Small bones

With such a big movement, it has long been impossible to hide it.

Qin Jiuqing subdued the sky, and awakened the real magic sword in the purple air that brightened half of the Crimson Frost Valley.

The little white bone was startled, and he hid three feet underground in a hurry, and mingled with the colorful bones to probe.

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

Bai Xiaogu: "!"

Different from the voice transmission just now, Jiu Ji's voice made his bones itch.

He looked over carefully and took a breath.

Good, handsome!

The charm of Jiu Da Ji has been upgraded!No, why does this charm have a sword?

This is beyond the scope of Xiaobaigu's knowledge.In fact, there is no such thing as charm, as long as he can't move his eyes away, it's all because of Jiuji's charm to seduce people.

The bone mountain was shaken down, and the monks in front of the Qiankun Qingming formation were shocked: "Who is there!"

They waited in full battle, thinking that it was a ghost appearing in the world.

Then they saw the deep purple evil spirit rising into the sky, and saw the man in black standing on the pile of dead bones.

Demon Sword Thief has an extremely flamboyant sword body.

The silver blade is entwined with rich dark purple hostility. The blade is slender and thin. There is a blood groove in the sword with black and gold beads rolling faintly. The hilt is made of rare night-condensing purple wood. , the handle is made of tangled vines, bunched back in a circle, setting off a pitch-black magic stone the size of a pigeon egg.

On the magic stone is the cold white wrist of the sword bearer, with a circle of exquisite white bones attached to the wrist bone.The bone is as smooth as jade, like a sea oyster pearl, the small white bone exudes a faint soft light, weak and soft, but it easily restrains the evil spirit of the magic sword.

The sword-bearer stood tall, and the black robe representing the chief of Tianyu Mountain was stained with a light purple halo.Stepping on the dead bones, he walked towards the monks who were waiting in full force. His face was revealed from the fierce aura: black hair and cold skin, brows like green mountains, and a pair of black eyes that made the youth of the Twelve Immortal Mountains fall.

In the layer upon layer of purple mist, only this pair of pupils is frightening.

A monk recognized it: "This is not, this is not..."

How could Songyangzi let that person say Qin Jiuqing's name?He sternly shouted: "The evil spirit seeks death!" These words defined the identity of the person in front of him.

The monk suddenly woke up and realized that it was impossible for Qin Jiuqing to appear in Jiangshuang Valley, and it was even more impossible for him to be possessed by a demon. Elder Songyang was right, he must have been transformed by evil spirits, and deliberately made them relax their vigilance!

No matter what, Song Yangzi never expected that Qin Jiuqing, who was thrown into Jiangshuang Valley, would not die.How can a cripple whose golden core has been shattered, whose cultivation base has been lost, and whose spiritual roots have been pulled out, stand up!

It's that sword...

Songyangzi was startled.

Was it the magic sword that took Qin Jiuqing's body and survived on his behalf?

That must be the case, there is no way Qin Jiuqing is still alive.

Song Yangzi's face was heavy, and he stared at the magic sword: "Such evil spirits must not be let out of the valley."

It must be beheaded, no matter who it is, this face, this body, this person must not appear in the Twelve Immortals Mountain!

Qin Jiu looked at Songyangzi lightly, his eyes darkened.

Songyangzi's palms were slightly sweaty, and his thoughts were shaken: Is this really the magic sword, not Qin Jiuqing?

Qin Jiu's frivolous lips parted slightly, and his voice was like a sharp knife cutting against his ear: "The enemy who destroys the family will not share the sky."

Song Yangzi's pupils shrank sharply: "You..."

How could Qin Jiuqing give him another chance to speak, he clenched his magic sword tightly, and stabbed at Songyangzi amidst the soaring evil spirit that soaked most of the canyon.

The blade of the sword is like frost, thin and cold.

Not to mention avoiding this sword, Song Yangzi can't even see clearly!

His mind was buzzing, full of confusion: Didn't Qin Jiuqing lose all his cultivation, didn't his spiritual roots have been pulled out, how could he regain such amazing power?

Songyangzi is already at the Nascent Soul stage, not to mention the abolished Qin Jiuqing, even the proud son of heaven who wields the best sword in the world, he may not be unable to dodge his sword.

No matter how good he is, Qin Jiuqing is only the golden elixir Dzogchen.

No matter how strong he was, Qin Jiuqing was only over twenty years old.

He was not afraid of Qin Jiuqing in his heyday, but he couldn't avoid the heart-piercing sword of the useless man in front of him.

It is impossible for Qin Jiuqing to have such power!

Where the hell is that sword that has such power?

Song Yangzi felt a chill in his bones, he couldn't bear this sword, he would die here!

Song Yangzi couldn't even move, and the monk next to him could only stare dumbfounded.

This evil spirit is so powerful.

Obviously, he couldn't feel the slightest wave of true energy, but when the sword fell, it was thunderous!

"Elder Songyang!" Someone couldn't help calling out in a low voice, not necessarily because they cared much about Songyangzi, but because Songyangzi was the highest level among them, even he was powerless to parry him, how would they fight against this evil spirit?

As for why Xie Chong was born exactly like Qin Jiuqing, it was no longer something they could consider.

At the moment of life and death, how can I take care of these!

Songyangzi also wanted to move, but he couldn't.

This overwhelming coercion seemed to be facing the ancestor of the God Transformation Stage who had fully opened his realm, making him unable to move at all.

How to do how to do!

Between the lightning and the flint, the magic sword overflowing with purple frost was slightly deflected.

Songyangzi was overjoyed: Qin Jiuqing still can't completely control the magic sword!

wrong!

When Songyangzi came back to his senses, there was a loud bang and it exploded.

