take care of yourself

Wo Xinjian asked curiously, "Did you really steal someone else's child?"

"How is that possible!" Zheng Chuan categorically denied, "Can picking up abandoned children from rivers, mountains, forests and temples be called stealing? That's called saving lives!"

Wo Xinjian thought about the name he had given himself, turned over and flew onto Zheng Chuan's back, without saying a word.

Hearing Ying Yao's voice, Zheng Chuan was full of anger, and his tone was not in a hurry. He knew that he could still handle it now, so he tidied himself up unhurriedly, and followed the instructions given to him by the Fengshan formation in a fairy-like manner. The guide flew for a while, and bumped into the group of monks who were trying to sneak in.

Zheng Chuan knew that he was being coaxed by Ying Yao to deal with the gang's shy and invisible tricks, so he couldn't help cursing: "You son of a bitch."

He has devoted all his life to the sword sect, and the fate of the two is connected. The degree of intimacy is almost comparable to that of Jianxiu and his sword. Fortunately, this worrying sword has a temperament similar to his. After being beaten up, he flew back to the sword pool and shut himself up.

Therefore, Zheng Chuan's cultivation base is almost closely related to the sword sect that entered the world. The sword sect that entered the world has developed well, and his cultivation base has also risen accordingly. Even if he sleeps, he can still advance to the small realm. Xiu, and he was also able to control the large formation of Fengshan, even Ying Yao did not dare to say that he could easily get benefits from him, so he handed over this small team to Zheng Chuan with confidence.

Zheng Chuanbai dressed himself up a bit, and felt that the word "bastard" was not enough to vent his depression, so he dragged the group of unlucky monks who had bumped into his hands into the illusion without blinking an eye, and turned them into eating and drinking lazards one by one. The baby, who couldn't help himself, said angrily: "Did you steal your child!"

Wo Xinjian remained silent, silently suppressing the idea of ​​continuing to doubt him.

When Ying Yao woke up Zheng Chuan from the bed, he also secretly sent a spiritual thought to the white fox, asking it to help Zheng Chuan, promising that as long as no one was killed, the gang of monks would spoil it at will, so Bai Fox held back for a long time. The fox happily ran to play with Zheng Chuan in the illusion. In the end, Zheng Chuan couldn't bear to see the miserable conditions of those hapless monks.

Ying Yao now has a bit of a murderous aura.

One man and one sword, he pierced through the army of monks aggressively, and rescued He Hu, who was so injured that he couldn't move, and threw him into the big formation of Fengshan.

"Entering the WTO" Taoist sword repairer holds a sharp blade, the blade has been soaked in blood and is chilly, but his body is still spotless, his eyebrows and eyes are so beautiful that there is no murderous look, and the most serious injury on his body is a monk who has no hope of escape. The bloodstain left by Shenshi on his sword-holding hand was less than two centimeters deep, and healed after seeping a few drops of blood.

When the situation has reached this point, it is natural to see that there is nothing to do. This group of monks is mighty and mighty. In fact, they are just a group of mobs gathered together for their own interests. There is no momentum to fight to the death for their beliefs. Fast and urgent.

After Ying Yao broke into the formation, there were very few magic weapons and sword qi that could hit him. No matter how intimidated the few cultivators who were suppressing the formation were, the Nascent Soul and Jindan who were frightened by Ying Yao had already dispersed. In the end, only a few who insisted on their identities and refused to escape in embarrassment remained in front of Ying Yao.

Ying Yao smiled very lightly.

"What are you running for?" He muttered to himself, "Will I be so naive as to let you go?"

One is to prevent some people from retaliating when they are unwilling to resent, it is better to keep these people alive as a threat, and it will be a waste of labor. A few mortal cities not far from the range of the sword sect who joined the world to seal the mountain.

Ying Yao thought about raising the first layer of the mountain sealing formation again, turned around and said loudly to his fellow disciples behind him: "Let's go play."

