The branches of the ten-thousand-year-old dragon blood tree blocked out the sun. Ningning didn't realize it was raining until she ran away from the forest.

The raindrops passed through the gaps between the leaves, and fell to the ground one after another, breaking into dots of bright pearls reflecting the faint light.

The rainy night was misty, and the fragrance of flowers surrounded the shadows of the trees. If it were in the past, it must have been a fascinating and beautiful scene, but the whole ancient forest was covered with blood, and there was an inexplicable bleak and terrifying atmosphere.

It was like soaking in a pool of blood, and blood drops were falling down.

"This thousand-year-old tree has become a monster, and it has been inexplicably infected with evil spirits. With the strength of the two of us in the Jindan stage, we will definitely not be able to defeat it."

Su Qinghan sighed that other people's children are good, and calmly analyzed the current situation: "Not to mention that your junior brother is injured. Once a fight breaks out, we will have no time to take care of him. It is better to evacuate first and find--"

She didn't have time to finish this sentence, and the rest of the words were stuck in her throat.

However, in a flash, the grass and trees in the forest suddenly moved at the same time. As if receiving some kind of instruction, the vines and branches flew into the air and made an attacking posture.

"Not good."

Su Qinghan laughed dryly and lowered her voice: "It seems that the tree is already strong enough to control the entire forest... Unless we set fire to this place, I'm afraid we can't get out."

As soon as she finished speaking, the vines in sight flew over.

This is a lush forest, and almost every tree has become a puppet of the dragon blood tree at this time, which shows how dangerous it is.

The thick branches are incredibly strong and at the same time terrifyingly flexible. Under the influence of the hazy blood mist, they are fully capable of signing up for "Anaconda 3".

With their appearance, even a real python would exclaim that the little thing is so beautiful.

If you want to fight the enemy, you can't fly with the sword anymore. Su Qinghan was about to put away the sword, but she heard Ning Ning called out: "Senior Sister Su, wait!"

She was confused, and the other party hurriedly added: "If we can't get entangled here, we really won't have a chance to get out! Let's fly back!"

Su Qinghan's eyes jumped, and he quickly understood what she meant.

Now the whole forest is under control. If you fight to the death with the trees and weeds here, you will only end up exhausted and swallowed by the branches.

To catch a thief, you must first catch the king. If you want to solve this change, you can only start with the ten thousand year old dragon blood tree.

The two sword lights suddenly turned around. Although Pei Ji became a bloody man, since most of the injuries were external, he could grit his teeth and cut off the vines that tried to approach for the two people.

Of course, for Ning Ning, his "gritting teeth" was at the level where she could die directly with a kick of her legs.

They didn't walk far, so they returned quickly.

The dragon blood tree looked even more terrifying than before. The bark had several long and deep cracks. The resin like blood slowly fell down and actually formed the shape of a crying human face. It was

simply outrageous, as if they had accidentally walked into the set of a horror movie.

Sensing the breath of a stranger, the ancient vine turned its angle swiftly. After seeing the appearance of the person clearly, it trembled triumphantly as if it was quite unexpected.

"Junior Sister Ning, it seems that we really have to rely on the strength of three people to deal with this tree."

What surprised Ning Ning was that Su Qinghan not only did not show the slightest fear, but a smile overflowed from the bottom of his eyes, and he slightly raised the corners of his lips: "From my point of view, although the dragon blood tree has a long lifespan, it is now using all the magic energy, not the spiritual power accumulated over ten thousand years - if judging by the magic energy, it is far from enough to be cultivated for ten thousand years. "We have great skills . If we try our best, maybe we can win."

She said with uncontrollable excitement, her chest rising and falling, and the smile in her eyes became more obvious: "Even if we die here today, we will not lose out if we can use sword skills to compete with the famous Ten Thousand Years Dragon Blood Tree. I have been waiting for a long time, and finally I can meet some interesting opponents... Fortunately!"

Ning Ning looked at her with horror.

