sword color

There is a Plum Blossom Nunnery on the outskirts of Fanhua City, and the nuns in it have gone somewhere, but they just happened to take advantage of the Taoist priest Jianqing.

Right now, he is sitting cross-legged in the yard, surrounded by a miniature soul search array.

In the eyes of the formation is a pinch of white tiger hair tied with red thread.

As the leader of the Shenxu sect, Tianxuan should not stay outside for a long time, he would go back to the mountain early, and he did not forget to tell Jianqing to concentrate on preparing for the catastrophe when he was leaving, but looking at his old god, he knew that he was still there. Wasted saliva.

With Jianqing's last tactic entering, the soul search array instantly brightened up, Jianqing Changfei's white clothes moved automatically without wind, and even the plum trees in the yard also sprinkled falling plums.

For a while, red flowers flew randomly, and the fragrance was everywhere.

The white tiger hair was lifted by the red thread, floating lightly in front of Jian Qing, shining silvery light.

At this moment, Jian Qing suddenly opened his eyes, his gestures with both hands changed, and he concentrated on staring at the inconspicuous little white hair.

The brilliance flowed all over his body, and mana was continuously poured into the soul-searching array...

A radius of five miles, ten miles, a hundred miles...

The scope of the search is constantly expanding, the coverage is getting wider and wider, and the depth and width are deepening, penetrating from the ground to the ground.

This is an extremely huge project, even with his semi-immortal skill, it can only be launched once a day.

"Du Zhilan..."

The demon refining cave deep in the ground is still endlessly dark and bloody, with only sporadic lights flickering from the top of the cave.

Du Zhilan held his breath and leaned back against the cold cave wall. What was also cold was his eyes. There seemed to be a deep red blood in the dark eyes, which was no different from the shallow Wang Yinxie on his forehead.

The stone chips scattered at his feet were covered with each other's blood, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

The guy who dared to attack him had already been severely injured by him, and he was about to die at any time, but he still couldn't relax his vigilance. In this damn hell, even a corpse may not be safe.

The cave, as dead as a tomb, is unnervingly stuffy.

Du Zhilan shook his palm vigorously, could that guy have already escaped?

He tried to move a little outside. He had already adapted to the darkness of the cave these few days, and his vision was no longer blocked. Du Zhilan searched around carefully, but still found nothing.

"Probably left..."

He looked down at his hand—it should be called a paw now, and he didn't need to look back to know that the tail must have come out, and another day passed.

There is no sun or moon in the cave, so Du Zhilan can only estimate the time by transforming regularly every day.

He shook his dirty fur, picked up the tattered shirt, and prepared to hunt for food.

— at this very moment!

The sudden severe pain from the knife cutting from behind almost made him faint from the pain!

Sneaking bastards are on top of him!

"Roar!!!" Du Zhilan endured the pain and rolled over on the spot, the bone-deep wound on his back was torn apart fiercely, the blood stained the gray fur, and he slumped all over the ground.

His eyes were as fierce as a sword, and the king's seal on his forehead suddenly lit up. With a loud roar, he rushed at the man at a very fast speed.

If you really risk your life, you will die or I will die!

"What kind of monster? It turned into a tiger..." The man was horrified, the other's sharp tiger claws had scratched his whole body covered in blood, and there was no intact skin.

If he hadn't suddenly turned into a tiger just now, his deadly stab just now would have killed him!

Hateful——

Du Zhilan's sharp canine teeth bit the man's neck fiercely, and before he died, his eyeballs seemed to be still complaining of hatred.

"Dare to attack me, damn it! I'll bite you to death!" Du Zhilan's eyes were red and his neck was bare, but he really didn't have the strength to swing his claws. The wound on his back was too deep, bleeding too much, and his mind felt dizzy for a while.

He was lying on the ground sullenly, his forehead was hot, his breathing was heavy, his tail was curled up in a circle, and the tip of his tail was shaved, making him very ugly.

So sleepy, so tired... I just want to sleep like this...

The surroundings were obviously icy cold, but Du Zhilan felt that there was a flame burning inside his body, which made him extremely painful.

"...Jianqing... Woohoo... Help..."

At this moment, the big white tiger, covered in blood and mud, crouched in the corner with its head in its arms, trembling in pain.

There is no water, no medicine, and nothing here. If things go on like this, the only result waiting for Du Zhilan is to bleed dry and die.

His consciousness has fallen into a kind of chaotic quagmire, and even the king's seal on his forehead has gradually dimmed, waiting for the lights to be extinguished and his soul to be scattered.

"Du Zhilan..."

"Du Zhilan..."

There was a low voice that was as mellow as wine calling his name, like wind and fog, faint and distant.

who is calling me?

The voice was so familiar, it warmed into his heart.

Du Zhilan opened his eyes bewilderedly, but the surroundings were still pitch black, and there was no one around.

"Du Zhilan, are you still alive? Answer me!"

This time the voice was much clearer.

He was puzzled to find that there was an illusory white hair in front of him. Wasn't this... the hair that fell off his body?Can Mao still speak?

How does it sound like-

"... If you dare not answer, I will stew you."

"Jian Qing!" Du Zhilan shuddered violently, this movement immediately involved the knife wound on his back, and he grinned in pain.

"What's wrong with you? Are you injured?" Jian Qing's voice paused for a moment, and suddenly became a little urgent, "Where are you? I'll go find you."

Originally, Du Zhilan wanted to be a hero, but when he heard this, his tears burst into tears. If the other party was not here and he was seriously injured, he would rush to roll over and act coquettishly for comfort.

It's a pity that now I can only whine with tears in my eyes: "That bullshit demon emperor who killed thousands of knives threw my young master in this hole. There was no food or drink. A bastard almost cut me in two! Last time there was A bear-like beast, has been chasing and biting me, its tail was almost bitten off! And last time..."

When it comes to the sad part, Du Zhilan's speech is almost incoherent, tears keep falling, and he says "it's so dark here" and "Jianqing come quickly" over and over again, his voice is trembling.

Jian Qing, who was far away in Plum Blossom Nunnery, could hear black lines all over his head. After talking for a long time, he still didn't understand where this guy was suffering.

But listening to his whimpering voice, Jian Qing couldn't help feeling the trembling big white ball in the dark, and those wet little eyes, which made Jian Qing's heart ache really hard.

Jian Qing let out a soft voice, coaxed for a while, and then said: "The soul search array is not maintained for a long time. At this time of night every day, you find a place where there is no one to hide, and I will contact you again. I don’t know exactly where it is, you have to save your life during this time, you know?”

Du Zhilan's fears all night were instantly relieved, and Jian Qing passed on a few simple healing formulas to him, and the time limit of the Soul Search Formation came to an end.

Watching the white hair gradually dissipate into the darkness, Du Zhilan's bright eyes also dimmed. After experimenting with the healing formula for a while, the wound finally stopped getting worse.

The big white claws caught the long tail, and he stared at the tip of his bald tail maliciously, thinking whether to pull it off again.

……

It was hard to see the hope of the dawn in despair. The scene of the water mirror that Hei Hong showed him in the illusion before was thrown away by Du Zhilan in a blink of an eye. It was as if he suddenly found a signpost in the boundless desert, and he was immediately full of hope. stand up.

As for that hateful Fire Lotus Demon Emperor... Humph, I'm afraid he's a bird!

When the uncle comes out of the demon refining lair, beat him a hundred times!

Du Zhilan's tiger physique, which was comparable to Xiaoqiang's, quickly recovered from his injuries. He hummed a tune and sang Shibamo, and walked toward the depths of the cave with his head held high.