Of course, the more detailed arrangements would not be revealed in front of the army of monks. Ying Yao hung his palm print disciple order on his waist, separated his spiritual consciousness and left several spiritual thoughts on it, and asked his fellow disciples to choose tasks according to their level of cultivation. , and then ignored the bad faces of those Yuanying and Jindan fellows who were assigned to guard the mortal city in the Fengshan formation and did not get a chance to fight, and smiled at the remaining four deity cultivators .

Jianxiu's teeth were white and neat. He faced the sun, and when he smiled, a row of happy cold lights flashed, coupled with a fierce aura, he looked like he was planning to eat two people.

The Hua expression he was facing couldn't help but shuddered, and while trembling, he bluffed and said harshly to him: "I am a disciple of Tianjian Sect, personally taught by Sect Master Lin, if you kill me, Sect Master Lin will return in the future , will avenge me."

Ying Yao had never dealt with the Lin Sect Master of the Tianjian Sect, but he had heard his name from Fang Li's surreptitious message talisman that revealed the situation in Wuliang City. He stopped and raised his eyebrows. Qi Dao: "Didn't Tianjianzong also learn from my entry into the world and seal the mountain? Why are there still people wandering outside?"

The background of Tianjianzong, which has been operating in the Central Plains for thousands of years, is naturally far better than that of Jianzong, who has just become rich for a few years, but probably because of this, the monks and casual cultivators of these small sects did not dare to provoke Tianjianzong, so they ran away. It is even more surprising that someone from Tianjianzong participated in it.

Ying Yao paused for a moment, then said again: "I found that you have no blood debt on your body, and you have not killed a single person in your cultivation until you become a god. Are you a medical practitioner? Why did the medical practitioner come here to join in the fun?"

The suspected doctor who came from Tianjian Sect and claimed to be the direct descendant of Sect Master Lin choked for a while when Jian Xiu asked straightforwardly. After a while, he realized that Ying Yao had no intention of killing him, and then he calmed down tremblingly and turned back to the doctor. Showing the appearance that a famous disciple should have, he bowed his hands politely to Yingyao and said, "I am a medical practitioner whose mission is to save people. Those who need to be saved are all outside the mountain, and the mountain is closed, so there is no progress for us."

Ying Yao smelled a medical idiot from this doctor who was afraid of death, he suddenly understood that this doctor couldn't speak, hesitated for a moment, and asked him: "Are you here to save people on the battlefield?"

However, he took a life with one or two sword strikes, and so far he has not given the doctor a chance to let go.

"They also promised me that if I healed them, they would help me find my missing nephew, but now Jianzong has won." The doctor said to Yao Yao expectantly, "I will help you save your fellow disciple, you help me How about I find my nephew?"

Ying Yao thought about it, switched to holding the sword in his left hand, raised his palm forward and slashed at the doctor's side neck, sealed his cultivation, and carefully left three sword intents on him, throwing him to the side On the eagle hovering on the battlefield, he said ambiguously: "Let's talk later."

The doctor had probably changed his position before Ying Yao didn't know it, and he saw that he always made weird requests when he was healing him, and treated his swordsmen in weird ways, holding his arms calmly. Eagle's neck wondered: "Don't you sword masters who joined the world sword sect want a gentle and amiable doctor? Why do I always hear other sword masters muttering all day long that they want to carry a doctor with them?"

The eagle flapped its wings and flew back to the range of the second-level mountain-closing formation, staring at the doctor and guarding him, and the sword cultivators who surrounded the formation to watch the fight swarmed up without notice, saying in one go: "The doctor is really good!" Are they all gentle and affectionate?"

"If you carry a doctor with you, won't you be beaten by a sword?"

“怕什么呀你都随身携带医修了，揍完眼睛一闭就治好了。再说打是亲骂是爱，还能和剑增进感情，一举两得，多好的事……痛痛痛！祖宗别Hit! I know I was wrong!"

The daydreaming sword cultivator was beaten up by his own sword, the doctor cultivator stared at him for a while, and spread his hands: "I have been sealed as a cultivator."

Jianxiu finally hugged his sword, and when he heard this sentence that made things worse, he sat on the ground shamelessly and burst into tears.

