However, before these two people could turn around, "Qingyun" used some unknown spell to freeze their bodies and prevent them from moving.
Then, Qingyun, who looked like a completely different person, closed his eyes, and the fire burning around him seemed to gradually extinguish as his condition stabilized, and everything seemed to be returning to calm.
Only then did the two of them realize that Qingyun's eyes had turned red, and his long black hair had turned into a waterfall of blood. After a while, the monster Qingyun slowly opened his mouth and said :
"Riva Siang Mua Si?"
He was speaking a completely different language!
The senior brother standing in front reacted a little faster and quickly shook his head like a rattle to indicate that he did not understand.
Then, Qingyun frowned and repeated it again. As a result, Senior Brother Hu was still stupid and shook his big head. But this time, before he could finish shaking, Qingyun grabbed his throat.
Then, with a slight twist, as if he had done something trivial, the life of a Hundred Pulse Realm monk was instantly ended. The monk surnamed Zhou almost bit his tongue and committed suicide.
Next, Qingyun didn't seem to be in a hurry to ask Junior Brother Zhou, nor did he put down the body he had lifted in the air, but closed his eyes again.
However, Brother Hu's still warm body quickly withered and aged in his hands at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually turned into a wisp of flying sand blown away by the wind.
After a long while, Qingyun slowly opened his somewhat hazy blood-colored eyes, but intermittently spoke words that Junior Brother Zhou could understand.
"Qing...yun..."
"Yue...zhou..."
"Xian...Sword...Sect..."
When he heard the words "Xianjian Sect", Junior Brother Zhou grasped the last straw after drowning, and the fire of hope in his heart was immediately ignited, and he shouted desperately:
"Yes, yes, yes, I am a disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect. You can't kill me, you can't kill me! Otherwise you will die without a burial place! Help, someone help me, help!"
The junior brother surnamed Zhou didn't care that he had been immobilized by Qingyun. He opened his mouth wide and started shouting like a frightened bird. However, he forgot that according to Master Fan's instructions, their location now seems to be some distance from Yaoguang City. Far.
After a while, Qingyun's eyes, although still bright red, began to become gradually clearer, and then he continued to ask:
"Where is Tian...Long...?"
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, you can't kill me, I don't want to die!"
Junior Brother Zhou seemed to be frightened by the previous scene. He kept repeating words such as "Don't kill me" and completely ignored the question of the fierce demon in front of him.
Seeing that the inquiry was fruitless, Qingyun also lost his patience. Just like before, he instantly broke the neck of the monk surnamed Zhou and absorbed all his spiritual power, including his body.
"too weak."
Like crushing two insignificant ants, Qingyun, who killed two Hundred Meridians monks one after another, actually despised their weakness. I don't know what Zhuo Bufan would think if he were here.
Qingyun, who had completely changed, was just about to leave when he accidentally found a lavender silk scarf falling from the hand of Feng Hua, a junior brother named Zhou.
The cyan "Yao" character was very conspicuous, making him feel that the scarf seemed very familiar, more familiar than his own life.
So the naked man stopped, bent down and picked up the silk scarf, with a trace of confusion in his eyes again.
"Yao..."
The faint fragrance on the silk scarf made his mind become confused in just a moment, and the blood red in his eyes seemed to slowly begin to fade.
"Mengxun...Yao Mengxun!"
As Qingyun kept repeating this name, his pupils quickly turned black and returned to their normal color at a speed visible to the naked eye. The three words Yao Mengxun seemed to possess a magical power, seeming to wake up those who were truly sleeping. Qingyun himself.
"Damn, how can this kid's willpower be so strong, how can his obsession be so deep! No, I'm still very fragile now, oh no! I don't want to continue sleeping, no!!!!"
Qingyun, no, it was not Qingyun who could make such a terrifying roar.
After the red-haired demon let out a heart-stopping roar, perhaps due to excessive use of strength, he fell straight down and fell heavily to the ground.
If someone were to pass by this place, they would definitely find that a huge dark cloud had already formed above the head of the red-haired evil demon with the appearance of a blue cloud.
The dark clouds were extremely huge, forming a strong contrast with the surrounding blue sky. There were lightning and thunder inside, and rumbling sounds could be heard from time to time, as if they were going to use the power of heaven and earth to kill the newly awakened evil demon in its cradle.
But the moment it fell, the dark clouds immediately dispersed, and the sky suddenly cleared up.
The thunder that was like a catastrophe just now dissipated out of thin air, as if the sky just now was like God losing his temper, and then it remained calm.
The splendid fire burned everything, even all traces of the existence of the two disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect, were completely annihilated. The sky was clear and clear, and not a single cloud was left in the sky.
