Shen Yuanqiong waited patiently for a moment, but Jiutian Xuannv was still unable to utter a word. She hesitated for a moment, then cautiously took another half step. The "Yang Shen Sword" sent out strands of golden thread, and tremblingly rushed forward. , disappeared into her body silently, and then squeezed out from the back. A look of pain appeared on Xuannv's face. Countless bloodstains appeared on her skin, which slowly healed. She tried her best to hold on for more than ten breaths. Thirty percent of the Yin Qi in her body was cut off, her black hair was half white, countless small wrinkles appeared on her face, and her skin lost its luster. , as dry as paper.
Her lips trembled, and she finally said her first words intermittently: "Help...save me..." She seemed unable to withstand the erosion of the sword, and hurriedly stepped back. Her speech became stiff again, and she could not speak a single word. , consciousness seems to be stuck in chaos.
Shen Yuanqiong's heart moved, and he gradually understood that the Yin Qi in Jiutian Xuannv's body was a double-edged sword, which not only maintained the body, but also suppressed the consciousness. The body and the mind were incompatible, and she would either be a walking corpse or be awake and old. How can he save her? Shen Yuanqiong stepped forward, tentatively lifted the "Yang Shen Sword" and pressed it on her shoulders. Jiutian Xuannv suddenly took a breath of air, her footing was unstable and crumbling, blood stains were spread like spider webs, Yin Qi spurted out from the seven orifices, and her back quickly became rickety. , in an instant she turned into an old woman with goose skin and white hair, out of breath, only her eyes showed a strange look, like a girl.
The Yin Qi was completely consumed, and the opponent was no longer a threat. The "Yang Shen Sword" dimmed and turned into a streak of light that sank into Shen Yuanqiong's right arm and lay dormant. Jiutian Xuannv took a deep look at Jianhen, touched her chest, coughed several times, and said in a hoarse voice: "The divine sword recognizes its owner... I didn't expect... the opportunity would fall into your hands..."
Shen Yuanqiong had no good impression of Jiutian Xuannv, so he temporarily saved Bixiazi because of her affection, and unexpectedly pulled her back from the abyss. He looked up and down and said casually: "What are Xuannv's plans next?"
Jiutian Xuannv heard that there was no awe in his tone, and her heart skipped a beat. Shen Yuanqiong and Bixiazi's tenth husband and wife had a very deep bond, but she had already found out clearly that in this life, he was just a businessman full of money, and he was full of calculations. After practicing for several years, even if you can recognize the master of the divine sword, how much will you achieve? However, the other person stood in front of her, so close, but it seemed to be enveloped in a layer of smoke, making it impossible for her to see through or touch it, and she felt a little fear in her heart for no reason.
There were stabbing pains in her head, her eyesight went black, and her chest felt tight. Jiutian Xuannu slowly collapsed to the ground, rubbing her chest in vain. Her whole body was burning with pain, and it took a while for her to regain her strength. Back then, she left a divine soul in the "Life Slip", which gave her the opportunity to come back to life today. Unfortunately, this body has been refined into an infernal corpse by Hehe Taoist priests, so it cannot fully fit in. It bites back the divine soul from time to time, making life worse than death.
After this torture, the wrinkles on her face deepened, and she curled up into a ball, exhausted. Shen Yuanqiong looked at it for a long time and said with relief: "Taoist Hehe is dead. Xuannv can take her time to recover from her injuries. The future is long, so don't rush for a while."
Jiutian Xuannv's expression moved when she heard this, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. She used the "Shijian" to escape that day, but within a short time, she realized that Taoist Hehe's control over her was gone, and she guessed that he accidentally fell into a trap. He tried to fight, but unexpectedly fell to the divine sword, which solved his serious problem. However, even though Taoist Hehe died, the torture and humiliation he inflicted on himself left indelible traces on his body and mind. The mere thought of it aroused overwhelming hatred. Why did he die?
