Both Pei Xihe and Mu Qing were empty of spiritual power. Mu Qing was injured by the flames, and his injuries were barely suppressed by the elixir.
Even though Lu Han is also empty inside, there is Lu Qiulu.
Lu Qiulu is now in the fifth level of Qi training, with sufficient spiritual power and no injuries.
How do they cope?
And that fierce tiger, I really didn't expect that it would be possible to give birth to a demon pill.
Demon elixirs are generated by demons above the foundation level.
Contains the majestic demon power and blood inscriptions of the demon cultivator himself.
Demon cultivators will never allow others or other demons to plunder their own demon elixir, and they will destroy their demon elixir before death even if they die.
However, before Liehu reaches the foundation level and his spiritual intelligence is not developed, it is difficult for him to realize the destruction of his demon elixir.
The demon pill obtained must be of better quality, and its value may not be inferior to the foundation-building demon pill just because of its cultivation level.
Demon elixirs are of great value and can be used to refine sixth-grade and first-grade elixirs, and to inlay and infuse high-grade spiritual treasures.
The monks can even directly use means to refine it, not only can they gain a lot of cultivation.
If the demon elixir is complete enough, it can even allow the monks to glimpse the bloodline inscriptions contained in it, and with their superb understanding, they can understand the unique magical powers of the demon beasts.
If Liehu really gave birth to a demon pill, even if he was in the realm of Qi training, it would be enough to exchange for a nearly five-digit amount of spiritual stones.
The wages of avarice is death.
Lu Han and Lu Qiulu had a reason to take risks.
Mu Qing shouted loudly.
"You dare to kill fellow disciples, aren't you afraid of the Law Enforcement Hall?"
The chill in Pei Xihe's eyes gradually spread, and he sighed inwardly, stupid.
They have all decided to secretly swallow the demon pill, that is, they will never be spared their lives. As long as they control it well, their injuries can be disguised as those of a fierce tiger.
He, Lu Han, managed to kill Liehu with the help of Lu Qiulu, but he failed to save his two fellow disciples.
She didn't interrupt Mu Qing, just to delay him for a little longer.
She had just killed Fiery Tiger with three swords, consuming all her spiritual energy.
So she also swallowed the pill. What Lu Han saw was a ninth-grade healing pill, but there was an eighth-grade Xuanling pill hidden in her hand.
Yes, she felt something was fishy from the beginning and was wary of Lu Han. She would never expose her weak self to him easily.
Coupled with the operation of the Qi Nourishing Technique, the high-grade spiritual roots absorb spiritual energy crazily, and the power of the elixir flows.
Her spiritual power has been restored to 30% to 40%.
Just delay it a little longer, a little is enough.
Lu Qiulu burst out laughing after hearing Mu Qing's words.
"You are indeed extremely stupid."
"Think about it, Liehu is a monster in the eighth and ninth realms. If this little girl hadn't exceeded the strength of the sixth realm, you would have died long ago."
"As long as we wipe your throat with the tiger's teeth, who knows?"
Mu Qing's body was cold and a little shaky. His face was tense, and it was difficult to hide the hatred in his eyes.
"You bitch!"
Lu Qiulu smiled and seemed to want to say something more.
Lu Han interrupted her.
"It's bullshit. Kill them both, and things will change later."
Although his spiritual power was exhausted, his injuries were not serious. He was only a little bit bruised by the fierce tiger's strength. Now his eyes were cold and he looked towards Pei Xihe and Mu Qing with murderous intent.
Mu Qing and Pei Xihe looked at each other. They would never surrender and accept death.
Mu Qing suddenly threw a talisman from his arms.
That is the ninth grade spiritual talisman.
Fire charm!
A burst of flames burst out from the talisman, but activating the talisman also consumed the little bit of spiritual power she had just recovered.
The fierce flames rushed towards her face, and Lu Qiulu couldn't help but feel a little confused.
She majored in wood spirit root, and was faintly restrained by the flames. Even when facing the uncontrolled fire, it took a lot of effort.
There was hope in Pei Xihe's eyes.
Lu Qiulu made no secret of this, she was not good at fighting.
There was a sense of sluggishness in her movements. She had never been tempered by fighting, and her spiritual power was not pure, so she was restrained by the flames of the fire talisman.
In this case, she has now recovered about 40% of her spiritual power due to the advantages of the elixir and the nine-inch spiritual root. Although her physical body has suffered some internal shocks and contusions due to the explosive sword drawing technique, she is still no match for Lu Qiulu.
But only in the number of five to five.
She turned her eyes slightly and moved closer to Mu Qing.
"Senior Sister Mu, now that you and I are in dire straits, there is no need to be more defensive. I still have a ninth-grade ice talisman in my hand. Do you still have a trump card?"
