Use all your magic skills on your spiritual roots and send your telepathy to Youmi Gu.
The Youmi Gu flew silently on the demon cultivator's shoulder.
At this moment, his hands moved.
It is not easy to extract the spiritual root of Zhu Rousha when the spell casting is interrupted. As long as a trace of spiritual power is interrupted, it is easy to lose control.
What's more, Feng Qianqian specially picked this person to attack at the critical moment.
Feng Qianqian observed that this person had leaked demonic energy before, but at this time he had been using spiritual power to extract the spiritual root.
How could a demon cultivator possess both demonic aura and spiritual power?
So now, under the spell cast by the Gu insect, the demonic energy and spiritual power immediately dispersed.
The spiritual root was uncontrollable and flew back into Zhu Rousha's body.
Feng Qianqian had no time to take care of Zhu Rousha's condition and concentrated on defeating the enemy.
At this moment, his fingers turned quickly, and an ice arrow immediately appeared in the air, shooting towards the heart of the demon cultivator!
With the cultivation level of the third level of foundation building, the demons are too confident if they dare to lurk in!
The plot came quietly.
But when the ice arrow was about to hit, the demon cultivator turned slightly sideways and dodged easily.
Mo Xiu turned around with a mocking smile on his lips.
"Oh, look, I didn't expect that Lizard San was right. There are people coming to such a remote place."
Then he added, "Build the first level of the foundation. Haha, you exposed yourself like this. It seems that you are just a fragile little seedling in Xuanyu Sect."
Feng Qianqian was looked down upon by this person, so she just frowned, condensed a few more ice arrows and shot them.
According to her observations, the gap between this person and herself was only a small level. Why did she imply that she must die here? She re-evaluated this trip again.
"You shouldn't have come. If you come, leave your life behind!"
As he spoke, he took out his spiritual sword and roared toward Feng Qianqian.
The power of this sword was quite high, and she had to lie down for several days to resist it, and quickly turned over to avoid it.
Feng Qianqian noticed that the spiritual sword thrust forward with spiritual power.
This person didn't use demonic cultivation methods?
Feng Qianqian stepped across the ice wall, always paying attention to avoiding the attacking formations and leading him out of the range of the formations.
The situation is really not good for me.
The demon cultivator knew her intentions, and his evaluation in his heart was refreshed again.
This little disciple who is not tall enough can only use ice arrows.
It is judged that it is a rare mutated ice spirit root, which is highly respected among monks, but what about mutated ice spirit roots?
His cultivation level is not high, he only knows how to shoot a few ice arrows that can't hit.
He admitted that the ice arrow was solid and powerful, and he had to take magic potion if he was hit.
But her own strength that surpasses the opponent's is not even the slightest bit, so how can she succeed?
The pleasure in Mo Xiu's heart slowly swelled, and he chased Feng Qianqian like a cat catching a mouse, occasionally shooting out a few knives to restrain her.
Following her wishes, he could still take her life without any effort without those small attack arrays!
snort! A young Qi-refining foundation-building disciple, who doesn’t know how high the sky is, dares to look down on the demon cultivator!
Centipede had a sarcastic smile on his face.
"Why, the inner disciples of Xuan Yu Sect only know how to hide, but they still pretend to be fat and come to save people. It's true that each generation is worse than the last."
Feng Qianqian gritted her teeth secretly and made up her mind not to respond.
hateful! Who is pretending to be fat?
And while he was speaking, he shot five ice arrows at him. Each one was extremely solid and powerful.
Centipede Si did not dodge this time. The ice arrow hit his body with severe pain, making people not want to move.
This young disciple is always looking for opportunities to exploit himself. Is he looking for an opportunity to consume himself?
Centipede Si didn't even pay attention to the few arrow wounds.
It's just that the spiritual power in his body cannot be used, but he is not a monk in the first place.
"Don't run away. If you have the strength to make a sneak attack, why don't you have the strength to fight?"
On the surface, he seems to be at the third level of foundation building, but the disciple in front of him is only at the first level.
In his opinion, those arrogant monks would soon fight him.
This young disciple is too timid!
Centipede Four responded with several piercing ice arrows.
Feng Qianqian's speed was already very fast, and the demon cultivator's attack couldn't hit her at all.
Centipede Si saw that she was so fast that he couldn't catch up with her.
He was still consumed by her from time to time, but now that his whole body was slightly injured, he didn't want to be consumed by her anymore.
Centipede Si was worried that there would be other disciples coming to this world. She had already seen her face.
Killing one person is more concealed than killing a group!
"Alas, I am really not very good at using this spiritual power."
"Forget it, running around in this ice and snow has warmed me up, so I won't play with you anymore."
This demonic cultivator's words are more and more irritating.
As he said this, he threw down the spiritual sword in his hand. All monks' things are so difficult to use!
The next second he used his magic weapon, planning to kill Feng Qianqian with one move.
It was a bottle-shaped magic weapon, with demonic energy lingering on it, and its entire body was green.
In Feng Qianqian's view, that bottle was very dangerous.
I saw the demon cultivator lift the cap of the bottle, and the surrounding air instantly accelerated, as if it was driven by the power of the treasure bottle.
He murmured a few words, then shouted loudly.
"Look where you are going as soon as my treasure bottle comes out!"
"receive!"
As soon as the demon cultivator finished speaking, Feng Qianqian immediately felt a strong suction coming towards her, which came from the treasure bottle in his hand.
Feng Qianqian clung to the surrounding ice wall in a panic, leaving traces of her nails on the ice wall.
hateful! After this incident, I must buy a magic weapon!
At this time, under the crack, the ice and snow that originally came from top to bottom, plus the ice cubes on the ground, all went towards the mouth of the bottle!
Seeing that she was being sucked in by the treasure bottle uncontrollably, Centipede had four chances to win.
"Hahaha, little disciple, your path to becoming an immortal now depends on me!"
Less than five meters away from the demon cultivator, Feng Qianqian shook her hands on the ground.
Can't wait any longer, it's now!
Feng Qianqian mobilized all her spiritual power, kneaded the secrets with one hand, and pressed the ice wall with the other.
moment! Dozens of vines sprouted from the soles of Mo Xiu's feet, trying to trap his movements.
Centipede Si was almost amused by her, and he didn't care how she could use the wood vine because of her ice spirit root.
He easily dodged it and continued to laugh, "What are these little flowers and grass used for?"
At this time, Feng Qianqian was close enough to him. Just as his feet were about to land, two-meter-high ice spikes sprouted from the underground ice beneath his feet.
The range is enough to trap five people! Each spike is pointed slightly toward the center for maximum damage!
Feng Qianqian took advantage of the gap and pinched her hands again.
Above his head, there were ice arrows coming from all directions!
It fell down like a centipede at an extremely fast speed, blocking his movement.
The demon cultivator was horrified.
There were attacks all around, and Centipede Si could not escape. He hurriedly used his defensive weapon to resist the sharp ice spikes under his feet.
But the attacks above and around him could not be avoided, piercing his body one by one.
Feng Qianqian didn't stop for a moment, stepping on the ice thorns, using her strength to resist the suction of the vase and distance herself.
