The sky is dotted with stars.
Outside the small formation, it was filled with the stench of decay and the smell of blood. The Wushu Qi and holy patterns that had not completely dissipated after the death of the nine saints were like gauze, flying among the hundreds of miles of corpses.
"Quack..."
Several spiritual vultures flew down and greedily ate the flesh of the foreigners, but they carefully avoided the corpses of the Five Deceivers, Quasi-Sages and Saints, which were terrifying things that they did not dare to touch.
In the small array, the fragrance of flowers filled the air, and among the large abandoned sheds, a wisp of smoke was lit, spiraling into the sky.
Goudan's small body was hunched over and cooking porridge again. From time to time he looked back at the formation platform not far away.
"What's the antidote?"
Xin Zhuo and Linglong sat together, their faces sometimes pale and sometimes rosy, their brows full of struggle and pain.
The "Supreme Bone" detoxified the nine levels of Immortal Gu poison, and there was another level that could actually make him feel like thousands of ants eating his heart, causing him extreme pain and itching, making him uneasy.
Having killed so many foreign masters today, I am afraid that the sacrificial spirits will be very majestic, but they dare not absorb even one point.
Linglong was currently arranging her white spirit flower plain clothes and feathers. The robe was easy to organize, but the feathers were stained with blood and she was still a little bald. When she heard this, she said coldly: "I don't know!"
Xin Zhuo struck like lightning and grabbed her white chin: "You know, it would be easy for me to kill you."
Linglong let him hold her, with a hint of sarcasm in her beautiful eyes. She lightly opened her red lips, revealing her snow-white jade-like teeth: "Kill me, and you will die as well."
Xin Zhuo said: "If you don't kill you, you will die. If you kill you, you will die. Why not pluck out your hairs one by one, burn your wings, then sprinkle salt on your wounds, and torture you to death. It will definitely be very difficult." Interesting, of course, you won’t see me die until then.”
Linglong was not afraid at all and said: "You and I are both in the otherworldly holy realm, so why threaten us with the torture of the ordinary people? This princess is determined to die. No matter how she dies, she will die. Please do as you wish!"
"Have the guts!"
Xin Zhuo let go of her and tried for the seventh time to use a combination of Qi and medical skills to force out the poison.
useless!
This kind of thing is stubborn to a certain extreme, does not fit into the Five Elements, and does not accept any means.
On the contrary, Linglong looked at him carefully, with wandering eyes, and suddenly asked: "This princess has lived for hundreds of years, and it's not that she has never been in contact with the human race's holy realm. During the last time when martial arts was flourishing, she fought with the human race's holy realm, and died there. I have three human saints in my hands, and no less than ten have been defeated by me. The human saints are really weak.
This is also the reason why this princess, Lin Xiutian, and Xiu Xing did not appear at the beginning of the great catastrophe of all races. I thought that those people in Suhu were enough to break through the Hundred Races Abyss. Who would have thought that there would be someone like you.
So, which holy land do you belong to in the human race? Or which family on Sandao Mountain in this great domain are you a descendant of? "
Xin Zhuo looked at her and said casually: "I am a casual cultivator. I have been hunted down by others. My master has been arrested. In a holy realm like mine, the human race is in ruins."
"you……"
Linglong was stunned, and then she showed a trace of anger: "You and I are both going to die, why don't you speak more frankly and quickly, you are the Hunyuan Saint. If the Hunyuan Saint of the human race ruins the streets, and the evildoer with the five sacred marks also ruins the streets, all races will be willing to bow down. Become a vassal and be a slave forever!"
Xin Zhuo told the truth: "I am indeed a casual cultivator. I have been hunted down by others, and I am still being dug up. As for whether I am dead or not, I haven't seen many masters in the Holy Realm anyway!"
"I don't believe it!" Linglong retorted flatly, "Do you know nothing about your own strength? Before, this princess never believed that someone in the same realm could be so strong! You, a monster, will be taken seriously no matter where you go. Anyone who doesn’t treat you like a treasure must be a fool!”