Mu Qing and she looked at each other, with a slight hesitation in their eyes but then quickly gave it up.
You're still hesitant to sacrifice your little one for your big one!
She spoke quickly.
"I still have a ninth-grade golden thorn talisman, but my spiritual power is exhausted."
At this moment, Lu Han had murderous intent on his face and was already slashing with a big knife.
Mu Qing had a look of disgust on his face, the damn thing was tricked into turning around by him.
Pei Xihe dodged the sword.
"I have some left."
Mu Qing suddenly threw the talisman and it fell into Pei Xihe's hand.
Her injuries were more serious and she was burned by the flames. Now she was the weakest person on the scene. She could only place her hope on Pei Xihe, who was in the same situation as her.
Pei Xihe caught the talisman.
The two talismans, the golden thorn talisman and the ice talisman, were suddenly held in her palm.
Lu Han looked ugly and roared at Lu Qiulu.
"Hurry up and do it."
Pei Xihe held the Tang Dao and opened the slashed sword. He felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, cracked and painful.
The vines coming under their feet were controlled by Lu Qiulu.
She gritted her teeth.
Each ninth-grade spiritual talisman requires at least six or seven hundred spiritual stones. She gave up the spiritual stones to save one in order to save her life. Naturally, she couldn't part with it now, but she was even more reluctant to part with this life.
She poured in spiritual power and activated the golden thorn talisman.
The extremely sharp golden thorns suddenly shot out from the talisman, and the golden spiritual power echoed with her golden spiritual roots, making it even more convenient.
"prick!"
The golden thorn shot towards Lu Han with great speed.
With brilliant golden spiritual power.
Suddenly Lu Han took out an earth spirit talisman from his arms, with a look of distress in his eyes.
He originally didn't want to use it, but now he feels really sad and unbearable.
He looked at Pei Xihe with a fierce look.
"I don't believe how much spiritual power you have left to activate that ice talisman."
Mu Qing also realized at this time that Pei Xihe was only in the sixth realm, and the number of cyclones and recovery speed should not be comparable to Lu Han. Now that Lu Han and her spiritual power were exhausted due to activating the spiritual talisman, what would Pei Xihe have left? How much?
She couldn't help but look desperate.
Pei Xihe used force on his feet to break free of the restrained wooden vines.
There was a bit of light in his eyes.
"Not always!"
The spiritual energy in her body surged towards the ice talisman.
"go!"
She activated the ice edge with her fingertips and stabbed Lu Han directly.
Although Pei Xihe has three spiritual roots, his spiritual root is a nine-inch spiritual root that they could not imagine. The speed of absorbing spiritual power and the purity of the condensed spiritual power are much better than theirs even in the Qi Nourishing Art. .
She would not explain all of this to them, but when she looked at Lu Han, her eyes were gradually covered with frost, showing murderous intent.
Pei Xihe had never killed anyone, only monsters, so his first reaction was a little panic.
But she was smarter and more sensitive than ordinary people, and she suddenly realized something.
The world of cultivating immortals is far from beautiful as imagined. This is a world that cannibalizes people. If your background is not good and your talent is not strong, then you must be ruthless enough to climb up and live well.
Then erase all your cowardice and hesitation!
Killing intent filled her heart instantly, and her heart was instantly determined.
The ice edge pierced Lu Han's heart and instantly filled his whole body.
Lu Han himself had exhausted his spiritual power and was unable to stop the ice from spreading.
The blood was frozen inch by inch, and a monk at the seventh level of Qi training died like this, silently, just like a dead leaf falling.
Although Pei Xihe had made up his mind, he was determined.
But the feeling of killing someone for the first time made her feel that the top of her head was congested, and she couldn't feel anything. A heat spread from her body, and her face turned red.
Lu Qiulu burst out with an astonishing shrill voice.
"elder brother!"
"You bitch! Bitch! Give my brother his life!"
This scream brought Pei Xihe back from her thoughts. She saw Lu Qiulu bursting into tears and stabbing him with a spiritual sword, and she found it extremely funny.
As long as they are allowed to kill her, do she and Mu Qing deserve to be killed by them?
What's the point? !
She steadied herself.
Lu Qiulu's figure, footwork, and sword-holding posture had long been messed up by her crying and trembling.
Pei Xihe brought up a few strands of spiritual power in his body, which had almost been exhausted by using the talisman.
But she still had a knife in her hand.
She has been practicing swordsmanship for more than two years.
She wakes up in the morning and wields a wooden sword against the sun. When autumn comes, the cold and heat will not change.
This Chunjianrong is also an eighth-grade spiritual treasure, cutting iron is like mud, and cold iron is hard.
She shouldn't lose, she won't lose!
