[Comprehensive] The way home of the poisonous sister

Yueluo saw a person suddenly descending from the sky, and the blade of the sword, which was no longer dazzling under the sunlight, quickly dodged, just in time to watch the person fall to the ground right under her nose.

Ziying fell on the sunflower bush in a big shape, just smashing the whole sunflower bush.

Suddenly appearing in a strange place, Ziying never panicked, she just thought that she had stepped into some unknown teleportation array by mistake, as long as she found the exit, she could return to Qionghua.

Holding a long sword in her hand, Ziying stood up from among the sunflower bushes, and shook off the sunflowers that were stained with her Taoist uniform. She looked sternly around Zhou Yi, only to find a long sword emitting a faint blue light floating in the air.

Obviously it's just a sword, but Ziying feels like being watched.

Moreover, this sense of voyeurism made Ziying feel inexplicably familiar.

Without thanking you, I heard a burst of light and slow footsteps approaching me from not far away.

When the incident happened, because the red nightshade pulled the nightshade away from the flowers early, so it was not disturbed at all. At this time, seeing the culprit popping up, I was naturally curious, so I pulled the nightshade and walked over together. .

"Who are you, why are you here suddenly?" Hongkui asked him while protecting Solanum nigrum standing beside her and secretly gazing at the stranger who appeared in front of her eyes. Obvious vigilance.

"Murong Ziying, a disciple of the Qionghua Sect, stepped into this place after entering the teleportation formation by mistake. Can I ask you, Miss, where is this place?"

Although Murong Ziying didn't see the identity of the two girls with exactly the same appearance walking towards her, but from the aura of the two of them, she could sense that their identities were somewhat unusual.

"Qinghua School?" Hong Kui and Solanum nigrum looked at each other, and they both saw a daze in each other's eyes.

Hongkui looked at Yueluo, who had become quiet since the person in front of her appeared. She walked up to her and asked softly, "Yueluo, do you know where the Qionghua faction is?"

Hongkui and Solanum nigrum don't even know how Jiang Guo left, let alone the Qionghua faction who is not in this world.

Of course, the two didn't think too much about it, they just thought it was a remote sect of cultivating immortals.

The reputation is not very big, and the spread is not far away, so the demon kings in the chain demon tower don't know about it, so it is understandable.

Seeing the woman in front of her suddenly go to the sword and talk to it, although Ziying was puzzled, she didn't ask any further questions.

After all, it's other people's business, no matter how much you ask, it has nothing to do with you.

Yueluo hesitated, not knowing whether to respond to Hongkui's question.

Yueluo has always been satisfied with her identity.

Although this world has experienced some things because of this identity, Yueluo has always regarded those things as a test for herself.

But when she saw this person in front of her, Yueluo suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Although I don't know what sect he is, but looking at the sword box on his back and the clothes he is wearing, it is obvious that he is the attire of a cultivator.

Although I am not a monster in this world, I am not much different from a monster.

A spirit formed from a sword is different from a human after all.

Although, Yueluo also understands that the young man in front of her just has the same face as Brother Hua, not the same person. Men's temperaments vary greatly.

But for someone with the same face, Yueluo couldn't be completely unimpressive after all.

Forget it, since I encountered things in the world, there are naturally reasons for it, and I am so entangled, I still don't want to face it unceasingly.

Thinking of this, Yueluo's sword meandered down, came to Hongkui's hand, and said to her: "I have never heard of the Qionghua sect, I may ask the people of Shushan."

"Are you a sword spirit?"

When Ziying heard the sword speak, she immediately clenched the sword in her hand, the hostility in her heart was almost ready to go.

His eyes also pierced sharply.

Ziying once saw in the sword manual left by her master that when the energy of the sword is sufficient or an opportunity arises, the spiritual sword will transform into a human form.

It's just that although she has heard of such things, Ziying has never seen it with her own eyes.

So Ziying is not sure whether the person in front of her is a monster who intentionally transformed into a deceitful person.

Just knew it would be like this.

Yueluo felt a little sour and astringent in her heart.

After all, being confronted with a sword by a man who looks exactly like the man she first put in her heart, no matter how strong Yueluo's mind is, she will be powerless in the end.

"Don't bully Sister Yueluo." Solanum nigrum stood in front of Yueluo's sword, and for the first time, anger was in Chengche's eyes.

Probably a person with a pure heart is always easy to find hostility in others.

So the stranger in front of him just moved, and Solanum nigrum noticed it.

"Are you not a mortal either?"

When she saw the girl in front of her, standing in the sun, there was no shadow, Ziying's serious face changed, her brows were furrowed, and she looked at the person opposite, with murderous intent in her eyes.

Seeing that the person in front of him was full of murderous aura, Hong Kui immediately shielded Solanum nigrum behind her, and looked at him with sharp eyes.

The words that were spoken also carried obvious hostility.

"Is it related to you as a mortal? You cultivators are really annoying. Do you know how to attack demons and ghosts whenever you see them?"

Ziying's hand holding the sword tightened, her eyes were puzzled, she didn't want to explain to the two non-human and non-demon women in front of her, but she said in a strange way: "It's a matter of course for a person who cultivates immortals to eliminate demons and defend the way." .”

