He said he would not die from the same thing again.

Has he died from this kind of butterfly before?

An ice-blue butterfly in the sky suddenly plummeted like a meteor, the blue light of its wings illuminated the dark alley in front of him, and the falling scales outlined the transparent tentacles tightly clustered around Xue Chenjing.

These scales have a corrosive effect on monsters.

Yu Yi watched as a butterfly attached to Xue Chenjing's tentacles like a leech, and in less than a blink of an eye, it broke through the snake scales on the surface of the tentacles and burrowed into the flesh. As

soon as the butterfly entered the tentacles, it immediately turned into countless blue threads, growing wildly inside the tentacles like vines, and rapidly spreading to the entire tentacle. All the thin threads were like the mouthparts of a butterfly, interlaced inside the tentacles, melting and sucking the flesh and blood inside the tentacles.

The light of the demon-eating butterfly shone through the tentacles, outlining the shape of the originally transparent tentacles. The tentacles twisted in pain, and the flesh and blood dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye. A

light flashed on Xue Chenjing's hand, and he used his hand as a blade, gritted his teeth and cut off the tentacles with one knife.

He was shaking with pain, took a deep breath, raised his head, and slightly curved his eyes. In the blue light falling down, he smiled at her with tears in his eyes.

"Go quickly."

He said with his mouth.

Yu Yi looked at the curled and twisted tentacles on the ground, watching them turn into a pool of water under the demon-eating butterfly. There were still so many butterflies falling from the sky. How many tentacles did he have to cut them like this?

Reason told her that she should turn around and leave without hesitation at this time. If Xue Chenjing died under the demon-eating butterfly, it would just be what she wanted, and she could get rid of him.

However, before reason could come to her, she had already grasped the green bamboo sword tightly, pushed the sword energy to the extreme, and chopped the falling butterfly with one sword.

She heard the crisp cracking sound of the green bamboo sword, and the cracks on the sword became more frequent. The bursting green flames condensed into a red-crowned crane with its wings spread, and snake-shaped lightning flowed between the crane's feathers, rushing into the alley.

Xue Chenjing widened his eyes and watched the sword spirit with thunder and fire coming in front of him. The scorching fire swept over his body and burned the butterfly scales stuck to his tentacles.

The red-crowned crane raised its slender neck, and its wings rolled up a hot wind. It almost passed him face to face and rushed up. This red-crowned crane once hurt him without hesitation, but now it was protecting him.

The falling butterfly was stopped by the wings of the sword spirit, and it flapped its wings again and flew out of the alley like a fallen leaf in the wind.

Xue Chenjing put down his hand covering his face and took a last look at the person standing outside the alley with a sword. Her eyes were bright and firm, and the sword energy was lingering around her. Her dress was fluttering, her black hair was flying in the air, and the back was covered with hazy and bright lights.

This picture was reflected in his eyes and engraved in his heart.

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Taking advantage of the moment when the butterfly was swept away by the sword wind, the mist took Xue Chenjing's figure and disappeared from the alley. Yu Yi saw him leave, and neatly put the sword back into his sleeve, pulled the black robe tightly to wrap himself again, turned around and followed him to escape.

Pei Jingchao, who followed the Demon-Eating Butterfly here, was swept by the remaining fire of the sword spirit that rushed out of the alley. This sword spirit had the power of a primordial infant, so he did not dare to underestimate it and had to

draw his sword to block it. When the sword fire dissipated, he fell into the alley and saw a black-robed figure flying away quickly.

Pei Jingchao subconsciously raised his feet to chase for a few steps, and then stopped suddenly. It is obviously more important to take advantage of this opportunity to deal with the demon-suppressing person than to chase the person who is suspected of Yu Yi.

Although the Demon-Eating Butterfly that fell into the alley was dispersed by the sword wind of the red-crowned crane, it was not damaged. The Demon-Eating Butterfly has the ability to devour the great demon. Except for that one fatal weakness, it will not be easily killed.

The ice-blue butterfly fell back into the alley, dancing gracefully in the alley, quickly absorbing the remaining demonic breath here, and flapped its wings again to chase in one direction.

Pei Jingchao Jian followed.

After Yu Yi left the alley, he immediately went to the exit of Wuzha Tower. The exit of Wuzha Tower is still the twenty screen walls distributed in different blocks, and a lantern is hung in front of the screen wall. Coming in

from the screen wall, you will randomly appear on the street inside Wuzha Tower, and going out from the screen wall, you will also randomly appear in the market outside Wuzha Tower. As long as you don’t step into the screen wall at the same time, two people will not appear in the same place.

