After wearing a book, he had sex with Meiqiang, the miserable male second

That terrifying aura made Jiang Yan think of Jindan Daoist Wei Xian, and he was almost sure that the person who came was a monk of the Jindan stage!

"Bang bang bang bang-"

In an instant, countless sharp golden lights crazily hit the outermost lotus shield, carrying the power of thunder, so fast that it was impossible to distinguish, Jiang Yan couldn't judge the opponent's position with his spiritual sense, so he could only use the lotus shield and Xuanshuang The umbrella tightly wrapped the two of them!

'Crack--'

The Lianhua Shield obviously couldn't withstand such a rapid force, there was a crack on the surface, the chilling coercion and strong spiritual power hit, the two were swept up by the overwhelming air current, and they were instantly lifted from the 'Shadowless Cloud Spectrum' fall down!

Everything happened in a blink of an eye. If Jiang Yan hadn't detected this person early with his powerful spirit, the two of them would have died no less than a hundred times by now!

The most frightening thing is that they haven't seen each other until now, and they don't even know who the other party is and where they launched the attack from!

The moment he fell from the flying magic weapon, Xie Yusheng grabbed Jiang Yan's hand and pulled it suddenly. His tall body held him firmly in his arms, making him airtight.

Jiang Yan's eyes turned red in an instant, thinking of Brother Xie's blood-soaked appearance, blood surged in his chest.

He won't let brother Xie make the same mistakes again!Will not die!

The Puppet Token has long been held in his hands. Taking advantage of the moment when the Lotus Blossom Shield and the Black Frost Umbrella block the attack, the spiritual power of the whole body surges in, and the soul-fixing orb in the token blooms with a dazzling red light, eclipsing the entire world. !

The ghost general appeared immediately after being summoned, with a huge three-meter-high body standing in front of the two of them, wearing a black battle armor, like a god of war from ancient times, full of murderous aura.

A dense ghostly aura surrounded him, forming a gray barrier several meters high, which completely blocked the all-pervasive attacks of the Golden Core cultivator from all directions!

Poshi's eyes hidden in the black mist are like streamers in the dark night, clearly capturing the lightning-fast figure of the enemy, raising his huge hands high, clenching the black giant sword in his hand and slashing down!

His movement of swinging the sword was not fast, not even as fast as Jiang Yan's, but the seemingly slow move was extremely mysterious. At that moment, everything around him seemed to be shrouded in a huge field , everything slowed down.

The pupils of Wu Zhenjun, who was hiding in the dark, suddenly shrank. This is the unique domain of Nascent Soul monks, and it is the rarest 'time domain'!

Wu Zhenjun's heart skipped a beat, and an endless chill spread from the bottom of his heart to his whole body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He has just stepped into the golden core stage, how could he fight a monk who is comparable to the Nascent Soul stage!

Run away, run away!

He shouted frantically from the bottom of his heart, the spiritual energy in his body soared, desperately sacrificed all the magic weapons to resist, and at the same time stepped on the flying magic weapon, using the trick of shrinking the ground to an inch to escape desperately!

It's a pity that the power of the domain made him powerless to resist. The original extreme speed became slower and slower, and all his movements seemed to be slowed down by a thousand times, which was extremely ridiculous.

Wu Zhenjun was sweating profusely as soon as he pushed the flying magic weapon, he felt the strong wind coming from behind him, and when he looked back, he was frightened out of his wits.

The huge black sword is as heavy as a thousand pounds, and a deep gully is drawn along the ground. The wind and sand cover the sun and the moon, pouring out like a torrent of flood, and the sword light that can destroy the world is already in front of you!

"Ahhhh-"

Wu Zhenjun let out a scream that shook the sky, and was split in two by the piercing black sword light, and those magic weapons were also broken in two, turning into scrap iron.

The ghost will take down the vast domain covering miles and everything will return to normal.

The soul-fixing pearl let out a crisp sound when it was overwhelmed, and the tiny cracks spread out like a spider web, and it was about to shatter.

