Jing Yuan indulged himself and was carried away by the turbid air. Unexpectedly, this air turned out to be a good-for-nothing. He rolled him up halfway and threw him into the woods and ignored him. Jing Yuan picked a leaf and blew on it, and the bottom of the green leaf came out. An elf smaller than a finger, Jing Yuan used a trace of spiritual power to get into his mind: "Remember this smell, go find it and come back to see me."
The elf jumped down from his palm, turned somersaults and rode away on the green leaves.
Jing Yuan sneered. Since he dared to kidnap him in broad daylight, he must be prepared to bear the consequences. All things in the world, including humans, gods and demons, have gnosis. He took out the demon-controlling pot that he had previously pulled from Uncle Xue Ming's body. The hair that fell down was burned in the palm of his hand, leaving wisps of black smoke and a burning smell.
After doing all this, Jing Yuan looked at the surrounding environment. As soon as he entered the forest, he felt something was wrong. The air was warm, cool and thick, but there was no trace of life. He leaned under a tree and sat up.
Hearing that Zhaozhao and the others circled around in the sky but still could not see Jingyuan's figure, Yin He was secretly anxious. He kept reciting the incantation in his mouth, just fluttering his wings, and the two people he was carrying screamed.
"Brother Yin He, please slow down, I'm going to faint." Wen Zhaozhao covered his mouth and vomited several times, pretending to spit it out on his back.
Yin He glanced at her and said in a cold voice, as if he had no time to care about the two of them: "Get out if you can't bear it."
Wen Zhaozhao's true body is a silver tiger, but it doesn't have arms that can fly, let alone those magic formulas that she can't understand. She can't fly even if she racks her brains.
She felt aggrieved when she heard Zhaozhao pursed his lips. He's just a little thief, there's no point in being so anxious. If Xue Ming didn't want to find this master Lao Shizi, she wouldn't have followed.
Wen Zhaozhao lowered his body and grasped Yin He's wings even more tightly. At this moment, Yin He leaned away and a black arrow grazed his feathers.
"Hurry up." Yin He's voice was also dispersed by the arrow, and what Wen Zhaozhao and Wen Zhaozhao heard was not very clear.
Wen Zhaozhao wanted to vomit even more when Yin He kept dodging. She thought about whether it would hurt if she vomited on Yin He and was thrown down by him, or whether it would be uncomfortable to hold it in until she died.
Seeing that she was really uncomfortable, Xue Ming offered to let her hold his red tassel gun and said: "Zhao Zhao, this gun was handed down from my ancestors. It can destroy all evil spirits. If you hold it tightly, it will feel better."
Xue Ming's position was clearer than she could see. He raised his hand to cast a barrier on the two of them and stood up. Wen Zhaozhao was able to raise his head at this time. She followed Xue Ming's gaze and saw that her body was densely covered with blood. A layer of cold sweat.
There was a mass of black energy directly in front of them. The black energy vaguely condensed into a human shape. The attacking arrow was made from the condensed energy in his body. Yin He kept dodging but could not escape the fate of being hit. He and Xue Ming's body was covered with color, but this ball of energy did not want to let them go. Wen Zhaozhao saw that it seemed to be tired of this way, and was about to turn his whole body into tens of thousands of arrows.
Wen Zhaozhao shouted at the top of her lungs: "Xue Ming, disperse this thing!" Her idea was simple. Since it was anger, it could be dispersed, otherwise they would all lose their lives here.
Yin He led the two of them forward while dodging. Xue Ming could barely stand up. He gathered his spirit in his dantian, but he felt that the arrow he had just caught was like a dragon running around his body, sticking firmly to his body. Him, he couldn't use any strength. Xue Ming became a little anxious: "Zhaozhao, I can't use it."
