Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

A beautiful and enchanting woman's figure appeared from the blasted sky. She rushed out of the broken snow wearing a Shura red dress, raised her sword and flew towards the sky, and cut it down with one blow.

Jun Yao flew to dodge, and the Gouyue ice edge was instantly shattered into ice slag by the sword energy, and fell on the snow like a rain of flowers, leaving countless small holes.

This person? Without hesitation, he flashed in front of Jun Yao. The enemy? He was extremely jealous when they met.

The sword technique of "Shangshang Liuhuo" in Shangqing Ruins is magnificent and mighty, like a raging fire burning everything, but at this time, hands and feet can't be used, the illusion created by the Nine Serenity Sensation Technique is designed to overcome this person's technique. If you use the technique of "participating in business and flowing fire", it is tantamount to binding yourself in a cocoon.

Killing? No way, on the contrary, I was backlashed by myself first.

Maybe the other party just took a fancy to her, besieged her with fire, and incinerated the world like a dream and a dreamlike severe winter.

The thick black and deep cold long hair was instantly dried by the scorching heat. This person? His body was so hot, and the spiritual power on his sword was also covered with air waves. He caught the wind and frost sword intent with a clang, and the oncoming scalding rushed to Jun Yao. Face.

Jun Yao's moves are murderous, this person? Eye-catching and smiling? The two of them are on par. After half a stick of kung fu, Jun Yao, who has lost [-]% to [-]% of his spiritual power, is gradually weakening.

The two long swords collided again and formed a scissor shape. This person saw some clues, finally raised his vermilion eyelids, and said triumphantly: "between you and me, why waste spiritual power to set up an illusion of virtual reality? To imprison me, as long as Chang Yi tells you, I will stay."

Jun Yao slapped this person's face with all his strength, and the palm was so powerful that he brushed past his face and hit the snow behind him. With a bang, a snow wave ten feet high was suddenly blown away.

"I wanted to trap you, but now I just want to kill you!"

Before he finished speaking, he held the sword in both hands and stood it upright in front of his face. The body of the Fengshuang Sword was as bright as new, reflecting a sinister and ruthless eye.Jun Yao's clothes were fluttering, riding the wind, and the aura of heaven and earth flowed into the sword like the wind and snow.

That person? Her expression, which was as plain as water, was finally cracked at this moment. Holding the sword flower in her hand, she hurriedly said: "I think I am wrong, but I have never done anything to you!"

"indeed."

"But you damn it!"

The Fengshuang sword wrapped in monstrous spiritual power made the surrounding area freeze three feet, and all the wind and snow condensed in the void.

In an instant, snowflakes fell, and Jun Yao rushed over like a shooting star with his sword, matching the tip of the sword that was also gathering scorching waves of fire.

The two strands of spiritual power instantly merged into one and then exploded with a loud bang. The spiritual power swept across the entire snowy area, pushing the accumulated snow layers to all directions.

Then the whole illusion was shaken.

Countless cracks like deep ravines were broken on the battlefield. Jun Yao was shaken back a few steps, barely using the wind and frost sword to prop up his figure on the snow. The woman in the red dress of Raksha? On the side, the black-haired and red-clothed man was covered under the white snow, his throat was throbbing with hot blood.

She just brushed off the snow in front of her eyes.

Keng——The tip of the Fengshuang Sword is pointing at the center of the eyebrows. Jun Yao's face is pale, but her tone is still as usual, and she said: "You should never have lured her here. Qinze."

"Ahem," Qinze was born with a variety of charms, a pair of fox tricks are all seductive, paired with the Rakshasa red dress, it is even more charming to all living beings.

At this time, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, raised her finger to wipe it away gently, and then looked up at her, with a trace of madness in her blood-soaked eyes, "If I don't let her come over, how will I know? I want to know? everything of!"

"Xing Tian, ​​Xing Tian Corpse!"

Qin Ze stared at her with a gloomy expression, "The ancient five great god corpses are Bi corpse, Xia Geng corpse, female ugly corpse, ancestral corpse and Xingtian corpse, among them there are two headless corpses, one is Xia Geng corpse, The second is Xingtian Corpse. According to the legend, "the latter competed with the emperor for the gods, and the emperor cut off his head and buried it on the mountain of Changyang, with the milk as the eyes, the navel as the mouth, and the dry Qi Yiwu." Who Can you think of it? Who can think of it!"