Although I have heard that Su Qinghan of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is an out-and-out sword maniac, who is devoted to swords and has a very crazy temper, I can't help but feel surprised when I saw it with my own eyes today.

Senior Sister Su, you are not a stubborn, straight-laced girl, but this kind of Senior Sister Su?

Super immature but also super handsome!

Seeing the vines surging, Ning Ning and Su Qinghan put away their swords at the same time.

She was worried about Pei Ji, and just as she looked up at him, the young man pursed his lips and looked away the moment their eyes met. His throat moved slightly, and his tone was stiff: "Don't bother, senior sister."

Ning Ning had been ruthlessly exposed by Su Qinghan before, and had lost the ability to communicate normally with Pei Ji, so she hummed and was too lazy to force the character of a vicious female supporting role: "Don't worry, I will find a way to take you out."

After a pause, she struggled unwillingly: "Don't forget the spirit stones you gave me."

After she finished speaking, she walked forward with the sword. The dragon blood tree has a deep reservoir at the bottom, and it is unknown how much spiritual energy it contains. The spiritual power of human cultivators is easily exhausted, so if they want to win, they must fight quickly.

In the center of the crying face on the tree trunk, there was a dark brown jade stone that looked like amber, emitting a ghostly light in the blood mist.

Su Qinghan nodded and said, "That should be a magic crystal. Destroying it can damage the foundation of the monster, similar to the human heart. How about we focus on that?"

Ning Ning nodded, and the Star Mark Sword in her hand made a buzzing sound, and pure white light overflowed from the pearl on the hilt.

Since it is a "Star Mark", the key is "fast". As

the sword light flew, it cut off several vines that attacked and rolled up a burst of cold wind. However, the further she went, the more she felt something was wrong.

Compared to the vines outside, the vines attacking her became stronger and stronger. It seemed that the previous attack was just a cover, and the real purpose was to lure the enemy deeper -

but why did the dragon blood tree want them to get closer?

Just as she was thinking, she suddenly felt a slight tremor under her feet.

Ning Ning's heartbeat stopped, and she looked to the side and shouted: "Senior Sister Su, be careful!"

At the same time as her voice, there was another more deafening sound.

The soil around the dragon blood tree seemed to be shaken and began to tremble violently. Something was looming and about to break out of the ground.

With a loud bang, a tree root as thick as three people hugged suddenly rose from the ground and rushed straight towards Ningning!

So that's it.

The roots of the dragon blood tree cannot extend at will. The reason why they are lured forward is to wait for them to come forward, so that they can... become the nutrients that the roots rely on for survival.

Ning Ning's heart tightened, and she was about to swing her sword to fight back, but unexpectedly a sword energy flashed behind her and split the roots in half first.

She thought it was Su Qinghan, but she smelled a very strong smell of blood.

The smell was getting closer and closer, with a scorching temperature and some faint fresh soapy fragrance, almost reaching a distance within a few inches of her.

Ning Ning was about to turn around, but was blindfolded by the other party.

The young man's hands seemed to have just been carefully wiped, and were not stained with blood like other parts of his body. In a trance, she heard a voice.

It was Pei Ji's voice, cold and indifferent, as if he was suppressing some unbearable pain, but it also concealed a subtle tenderness that he himself might not have noticed.

He said, "Close your eyes, don't look."

Ning Ning was stunned.

All this happened in a flash, and Pei Ji quickly let go of her hand. However, even if he let go, Ning Ning couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly. It seemed that there was a layer of dim fog in front of her eyes, and she could only see vague shadows.

The sound of tree roots breaking out of the ground came one after another, and the smell of blood beside her became stronger. She frowned: "Pei Ji!"

Ning Ning was blinded by the magic energy he released, and could not see the scene farther away, but Su Qinghan and the elders outside the Xuanjing who were present saw it clearly.

Someone stood up suddenly, and his voice trembled: "This... this is!"

Tian Xianzi frowned and put down the white jade cake in his hand for the first time.