Wen Zhaozhao gritted her teeth. Both Xue Ming and Yin He were a little distracted, and the barrier on her body was about to break. She tried her best to lift the red tassel gun that she couldn't usually lift, and rushed forward with a loud shout. Rushing, the tip of Hongying's spear split the arrow. Wen Zhaozhao could not control the spear. With just a brute force, the Hongying spear seemed to recognize its master and dug a hole in the black whirlwind.
The black wind seemed to be angry, and suddenly it swelled tremendously, shattering the barrier on Wen Zhaozhao's body, and Wen Zhaozhao fell down together with the red tassel gun.
"Ah!" Wen Zhaozhao's limbs kept fluttering. She heard that Zhaozhao's life had not yet been handed over to Jing Yuan, and he was about to leave it here. She thought silently in her heart, let me die the way I did in my previous life. Falling to death is not good. It's so disgraceful.
The expected pain did not come. Wen Zhaozhao closed his eyes tightly and suddenly heard an angry voice, "Wen Zhaozhao!"
Could it be that Yama is here to seek his life? Wen Zhaozhao didn't even dare to open his eyes, so he could only hold the gun in his arms tightly.
"When are you going to get up from me?" Jing Yuan said with a smile. His face was calm, but his heart was already burning with fire. He released his spiritual power to find an exit in the forest, but the spiritual power would be bounced back no matter where he was. While he was thinking about it, Wen Zhaozhao fell from the sky and caught him off guard.
Hearing the familiar voice, Wen Zhaozhao stood up slowly and muttered in a low voice: "So it's you, little thief. Where am I?"
"In the formation." Jing Yuan didn't want to pay attention to her, pulled her away, and sat back to where he was before.
"Hey, don't close your eyes. After all, I fell down because I came to save you. You have to be responsible for saving me." Perhaps because there were only two of them, Wen Zhaozhao looked at him very kindly and wanted to leave. He sat closer, but she couldn't lift the red tassel gun. She could only speak to Jing Yuan in a loud voice: "Brother Thief, how can we be considered friends even though we have two sides? Is this spell cast by you?" ?Don’t ignore me, why didn’t you teach Xue Ming how to shoot before? Look at me, am I not smarter than him?”
After Wen Zhaozhao talked a lot and boasted about how brave she was just now, she said: "That's a hundred thousand arrows, I just raised my hand and I could easily resolve them."
When Wen Zhaozhao saw that he didn't respond, her heart skipped a beat. She also felt that the forest was strange. Could it be that he had been trapped for too long and was dead? She put down the gun, stamped her steps, and put her hand tremblingly in front of his nose to feel his breath.
Jing Yuan opened his eyes suddenly. He almost cried because of this man. He slapped Wen Zhaozhao's hand away and ruthlessly tore away Wen Zhaozhao's boast: "Since you are so powerful, what about the two of them? I think Your bragging skills are much better than magic, so why not go to the human world and find an opera troupe to sing."
No matter how stupid Wen Zhaozhao was, she could still hear that she was being scolded. She pointed at Jing Yuan's nose and replied: "Okay, I'm here to save you with good intentions. You still scold me without thinking about life and death. You should just let yourself go." Let’s fend for ourselves in this forest.”
"Did I tell you to save me?" Jing Yuan also felt angry in his heart, and he sneered.
"Don't be so proud. I'll teach you a lesson when you get out." Wen Zhaozhao, as an orc, clearly felt that the forest seemed to have moved. She felt timid in her heart, but she refused to admit defeat: "Prince Jing Yuan of the Celestial Clan You know, that’s my eldest brother, I’ll let my eldest brother teach you a lesson when you get out.”
Jing Yuan looked at her and knew that she was extremely familiar.
When Wen Zhaozhao saw that he was silent, he thought it was Jing Yuan's name that shocked him, so he moved closer to him cautiously: "You know you are afraid, so just come with me. After we go out, I will say good things to my elder brother and let him Stop beating you."
As soon as Jing Yuan stretched out his hand, the red tassel gun flew over. A fishy smell came. The red tassel gun seemed to resonate. Its gun body was trembling slightly. Jing Yuan hid Wen Zhaozhao behind him without leaving any trace. He was not angry. Said: "If you don't want to die, just shut up."