"Then Daoist, will spirits like us that have never killed a single creature be slaughtered one by one?" Solanum nigrum emerged from behind Hongkui, with bewildered eyes, as if he didn't understand why he Didn't do anything bad, but had to be killed.

"This..." Ziying was at a loss for words.

Since I was born in Qionghua, no one has ever said whether there are ghosts and ghosts that should or should not be killed.

It seems that as long as they are demons and ghosts, they should disappear.

Isn't that how things have always been?

But, if they didn't have a trace of blood on their hands, would he kill them too?

After seeing the sword in the man's hand stagnant, Yueluo felt a little hope in her heart.

Maybe he doesn't hate monsters as much as he thinks, maybe he has a chance to get along...

Before Yueluo's longing had time to emerge, she was completely suffocated by his next moment of action.

"Don't talk nonsense, monsters, everyone will punish them when they see them."

Murong Ziying made a formula in her hand, and shot the "Shangqing Poyun Sword" directly in the air.

It's just that Murong Ziying didn't expect that this fencing move was directly countered by the sword that had never communicated with her.

The Shangqing Poyun Sword is just a false move formed by aura, how can it compare with the real strength of the Demon Sword move, but after a back and forth, it completely dissipates in the air.

"As a spirit sword, you are full of blood and resentment, you are indeed a monster, you..." Murong Ziying was about to say a few words when she saw the spirit sword stop, but between her brows, she realized A trace of strangeness.

"You are that sword?" Murong Ziying's eyes were a little bewildered, as if she suddenly thought of something that had been forgotten for a long time.

Since Master Zong Lian left, because besides forging swords, he is practicing cultivation, the rest in the past has already become a thing of the past.

So that strange dream ten years ago has long been forgotten by Murong Ziying.

If not, Murong Ziying would not be able to recognize the special patterns carved on the sword in front of her.

Yue Luo couldn't get used to the way the person in front of her acted as soon as she said she would do it.

It was even more disgusting to hear him suddenly say that the sword is not the sword.

So, this time, Yue Luo stopped looking at his familiar face and stabbed him directly.

Turning into a sword, although it is very leisurely, you can fly wherever you want, but you can't use many spells, so when you fight against him, Yueluo's counterattack is not enjoyable because of her physical constraints.

Watching the "jingling" of one person and one sword.

Solanum nigrum's face was full of worries for sister Yueluo, and she gently poked Hongkui with her hand. Sister Hongkui just let go of her hand, and asked worriedly: "Sister Hongkui, you said that the Taoist priest and Yueluo Two sisters, who will win?"

Hong Kui moved her gaze away from Xing Xing who had just watched the battle, patted Solanum Solanum's docile hair with her hand, and asked knowingly: "If Yueluo loses, Xiao Kui, what are you going to do?"

I don't know when, the name of red sunflower to nightshade has become closer, of course, in the eyes of the cute-faced nightshade, I didn't notice it at all.

"Of course I'm going to help Sister Yueluo, Sister Hongkui, why do you even ask this?" Solanum nigrumi rolled her eyes indecently, obviously feeling extremely baffled by Sister Hongkui's sudden question.

"Hehe..." Being ridiculed by this simple and carefree little orchid, Hongkui silently replied with a mocking smile.

Between the coming and going of Solanum nigrum and Hongkui, the situation was reversed in front of one person and one sword fighting.

"So what's going on now?" Solanum nigrum and Hongkui walked behind Murong Ziying, confused.

Hongkui's bewitching eyebrows were also puzzled at this time, she shrugged her shoulders lightly, and said: "Just now we were talking, and we didn't notice them. I think it should be a temporary reconciliation."

Hongkui felt that this cultivator named Murong Ziying had a deep prejudice against demons and ghosts, and it was impossible for him to let go so easily.

Maybe, some transactions happened between the two of them.

After all, the monsters in the Monster Locking Tower don't often say that most of the cultivators are extremely hypocritical people, and there are countless people who make deals with monsters.

Murong Ziying, who was walking in the forefront, didn't know that in the eyes of the two women behind her, she had become a representative figure of hypocritical cultivators.

In fact, Murong Ziying knew that when she fought Yueluo just now, she had already lost.

As a person who loves swords, Murong Ziying naturally sensed that Yueluo seemed to be in some discomfort, so she didn't use her strength to deal with it.

Even when she knocked out the sword in her hand, she didn't do anything wrong to herself.

It seems that they are not the same as those monsters who kill people in ancient books.

Maybe there really are good monsters in the world, which are different from those harmful monsters.

Yueluo didn't expect that Murong Ziying was still thinking about those things in her heart, even if she knew, she wouldn't care.

At this moment, Yueluo was being carried on Murong Ziying's back very leisurely, instead of flying around by herself, she could stay on the other sword, Yueluo was very happy in her heart.

Probably because she has been a sword for a long time, Yue Luo now has a particularly naive idea.

That is, throughout the ages, I must be the first sword to step on the sword.

Thinking of this, Yue Luo immediately didn't feel that the man in front of her who looked exactly like her first husband-in-law was troublesome, he was obviously serious.