The bamboo slip was one of the few things Bixiazi brought out from Luohua Island. It didn't look amazing, but it resisted the "Yin Yang Blade" at the critical moment and saved her life. It was extraordinary, but no one expected it. Jiutian Xuannv's reaction to the bamboo slips was so great that Hehe Taoist made it into a "Golden Immortal Yin Corpse", which she could use to get rid of her control.
The palm is as hot as a soldering iron, and the bamboo slips beat violently, almost wanting to fly out of the hand. The blue clouds are so blessed that my soul feels so happy, my fingers loosen, the bamboo slips fall into the forest like a tired bird, and suddenly sink into Jiutian Xuannu's body. The "Golden Immortal Yin Corpse" made a gurgling sound in its throat, and all the Yin Qi from the whole body was collected into its organs. It exhaled a long stream of white air, which was bone-chilling. A glimmer of light flashed in its eyes, making it a little more agile.
Bixiazi was surprised and happy, and called out tentatively: "Master?" Jiutian Xuannu seemed to ignore it, and suddenly let out a shrill scream. Her figure flickered, and disappeared deep into the forest after a few ups and downs. The rabbit raised the falcon. Fallen, out of reach. Bixiazi was slightly startled. She originally thought that her master would be reborn after a disaster, but she didn't expect that he would abandon her without hesitation, leaving her to face a powerful enemy alone. For a moment, she felt very disappointed.
Jiutian Xuannv actually left a backup, and the cooked duck actually flew away. Hehe Taoist was greatly surprised, but he also tried to find out the opponent's details. Bixiazi's injury was not healed, and Shen Yuanqiong's successor was weak, although it was in vain. It took a lot of effort to break off a formed "Golden Immortal Yin Corpse", and with the divine sword as compensation, it is not a loss-making business. He grinned, showing a somewhat ferocious look, and casually used the "Yellow Dragon Capturing Hand". A stream of yellow smoke poured out from his sleeves, turning into a big black and yellow hand, imprisoning the world, and slowly pressed down.
Shen Yuanqiong felt his whole body tense up, and the "Yang Shen Sword" moved several times, but was resolved by Xuanhuang's big hands, unable to escape. Turning his head and looking around, Bixiazi seemed to be falling into quicksand, with tiny beads of sweat leaking out from the temples and the tip of her nose. She leaned forward and backward, but could not break free. Xuanhuang's big hand fell, and with every step closer, the pressure increased sharply. Shen Yuanqiong's joints crackled all over his body. His resistance was futile. As his feet slowly sank into the earth and rocks, his mood fell into despair.
This is the coercion of the Golden Immortal. It is also the "Yellow Dragon Capture Hand". Master Lu's use is full of flaws. The "Yang Shen Sword" can easily tear the void and break the magical power. However, in the hands of Hehe Taoist, it is a perfect fit. He was isolated from heaven and earth and was helpless. Sure enough, "If the water is not thick, it will not be able to carry a large boat." Taoism and spirituality must ultimately be supported by Taoism. Shen Yuanqiong came to a clear understanding, and the "prey technique" made up for one of his most critical shortcomings. , It's a pity that time waits for no one, and there is a lack of time for accumulation.
Hehe Taoist is his destined fate. If he can survive it, the sea and the sky will be brighter. If he cannot survive it, all his previous efforts will be wasted!
Also in despair was Bixiazi. It was a heavy blow for her master to be turned into a puppet by the other party. It was another heavy blow to take away the bamboo slips to regain her consciousness, but then abandon her. She could only watch the black and yellow hands falling from the sky, and her heart was so desolate. The Divine Sword saved her on Luohua Island. They killed them again at Shimen Peak. In the end, she and her husband finally became a pair of mandarin ducks with the same destiny, and both went to death...
Just when he couldn't control his wild thoughts, the "Yang Shen Sword" suddenly broke free from Lang Jun's hand and slowly floated in the air. A starry figure gradually appeared, with eyes like stars and a heroic appearance. Bixiazi was shocked, and couldn't help but feel ashamed. She lowered her eyes subconsciously, not daring to look directly. She felt lost and lost. She couldn't help but look up. A thought suddenly broke into her mind. Even Master Jiutian Xuannv was not as good as him. Go to that female cultivator just in case.