"Xing Tian, ​​the ancient god of war, unexpectedly appeared in a small, barren place like Hejia Village. I heard that someone? Witnessed Xing Tian's corpse forcing your little beloved disciple to eat a bloody thing. What is that thing, Chang Yi, are you just Not curious at all?"

"Why do you need others to intervene in this matter?" Jun Yao was as cold as ice.

"Hahaha, in fact, Chang Yi, you also want to know? Do you know? Cough cough cough, why are you pretending to be high-spirited? You and I both understand that everything left by the ancient gods is unique and rare treasures! Who? Don't want to Want? And who? Don’t want to 'find out'?"

Jun Yao said indifferently: "...that one? It's you."

"You are the only one in the illusion created by Jiuyou's photojournalism? Why did you bring her in? Who is the person behind your scenes?"

The Fengshuang sword moved down to Qinze's throat, as long as this person dared to speak nonsense, he could be pierced through the throat by a sword.

"Then I have to ask her herself," Qin Ze restrained his madness, and smiled sweetly, without the slightest sense of frustration and loneliness after being defeated.

"I just messed up a covered truth in her dream, and told her to go to the end of the barren hill of Pingyun Mountain, where there is a snowy area, as long as you find the snow demon in the snowy area, you can find it." Just the answer."

Pingyun Mountain is said to be a mountain, but it is just a hill raised by wind and sand. It is located on the easternmost side of the junction of Shangqing Ruins and Lingxu Territory. There are tens of thousands of hectares of wind and sand rising from the ground, whizzing past and flooding the horse's feet. Is it the most suitable for killing people? The burial ground where the corpses are thrown, the wind and sand can drown the corpses, swallowing them without leaving even a scum.

So far, there are very few people in the realm of comprehension. Enemies are everywhere, so the burial place that everyone recognizes in their hearts has become a nameless place.

Qinze breathed out vainly, coughing and mocking, "By the way, your apprentice is so naive.

"Being led by me all the way, you are so brave and fearless, you still want my life? If I were her, I would definitely..."

As she spoke, she suddenly bent her body as if lacking oxygen, took a deep breath, and suddenly coughed out a big mouthful of blood, which could be discerned carefully.

It is still useful for Jun Yao to save her life, but if she is allowed to die at this time, it will be useless when the thing is dug out.

She stepped forward and squatted down, took out a pill, and was about to stuff it into Qinze's mouth.

In an instant, there was a sudden change.

Weak, Qin Ze, who was coughing with his head down, flashed his eyes, and the blade of the dagger hidden in his red sleeves shone brightly. Jun Yao leaned back, and the dagger brushed against his eyes with lightning speed, even within a few centimeters. , those beautiful peach blossom eyes could splatter blood on the spot.

Jun Yao kicked his heels, slid back as light as a swallow, threw his hands, and shouted at the same time: "Fengshuang! Order!"

The Fengshuang Sword, whose body was covered in frost, suddenly hit Qinze's chest with a white light, and raised his hand. Knock, the long sword and dagger came face to face.

Qinze lost her long sword, and a dagger could withstand it for a while. Jun Yao, a monk in the Mahayana period, had already damaged her internal organs and tendons. Jun Yao was not in a hurry to kill her with a sword, but fought like a cat. Mouse-like, eager to be caught.

Jun Yao manipulated the Fengshuang Sword to intentionally let Qinze lose his strength completely, so that he could tidy up people properly.

But the other party didn't think so, Qinze's face turned pale, wishing he could bite her to death, "Su, Su Changyi, don't go too far?!" She roared.

Jun Yao's face was cold and cold, and she smiled nonchalantly.

She not only wants to go too far, but also go too far.

The wind and snow howled, and the sky and the earth were one color.

Jun Yao recalled the scene she had seen before, her only beloved disciple, her belly was like a red flower torn into pieces, her eyes were deeply reddened in the wind and snow.

That handsome, delicate, childish face was bloodless, as if it had just crawled out of a coffin.She saw her, she yearned for her, she called her Shizun, and she asked her why Shizun came.

At that moment, her mood moved slightly.

She thinks that she treats He Qingxie indifferently, and she is not stingy with the affection she deserves as a teacher and student. He Qingxie always respects her in every way, lest she be offended.

She never thought that she would work so hard for this casual apprentice.