The black mist on the ghost general's body also began to thin out, and he needed to return to the mustard space immediately.

And at this moment, a sudden change occurred

A ball of green light suddenly protruded from Wu Zhenjun's utterly dead body, and flew towards Xie Yusheng's direction at lightning speed!

Jiang Yan understood the opponent's intention in an instant, he wanted to seize the house!

Ordinary magic tools can't stop Yuanshen at all, Jiang Yan rushed forward and threw Xie Yusheng down in a flash. If you want to take it away, take it from him!

His soul is much stronger after being condensed, and he may be able to fight the opponent, although the hope is slim.

In short, he won't let brother Xie get hurt again

However, the expected Yuanshen invasion did not happen. Jiang Yan raised his head on Xie Yusheng, and saw the ghost general's giant palm grabbing the ball of green light. out of the air.

It was only then that Jiang Yan remembered that the ghost generals relied on soul power to gather, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After bowing to the two of them, he returned to the Jiezi space. Jiang Yan was about to get up, but Xie Yusheng grabbed his wrist.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the other party being pressed down by him. His hair was messy and his face was handsome. His robe was a little disheveled during the fight just now. His long eyelashes fluttered slightly, giving him a fragile beauty.

And this position made Jiang Yan feel very clearly: the other party is under his control, and he can even do whatever he wants.

Jiang Yan stared at the other's pale and full lips, his chest was beating extremely fast, and when Xie Yusheng opened his mouth to say something, he finally leaned over and kissed him.

This was the first time he kissed the other party on his own initiative, and his movements were a little jerky, so the other party quickly turned his back on him, and kissed every inch of his mouth, wanting to devour him.

It wasn't until Jiang Yan got up unsteadily that Xie Yusheng let go of his wrist without a trace, and Yubai's fingers stroked his lower lip lightly, feeling a little unsatisfied.

Poor Jiang Yan thought he was in charge of this kiss, and didn't dare to look at the other party's glistening lips. He blushed but said seriously, "Brother Xie, don't worry, I will take responsibility for you."

"Okay, I'll wait."

Xie Yusheng's long eyelashes drooped, covering the bottomless darkness in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up in a joyful arc: Yanyan, you said this, no matter what, you can't escape.

Time was running out, and after the two of them used the Nong Yan Jue to destroy the corpses and wipe out the traces, they continued to travel quickly on the flying magic weapon.

The Nanyang faction is indeed located in a remote place, and it took four or five hours to arrive.

When they arrived, the sky had already darkened, and the Nanyang faction in the night was a mess.

The ground was scorched black, the stone walls of the Zongmen were destroyed, the ancient trees were broken down the middle, and the strong smell of blood was pungent.

All kinds of magic weapons are flying randomly in the air, flickering and flickering in the night sky, flashing different lights.

Hundreds of monks gathered outside the small-scale sect, some of them wore uniform blue clothes, like disciples of the sect; more were casual cultivators who came from nowhere in various costumes.

Surrounded by them in the middle is the 'Maxiu' surrounded by violent black magic energy.

Jiang Yan couldn't see his face clearly. The only thing that stood out in the dark night were his blood-red eyes and the long sword with dense red patterns in his hand.

'Moxiu' was full of murderous aura, surrounded by black mist, flowing around like a stream of water, stopping the besiegers, and could only throw magic weapons and talismans far away.

But those magic weapons and talismans were useless under the black mist, and even dimmed a little under the erosion of the black fog, which made the owners of the magic weapons feel distressed and could not help but curse loudly.

"Han Tianche, the sect master has personally taught you for many years, yet you actually swear to be a teacher!"

"It's just wolf-hearted——"

"There is also little junior brother," a male cultivator roared with obvious hatred, his eyes tearing open, "You actually killed Wen Yang, a little junior brother who was so kind to you!"

"Why are you doing this?!"