Shen Yuanqiong was filled with emotions. Everything about his past life appeared in front of his eyes, and he forgot it as soon as he remembered it. He was in a trance as if he was struck by lightning. He knew that the time had not come yet, so he had to give up the thought of remembering and strictly abide by the Taoism to prevent his mind from wandering. waves. The female cultivator was just a tiny wisp of spiritual thought, which had been buried in the sword for who knows how many years. It was only at this moment that she saw the light of day again. With an expressionless face, she reached out and took off the "Yang Shen Sword". Her eyes fell on Taoist Hehe, and the sword light flashed slightly. , there was a moment of interruption between the past and the future.
Taoist Hehe's face was ashen, his hands and feet were trembling, he couldn't pinch the magic formula, and couldn't move his steps. He never dreamed that such a great secret was hidden in the divine sword. He shattered the void and regarded the golden immortal as an ant. If he could turn back time, he would never come to Shimen Peak, nor would he force Shen Yuanqiong to use the "Golden Immortal Yin Corpse" as a precursor to test the opponent's details. He thought he was cautious enough, but he was wrong. The mistake was that he coveted the divine sword. As soon as he was greedy, he was destined to be unable to escape this disaster...
Countless thoughts flew by, and Taoist Hehe silently turned into flying ashes, followed by Xuanhuang's big hand.
In annihilation, the magic weapon and magical power disappear into smoke, just like a drop of water falling into the abyss, causing no waves. The female cultivator killed the Golden Immortal with one sword, then looked back at Shen Yuanqiong. Her eyes were cold, as if she had repaid the cause and effect. The starlight all over her body gradually faded away and disappeared out of sight. The "Yang Shen Sword" turned into a golden light and disappeared into his right hand. In his arm, there was still a "sword mark", dormant and motionless.
Shen Yuanqiong felt as if he was lost. The aloof Golden Immortal was wiped out from the world, as if he had never appeared before. He could not tell whether all this was a real illusion, a dream or an awakening. He turned back to look at Bixiazi, only to see her falling limply to the ground as if her backbone had been taken out, exhausted and falling into a deep sleep. He then looked at Qingjingzi, who was biting her fingers and dumbfounded, her face full of awe. Shen Yuanqiong scratched his head, feeling a little troubled in his heart. Qingjingzi must have thought that he was "pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger." Can we still get along well with each other in the future and make elixirs together?
After gathering his mood, Shen Yuanqiong stepped forward to pick up Bixiazi and headed to "Lanqiao Cave". Bixiazi was very light and frowned slightly. She grabbed his clothes in her sleep, as if she was worried that he would leave her like her master. Shen Yuanqiong passed by Qingjingzi. The latter stood blankly for a moment, shook his head and smiled bitterly, then hurriedly followed, thinking in his heart that it was not safe to add two to one to make five, and whether it would be better to divide three to seven.
The fire in the "Lanqiao Cave" has been extinguished, and the "Bard's Foot Golden Furnace" is safe and sound. The fragrance of medicine is lingering around, which is refreshing. Shen Yuanqiong carefully put Bixiazi down, but she still held on to his collar, her knuckles turning white, like a frightened little animal. Qingjingzi felt that he was redundant. After waiting for a while, he saw that he was leaning against the cave wall with his eyes closed and concentrating. He had no intention of turning on the stove. He felt like there were ants crawling all over his body and was restless. He quietly went out and stood at the entrance of the cave looking at the horizon. The flowing clouds made me sigh in my stomach.
Even the Golden Immortal can be beaten to death. Mi and his wife have a lot of background. If he borrowed their hands to make elixirs, could he be seeking the skin of a tiger? The more Qingjingzi thought about it, the more he felt his heart tremble. His master had warned him to "don't reveal your wealth to others". All kinds of bloody lessons appeared in front of his eyes and lingered in his ears, making him more and more uneasy.
