The demon core was shattered, and its true form was revealed. It could no longer transform. It curled up on the ground and was dying. The energy and blood in the body surged, as if it had been cut into pieces with a thousand knives. It was painful, and it was impossible to use its magical powers, so it could only be slaughtered by others. The grass was cut without removing the root, but the spring breeze blew it again. Shen Yuanqiong raised the "Yang Shen Sword" and swung it with his sword without hesitation. The golden thread disappeared in a flash, and cut off an eel head of the demon king. Blood gushed out like a spring, and his body Wu Zi kept rolling and twisting.
The dark clouds have dispersed, the sun shines on Shimen Peak, and the "Blue Bridge Cave" has disappeared. The mountains and ground are falling apart in all directions, and the situation is miserable. Finally, there is no danger, the elixir is safe, and the demon king is decapitated. Bixiazi breathed a sigh of relief, finally letting go of her worries. Fatigue rose from her bones, flooding her body and mind like a tide. She felt like the world was spinning and her body was shaking.
Shen Yuanqiong stepped forward to support her. Bixiazi slowly sat down, hugged her legs with her hands, leaned her head on her knees, looked at him for a moment, and whispered: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired..." She My lips are chapped and my voice is a little hoarse. I haven't slept for dozens of days and haven't eaten any water or rice. Although the immortals say that they are nourishing themselves with grains, they don't eat anything at all.
Shen Yuanqiong cast his eyes on the Demon King's corpse, and then he had an idea and said, "Wait, I'll get something good for you to replenish!" Bixiazi couldn't even laugh or cry. That thing was hideous and repulsive, shaped like a big snake, and was covered in mucus. Why? You can tell! When she was about to decline politely, Shen Yuanqiong stood up and stepped forward, ready to show off his skills. Bixiazi's thoughts changed and she swallowed the words on her lips.
Eating whales and eels is a great tonic, and the transformed demon king is even more rare. Shen Yuanqiong picked up the good eel meat and cut a few pieces. He went to the mountain stream and kneaded the mucus carefully, then cut it into thick slices. , roasted on the campfire until fragrant and brown, and handed to Bixiazi to taste. After this treatment, the eel meat looked good. Although it lacked ginger and green onion and other ingredients to remove the fishy smell, there was no peculiar smell. Bixiazi couldn't bear to refuse, and brought it to her mouth for a brief taste. The taste was unexpectedly good, and she swallowed it. There is a surge of heat in the abdomen, as if immersed in a hot spring, the pores relax, and the spirit is suddenly lifted.
Bixiazi nodded and said: "It is indeed a rare good thing, peaceful and upright, nourishing the blood..." Seeing her husband hand over another piece, she shook her head and pushed it to him to enjoy. Shen Yuanqiong was not reserved either. He ate it cleanly in three or two mouthfuls. Still not satisfied, he washed and peeled the remaining eel carcass, threw the entrails aside, grilled and ate them, and swallowed the bones and meat together. The wind blew away the remaining clouds, and the cow chewed it. Peonies have no taste at all. Bixiazi secretly found it funny. She guessed that Lang Jun only cared about the vitality contained in flesh and blood, just like chewing medicinal materials before, which was an undisclosed secret of his practice.
Qingjingzi was stunned to see such a huge monster eel, its meat alone weighed hundreds of kilograms. Fellow Daoist Mi had a bottomless appetite, and it was all eaten away. His belly was only slightly bulging, not full at all. Hu Kuidou, a wealthy man in Pingchuan City It can be considered a huge appetite, but it pales in comparison and is not worth mentioning. Where did all the flesh and bones he ate go?
While he was thinking about it, Qingjingzi suddenly felt a chill. He subconsciously raised his head and looked up. He saw Lin Tao roaring, the wind blowing, and the internal organs of the demon eel beside the mountain stream in the distance had disappeared. It seemed that someone had quietly taken it away. He was suspicious. He narrowed his eyes and stared for a long time without seeing any clues. He turned to look at Mi and his wife, only to see fellow Taoist Mi fiddling with the bonfire slowly without raising his head. Bixiazi was thoughtful, obviously aware of something. .
