After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

I would rather not fight half of the most annoying fights and let others intervene.

But when his spiritual power is exhausted and he can only use the blood talisman to deplete his spiritual consciousness, he is still very happy for someone to intervene.

His ways have always been open and closed, and if he doesn't make a big noise in the fight, it seems that he doesn't match his aura as a big devil, but there is a disadvantage in this way-the spiritual energy is consumed especially quickly.

Although he is not as talented as Ning Xingyuan, but he is also a heavenly body, otherwise the master will not spend all his time to bring people after his branch has fallen, so Ning Xingyuan is not for cultivation He rises faster than others, and has a steady stream of spiritual power, he can make it whatever he wants.

He never thought that one day he would use his spiritual power to save his fingers.

Now that his spiritual power is exhausted, even if he wins against Wen Heshen, he will not win much. Taking advantage of Wen Zaiye's interruption, his spiritual sense went out and sneaked in.

As long as he still has a Jade Spirit Pill, he definitely doesn't want to go to this door again—although this unknown old monster is full of spiritual power and seems to be a little slow in response, he is not a character to be messed with after all. Wrong divine friendship made the big devil still couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body.

But he was really stretched, so he had to take the risk to do it again. I hope that old monster's brain is not working anymore.

The mark left before was still there, Ning Buwei slipped into the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness very easily.

The first time he was born, the second time he was acquainted, and the third time he visited, he still disguised himself as a cloud of black mist. After contemplating for a while, he carefully wrapped the black mist with a layer of white mist, and found a hidden and convenient place to escape. He took out four pieces of Suzaku.

In the center of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, Chu Jun watched with his own eyes the extremely arrogant black mist that tore away his spiritual power, and then turned into a white mist to disguise himself, speechless for a while.

In order to avoid the embarrassing situation last time, Ning Buwei only came here this time with spiritual consciousness, and decided to make a quick decision, and ran away if he squeezed it out.

Chu Jun, who originally planned to turn a blind eye to the child's face: ...

This fellow is somewhat impolite.

So when Ning Buwei turned around, he faced another cloud of white mist.

Ning Buwei: "..."

There was a hint of embarrassment in being caught off guard, but fortunately he had a thick skin and reacted quickly enough to turn around and run.

Chu Jun stretched out his hand, and accurately pressed his shoulder in the mist. He was about to speak, but the other party grabbed his wrist and twisted it hard.

Fighting in the sea of ​​consciousness is even more dangerous than outside. Even Chu Jun did not dare to underestimate the enemy. Following his strength, he flipped over lightly. His snow-white sleeves brushed Ning Buwei's face, and the water rippled under their feet.

Ning Buwei's five fingers became claws, and he clasped the opponent without letting go. The thin and cold wrist fell on his hot palm, making him stunned for a moment.

Even a moment of stupefaction is fatal, and it is better not to be in the wrong, after the other party breaks free, he retreats quickly, and countless cold arrows formed by condensed spiritual power stab at the big acupuncture points all over his body.

In desperation, Ning Buwei suddenly turned over backwards, the hem of the black clothes slipped through the white mist and then disappeared, rolled a few times and landed on the ground, a clear and white sword pierced through the thick fog to reach the ground. At his throat, countless cold arrows flew down, firmly nailing the hem of his clothes and sleeves to the surface of the water.

Ning Buwei was lying halfway on the water with his arms propped up on his upper body, his long hair scattered. Although he couldn't see the opponent's face and expression clearly through the thick fog, he didn't detect much killing intent from the opponent.

More like a warning.

However, Ning Buwei has always been the best at pushing his nose on his face, and he also knows that those who know current affairs are heroes, and the big devil can bend and stretch. Calm down."

Just looking at the vastness and thickness of this sea of ​​consciousness, there is no one who can't cultivate at the age of [-], and seniors can't make mistakes.

An arrogant and lazy voice sounded in the empty sea of ​​consciousness, but there was no response for a long time.

Ning Buwei's thoughts turned quickly, while guessing that he was probably an idiot, at the same time, he wanted to raise his hand to push the long sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, but who knew that the long sleeve was nailed to the water, and he couldn't move it.

