed externally and cannot grow up, and it will turn into a human form, which is the appearance of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

But whether it's a real body or a human form, Flower God has to admit that Sichun is really cute.

So Huashen hugged Sichun and went to the hut that he seldom stepped into because of Bigu.

Then, after it was finished, I helped it clean up there...

He suddenly had a feeling that he had a pet.