The effect of the crimson light remained unabated, and Yunli felt very calm. The feeling of the slender muscles was too strong for her, stronger than any other Yuanhou monk she had ever seen.
It is very dangerous to devour blood in the demon cultivator. If Hou Jin dares to do this, he must have some support, but his strength is much higher than hers, this is for sure.
He can control the entire grassland to turn into a grass forest. He is probably the indigenous people of Jiuliyuan Secret Realm. It seems that they have arrived at the real Jiuliyuan Secret Realm.
The grass seemed to be endless, and he couldn't go on like this. He had been fighting hard for a long time, and his spiritual power was exhausted, but he kept fighting with the opponent's men, which could not hurt him at all.
After cleaning up the surrounding grass, she deliberately provoked him: "These shrimps, soldiers and crabs are no match for this fairy. If you have the ability, go ahead on your own!"
Houjin looked strange, "Your knowledge is not worthy of your bloodline. These are my clones."
"Including those from outside?" Yunli was surprised. He carefully traced the shape of the grass strips in his mind. Without triggering any inherited memory, he said plausibly, "It only means that your bloodline is too low and you are not worthy of my knowledge."
Fu Jin felt as if his tail had been stepped on, and he became furious. The grass blades three fingers wide grew rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he grew into a huge straw man.
"I've seen too many bragging brats, and not many of them survive to grow up." He smiled evilly, raised his hand and sent seven dark purple grass strips straight towards Yunli.
Purple electricity flashed on the grass strips, crackling, and sparks appeared from time to time.
Another color. Yunli was frightened. He used Jinghong's footwork to the extreme. He moved left and right, sometimes moving sideways, sometimes leaping up. He slashed with the Dream-Slaying Sword in succession. The light of the peach-pink knife protected his whole body airtightly. .
The attacks failed again and again, and the tendons became more and more violent. Several more dark purple grass strips were shot out, and the sword energy suddenly surged from behind, sharp and sharp.
He turned around and saw the rolling green leaves coming towards him. He raised his hand and grabbed it, and all the green leaves suddenly stopped and shattered instantly.
"When was your poison cured?" Hou Jin was surprised. The little brat was carrying heavenly fire, and most poisons were useless to her. He knew this, but this kid had a cold constitution, and curing the poison should be even more effective.
Wei Lin was silent, spiritual energy surged around his body, and his body was like an arrow from a string. Mo Li's sword struck at Fu Jin again with astonishing sword power.
Although Wei Lin was attacking fiercely, Hou Jin was still contemptuous. He raised his hand casually and lightly touched the tip of Mo Li's sword. All the attacks turned into powder again and dissipated.
Wei Lin was shaken and flew backwards, hitting the stone statue hard. He spun in the air, his toes touched the stone statue, and finally stabilized his body, landing slowly on the ground.
Hou Jin's eyes slowly fell on Mo Lijian, "The sword is good, and the person is also good. It's a pity."
He shook his head, his palms surged with mental energy, and he slowly raised them. Just as he was about to shoot, a piece of orange yarn flew over and wrapped around his wrist. It was dotted with crimson light. The dark green wrist shrank and soon became as thin as a bamboo pole. size.
Houji screamed, and the grass strips rolled around him. The straw man collapsed and turned into a ball of grass strips. It quickly dispersed. After avoiding the crimson light, it regrouped into a straw man on the side of the stone statue.
At this moment, his face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were like poisoned needles. He stared at Yunli and said fiercely: "You need to deal with this naughty kid!"
Although his words were very clear, he did not step forward. Instead, he stood where he was, directing the dark purple grass strips to tangle.
Yunli took out a few spirit-boosting pills and drank them, put away the scarlet flame, and used the dream-cutting knife to cooperate with Huanshi Ling to cut off the entangled grass strips one by one.
Although Crimson Flame has great effects, its consumption is also staggering. Every time it is used, one-third of the spiritual energy in her body needs to be drained.
Her spiritual power was just that, and she would come back after taking a few more spirit-boosting pills. The key was her spiritual consciousness. After just one use, she felt deeply tired.
Fortunately, its passive defense in the body basically consumes nothing.
Hou Jin was furious, and a steady stream of dark purple grass strips and dense knots wrapped around him like crazy. Although Yunli cut them off one by one before he got close, he still stepped forward without flinching.
Looking at Yunli, who was almost surrounded by dark purple grass strips, Wei Lin's heart skipped a beat and he shouted: "Come out quickly, there's a trick!"
After shouting, he turned over and stabbed Hou Jin with his sword again.
Yunli also felt that it was inappropriate to be surrounded, so she chose a direction and tried to tear open an opening to rush out. The strips of dark purple grass that had been twisting randomly came up around her and shuttled flexibly, weaving a dense dark purple net in an instant.
The Dream-Slaying Sword struck out with a clanging sound, as if it was striking a solid stone. Yunli blinked, and spiritual power poured into the Fantasy Silk, and the orange gauze shone brightly, like the midsummer sunset.
The rays of rays of light are brilliant, flying out and tearing apart the thick purple clouds. However, the purple clouds are extremely thick. If they tear apart a little, a steady stream of thick clouds will gather and fill them up one by one.
Under the billowing purple clouds, the glow gradually dimmed, and her spiritual power was exhausted. Yunli was shocked and sat down, and was suddenly scorched on the outside by the thunder and lightning on the dark purple grass strips.
Outside, Wei Lin was thrown out again, and his attack landed on Hou Jin, as if he was tickling him.
Wu Jin slowly raised the corners of his lips. He had lived for tens of thousands of years and had never heard any cynicism. He would get angry because of a few slight words. It was a joke.
All he wanted was to be foolproof and not give the little guy the slightest chance to escape.
Little brat, no matter how talented you are, you are still too immature.
He shook his head, and a large number of grass strips gathered and merged into his hands. Soon the hands became more and more delicate, turning into real human hands, but the color was not the normal flesh color, but green.
He chanted a few words in a low voice, and quickly grasped the mysterious magic formula with both hands. After two breaths, clusters of dark purple flames were generated under his hands.
As soon as the dark purple flame came out, there was a bit of chill in the cave. The flame was very quiet, but it made people's hair stand on end.
Seeing more and more dark purple grass strips, and the familiar orange color being suppressed bit by bit, Wei Lin was anxious. When he saw the dark purple flame summoned by the tendons, his heart beat wildly. He took out a small sapphire bottle, crushed it directly, and A handful of healing pills were stuffed into his mouth.
As the elixir melted, the eight extraordinary meridians were instantly filled with spiritual energy, and his whole body seemed to be torn apart, and he was about to explode and die in the next moment.
He took a deep breath and ran the technique with all his strength, letting the violent spiritual energy flow along the sky, transform into spiritual power, and flow into the Dantian.
At the same time, a steady stream of spiritual power flowed out of Dantian and poured into Mo Li's sword. The sword became brighter and brighter, just like his cold eyes.
He turned around slowly, looking through the dark green grass, staring intently at the airtight dark purple grass in mid-air.
No one can hurt her!
Buzz buzz...
Moli Sword kept buzzing, as if responding to him: No one can!
At this moment, the sword's heart becomes clear and the man and sword become one.
Feeling the growing momentum behind him, Hou Jin was startled and couldn't help but turn his head to look.
Under the shadow of the Buddha statue, the young man is dressed in white, as bright as frost and snow, with sword energy flowing all over his body, and his black hair is windless, like a god of death who has stepped out of the Asura Hell.
The azure long sword in his hand is surrounded by spiritual light, and the thin golden thread in the center of the sword seems to be flowing, and a green leaf slowly floats around the sword...
