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    Facing Tang Xuan's banter, Yuan Huanling replied through the flickering sword net: "That depends on when Xie Lengyue's magic circle can be withdrawn."

    The sound transmission talisman vibrated slightly, and the disciple of Wuxiang Sword Sect immediately reported to Xie Lengyue what happened in Qifang Valley.  Qifanggu encountered two successive waves of attacks. The first wave of attacks came from Huangquan, and the second wave came from Taichu and Yuhua.

    Xie Lengyue just smiled, and he had calculated thousands of times, and he would invite these two people here before he could calculate it. No wonder he has nothing to worry about until now.  Tang Ling is the elder of Taichu, and his realm is comparable to him. Mo Yunkong is the saint of Yuhua, and his realm is much higher than him. What's more, even if the two people are not good at cultivation, Taichu and Yuhua sects are not what he can do alone in Wanren Mountain.  carry.  Weighing up to this point, without any hesitation, he decisively retracted the Wuxiang Sword Art in his hand, his sleeves flew up, and six small golden swords appeared around him, and they all fell into his palm with a few "Duoduo" sounds.

    The golden net, which had been dim for a long time, disappeared immediately, and the murderous aura and sword pressure hanging above everyone's heads disappeared immediately. Ji Yaoge felt that his breathing was much easier. Looking at the scenes in the mountains uploaded by those mirrors, the surviving monks all  Looking up at the sky blankly, or hugging the injured or dead companions around you

    Although the magic circle was withdrawn, half of the monks in Tiyu State were still lost, and the monks under the foundation establishment period were probably all wiped out.

    However, Yuan Huan exuded a strong murderous aura. Even though it was only from the back, Ji Yaoge could still feel his anger keenly, and it didn't subside because of the appearance of Tang Xuan and Mo Yunkong.  Even though it was not his responsibility to be able to save the half of the monks, just like Bai Yan's death, they tried their best, but the ending may not be satisfactory, or even run counter to

    "Saint Mo, Elder Tang, it's been a long time." Xie Lengyue clasped her fists at the two of them. They were all familiar faces, and they had some contact with each other. After finishing speaking, he apologized to Yuan Huan, "Brother Yuan, why didn't you  I said earlier that I had invited two fellow daoists, but I made Xie misunderstand that Brother Yuan was going to collude with Huang Quan, I am really sorry."

    Yu Feng turned fast enough that Ji Yaoge sneered at Xie Lengyue when he heard Yuan.  Xie Lengyue didn't know that Mo Yunkong and Tang Ling were trapped in another extremely dangerous secret place before, and it was not easy to get there.  If he didn't know it too late, so that Yuan didn't have time to respond, he definitely wouldn't let the situation evolve to this point.

    Who would have imagined that Xie Lengyue would be so ruthless?

    "You are Xiao Wuheng from Ghost Realm?" Mo Yunkong's eyes flickered, and it was true that she lived up to her name, like Wanli Yunkong. She only heard her cold words, and before her voice landed, she had already appeared beside Xiao Wuheng.

    However, Xiao Wuheng's figure turned into blood shadows all over the sky under the frost-cold blade light, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be poisonous bees the size of ant insects, buzzing, making everyone's eardrums stuffy, his real body  But it's gone.

    "ah¡ª¡ª"

    "Shou Frost!"

    Ying Shuang and Yan Xun's exclamations sounded at the same time, and at some time, Xiao Wuheng had quietly hidden behind Ying Shuang.  Xiao Wuheng has been silent since the two of Mo and Tang appeared, the situation is the worst for him, they are united front only to deal with him now, he has no chance of winning, but if they leave like this, he is also unwilling to do so,  Having reached this point, it is imperative to give it a try.

    "Start the formation." Xiao Wuheng pinched Ying Shuang's throat and drank in a low voice, but with the other hand he sacrificed an ashen skull, which exploded with a "bang", turning into a huge phantom of a skeleton, trapping the two of them in it.

    Mo Yunkong waved the poisonous bees, and slashed a sword with blue light on the phantom, but was bounced away with a "Zheng", she stopped her hand and said softly: "Ghost Treasure Yandi Lamp?"  Fan Fei, even if she is in the realm of harmony, she can't immediately destroy this lamp of Emperor Yan.

    And this short stalemate was enough for Xiao Wuheng, he didn't have the heart to answer Mo Yunkong, he just forced Yingshuang to take out the spiritual weapon and start the formation.  Ying Shuang struggled to unfold the scroll, a beam of blue light in her palm covered the scroll.