The purpose of setting up the Nine Nether Sensation Technique is to prevent Qinze from escaping back to the outside of Lingxu. This woman pretended to be a disciple of Yaoshan and broke into her boudoir again and again, intending to do something wrong.

After all, Qinze can't be compared with ordinary sect disciples, and Shangqingxu has no intention of making enemies outside of Lingxu, so Qinze can't kill her if she wants to.What's more, the head of one sect pretended to be a disciple in the boudoir of another sect's Immortal Venerable in the middle of the night. If the news spread, maybe it would cause more troubles.

This was the last thing she wanted to see.

But this kind of reluctance, at this moment, seems much paler and weaker.

Jun Yao's eyes were gloomy and gloomy, and her silver hair danced wildly in the snow. If Qin Ze hadn't hurt He Qingxie, maybe she could have survived.

Unfortunately, no assumptions.

Qinze really wanted to "find out" what happened. The snow demon she transformed into was all deadly to He Qingxie, trying to make He Qingxie's pill shatter, and Daoxiao.

And she almost succeeded.

In the process of He Qingxie being intercepted instead of chasing after him, the stabbing ice edge pierced her dantian and also injured her golden core.The dantian was seriously injured, and cracks appeared faintly in the golden core, and it was impossible to stop the loss in time. The monk's golden core is like a mirror, and it is irreversible to reunite after a broken mirror.

Everyone in the world of cultivating immortals regards Jindan as a treasure, as if he congratulates Qingxie alone and doesn't understand this truth.

Of course, He Qingxie is indeed her "good disciple". Since seven years ago, he has been obedient to her and obeyed her words. It can be said that he has nothing to ask for. Now this unprecedented first request? Asked her half-body cultivation base .

Between grievances and resentments, does she owe her?

Jun Yao calmed down and said indifferently: "You hurt my disciple, I want your life, that's all."

A difference in realm? It is the difference between heaven and hell. Qinze's cultivation base is not as good as that of a master in the Mahayana period, and the lack of spiritual power is undoubtedly a fatal problem.Therefore, from the moment she stepped into the snowy illusion, she lost her chance.

When the victim backed up again and again, the dagger came out, and the person rolled around on the snow, covered in snow. When she stood up, her sword Chang Rong was in front of her eyes, and she barely took it with one kick .

The Fengshuang Sword was cast with a spell, and her arm was numb due to the heavy force. Qin Ze gulped down a mouthful of blood. Her blood-stained face was pale and feeble, and she was dressed in Shura's red clothes, more like a phoenix emerging from the flames.

Qinze panted heavily: "Changyi, look, I've been hurt so badly by you that I don't even want to call you by your full name. Why, why do you push me so hard?"

The sound fell, and the sword edge stopped with a clang, and the Fengshuang sword stopped on top of Qinze's head, and then flew backwards with a hissing sound. Jun Yao held the sword in his hand, and jumped forward without saying a word.

Her subordinates' moves became more and more fierce and unpredictable. She stared deeply at Qinze's lower abdomen and attacked Qinze's vertical sword against the cold light, frowning slightly. She noticed something, adjusted her breathing, and ate: "I know ? Dao, my resistance is just delaying death, but I still have something to say to you."

"She is really your good disciple, even if you kill me, you will not forget to avenge her."

The silver hair dances with the wind and snow, she is the only ruler in this world.

Jun Yao frowned, and the peach petals between her eyebrows became more and more vivid. She said: "Revenge? I said that I want your life!"

The spiritual power skyrocketed, the wind and frost sword energy soared to the sky, and the world was flooded with heavy snow, the frosty breath fell from the sky, the wind and snow condensed into ice crystals and quickly scraped the air, wrapping the long sword, the sound of ice crystals colliding was clear and clear, surpassing everyone ? Xianle.

The severe cold froze everything in an instant, Jun Yao remained expressionless, and stabbed the opponent's heart with a sword, pushing towards Qin Ze inch by inch.Qinze backed away again and again. Seeing this scene, his heart was almost desperate. His subordinates pinched the decision and said stiffly, "But I am now! I don't want to die yet!"

With a lightning strike, Fengshuang pierced through the chest with a sword, and Frost Flower froze the flesh and blood in an instant.

Qinze's eyes were wide open, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw a layer of hoarfrost on his chest before the blood splattered, and he was stunned.