Pei Ji wanted to use his life to accelerate his strength and gamble his life.

This move will undoubtedly put him in a dead end.

He was already seriously injured, and now he was forcibly using all the remaining spiritual energy in his body to break through the sea of ​​consciousness and stimulate his greatest potential. Even if he could defeat the dragon blood tree, he would suffer heavy damage that was difficult to repair.

What's more, the black air shrouding him...

The young man was emitting a strong demonic energy, as if an invisible barrier was shrouding him.

The pure black breath like smoke and mist spread over his cold eyebrows and eyes, dimming his dark pupils, reminiscent of a deep pool that was too dangerous to approach.

But Pei Ji had just carefully held a little girl in his arms. His

already pale thin lips were almost bloodless. He frowned and silently recited the secret in his heart.

This was an extremely bizarre and strange scene. The evil spirit was like a demon escaping from purgatory, clinging to the boy like a shadow; thick blood was like a tide, completely submerging the whites of his eyes; a trace of blood slowly flowed down from the corner of his mouth, making his face even paler like thin paper.

Pei Ji walked up to Ning Ning without saying a word, protecting her behind him without leaving a trace, and holding the long sword in his hand tightly.

The sword spirit belonging to the righteous path surged together with the unstoppable evil spirit, gathering into a light that intersected light and dark.

Layers of sword light cut through thorns, like unstoppable lightning and thunder, splitting the thick blood mist around in one move. The sword energy was like a sail in the wind, blowing away the overlapping branches on the top of the tree. A drop of rain fell, wetting the boy's long eyelashes full of blood.

Pei Ji raised his eyes intently, and in his dark pupils, cold light and blood light condensed into a surging sword intent.

Light and shadow are invisible, and the sword leaves no trace.

It only takes a moment to break through the layers of giant vines.

All it takes is this sword that risks one's life.

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On the other side, Changyue Peak.

After He Zhizhou went back to pick up his good brother Xu Ye who was so angry that he lost his mind, he continued to stumble forward.

But what is he.

He is afraid of heights.

Let a person who is afraid of heights fly with a sword, and there are still a pair of eyes behind him that can poke him to death with eyes at any time.

The difficulty of this matter is no different from asking Calabash Brothers to recognize a snake spirit as their grandfather and drive a car in front of the crowd on the Jinjiang Literature Network, and it is the NP kind.

He flew in a daze and was going to sail far tonight. Unfortunately, he did not fly to the Happy Planet, but came to a ghost place where he didn't know where it was.

The reason why he stopped here was simply because there was no road further down, and it was all endless ocean.

The moment the flying sword fell to the ground, He Zhizhou was as happy as a child and hugged Xu Ye's neck: "Ye, we finally escaped from the clutches of the devil! Next we just have to wait for Ning Ning to gather together - wait, where is this?"

Xu Ye pointed at the scratches on his face exhaustedly, and said weakly: "Who did this."

He Zhizhou laughed awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I."

"Then here," he said expressionlessly, pointing to the bloodstain on his arm, "who did it again."

He Zhizhou didn't dare to speak and raised his right hand.

Xu Ye: "So do you think I have escaped from the clutches of the devil now?"

"Ye, you can't say that."

He Zhizhou coaxed him carefully: "Compared with the strange phenomena over there, creatures like He Zhizhou are just a minor trouble. Look, I have brought you to this absolutely safe place. How could there be anything more terrifying than that forest--"

He took a breath of cold air before he finished speaking, and his whole body stiffened into a straight line like a frozen popsicle.

Xu Ye turned his head with a faint expression.

Xu Ye closed his eyes peacefully and fainted from fear.

——In the air behind him, there was a giant bird as big as a house. Naked body, long tail, orange eyes like snakes, emitting a faint light in the misty rain.

That is the look that carnivores naturally show when they see food.

Seeing the giant bird leaning down, its sharp claws were about to touch He Zhizhou's body, suddenly a Buddha light flashed, making him squint.