Shen Yuanqiong continued talking to himself, "Your current situation is very bad, and you look scary. It's better not to show your face for now. Find a place to hide. I will bring some elixirs later, and Bixiazi will do it myself." What you have learned may be of some help."
Jiutian Xuannv's heart went through thousands of times, but in the end she just said "I'm tired" and struggled to get up. The corners of her eyes seemed a little moist, and she was alone, but she stopped talking. Shen Yuanqiong was unmoved, shook his head and walked away. The woman's heart was aching. An old fairy like Jiutian Xuannv who had lived for who knows how many years had exquisite and intricate hearts, but Bixiazi was still simple and considerate.
After a long delay, as the twilight grew darker, he quickened his pace and returned to the "Blue Bridge Cave". Bixiazi continued to work hard on his own, surrounded by the fragrance of medicine, and had no time to be distracted. After eating a lot of fairy grass and elixir, although it is rare, it is still a mortal thing, and it is a drop in the bucket. The third level of "Bait Technique" is far away, and I don't know how long it takes to master it. Shen Yuanqiong was not impatient. He leaned to the side and closed his eyes to rest, stroking his belly. He was thinking about whether to mention the whereabouts of Jiutian Xuannv to her, and he fell asleep without realizing it.
I don't know how long it took, but the fragrance of the medicine entered the pores and gradually became thinner. Bixiazi slowly opened her eyes, feeling refreshed and the hidden pain disappeared. It's just that I have been delayed for these days, and I don't know where the master is and what his current situation is. She turned her head and glanced at Lang Jun, looking at his eyebrows and his lips, her heart moved slightly, and she couldn't help but miss Pingchuan City's other businesses.
Shen Yuanqiong yawned, rubbed his eyes, and felt a little dazed in his sleep. Ordinarily, a person who practices Taoism does not need to have a deep sleep, but he practiced the "Eating Technique" and swallowed highly toxic and tonic things, so sleep became an indispensable part. There are gains and there are losses. There is a saying: "Sit, sit, sit, your butt will be broken! The fire will torture you, but it will be a disaster." Compared with meditating in concentration, Shen Yuanqiong would rather fall asleep and sleep until the sky is dark.
Bixiazi thought for a while and told him that the "Dong Xuan Ling Bao Dan" was rare. She took two pills and had two pills left. After refining them all, she would be able to regain her full strength. Shen Yuanqiong understood what she meant, and waved his hand to express that he did not need it. "Medicinal supplements are not as good as dietary supplements." Meditation and refining qi were too troublesome, and he didn't have the patience. Bixiazi vaguely guessed that Lang Jun had inherited the divine sword and was practicing a sect of eccentric skills. He ate, drank, and slept, and his moral skills naturally improved. She stopped trying to persuade him and thought about getting some medicinal materials from Qingjingzi's hand.
Suddenly more than ten days later, Bixiazi was full of energy and returned to her peak. Qingjingzi also made up her mind and solemnly offered her a piece of black animal skin, her expression slightly nervous. Bixiazi took it and studied it carefully for a long time, and found that it was just a half-remnant recipe with no clue. In addition to medicinal materials, it also used demon bone and marrow from the sea, as well as "Purple Gold Pill" and "Dongxuan Lingbao Pill". "It's completely different, it's a different approach.
She couldn't help but ask about the origin of this half piece of remnant prescription. Qingjingzi was vague and unclear. He only said that it was a treasure of the master. He had searched all over the overseas islands over the years and was lucky enough to get it together. Things needed. Bixiazi did not ask any further, but carefully studied the recipe, and suggested that she was not sure about the properties of the demon bone and demon marrow, so she had to give it a try to be more sure.
Qingjingzi did not have any similar elixir recipe at hand, but he had lived abroad for a long time and had collected a lot of demon bones and marrow. He immediately poured out a large amount from the medicine bag and took a lot of effort to explain it for Bixiazi to practice.
