The Divine Sword suddenly struck, and the sword energy went towards the Blood Qi Ancestor. The golden thread was looming, like a vibrating string, covering an area of several feet in radius, sparse and not leaking. There was no way to avoid it in a hurry, so the ancestor had no choice but to muster up his blood and move forward. His body felt slightly cold, and everything around him collapsed. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his heart skipped a beat. He always felt that something was wrong. Something is wrong.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. The three of them looked at each other, and no one made any rash move. After a moment, Shen Yuanqiong cautiously poked his head out from behind Bixiazi, looked at the blood ancestor, his face was a little embarrassed, and he swallowed With a mouthful of saliva, he pressed down Bixiazi's open arms, slowly straightened his body, and found himself unharmed.
This sword energy suddenly erupted, destroying everything, but not hurting anyone. Even though the bloody ancestor was well-informed, he didn't know what was going on for a while. The heart was beating in the chest, and for some reason it was getting louder and more intense. The blood ancestor's expression changed drastically. Looking down, he saw countless blood lines emerging from the texture, and his body exploded inch by inch from the inside out. The blood mist was about to spray out, and in an instant, only a blur of blood remained, twisting and turning like a ghost.
He tried his best to extract the "Xuan Nu True Yin", accumulated the money, and manifested it, but it was cut to pieces by a sword energy. If he hadn't saved a hand and hid the soul deep in the blood energy, he had a chance to escape. The blood-qi ancestor smiled instead of being angry, and the form was reduced to insubstantiality. Although his vitality was severely damaged and his longevity was cut off by more than 30%, as long as he could take the divine sword, these costs were acceptable.
He took a deep breath, and just as he was about to rush forward, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at Liu Feiyan, only to see a fat Taoist holding her in his arms, holding her hands up and down, her eyes were blurred, her cheeks were red, and her body was as soft as Boneless. When the fat Taoist saw the Blood Ancestor turning around, he smiled and said, "Don't be surprised, fellow Taoist, I was also curious for a moment and followed her in a hurry. I didn't expect that the Nine Heavens Xuannv would leave such a lair and be found by the fellow Taoist." , I am truly blessed!”
The Blood Ancestor thought for a moment and guessed that Taoist Hehe had tampered with Liu Feiyan, and even he was concealed. The two have known each other for a long time, and it was a fateful friendship. Although they were unhappy in their hearts, they had no intention of falling out. In the heart of the ancestor of blood, Liu Feiyan was just an insignificant chess piece. Taoist Hehe came at a good time, and the two came at a good time. When people work together, they gain another three points of confidence in defeating the divine sword.
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The blood ancestor pointed at Bixia
Zi Dao: "Jiutian Xuannv left a valuable treasure for her disciples. Anyone who sees it will have a share. If you intend to get involved, you must take action first."
Taoist Hehe rolled his eyes, thoughtfully, and just then his sword energy shot up into the sky. It was gone in a blink of an eye. He came a step too late. He only saw that the ancestor of blood and energy had suffered a great loss, and his body was destroyed again. He could not See through the reality. After thinking for a moment, he saw that the ancestor of Blood Qi had a lot of time to wait for his answer. He laughed loudly, threw Liu Feiyan aside, walked forward slowly, walked around Bixiazi from a distance, and said in wonder: "Jiutian Xuannu attained enlightenment very early, and she is snow-white and pink. Although her disciple is not bad in appearance, with black hair mixed with white hair, and wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, how can she be older than her master?"
Bixiazi suddenly raised her head and vaguely guessed something. The master fell into the hands of the two of them. She was prepared to be humiliated, to survive and not to die. If you can't escape, you have to rely on yourself. It's just...it's just that her moral conduct is shallow and she is powerless to make a difference, so what should she do?
The Blood Ancestor said calmly: "That Bixiazi is the reincarnation of the Golden Immortal. The Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady has high hopes for her. I don't know how much effort has been put into her. Don't underestimate her and capsize in the gutter."