He was annoyed in his heart, thinking how to smash the old monster into pieces and devour his spiritual power, but there was a little more pretended respect in his tone, "Why don't you let me go first?"

Chu Jun's eyes fell on the other's hand that was propped on the water. It was slender and powerful, with well-defined joints, but there was a strong evil spirit hidden in it, trying to invade his sea of ​​consciousness, and his thoughts were extremely sinister and vicious.

Ning Buwei felt a pain in the side of his neck, and the smile that he had forced to pull under the mist suddenly darkened.

The other party's cold and deep voice pierced through the fog and fell into his ears, "If you move around again, your left hand will be chopped off."

It was the left hand that Ning Buwei was holding the talisman. Hearing this, he paused, hooked the corners of his mouth, and said with a loose smile in his voice, "Okay, I won't move."

Chu Jun in the mist was expressionless, "Why do you enter my sea of ​​consciousness again and again?"

He searched his entire sea of ​​consciousness, but found nothing unusual, but every time the other party could sneak in without a sound - the last time he took the initiative to bring someone in, the other party was in a coma the whole time, and didn't know about it at all.

Ning Buwei thought it was a damn good question.

He doesn't know why he can touch it every time he wants to touch it, but he is extremely lacking in spiritual power, and the other party has plenty of spiritual power. , this delicious owner seems to be easy to bully, if he doesn't bully him, he will be sorry for the title of devil.

But at this time, he is under the control of others, Ning Bu pretends to be casual and said: "The younger generation is not very clear, but it is difficult to move forward now, so I have to make such a bad plan and harass the senior many times."

Seemingly explained, but actually talking nonsense, Chu Jun was not fooled by him, and said coldly: "Has there ever been a sign?"

It is a big taboo to leave marks in other people's sea of ​​consciousness, Ning Buwei is naturally not stupid enough to admit it, and the other party is not naive enough to think that he will admit it, so a cold, white and slender hand fell on his heart.

The cold touch invaded the spiritual consciousness through a thin layer of clothing, and I would rather not have my scalp explode.

It has always been the big devil who does evil to control others, but now stealing chickens is not enough to control others, and it's nothing more than pinching his nose and submissive, this old thing dares to make an inch!

The big devil's temper flared up violently, he tore off the pinned sleeve, and slapped the blood talisman on the opponent's shoulder with his palm, using the blood talisman at the expense of his spiritual consciousness, and the blood fog filled the air in an instant.

Chu Jun's expression froze, and the vast spiritual power turned into a giant palm to slap, gathering all the blood mist in one place, and was about to bind the spirit, but suddenly there was a scorching pain on his right shoulder, and his movements stopped suddenly.

Ning Buwei took this opportunity to open a gap, and disappeared without a trace with a large amount of spiritual power in an instant.

There was a hole in the snow-white and flawless clothes, revealing the bloody wound inside, and the sinister black mist was absorbed and entrenched between the flesh and blood, extremely arrogant, like a light ink painting suddenly added a bright and coquettish blood color.

The wound on the shoulder was so deep that the bones were visible. Chu Jun looked down at the half black sleeve on the water, and a trace of coldness flashed in his calm eyes.

Strands of crimson spiritual power broke through the surface of the water, dragging the sleeve made of spiritual consciousness into the bottom of the water.

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Ning Buwei snapped back to his senses, the Longevity Cliff was still in front of him.

That old thing actually wanted to search for his soul, but he didn't think about whether he had the ability.

A stern look flashed across his face, but his reaction was dull for a moment because of the damage to his spiritual consciousness.

"You don't hate Chengfeng, nor me...you just don't want to face the reality." Wen Zaiye's voice rang in his ears.

Wen He sneered deeply.

Ning Buwei raised her eyelids and glanced at him.

"You sound nice." Wen Heshen stared at Wen Zaiye, "You're not me, why should you think for me? I hate Ning Chengfeng, and I hate you too! Everything shouldn't have happened in the first place, he Ning Chengfeng's life and Linglong Gu must stay today!"

Before Wen Zaiye could speak, Wen Heshen slapped him on the forehead to freeze him in place, and pointed at Ning Buwei with Xianfeng Sword and left.