    Ji Yaoge's eyes widened - the painting was still the one she had seen before, but the portrait of Wanyan on the outermost layer gradually disappeared, leaving only the landscape behind the figures.  Yuan also said that the portrait should have been added by Ying Shuang at a later stage, to deceive people, and to commemorate Wan Yan who disappeared in the painting.

    A line of small characters was exposed from the place covered by the portrait of Wan Yan, inscribed with the name of the scroll: "Floating World Tibetan Blue Scroll", the surrounding spiritual energy frantically poured into this scroll, and the landscape made by ink and wash came to life in an instant.  Swimming fish, all come true in the painting.  The few people couldn't care less about fighting, just stared at the scroll, for fear of missing the best opportunity to enter the Linghai.

    Ji Yaoge was concentrating on this painting, and she forcibly pressed down the hot waves that had surged up from the sea of ??souls just now.

    In front of everyone's eyes, the picture scroll seemed to fly up on its own, hanging in mid-air, and a few phantoms suddenly appeared. After solidifying again, the landscape on the painting suddenly drifted away, and the blank drawing paper turned into a two-person-high entrance.  .  The spiritual energy at the entrance becomes foggy, and the landscape in the paintingColliding, like headless flies, these auras are extremely powerful, full of destructive power because they can't find a confluence, and as time goes by, these auras are gradually growing.  He glanced at the drops of water on her skin and gasped¡ªit was all the aura pouring into her body from the outside world.

    He popped out a little starlight again from his fingertips, and tapped it on her forehead, trying to probe her soul, but was bounced back by a scorching force.  This force not only bounced his strength back, but also ejected all the spiritual energy in her body.

    The cultivator absorbs the aura and stores it in the dantian, then flows into the soul sea of ??the primordial spirit, and uses it as her own power, but the situation she has now is that all the aura that has been passively absorbed into her body is rejected by the primordial spirit, so that the aura can only be absorbed by the soul.  Can scurry around in the body.  If it takes a long time, she will be in danger of exploding.

    Yuan Huan withdrew his hand, not knowing why she had such a sudden appearance, but thinking of the exercises she had practiced, it was probably caused by her exercises, and when she was thinking about a solution, she heard a "clank",  The Poxia sword in Ji Yao's singer loosened, and he fell forward, bumping into his arms.

    He had no choice but to stretch out his arms to catch the person, but Ji Yaoge pulled his skirt and stood up straight, his lips almost touching his earlobe, and his voice was as thin as silk: "Retreat, I want to retreat."

    "" Yuan couldn't help but think, what kind of skills are you practicing?  Who said that it is a closed door?  It was his first time to come back to this secret place of Linghai, and there were tigers and wolves around, where could he find a place to retreat?

    If she doesn't retreat, she will really die.

    "You are troublesome." He cursed secretly.

    "Hey, you scolded me two hundred years ago." Panting for breath, Ji Yaoge held him tightly.

    "You still have the strength to talk nonsense?" Yuan smiled angrily at her.

    At this moment, Ji Yaoge couldn't think of any reason for him to help her, and there was nothing to exchange, so she could only bet that he was still a good person.

    She leaned on him, gritted her teeth and said, "I don't care, you have to save me!"

    There is no reason, regardless of face, life and death are at stake, who cares about face.

    Yuan didn't say anything, just looked around, there was an unobstructed grassy slope all around, and there were three mountains in the distance, but he didn't know what was hidden inside, and they were not suitable for retreat.  He stared at her angrily, reached out and quickly pulled out the golden hairpin from her hair and bit it into his mouth.  She radiated like a waterfall, and was supported by him to sit still. Golden spider threads spewed out from his palms, turned left and right, and quickly covered her body one by one, until she was wrapped in a golden cocoon.

    "Listen, I don't know what's going on with your body. My golden flame thread can keep your body from exploding temporarily, but it can't stop your spiritual energy from infiltrating. No matter what method you use, you must immediately stabilize your soul. Listen clearly  ?" His voice reached Ji Yaoge's ears through the spider's thread.

    The person wrapped in the golden thread could no longer move, but Yuan knew that she had heard it. He took the golden hairpin from his mouth and swept it away, and the human-shaped cocoon disappeared instantly.

    "You owe me a favor, and it's on the account." He said to the golden hairpin, and threw the hairpin into his sleeve in a blink of an eye.

    That's all she can help, it's up to her to live or die.

    In the three-storey palace on the head of the hairpin, Ren Zhongping circled the big cocoon that fell out of thin air with his mouth open, turning and turning with eyes full of astonishment.

    What is this?

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    Take a short walk, um, you know, cultivate it.

    By the way, Bai Fei is not the reincarnation of Bai Yan.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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