Shangqing Ruins must maintain peace in the cultivation world for a hundred years, and not fight against the evenly matched Lingxu Outbound. The two great immortal sects have formed an enmity, and the hostility will cause chaos in half of the comprehension world.

I really didn't expect Jun Yao to be able to do this for a disciple regardless of the consequences.

Apart from being shocked, Qinze was more filled with hatred. She stared at Jun Yao, taking a gulp of blood stuck in her throat, unable to get up or down.

At this point, she has nothing to say.

Jun Yao tapped several large acupuncture points on her body, and quickly pulled out the sword. The long sword carved with frost flower reliefs threw a stream of blood, which landed on the pure and flawless snow and was stained into a strange splash-like red flower.

Throwing the sword into the void, Jun Yao held onto Qinze's shoulders, carried the man with him, jumped up, and went straight to the phantom hollow snow hill.

The shrinking snow area has not disappeared, and this seemingly real snow field still covers the barren hills that were originally desolate, inhabited, and inaccessible.

As soon as he entered the snow hill, Jun Yao threw the man on the ground, clapped his hands in disgust, and raised his hand to summon the Fengshuang Sword, the light of the sword moved slightly.

He Qingxie was flashed by the sword light, she sat on the bed and calmed down, and when she opened her eyes, she saw the master who was bullying the bully.

She was startled.

"Master?"

Jun Yao didn't respond.

The tip of the sword cut through the red clothes, and gently opened the skirt of the clothes. The leisurely style of dancing flowers and moonlight was completely different from the immortal who had just killed decisively.

He Qingxie noticed that this body seemed to be stiff for a moment, and looked at the Shura woman in red on the ground without blinking.It took a moment to stabilize his expression, and he went to see her master calmly.

With a concentrated expression on Jun Yao's face, the tip of the sword was like a fish in water, and she peeled off the woman's last layer of clothes, and the exposed area was covered with white flowers.

The three-dimensional shock!

He Qingxie's cheeks flushed, and he turned his face away, unable to bear to look at it.

The Fengshuang Sword didn't disappear immediately, but was hanging above the lower abdomen, the cold tip of the sword pointed directly at the skin as white as jade, which could be broken by bullets.

Qinze seemed to have investigated something, looked up at her with red eyes, and said angrily, "Su Changyi, even if you shatter my elixir, will your apprentice's golden elixir be recovered? I think you have lived for a hundred years, don't you?" You don’t even know that breaking a pill is as irreversible as losing your essence and blood? Do you understand?”

Jun Yao finally raised her eyes, and her eyes fell on the extremely ugly face. Qinze's face was serious, without any expression on the verge of despair. She frowned, and the Fengshuang Sword fell in the air.

With a pop, the sound of the sharp blade passing through the flesh was like passing through a piece of oil-soaked rice paper.

He Qingxie called out.

The flames of the Yanhuang Shenmu moved slightly, reflecting Jun Yao's well-defined eyebrows and eyes. His eyebrows were like distant blacks, his nose was like a bold one, and his thin lips were lightly pursed together, forming a sharp line.

Over the past hundred years, the years have changed and vicissitudes have changed, but they have not been able to wear off her edges and make her gentle.The imprint left in the eyes of the iris peach blossom made her even more ruthless and independent from the world.

The high place is extremely cold, and what she stands in the Shangqing Ruins is not only the four-character signboard of "Junyao Xianzun", but also an unreachable existence and insurmountable belief and pursuit in the eyes of thousands of monks.

Through these eyes, He Qingxie looked at the ground silently. She licked her dry lips and asked abruptly, "How did she become like this?"

Jun Yao's eyes were calm and silent, more like waves that had been suppressed for a long time, gurgling and flowing under the deep ice. She raised her sword and picked up "Qin Ze", who was no longer a human being.

The plump and graceful beauty? Ren? has turned into a colorful oil-skinned man? The facial features on the leather surface are as regular as ordinary people? Even the length of the body and limbs are the same as ordinary people?

He Qingxie's heart was indescribably complicated.

"Controlling the spirit into the body, a trick like puppetry." Jun Yao was silent, raised his hand and threw the oily man? onto the fire of the Yanhuang Shenmu and burned it, "When I leave, is there any change here?"