Although Ning Buwei's spiritual consciousness was damaged, the spiritual power gained at the price was incomparably abundant, and the scarlet spiritual power was extremely easy to use. He sacrificed the Suzaku knife handle, and in an instant, the four pieces of Suzaku The fragments fused into a long, narrow knife.

"Chong!"

The narrow knife and the long sword collided suddenly in the morning light, and the spiritual power surged from the center of the two to the surroundings, cutting off countless maple trees in the Longevity Cliff!

Wen Heshen's expression was gloomy, and he put his two fingers together to strike down. In an instant, countless black clouds rolled from the sky, and several mysterious thunders tore through the sky, like countless spreading spider webs, covering the entire Broken Heart Cliff in an instant, besieging Ning Buwei in.

Although the forcibly assembled Suzaku Narrow Saber is scattered in shape, it is much stronger than a few broken blades. Although Ning Buwei is good at formation symbols, his sword skills are not weak. The dark runes burst out from the handle As soon as it came out, it entangled the thin and sharp blade like a living thing, and split the menacing black thunder with the momentum of splitting mountains and filling the sea. Countless lightning scorched the edge of his wide sleeve, and fine fly ash rose all over the sky.

"What... happened over there?" Feng Zizhang was helping Jiang Yizheng up from the ground, when he saw the sudden change of wind and cloud on the Broken Heart Cliff in the east, with lightning and thunder.

"Could it be that senior and Elder Wen fought?" Jiang Yi was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, but he caught a glimpse of a cold light coming towards them from the corner of his eye, and pushed Feng Zizhang to the side.

The inner disciples on the ground fainted, and the only ones standing were Feng Zizhang and Jiang Yizheng. Jiang Yizheng raised his sword to resist, but he saw that it was Wu Liang, Chen Feng and Sun Zhi who were guarding the mountain and guarding the Xingjietang dungeon. When the earthquake collapsed, they actually ran out, and happened to see the mess everywhere.

New and old grudges come together, the two sides are naturally extremely jealous when they meet, Jiang Yizheng is unable to do enough to retreat steadily, and is almost pierced by Chen Feng's sword. The pill was swallowed in one gulp.

For her, the surging spiritual power instantly filled her whole body, Jiang Yizheng's eyes lit up, and he clenched the sword in his hand.

"Brother!!" Feng Zizhang's terrified roar suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Brother!" Wu Liang and Chen Feng also changed color suddenly.

I saw the fainted inner disciples on the ground erupting from the dantian with golden lights, converging into one place and going straight to the direction of the heartbroken cliff, but their bodies suddenly became old, like dead corpses.

Feng Zizhang rushed forward to grab Han Ziyang's hand, intending to send him spiritual power, but as soon as he touched it, Han Ziyang's whole body instantly turned into powder, "Brother!!"

"Brother!" Wu Liang shouted at Wu Zisong and Wu Zichen, before he could meet them, he ended up in the same fate as Han Ziyang.

Chen Feng looked at the flying ash all over the ground in dismay, and roared angrily, "What the hell is going on!?"

The golden light that flew out from the sea of ​​consciousness of more than a hundred inner disciples in Xingjietang was gathered on Wen Zaye who couldn't move.

Wen Zaiye suddenly had countless strange souls, he looked up at Wen Heshen in panic, "Xiaohe, what did you do!?"

Wen Heshen didn't answer him, but looked at Ning Buwei with a gloomy smile, "Do you think you are the only one who knows how to form formations? Ever since you stepped into this Heartbreaking Cliff, you have already been in my formation! The more noise you make, the faster the Linglong bone you hold will melt!"

Ning Buwei's expression changed, and he suddenly lowered his head to look at Ning Xiu who was unusually quiet in his arms.

He always ignored the fights, and naturally he didn't notice Ning Xiu's abnormality. He only thought that his son was extraordinarily well-behaved, but he didn't think about how outrageous Ning Xiu's quietness during this time was.

Wen Heshen held the Xianfeng Sword in his hand as swiftly as the wind, and thunder was everywhere around him, "The more you use your spiritual power in this battle, the faster he will be refined! Ning Chengfeng, you should also experience it today. How does it feel to watch a loved one die!"

Ning Buwei's scarlet eyes exploded in an instant, and his anger was soaring: "Wen, He, Shen!"