Ying Yao listened to his family's futile noise, and couldn't help showing another smile.

The smile this time was probably the kind of amiable smile that the doctor said, but it still scared the remaining three monks facing him like quails.

"I have a question," Ying Yao raised the tip of the Jiusu Sword slightly, and said lightly, "Who is behind the scene?"

He didn't know who instigated and gathered a group of mobs to besiege the World-Worshiping Sword Sect, but this kind of attack, which obviously couldn't cause any damage to the World-Worshiping Sword Sect, would have no effect other than wasting human lives, but it could summon nine Transformation Gods together It is not easy to besiege the sword sect in the world, even if half of the gods are just a false show under the practice of the ruthless way.

Ying Yao asked himself that he could not do this even if he tried his best. This ability to grasp people's hearts is more like the handwriting of "Changzhi" Taoist monks, but now the two most famous "Changzhi" Taoist monks have gathered their own people to fight for the Dao , this person didn't choose someone to follow, but came to disturb the muddy water in the Central Plains, so he couldn't help but feel vigilant.

But the three cultivators who turned into gods looked around and did not answer his question.

"It seems that the mastermind behind the scenes is also present," Ying Yao said with a pretentious chuckle, "Looking at how you can't hold back your face, is it because his cultivation is not very good?"

A "Changzhi" Taoist monk of Yuanying or Jindan should think about it, or other Taoism, in short, his cultivation level is not too high, and his hands may be clean. What is his purpose?

He calmly added a sentence to his commanding disciple's seal: "Anyone caught alive, shut up first and then speak."

Ying Yao's question didn't startle the expressions of the three deity-transforming cultivators too much, and he didn't bother to ask any more. He raised his sword and stabbed him as usual. Cut them open together, and let them die.

From the beginning to the end, Dao Jianxiu, who had not encountered any obstacles from any opponent, stood in place for a moment, and there was no joy on his face after becoming famous in the first battle.

"I almost forgot," Ying Yao said in a low voice, "I haven't shown you the sword of Dao Jianxiu 'Joining the World' yet."

He stood on a piece of blood-soaked land, lowered his eyes slightly, and made a familiar gesture with a peaceful expression.

He guessed that the behind-the-scenes master who was not very good at cultivation had a deeper memory of this sword than others. He restrained his breath and hid not far away, his eyes widened with hatred, but he didn't dare to look at Ying Yao. , afraid that he would find his gaze.

Ying Yige was taught twice by Ying Yao with the Enlightenment Sword. Once, Lei Jie was triggered to make him fall short in forming alchemy, and once, he was beaten until he vomited blood and fractured his bones.

In the eyes of the ruthless Taoist cultivators today, the hatred of destroying people’s cultivation is better than the hatred of killing one’s father and seizing profits. Although Ying Yige’s cultivation has not improved any more, he still found a lot of methods with a lot of resentment, and he almost died several times. Carefully circling among several cultivators who transformed into spirits, finally aroused them to have evil intentions towards the World-Entering Sword Sect, but never thought that Ying Yao's cultivation was so fast that no one could be his opponent after crossing the catastrophe.

Ying Yige couldn't help scolding these deity cultivators today, thinking about countermeasures in panic.

He didn't know that Ying Yao had a ghost in his heart because of what he had done in the sword sect, so he locked this group of visiting monks into the two-story closed mountain formation early on, and he was thinking about how to fish in troubled waters and sneak out, but when his thoughts changed suddenly At that time, Ying Yao had already raised his hand and drew out his sword.

"Joining the WTO" Dao Jianxiu still used the Enlightenment Sword this time, but the sword has a radiant aura, not like the first sword with the watery light like waves.

Ying Yao's sword was from top to bottom, just a basic slash, but it aroused the thunder.

There was thunder rolling in the clouds and mists of Mount Hua, and then it fell like a torrential rain, killing all the ruthless Taoist monks who ran all over the mountains, including Ying Yige who was still furious.

Ying Yao stood upright under the thunder, and there was no thunder coming towards him, but he lowered his sword and said calmly: "I know that injustice will not stop, and I am guilty of it."