The purpose of doing this is to prevent being followed.

As long as you go in and out of the screen wall, you can change into another disguise. When Yu Yi came to the screen wall, he saw a familiar ice blue butterfly on the lantern hanging in front of the screen wall.

It can be seen from this that there must be one stopped in front of the other lanterns shining on the wall. It seemed that they were planning to get rid of Xue Chenjing by blocking him in the Wuzhao Building. @ infinite good articles, all in Jinjiang Literature City

From the moment the Demon-eating Butterfly appeared, Yu Yi understood that this attack was not aimed at her, but to be on the safe side, Yu Yi still planned to change her disguise.

She looked left and right, and when she walked out of the screen wall, she twisted a bunch of sword fire with her fingertips and flicked it towards the demon-eating butterfly. The butterfly was instantly wrapped in the sword fire, but the butterfly flapped its wings and shook off the flame that enveloped it.

You can't even be burned by sword fire, so you're still so fragile?

Seeing that she couldn't burn it to death, Yu Yi didn't stay here any longer and buried her head into the screen wall. After a while, she changed into a disguise and reappeared in the bustling long street of Wuzhelou.

Yu Yi lifted the hood on her head, and her amber eyes were pressed under her slender and thick eyelashes. The rich vermilion color slanted upward from the end of her eyes, outlining a pair of charming fox eyes, and the center of her eyebrows was also dyed with flame-shaped flowers.

She followed the crowd on the street, looking around with smart eyes, and she didn't see those ice-blue demon-eating butterflies again.

It was unknown whether Xue Chenjing escaped or not. Her sword made the cracks on the green bamboo sword even more severe. It was about to shatter and could no longer withstand her sword energy.

Moreover, the sword strike just now activated the Yuanying sword spirit left by her master, almost exhausting her Dantian spiritual power. Even if she went to look for it, it would not be of much help.

Helping him with a sword was the most she could do.

Yu Yi took a spiritual pill, unfolded the list and took a look, and finally went into the shop to buy sword-hardening materials first.

The previous fight on this commercial street came and went quickly. Many people didn't know what happened, but most people regarded it as a dispute after a failed transaction.

Wuzhelou did not refuse any cultivator to come in to do business, and the people who came here were mixed. Such disputes often occurred, and everyone was used to it, as long as it didn't affect themselves.

After the situation calmed down, the vendors who had evacuated immediately returned to the street to occupy the stalls and resume their business, and the flow of people on the street became dense again.

At this time, Xue Chenjing was hidden in the ground fog, and his shadow was still shuttling in the bright lights of the Wuzhe Building. The Demon-Eating Butterfly was closely following him. When he felt the butterfly approaching, he cut off a section of his tentacles without hesitation and threw it down, attracting the group of butterflies to swarm over. While

the Demon-Eating Butterflies were attracted by the magic breath emitted by the tentacles, Xue Chenjing waved his hand to expand the scope of the ground fog, and transformed into layers of light and shadow illusions.

These illusions were mixed with the real scenes in the Wuzhe Building, seemingly real and fake, confusing the monks who surrounded him and turning around.

When the blue light of the Demon-Eating Butterfly rushed into the illusion, Xue Chenjing had already waved his sleeves to retract the ground fog, and his trace disappeared again.

The immortal sect monks who were chasing him were able to roughly track his whereabouts thanks to the guidance of the demon-eating butterfly, but they were still unable to completely stop him, and they couldn't even see his true face.

Many monks followed the order to chase him, but they didn't even know who they were chasing.

Shen Qingzhi leaned against the carved wooden railing, stroking his chin and pondering, "What are you doing? Although the game of cat and mouse is fun, it's still very troublesome to keep running like this."

Because of the pursuit, there were several chaos on the commercial street. It can be seen that the monster wanted to stir up chaos and tried to escape in the chaos, but the chaos was quickly suppressed, and Shen Qingzhi didn't care too much.

It was really hard for his little butterfly

to get a bite of food. On the shopping street, Pei Jingchao failed again and again, and his impatience rose inch by inch. His originally handsome face was gloomy and almost cannibalistic. Once again, he chased into a prosperous building and fell into the swaying light and shadow and the boiling noise.

Pei Jingchao pushed away the people who were crowding towards him with a cold face. The people who were pushed glared at him fiercely, "Why are you crowding? Are you in a hurry to eat shit?"