The giant bird screamed and returned to the air, but its pair of strange pupils were still staring at them.

So, so.

What is going on here? !

"Don't worry, donor, with this Vajra shield protecting your body, the black bird will not hurt you for the time being."

He Zhizhou looked in the direction of the voice and saw a little monk meditating not far away.

The monk looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. Although he was bald, his face was very beautiful even for him as a straight man. He had bright eyes, white teeth, and a face as white as porcelain. Not to mention that he exuded a sense of holiness that could not be offended, which made people unable to take their eyes away.

And beside the little monk, there were actually five unfamiliar monks gathered, also in the diamond shield.

"That is a man-eating black bird, deliberately guarding here."

The monk smiled at him, and the young man's voice was like a clear spring: "We can't do anything to it, so we can only hide here."

He Zhizhou hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you. May I ask who you are...?"

"This is Master Mingkong from the Fanyin Temple. How could you not know him?"

The little monk did not speak, but a sound cultivator next to him spoke first. Seeing He Zhizhou shaking his head in confusion, he said in surprise: "Do you know, fellow Taoist, that there are three peerless skills in the Fanyin Temple today?" He

Zhizhou was silent for a moment, and asked tentatively: "Which one... the Great Power Heavenly Dragon, the World Honored Ksitigarbha, and the Prajnaparamita Buddha Prajnaparamita?" "It's the Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage to the Emperor, the Formless Tribulation , and the Vajra Body Protection Divine Art." Yin Xiu glanced at him and laughed at Mingkong a few times, with a bit of flattery: "Among them, the Vajra Body Protection Divine Art is the most difficult. It takes at least a hundred years for ordinary Buddhist practitioners to cultivate to the third level; but our little master Mingkong only took ten years!" Ten years. He is indeed a genius! He Zhizhou turned into a little fanboy with starry eyes, and continued to ask curiously: "What about the other skills?" The scene fell into a strange silence. Mingkong looked at him with a smile in his eyes, he was like a clear moon and clear breeze, transcendent and above the world. His impeccable facial features were shrouded in a layer of light, making him look as noble as a flower on a snowy mountain, with a natural Buddha nature. He Zhizhou saw him smile and raise his right hand, circling his shiny bald head slowly. It looked like a round duck egg. The meaning was clear: Young Master doesn't know any of them, you didn't expect that. "After all, they are three peerless skills. It's already amazing to be able to practice one of them." Yin Xiu rubbed his hands and smiled, staring at Mingkong's profile closely: "In addition to these three, the rest of Master Mingkong's skills must also be superb, right?" Mingkong glanced at him indifferently. Then he pursed his lips and smiled, then raised both hands at the same time. Then he drew two circles around his eyes, like the dark circles of a panda. This action was really silly, and He Zhizhou laughed. Oh, the little monk is quite humorous and naughty. - So your progress in other skills is all 0! It's not like you're partial to one subject! You can even say it with a smile, is this the genius of your Fanyin Temple! He Zhizhou probably has never seen a more unreliable person than himself. He was so shocked that his eyes widened on the spot, and he raised his thumb and called him an expert. “I will not offend others if no one offends me. As the saying goes, those who seek Buddha and the Way follow their heart, fate and nature. Since they already have the skills to protect their lives and defend themselves, why bother hurting others?” Mingkong maintained the posture of Guanyin sitting in lotus position, his beautiful eyes as clear as stars and moon: “It is enough to practice the magical skill of Vajra body protection.” The sound cultivator over there had already started yelling, saying things like “You are worthy of being Master Mingkong” and “A monk should be compassionate”, but He Zhizhou felt that this guy just had some problems with his brain. Mingkong squinted his eyes and scanned the crowd. There was no trace of anxiety or panic in his clear and clean voice: "Don't worry, donors. If you want to be a dragon or an elephant, you must first be a horse or an ox. Every kind of injury is a maturity. Only by overcoming this difficulty can you make further progress in the process of cultivating the Tao and self-cultivation." He Zhizhou was silent. Brother, this is not maturity. Do you want to be mature right away? He kept complaining in his heart. Xu Ye beside him seemed to regain consciousness and moved slightly. At the same time, the black bird, unwilling to let go of the food, swooped down and looked him in the eye through a layer of golden light. So when Xu Ye woke up, he saw his extremely unreliable brother He confronting the legendary black bird. After a moment of silence, he shouted with full confidence: "Don't look at me! If you turn me into food, you will suffer!" Xu Ye just thought he was dreaming. Why is He Zhizhou so tough at this time? Could it be that he is just used to being funny and funny on weekdays, and now he is in a dangerous moment, so - his words haven't completely come to his mind. He saw He Zhizhou lowered his head with a grim face, took out a snake shadow grass from his bag, which was famous for its tragic drama. Then he crushed it without hesitation and smeared it on his face. It's really painful. Xu Ye:... Are you sick, brother! Whose suffering head really makes the brain bitter and then passes it to others to eat! Isn't this just giving it away for free? Please, have some fighting spirit! What he didn't expect was that Xuanniao seemed to really understand what he said. After a slight pause, it turned its eyes away in boredom. The Liumingshan Fu cultivator trembled under the gaze of two orange-yellow pupils. "Don't look at me! I have a heart of stone, and my stomach is all hard and not delicious!" He paused for a moment and pointed to another person not far away: "He is not bad! He is a scumbag, and he won't get stuck in your teeth when you eat him." - Baocai! Liumingshan has found a ghost! No way, no way, He Zhizhou's idiocy can be contagious? ! Are all you Fu cultivators like this? ! What happened to this world? ! "Bah!" Mei Xiu, who was pointed at, stood up angrily: "Master Xuanniao, you have to be wise! People say that I am cold-blooded and heartless, but this blood is frozen in the teeth of a thief." Xuanniao's strange vertical pupils shrank slightly, and there was a hint of joking. Mei Xiu will never forget that after he finished speaking the above words, the holy spirit beast that controlled life and death smiled coldly and told him in a tone like the Black and White Impermanence asking for his life: "It doesn't matter, I only eat acquaintances." Mei Xiu's heart was on the road with these words. Too scary, too scary. Xu Ye was stunned. This group of cultivators were not normal, even Xuanniao was led astray. The only one who looked more serious at the scene... seemed to be the young master Mingkong from the Fanyin Temple.