Wen Zhaozhao got excited and tried her best to hide behind him. She made a snoring sound in her throat. She uttered a few words: "Brother Thief, something is coming."
Jing Yuan looked at her in surprise, as if he didn't expect Wen Zhaozhao to realize this. He soon figured out that Wen Zhaozhao was an immortal from the Tiger Clan, and her various senses were more sensitive.
Jing Yuan raised his gun horizontally, and the red tassel gun seemed to feel the spiritual power filling his body, and it trembled even more. Wen Zhaozhao knew that this kind of weapon could cultivate spiritual consciousness. Although it could not transform into words, it could respond according to the strength of the user's spiritual power. Even stronger ones could choose its own master. She glared at the gun sadly. , why didn’t she see it like this when she took it just now?
Jing Yuan played a trick of the gun, bringing out a bright white and dazzling light trace. The light trace spread out from around the two of them with a posture of crushing everything. Wherever it went, the trees were uprooted until they were split. It takes a giant mouth to stop.
Then Wen Zhaozhao saw the arrogant black energy falling out in an embarrassed manner.
"Do you like eavesdropping on others so much?" Jing Yuan's voice was so lazy that it reminded Wen Zhaozhao of Jing Yuan for no reason. She shook her head to get rid of this terrible thought.
"It's so embarrassing to see the chaotic energy in Tangtang. It's a joke." Jing Yuan's words were like a thunder, but he didn't feel it himself, with a sense of regret: "I still think you were the same when you were in the ninth heaven. He was quite lovable, but it was a pity that I beat him to a pulp."
Wen Zhaozhao felt a coldness coming from her limbs. The legend of the Chaos Qi had been around since she was a child. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be true. Tens of thousands of years ago, heaven split the chaos into three realms: humans, gods, and demons. Although the Chaos was opened, the Chaos Qi was still there. Still causing trouble, various races fought in melee. In the end, the gods took over the world with a slight advantage and suppressed the demons. The energy of chaos was also purified with the sacrifices of a large number of immortals. But today, the chaotic energy was released again, and the spirit was cultivated.
Chaos Qi was also angered. He seemed to have thought of something and screamed. Wen Zhaozhao tugged on the corner of Jing Yuan's clothes: "Brother Thief, be careful. The arrows of this thing will lock people's spiritual power."
"You're not too stupid." Jing Yuan had experienced the power of Chaos Qi in Jiuzhongtian, but today he had more important things to ask: "Hey, spit out the soul you ate."
The energy of chaos is something that is naturally nurtured. The seal of tens of thousands of years has severely damaged his vitality. Ordinary spiritual objects cannot heal his injuries and nourish his spiritual power. Only the soul can fill his wounds, and he will eat his soul. Without exception, people will turn into rabbits.
"Young boy with a yellow mouth, if you want it, just grab it yourself." This was the first time Chaos Qi spoke. His voice was like an old woman's, dry and cracked. He used the same trick as before, and saw a light coming from They rise from all directions, locking it tightly like chains.
Jing Yuan walked over slowly, stretched out his hand and tore out a pure white ball from the black air. He said, "I'll snatch it out now."
This ball has written on it - the third day of the twelfth lunar month, whose birth date should be.
"How dare you!" The roaring sound of the chaotic energy became more and more unpleasant. Wen Zhaozhao covered his ears, and the sound pierced in like a knife. It roared for a while, and seeing that Jing Yuan was still unmoved, he started to giggle. Get up: "You are only proud for a while, because when I die, you will die too. Do you want to die? Didn't you do a good job in letting me go in Jiuchongtian? Why are you seeking death?"
A crack appeared on Jing Yuan's expressionless face. He activated the red tassel gun and slashed it down with devastating spiritual power. A burning smell came out, and the energy of chaos disappeared in front of Wen Zhaozhao with a grin.