Another girl scolded in a coquettish voice on his right ear, "Oh, sir, your sword handle poked someone."

"What's wrong with you guys? Do you have any manners? Can you line up?"

"Move aside! Don't touch my baby. If it falls, you all can't afford it!"

The noise poured into his ears, making the veins on his forehead throb. Pei Jingchao suppressed his irritability, and his eyes swept over their faces one by one, trying hard to distinguish whether the people and things in front of him were real or illusions.

"Pei Jingchao."

A shout suddenly reached his ears. Pei Jingchao was stunned for a moment, slipped his hand to his waist, twisted the piece of communication order, and responded with surprise and joy: "Miss Yu? What do you want from me?"

The jade with the dragon's tail shimmered in his palm, and the voice inside suddenly changed its tone, asking him sharply: "Who is Miss Yu? Pei Jingchao, are you investigating the quenching station outside? , or are you looking for your Miss Yu? Senior brother, come back! I want you to come back to Lishan immediately!"

Pei Jingchao suddenly held Yu Jue in his hands, looking at the people around him. He dodged to the corner, frowned and explained, "Yuxiu, stop talking nonsense. I'm now chasing the monster that destroyed the quenching table. I'll explain to you later."

Yao Yuxiu insisted, "No, senior brother, just tell me who that Miss Yu is now. I think she is..."

Pei Jingchao's eyes became even more irritable. He raised his hand to wipe off the spiritual light on the jade pendant and cut off Yao Yuxiu's voice. However, another voice suddenly came from the sound transmission jade pendant, saying lightly, "I'm here to wish Pei Daojun and Fairy Yuxiu a happy marriage and a son soon."

"No, I don't want to hear your blessing, but I don't want to hear your..." Pei Jingchao's mind was a little confused. He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows. The people and light and shadow around him became weird.

The noise was quiet for a moment, then it started up again, but this time he heard no more calls that had nothing to do with him. Instead, he heard questions after questions.

"Brother, why? I like you so much! Why are there so many women around you? Are they seducing you? Why do you let them get close to you?"

Pei Jingchao wanted to say, no, there is nothing wrong between them, they are just friends, and wanted to rebuke Yao Yuxiu for always using such dirty thoughts to speculate about him.

But then, another dignified voice blocked the rebuke he was about to say.

The head of Lishan, Juechenzi, said, "Sigui, Xiu'er has loved you since she was a child. You must treat her well and never let her down, otherwise I will not let you go."

"I'm old, and it's time for me to abdicate and let Xian take over. As long as you marry Xiu'er, the position of the head of Lishan will be yours."

After Juechenzi, there was that haunting sweet voice again, but the words were extremely distant, "By the way, Lishan had a big celebration some time ago. Fellow Daoist Pei and Fairy Yuxiu got married. I, a casual cultivator, could not go to Lishan to congratulate them, so I could only wish you two a happy marriage and a son soon."

Her eyes appeared in front of Pei Jingchao's eyes, clear and cold. She shouldn't have looked at him like that.

What he has been thinking about and thinking about all the time is not this look.

Another mocking voice followed closely: "Pei Daojun just got married, and he is 'forgetting himself' in this crowded street. Does Fairy Yuxiu know?"

Yes, it's him! It's because of him!

The lights and figures in front of him made Pei Jingchao dizzy. The words that poured into his ears one after another made his blood boil. Pei Jingchao's fingers that were pinching the jade beads turned white with force, and finally heard a "crack--" sound.

The sound transmission jade order shattered at his fingertips.

Pei Jingchao suddenly heard a happy chuckle, and all the sounds retreated abruptly. He woke up suddenly. Is it another illusion?

He drew out his long sword, and the red sword light shot up into the sky, and with one sword he chopped off the intertwined figures in front of him. The gorgeous building collapsed under the light of his sword, and the unprepared crowd screamed and fled in all directions.

A disciple from the mountain left and shouted in shock in his ear: "Brother Pei, what happened to you?!"

Pei Jingchao closed his eyes with all his strength, and when he opened them again, he saw the building destroyed by his sword, and many monks who did not have time to escape were injured by his sword.

He looked down at the broken sound transmission jade on the ground, and suddenly said, "Isn't it an illusion?"