Taoist Hehe smiled "hehe". The bloody ancestor has been in trouble more than once when his boat capsized in the gutter. This was a sincere statement, not a mockery. He stopped and stood side by side with him. They both looked at Bixiazi and said casually: "The golden light under Luohua Island is hesitant. Could it be that there is a flying sword hidden?"
The blood ancestor said: "The sword energy is so powerful that it is an extraordinary thing." He concealed some of the truth and did not tell the whole truth. He did not intend to frame Taoist Hehe. Who can defeat the divine sword depends on chance and means. "Make wedding clothes for others" and tell the whole story.
Taoist Hehe was curious about what kind of valuable treasure Jiutian Xuannv left behind, which put the blood ancestors in a dilemma. Among them
I'm afraid there is another mystery. He tentatively took a few steps. Bixiazi was so close that he could reach out and take it off. Suddenly, he became wary. His right foot hung in the air and he still didn't step down. A flash of inspiration flashed through his mind. If he took this step, he would inevitably be killed. Although he had the means to save his life and escape, leaving it to Luohua Island in vain would not be worth the loss.
Taoist Hehe calmed down and did not make any waves. He slowly retracted his right foot and stepped back step by step. The golden light under Luohua Island suddenly shrank and then swelled, and another sword energy shot into the sky.
When it rises, golden threads will explode, crisscrossing and looming. The ancestor of Blood Qi was on guard for a long time. The blood light flew like lightning and he retreated in time. However, Taoist Hehe was half a beat too slow and had to clap his hands. The Taoist robe around him swelled and flew up. The true yin circulated and blocked all the golden threads. A single blow from the sword energy was broken.
Even if he handled it properly, there were still more than ten golden threads falling into his body, making a sizzling sound like water falling into boiling oil. Taoist Hehe groaned and stepped back a few feet. He looked up and saw that the Taoist robe slowly fell down and was riddled with holes. Less than 40% of the remaining true yin was left. His face looked a little ugly, and he stretched out his hand to put the Taoist robe on his body. With a gentle flick of his palm, the true yin flowed, and the damaged parts were intact as before.
The bloody light turned, and the Blood Ancestor fell beside him. Not surprisingly, the divine sword struck fiercely, and in the end it was a dead thing without an owner. District District Yiyi The sword energy, suddenly launched into attack, was not enough to kill the two of them. Taoist Hehe grabbed it with five fingers and found a wine gourd in his hand. He couldn't wait to remove the stopper and drank five or seven mouth-to-mouth mouth-to-mouth mouthfuls. He breathed a long sigh of relief, shook his head in anguish, and said: "It's amazing! Tao! Friends do harm!"
Taoist Hehe put countless heavenly and earthly treasures into this gourd wine. It nourishes yin and replenishes the vitality. It is extremely rare. The ancestor of blood energy asked him for the gourd, drank a few sips, took out the "blood energy pill" and the wine and swallowed it. With a little bit of exercise, his figure became a little more solid in the blink of an eye. Taoist Hehe felt a little distressed. He stretched out his hand and snatched the wine gourd back. He raised his sleeve and wiped the mouth of the gourd, muttering in his mouth, a little petty.
The blood ancestor took a deep breath, his blood boiled, his flesh buds squirmed, and in a blink of an eye he turned into a gloomy-looking scholar. He and Taoist Hehe stood on the left and right, forming a cornering position, firmly clamping down on Bixiazi, watching eagerly, and preparing for the attack. hair. Bixiazi felt extremely stressed. If it weren't for the protection of the divine sword, how could she, a little earthly fairy, be able to withstand the two evil men who were pressing every step of the way! Fatigue seeped out from her bones, flooding her body and mind like a tide. She felt so wronged that she just wanted to give up and die.
But what should Master do? What should Lang Jun do? Bixiazi trembled, looked back at Shen Yuanqiong, her eyes full of nostalgia, and said in a low voice: "My husband has been implicated... You and I, husband and wife, will go to hell together in this life..." The magic power circulates in the body, following a strange rhythm, suddenly and slowly penetrating the acupoints. Her face gradually ages, her hair grows gray, and her wrinkles become denser. Bixiazi desperately activates the divine sword and makes a desperate fight.