This is a famous genius, the master of the Vajra Body Protection Magical Skill. Moreover, all Buddhist practitioners are serious and solemn, and they will definitely not make any trouble.

So he endured the pain and moved closer to Mingkong: "Little Master, what's the situation now?"

"Why do you always have tears in your eyes?"

Mingkong lowered his eyes and looked at him, frowned with great pity, and his voice was as clear as a mountain spring: "If I were a little deer in the mountains, I would definitely die directly because of the deep sorrow in your eyes." After

a pause, he said: "Why don't you look up at the starry sky with me and look at the rain on the sky. Buddha said, who is the cause of whom, and who is the result of whom, cause and effect - ah, this mountain. Ah, this water."

Xu Ye: Damn, can you speak human language.

So the completely useless sentence about mountains and rivers at the end is just something you just randomly added because you couldn't make it up! There is no coherence at all! Buddha never said that, right?

Mingkong, the poor little deer, was fine, but he was scared half to death.

In a trance, he heard someone shouting "three are missing one" not far away, and waited until the flowers were all withered.

It turned out that these were the elite disciples from the major sects, and he loved them.

The young Jian Xiu, who felt that his outlook on life had been severely impacted, had a wooden face and squatted silently in a corner where no one cared.

He was so lonely, pitiful and helpless, like a baby abandoned by the world. The only thing he cared about in his heart was his senior sister Su Qinghan, who was now nowhere to be found. Senior

sister, do you know?

The sky is blue and waiting for the rain, your love is waiting for you.