Perhaps this is also the tragedy of the monks, and it also confirms the old saying:
"Come with the wind, go with the wind."
Just like Wan Congfang said to Wan Guliu.
"Dad, when do you think I can become a great monk in the wind-controlling realm, and truly be able to travel to heaven and earth with my body and mind, and travel around the nine states?"
Along the mountain stream, a girl about seventeen or eighteen years old said innocently to another middle-aged man.
The girl has a pretty face. She is wearing a chrysanthemum-patterned top and a pair of soft leather trousers. She is carrying a large bamboo basket on her back. She is no different from a mortal herb-gathering girl. She is very cute.
The middle-aged man who was talking to her was about fifty or so. He had a square face and looked honest and honest. He was dressed very simply. He also carried a large basket on his back and a rusty sickle in his hand, which looked very like him. The kind of honest mountain wild doctor or poor doctor.
"Fang'er, slow down, be careful of falling."
The middle-aged man looked at his daughter running around with a smile, his doting expression palpable.
"You haven't answered me yet, dad, when will I be able to fly to the sky and escape from the earth! Whoosh whoosh~"
While talking, the girl named Fang'er did not forget to do some flying movements. She looked a bit nondescript, very much like a child who had not grown up.
Seeing this, the man still smiled and said:
"Your father and I are only cultivators in the Yuan Hua Realm now, and it's still early for me to become a Yuan Shen. You ask me about the Wind Control Realm. How do I know about it!"
At this time, the girl named Fang'er turned around and asked while walking backwards:
"Dad, didn't you say that our sect had a true immortal tens of millions of years ago? Then you don't know about the Wind Control Realm, don't lie to me!"
Hearing what his daughter said, although the man's smile did not diminish, a little sadness inevitably showed in his eyes, but it flashed past without being noticed by his daughter.
"Yes, yes, our Fang'er is the best. She has been able to cultivate to the perfection of the Spiritual Enlightenment Realm at such a young age, which is very commendable. But she is just a bit playful, otherwise she would have been chosen to join the Immortal Sword Sect long ago!"
After hearing the word "Xianjian Sect", Fang'er frowned and was obviously not very happy. She pouted and walked forward, looking at the middle-aged man who seemed quite helpless.
The afternoon sun was very scorching, but the father and daughter still walked along the waterside to pick up some medicinal materials that grew there. Occasionally they saw some small fish, shrimps and crabs, but the girl would not let them go and put them all around her waist. In the small basket.
Just as they were walking, the middle-aged man seemed to suddenly notice something. He suddenly grabbed his daughter and said alertly and solemnly:
"Fang'er stop!"
"What's wrong, Dad?"
The girl turned around and asked inexplicably, and the man strode forward in front of the girl and said in a low voice:
"Fang'er, dad felt an unusually strong spiritual energy wave in front of us. It's very likely that there were high-level monks fighting in the front just now. Let's be careful!"
The middle-aged man who was smiling just now is now a completely different person from before.
The girl named Fang'er saw that her father was so nervous and knew that there might be real danger ahead, so she obediently hid behind her father's broad shoulders, revealing her little head from time to time and looking around.
The middle-aged man stood still for a while. After the aftermath was completely subsided, he relaxed his vigilance and said to his daughter:
"Fang'er, daddy, go ahead and check it out. Maybe you can get something. Just wait here while I don't run around."
The girl is obviously worried about her father. After all, he himself said that there may be high-level monks fighting in front of him, and as far as she knows, her father's cultivation level is only that of the fifth level of Yuanhua, so it will be unlucky to encounter a high-level monk. few.
Feeling his daughter's concerned gaze, the man felt greatly comforted and said with a smile again:
"Don't worry, Fang'er. The fluctuation of spiritual power just now has begun to gradually dissipate. It must have happened some time ago. As long as you don't encounter monks above the early stage of concentration, dad should be able to escape."
The middle-aged man touched the girl's petite head lovingly and said in a deep voice:
"We have walked all the way from home, but we have never found nine-segmented calamus that is more than ten years old by the water. Without this medicine, your chances of entering the Hundred Meridians Realm will be reduced by one point. Not to mention that there is only one place within a hundred miles. If we can grow nine-segmented calamus, we can't just look back, dad wants to go over and have a look."
The girl couldn't help but feel sad at her father's words, thinking that her father wouldn't have taken such a big risk if it wasn't for herself. Although his sect was smaller, he was still the leader.
Now, in order for her to improve her realm and enter the Immortal Sword Sect as soon as possible, she has to go into danger alone. For the first time, the girl feels that she really didn't work hard enough before. So she had to obey her father's instructions and stand there, watching her father go away.