Qingjingzi suppressed her doubts and swallowed, thinking about how to ask for the refined golden elixir. He originally thought that what his master left him was just a "high-grade" residual recipe, but he didn't expect to refine two top-grade golden elixirs. The opportunity was rare, how could he miss it so easily, but fellow Taoist Mi's swordsmanship and divine skills were so amazing, If he wants to monopolize the golden elixir, what should he do?
Just when he was worrying about gains and losses, Shen Yuanqiong raised his sleeves to brush off the dust, gently placed the two golden elixirs on the stone, and said to Qingjingzi: "The golden elixirs are refined into two, one is a dragon, and the other is a tiger. According to the previous instructions, As promised, fellow Taoist take one for yourself." After a pause, he said meaningfully: "Although the golden elixir is good, if you take it, it belongs to you. If you keep it in your hands, I'm afraid it will be the source of trouble!"
Qingjingzi naturally knew the truth, and all the doubts in his mind were swept away. In his opinion, there was no difference between the two golden elixirs. He did not pick one carefully at the moment. He picked one up casually, looked at it for a moment, and sucked it out from the Dantian. A mouthful of pure Yang Qi was sprayed on the golden elixir. The golden elixir was stimulated by the true energy, soared into the air, transformed into the shape of a white tiger, and tried to escape. Qingjingzi was already on guard, and took advantage of the situation and inhaled again. The pure yang true energy wrapped the golden elixir and rolled into his mouth, and landed safely.
He slapped his head at the Mi family and his wife, and moved to count the weapons.
, go to a secluded place and sit cross-legged, use your skills to refine the medicinal power, and turn the golden elixir into your own, so that no one else can take it away.
Shen Yuanqiong picked up the remaining golden elixir and gave it to Bixiazi. Bixiazi was filled with emotion. Just as she was about to persuade her husband to accept it, Shen Yuanqiong whispered a few words into her ear. She was startled, showing a mixture of surprise and joy. Just then, there was a dark wind blowing by the mountain stream, and something was sneaking up and taking out the demon king's internal organs without anyone noticing. Lang Jun advised her to be calm and explain the origin of Yi's legs later. Bixiazi had already known this in her heart. Guessing, as expected, the master still lingered nearby.
Poor thing, after thousands of years of practice, he has achieved the body of a golden immortal. One day, he was accidentally plotted by the blood ancestor, and then fell into the hands of Hehe Taoist priests. He was made into a puppet of the Yin Corpse. He finally escaped with the "Translator's Slip" and became a slave. A bloodthirsty foreign body. When Bixiazi heard her husband mention the current situation of Jiutian Xuannv, she was very anxious and urged him to leave immediately to pay homage to her master.
Shen Yuanqiong glanced at Qingjingzi and saw that he was distracted and concentrating on refining the golden elixir. There was a green-backed silkworm lying at his feet. He was weak and motionless. He was doing his best to protect his master. He was obviously tortured enough. Shen Yuanqiong had already seen the ability of the green-backed silkworm. Ordinary monsters were no match for him. Unless there was another demon king with profound knowledge, no one would be able to disturb Qingjingzi.
Bixiazi frowned slightly, pulling Lang Jun's sleeves to urge him, rarely showing the look of a child. Shen Yuanqiong found it very novel, and did not deliberately manipulate it, leading her to the wilderness. After crossing several hills, the sea tide surged and salty water mist hit his face. He looked around, pursed his lips and said hello to a dense forest. After a while, the branches and leaves rustled, the dark wind blew by, and the Nine Heavens Xuannv appeared in a trembling figure, looking at her disciple with an expressionless face, as if she did not recognize her. ..
Her youth is gone, her years have faded away, and the graceful Xuannv in the past has now become a rickety old woman. With tears in her eyes, Bixiazi hurried forward to greet her, her lips trembled slightly, and she called "Master". She didn't know what to say. What is good. Jiutian Xuannv's cloudy eyes occasionally wandered towards Shen Yuanqiong, seeming a little irritated. Shen Yuanqiong sighed, pulled Bixiazi a few steps back, and said in a low voice: "Xuannv's body is dead and her body is gone. What was left was only a body, and the soul was hidden in the bamboo slips. It had not seen the light of day for many years and was already broken. It is not an exaggeration to talk about the other person... You are no longer her disciple, and she is no longer your master. ..."
Bixiazi sniffed, unable to help herself, and two lines of hot tears rolled down her face.