The tip of the sword hit the mirror, and the sound of metal friction was about to shatter the eardrums of people.

Song Yangzi, who was close in front of the soul mirror, even had a splitting headache.

The soul mirror that was able to travel back and forth in the ghost world exploded, and the magic weapon that Jun Shangming had cultivated with a six-year cultivation base was destroyed.

Only then did Song Yangzi understand that from the very beginning, Qin Jiuqing's goal was the soul mirror. When he drew his sword, he wanted to destroy this magic weapon, and what he wanted was to ruin Jun Shangming's hard work and disrupt their plans. !

The soul mirror was destroyed and the mission failed, which made him more terrified than killing Songyangzi: "How dare you..."

No longer intimidated by the inexplicable coercion, Songyangzi sacrificed the magical weapon, and the Jiangshuang Valley was covered with dark clouds, and thunderstorms fell, and even the monks standing aside were implicated: "Elder Songyang, I will wait..."

Song Yangzi didn't pay attention at all, he only had Qin Jiuqing in his eyes, and only this evil obstacle who killed a thousand swords.

He wants to kill him, he wants him to die!

Qin Jiuqing didn't draw his sword again, he dodged lightning strikes and rushed straight towards the Qiankun Qingming Formation.

Song Yangzi saw his intention: "You don't want to run for your life!"

The lightning strikes hit harder and more frequently, and those Golden Core cultivators were shaken and fled in all directions.

There was chaos in front of the Qiankun Qingming formation, and Jiangshuang Valley, which had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly erupted, and the clouds were covered with lightning and thunder, just like hell on earth.

"Little Valley."

It was the sound that came to his ears through the bones again, and Bai Xiaogu couldn't help trembling.

Qin Jiuqing's voice was a little anxious: "Follow me into the formation gate." He could only use that sword, either beheading Songyangzi or destroying the soul mirror.Although the blood feud made him wish he could cut Songyangzi into pieces, but now is not the time to be arrogant.

The soul mirror is Jun Shangming's painstaking effort. He arranged for the monks to enter the ghost world in order to find Chiti fruit.If Jun Shangming can really get a hundred Chiti Fruits, he will be able to enter the stage of transforming gods smoothly.

He will not let Jun Shangming get his wish.

Song Yangzi is the executioner, and Jun Shangming is the real mastermind behind the scenes.

He wants revenge.

He wants to destroy everything Jun Shangming desires.

He wants his blood to pay.

Little White Bone had never seen such a battle before, he was so frightened.

Monks are scary!

So many friar wives are terrible!

Jiu Daji don't die, where will he find the fruit peel after Jiu Daji dies!

Qin Jiuqing spoke again with the voice coming through his bones: "Don't be afraid, come to me."

Bai Xiaogu: "!"

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the little bone cheers himself up, as long as he passes through three, four, five, six, seven or eight monks, he can get close to Jiu Daji.

God, eight monks!

Bai Xiaogu was so frightened that his eyes were about to drop sapphires.

"Pig trotter in sauce, braised lion's head, shredded chicken soup with bird's nest, stewed chicken with mushrooms..." Bai Xiaogu read the name of the dish, looking for courage from it.

Yes, he is going to find Jiu Daji, he is going to the ghost world, he wants fruit peels, and there are so many delicious things in the ghost world!

Be brave, Bai Xiaogu temporarily extinguishes his blue fire pupil with a click, don't be afraid if you can't see it, he can do it!

Bai Xiaogu's heart fluttered, and he pulled a lot of ghosts as cover, closed his eyes and rushed towards the Qiankun Qingming Formation: "I can't see, I can't see, no one can see me..."

It's a ghost if you can't see it!

The monks, whose scalps were numb from Songyangzi's lightning strike, were stunned.

what is this?

What is this big pile of resentful things!

Have all the fierce ghosts in Jiangshuang Valley rushed to the Qiankun Qingming formation?

A ghost of this scale, even the ancestors of the Nascent Soul stage would be devoured.

Song Yangzi was aiming at Qin Jiuqing, and Menlei hit him one after another, wishing he could split him in two.Now he had no choice but to stop the lightning strike, for fear of angering the giant in front of him.

Yes, behemoths!

The fierce ghosts with teeth and claws were howling for some reason, and the resentful souls crowded together became more ferocious than each other.

Fierce ghosts and resentful souls sometimes devour each other, but it is really rare for them to form a group like this, as if being held hostage.

what is the problem?

Of course, the trembling little bone is at the center of the 'big monster', and he whispered in his heart: "Did they see me? Am I walking too slowly? Jiu Daji, where are you woo woo woo!"

Qin Jiuqing: "..."

The subdued Thief: "..."

Finally, the huge monster came to the center of the formation, Bai Xiaogu loosened his hands, the ghosts and resentful souls were released, and they scattered away in fright—what are you kidding, the white killer is merciful, won't you run away and wait to be eaten!

Bai Xiaogu could be considered to have seen Qin Jiuqing.

Just as Qin Jiuqing wanted to hold him, the little bone had already thrown himself into his arms, crying loudly: "I'm so scared to death!"

At this moment, even Zhang Tian didn't know how to complain, he was really not afraid of the new host and this damn little skeleton, it was just that there were too many slots, and the sword had no mouth!

Qin Jiuqing, on the other hand, surrounded the little skull and said softly, "It's all right."

He raised his head and looked at Songyangzi from a distance.

Song Yangzi suddenly came back to his senses, and yelled: "Without the soul mirror, you will never return after entering the ghost world!"

There was sarcasm in Qin Jiu's light eyes. He was standing in front of the Qiankun Qingming formation. At this moment, he fell backwards with his small white bones in his arms, and fell into the azure blue formation door like the scorching sun under the sea.