When 'Moxiu' heard the name 'Wen Yang', he let out a low growl that was suppressed to pieces, like a beast on the verge of extinction, crying blood full of despair, which made people feel creepy.

The blood in those scarlet eyes spread like red vines, covering the entire eyeball, like the eyes of a monster crawling out of the abyss, with extreme evil and cruelty.

Seeing his eyes, the cultivator couldn't help taking a step back. His whole body felt cold, and he broke into a cold sweat from the shock of those blood-red eyes.

'Moxiu' looked up to the sky and let out a scream that pierced the eardrums. The black mist around him suddenly trembled a few times like a living thing, and instantly burst out a shocking demonic energy, spreading out in mid-air with teeth and claws!

"Run!"

All the monks hurriedly backed away, fearing that they would be affected by the monster-like black mist.

After retreating tens of meters, they stopped and looked at Moxiu, who was suddenly screaming and crazy to the point of losing his mind, and shuddered fiercely: I don't know what kind of deep hatred he has with this 'Wen Yang', and it has come to such a strong Degree.

Gradually, the voice of 'Moxiu' was so broken that he could barely make a sound, and he finally calmed down, and the black mist returned to his side again, no longer spreading around.

The long sword covered with red patterns was casually thrown aside by him, the blood-red eyes hung down to the ground, turning constantly as if looking for something, sporadic syllables came out from the torn throat, hoarse and slow, as if muttering Soliloquy.

The monks in all kinds of clothes stared at the glowing red long sword, their eyes were full of greed, and no one cared about the broken whispers of the 'Magic Cultivator'.

Jiang Yan and Xie Yusheng, relying on their keen five senses, heard the intermittent syllables that were almost dissipated in the air, and couldn't help but look at each other. After a moment of silence, they planned to continue to wait and see what happened.

"Let's go!"

Several monks discussed in low voices, intending to steal the sword while the 'Magic Cultivator' was not paying attention.

One of the tall and thin monks was the first to sacrifice a low-grade defensive talisman, and rushed up with a red copper knife in his hand!

Seeing that the skinny palm was about to reach the hilt of the sword, he couldn't help feeling overwhelmed, and a joyful expression appeared on his face: This peerless sword will soon be his!

But he didn't expect that the moment he touched the hilt of the sword, the red light of the sword flashed, and it flew out as if it had self-consciousness.

'Don't touch me—! '

A soft child's voice came from the glowing red sword, although it was immature, it was extremely cold.

At the same time, the long sword "swish, swish, swish" volleyed a few sword flowers without anyone touching it. The speed was so fast that it was hard to see clearly, and even the air was full of chilling taste.

The cultivator resisted the severe pain of the broken arm, and ran back scrambling, fearing that if he was too late, he would be cut into pieces by countless sword lights.

"This, this is the sword spirit!"

"My God, this sword actually has a formed sword spirit!"

"Damn, this kind of sword is actually in the hands of this wolf-hearted devil—"

Everyone looked at the sword even more scorchingly. The fifth-order spiritual weapon is unique in this small sect. They never expected that this sword would give birth to a sword spirit!

Among the tens of thousands of spirit swords, there may not be one that can form a sword consciousness. Only when the sword consciousness evolves slowly will it form a sword spirit, not to mention that the sword spirit of this sword has grown enough to cast sword moves!

It's a pity that the monks who have seen the ferocity of this sword dare not act rashly, for fear of being beheaded by the sharp blade.

The treasure is right in front of you but there is no way to get it. Everyone's eyes are red with jealousy, as if they are about to bleed. It looks even scarier than the red eyes of 'Maxiu'.

Jiang Yan was also a little surprised. He didn't expect to see a sword that gave birth to a sword spirit in such a remote place.

Sensing the master's thoughts, Chi Xiaojian hummed dissatisfiedly in his hand. If Jiang Yan hadn't held it tightly, he might have stepped forward to fight the sword.