No matter where the illusion under the Nine Nether Sensation Technique is reduced, there is always a place to hide. She has a snowy illusion, and Qinze has an illusion technique.The two? They both generate and restrain each other, complement each other and complement each other, as if they are always entangled.

He Qingxie looked at her and said, "No."

"Uh huh——" her eyes flashed, she suddenly bent down covering her belly, her brows were furrowed tightly, her whole body trembled violently, and the long hair hanging on her thin shoulders also trembled, with a muffled voice Said: "It hurts."

Jun Yao supported her shoulders, gathered her spiritual power and channeled it to her dantian. After losing the spiritual power, the long sleeves of Chanyue's silver-clothed Taoist robe rolled up in the void, and she just wanted to ask "how do you feel?"

In the next second, He Qingxie raised his right hand, which was covering his lower abdomen, to chop horizontally, and with a snort, the cold light pierced the wide sleeves of his silver clothes, and cut his arm, with bones visible.

The corner of the sleeve fell to the ground lightly, and the sound of cracking silk still seemed to be cracking in my ears, tick, tick, blood flowed profusely from the bruised wrist.

The breath that was close at hand was gradually grabbed by the tail by a trace of blood, dragging it in the cold air to linger to death.

Jun Yao seemed to have expected something, or perhaps it was her eyes that had not been stained with dust for a long time covered everything up for her.

She was used to being calm, perfect? ​​On her impeccable face, a crack finally appeared. She frowned, and quickly leaned on him, strangled He Qingxie's neck, and exerted force with her five fingers.

"reason."

"Cough cough, Xing Tian, ​​Master wants it too, wants to know too? You know what that monster ate for me, right?"

Not long ago, after Immortal Junyao left, this body was meditating, sitting and adjusting her breath, but the overwhelming pain in her dantian made her uneasy. Even in such a place of ice and snow, her forehead was unbearably covered. Layers of sweat.

"Are you her baby lover?"

The sudden voice made He Qingxie panicked. Opening her eyes, she dumbfoundedly looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in the snow hill, with her palms pressed against her lower abdomen, trembling slightly.

She is not sure whether this person is good or bad. She came to this snowy region just to find the snow demon, and she has no intention of provoking or even offending others.

Although there were many loopholes in the words that lied to her before coming here, she still believed it without hesitation.

Seeing someone? Don't answer or ask, Qinze walked over with nimble steps, sat next to her, and pressed He Qingxie's shoulder with his arm covered in Shura's red clothes. , Breathing orchid breath.

"I don't like talking in circles, so I'll just tell you straight."

With the other hand, she pinched the orchid with her finger and slowly stroked it along He Qingxie's cheeks, and finally reached the chin, lifting her face.

He Qingxie hates others? The inexplicable touch can be said to be disgusting. She hated it deeply, lowered her eyes, and moved her lips slightly: "Let go."

"Haha, how can you have the same temperament as your master? They are all acting high and high, like others? They are all dust on the soles of their feet."

Qin Ze laughed instead of anger? How much more forceful was the force holding her? His unscrupulous eyes traced the delicate facial features and clear outline.

"But I just like this kind of arrogance. You are quite similar to her, but unfortunately, you are not as good as her after all."

He Qingxie frowned, she almost subconsciously guessed who the other party was referring to as "she".

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"Don't be so nervous, I'm here for nothing serious, I just want to tell you some news."

"what news?"

"The reason why you came here."

With an inexplicable smile in his eyes, Qinze tapped He Qingxie's dantian with his fingertips painted with Kodan, and pressed it lightly.

He Qingxie snorted suddenly, "Hmm."

In the five bloody holes? The blood has long since dried up and turned black, and a strong and pungent bloody smell lingers around the body. It won't go away.

Qinze asked: "Have you heard of the five ancient corpse ancestors?"

Since being accepted as a disciple by Jun Yao, He Qingxie has been honestly studying in the Lingqing Hall. Her master is busy improving her realm all day long in the Mahayana period, and rarely restrains her.

In addition to morning class, eating, sleeping, and free time, she would take all kinds of books to the Yunya Mountain behind Lingqing Hall, where the picturesque scenery and vast mist seem to calm all emotions, whether excited or sad.Day after day, year after year, the more she went, the more books she read, and the more things she learned.

Through this body, He Qingxie stared at her carefully and asked, "Are they related to me?"

The author has something to say:  …

Ah, the damn backstage