The sudden burst of red sword light in the commercial street at the foot of the mountain finally made Shen Qingzhi realize that something was wrong. He flew out and turned into a stream of light and fell into the collapsed pavilion. He swept around the wailing monks on the ground, looked at the dazed Pei Jingchao, and pinched out a Qingxin talisman to point at his forehead.

Pei Jingchao closed his eyes and concentrated for a long time, and only under the effect of the talisman did he completely sober up.

But his uncontrolled sword almost destroyed half of the street. Countless monks who didn't have time to escape were injured by his sword. He was surrounded by people cursing. The situation was out of control under his sword and could not be calmed down.

Shen Qingzhi could no longer maintain the smile that usually hung on his face, and patted Pei Jingchao's shoulder with a serious expression, "With such a mess, if we don't catch that demon, we won't be able to explain to our master and the others."

"You leave someone to deal with this place, I'll go after him."

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The entire Wuzhelou was in chaos. When Yu Yi came out of the commercial street next door, the vendors on the street were evacuated in all directions. Some were afraid of getting into trouble and hurried away, while others ran to the scene of the accident to watch.

She felt something, reached out and pressed the storage bag, and took out a broken jade from it. It was the voice transmission order that Pei Jingchao gave her.

The jade was broken, and the runes on it were invalid, and it was useless.

Yu Yi took a look, threw it into the grass on the street, wrapped her black robe tightly, followed the other monks, and ran to see the excitement.

Before the excitement could get to the point, a magic line suddenly flashed on the ground and spread rapidly in all directions. Yu Yi froze and quickly retreated, but no matter where she retreated, she could see the rapidly expanding magic line.

This magic circle was much larger than she had imagined.

There were shouts of surprise everywhere on the street, "What is that?"

"It's a magic circle! Let's go!"

"What kind of magic circle is this? When was it set up? What the hell is Wuzhelou doing?"

"Oh no, my spirit stone! What kind of magic circle is this? The spiritual power in my spirit stone has been drained!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Yi immediately took out the storage bag containing the spirit stone from her arms, and felt inside, only to feel a handful of lime.

Bastard! Her spirit stone!

The monks whose spirit stones had been drained were shouting and cursing everywhere in Wuzhe Tower. Countless streams of light rushed out from the street, and all the monks flew into the sky like frightened birds. Yu Yi released Senior Brother He and flew into the sky on him.

Looking down from midair, a huge magic circle was formed on the ground. The surging spiritual energy flowed into the magic circle, and the whole space was shaking under the magic circle.

The eternal night in Wuzhe Tower was suddenly torn into a crack. The crack expanded and the dazzling sunlight shot down from the crack, casting a series of light beams that easily covered the bright lights below.

This small secret realm collapsed, the eternal night retreated, and the sun hung high in the sky.

Shen Qingzhi landed on the roof of a building, fanning himself to block the scorching sun, with only one thought in his mind.

The little butterflies he had spent all his efforts to cultivate were now finished.

In a corner of the shopping street, Xue Chenjing stood in the scorching sunlight, his face pale and almost transparent. He cut off one of his tentacles and smiled as he watched the group of butterflies attracted by the devil's breath rushing towards him, and then one by one they struggled and melted in the sunlight.

They were so beautiful when they were struggling to death.

They were so beautiful.

Xue Chenjing smiled happily, and disappeared in the sunlight before the owners of the butterflies tracked him here.

He blended into the monks in the sky, used his spiritual power to stumble through the air, looked around, bumped into many monks, and was scolded.

The scolding monk turned around and saw his dying face, and he was smiling so horribly that the harsh words were choked in his throat again.

That's all, don't care about short-lived ghosts.

Xue Chenjing searched around and finally saw Brother He among the chaotic monks. He rushed towards him and shouted: "Master, I'm back."

Sensing someone approaching, Yu Yi's sword flames were on his fingertips. Hearing his cry, he hesitated for a moment before seeing the face of the person clearly.

Xue Chenjing's face was as pale as a ghost, with the rabbit mask still on his face. There was red in his pupils and the corners of his eyes. The fur on the rabbit ears hanging on both sides was dirty, messy and wet.

While she was hesitating, Xue Chenjing had already climbed onto Senior Brother He's back and put his chin on her shoulder. He wanted to rub her with his extremely dirty rabbit ears, but Yu Yi raised her palm and blocked him with disgust.

Xue Chenjing took the opportunity to grab her hand and rubbed her palm with his rabbit ears. He laughed arrogantly and complacently: "Haha, it's just a group of butterflies. I'm not afraid of butterflies at all."