"There are a lot of idiots in the world, and they always have their own very reasonable reasons! Moreover, I never think of myself as a monster. I think the word 'monster' is a bit like a curse. At best, I am... a genius!"
Xin Zhuo glanced into the distance, then lay down with his hands on his pillow.
Linglong pursed her lips and smiled softly, as if she felt it was inappropriate, she kept a straight face, thought for a while and then asked: "Okay, I believe you are a casual cultivator, not a casual cultivator, and the big shots of the human race will never let you die here. But...how did you practice, and why did you become a Hunyuan Saint and develop the five sacred patterns?"
Xin Zhuo asked, "Antidote?"
"have no idea!"
The two said in unison.
Linglong simply stopped talking, stretched her wings, and continued to preen her feathers.
Xin Zhuo stared at her wings carefully, curious, and asked, "Has anyone called your tribe birdman?"
Linglong said casually: "Of course there are, it's just boring words."
Xin Zhuo said: "Thankfully you are from this world. If you come to earth, you will be angels!"
Linglong asked curiously: "What is an angel?"
Xin Zhuo fell into deep thought: "It is said... that he is a birdman flying in the sky. He has a very pure mind and represents a very beautiful meaning!"
Linglong suddenly looked directly at him and said with murderous intent: "The Snow Wings were originally very pure, beautiful, and uncontested. It was you, the ancestor of the human race, who suppressed my clan and killed my ancestors. Xin Zhuo, the human race's great formation will be broken. If You are such a genius, even if you don't die this time, I won't be able to keep you in the future, you will definitely become the strongest human race who kills my race in the future."
Xin Zhuo was too lazy to pay attention. His face changed again and again, sometimes pale and sometimes blood red. His tattered robes were wet with sweat, and his eyes were a little blurry.
Linglong didn't know what past events had been touched, but she still said coldly: "Even before I die, this princess will use the art of blood to connect to the underworld. The ancestors of the guild will not be able to keep you. Keeping you is a disaster!"
Xin Zhuo suddenly stood up with difficulty, looked at her with blood-red eyes, and said with a ferocious expression: "I can't keep you now!"
Rolling up the dazzling nine-color zhenqi, he grabbed Linglong and went straight to a remote shed in the distance.
Linglong was at a loss and hissed: "What do you want to do?"
"boom……"
The shed collapsed, sending up a cloud of smoke.
"Xin Zhuo, you and I are both otherworldly people who have become saints. We know the changes of the sun and the moon and the three rules and seven precepts in the world. How can we be so rude?"
"What kind of poison did you cast that you don't know about?"
"I, I really don't know, there is no solution to this thing! Ugh..."
…
"?"
The "Goudan" who was cooking porridge in the distance stood up in confusion, then blinked his eyes non-stop, and then sat down cross-legged with his hands on his chin: "Master finally killed that terrible alien woman. She really died." It’s miserable, it really makes me cry..."
…
In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight appeared from the eastern sky, reflecting the dew-filled mountain flowers that were particularly bright.
The clay pot for cooking porridge has dried up, and "Goudan" sleeps "peacefully" beside him.
"Creak..."
Under the dilapidated shed in the distance, there was a sudden rustling sound. After a moment, Princess Linglong walked out with her long hair disheveled, her clothes fluffy, her brows furrowed, and she walked out with difficulty.
A pair of wings folded together unnaturally.
With her small, white feet bare, her slender figure was proud and taller than before.
The blush on his face has not dissipated, and he is a little confused and at a loss.
A drop of blood ran down his ankle.
She frowned again, looked back, bit her silver teeth, and there was a trace of mist in her beautiful eyes: "Xin Zhuo!"
"My poison has been cured, your Immortal-breaking Gu is useless."
A lazy voice came from under the shed.
Linglong gritted her teeth again: "Today's humiliation, tomorrow..."
"It's a blessing that neither you nor I are dead. Let's put this aside and leave. I'm waiting for your siege!" Xin Zhuo's voice turned cold.
Linglong waved her sleeves in shame, flew straight into the distance, blinked for a while, and disappeared into the depths of the Baizu Abyss.
(End of chapter)