'...I just sigh, don't get excited. '

Jiang Yan comforted him helplessly: "Chi Xiao, you are my natal sword." '

Chi Xiaojian has now developed a weak sword consciousness, and when it grows into a sword spirit, he will use the cold jade ice soul to refine it into his own natal sword.

Chi Xiaojian's sword body trembled, and the hilt rubbed against Jiang Yan's palm, and obediently did not move.

At the same time, the bow spirit in Xie Yusheng's dantian heard the voice of the sword spirit, and floated back and forth in the dantian unconvinced: "Master, you wait for me, I will transform soon!" '

Although she has grown a lot, she still looks like a little red cloud, for fear that her master will dislike her.

'good. Xie Yusheng gently stroked the bow on the back, input a ray of spiritual power, which was absorbed by the other party happily.

Seeing that the situation was at an impasse, Jiang Yan and Xie Yusheng jumped off the flying magic weapon and appeared in front of everyone.

When Jiang Yan first arrived here, he felt that this task was not difficult to do.

The Nanyang Sect is just a small sect with less than 100 disciples. All the monks that can be seen only have qi refining skills, and most of them are low-level monks, the highest is no more than the tenth level of qi refining.

As for the 'Magic Cultivator', Jiang Yan saw that he was at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and he did not know what method he used to skyrocket his cultivation to the early stage of foundation establishment, but it was not difficult for the two of them to deal with.

but……

Jiang Yan took another look at the figure who was hiding in the black mist and turned a blind eye to all the monks, but kept looking for something with his head half down, thinking deeply.

The deliberate movement of Jiang Yan and the other attracted the attention of all the monks, and many monks looked at them with hostility and vigilance.

"Who are you, report your name quickly—"

"Do you still need to ask, I must be here to grab the sword now!"

"If you want to grab the sword, you have to see if you have the ability!"

The monks who were on guard against each other just now suddenly began to unite to resist foreign enemies.

Several monks looked at each other, planning to deal with the foreign enemy first, and then decide the ownership of the sword.

Although these two people can't see the cultivation base, but the age seems to be less than 20 years old, and they don't think they are very powerful.

Moreover, a monk licked his lips, "These two boys look like rich young masters, and they must have a lot of spirit stones on them."Hehe, after killing them, the storage bag will naturally be yours...'

Only the cultivator on the tenth floor of Qi Refining gasped, and immediately hid behind the crowd and shivered.

With his [-]th level of Qi Refining, he couldn't see through the cultivation of the two of them. This... where did this monster come from!

The few male cultivators standing in front looked obsessively at Xie Yusheng's flawless and peerless face under the moonlight, wiped the saliva from his mouth, and smiled wretchedly: "This beauty, why do you have to work hard to cultivate with such a face? Let's double repair together—”

Before the words fell, there was a flash of white light, and the Chixiao sword was sheathed instantly. Before everyone could see how Jiang Yan made a move, the male cultivators covered their mouths and let out a scream of 'ho ho', and the blood flowed from the The fingertips kept gushing out, and the pain was so painful that he almost passed out.

"Tongue, tongue."

A monk quickly covered his mouth with his palm after speaking, not daring to say more.

Everyone looked down and saw a few flesh-red pieces of meat falling on the ground, and they couldn't help but sweat.

Before they could react, they cut off the tongues of several monks with just one sword strike, this, this...

The monks who were planning to make a move quickly retreated behind the crowd and looked at each other with lingering fear. Fortunately, they were not impulsive just now.

At this time, the disciples of the Nanyang School's sound transmission finally recognized the logo of the Liuyun Sect, stepped forward and respectfully said: "See the two seniors of the Liuyun Sect."

The author has something to say: Nanyang faction: villages connect to the Internet.

Yanyan: I, I, I kissed Brother Xie forcibly, and I will definitely be responsible.

Xie Yusheng: I'm waiting (laughs.)

感谢在2021-02-0520:59:30~2021-02-0621:06:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: I want ki1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Junshang Anhao 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!