I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Feng Yuanjiu sneered: "Junior Sister loves you so much, I am ashamed to accept it!"

The magic talisman in his palm was mixed with a handful of earth and fire talismans and smashed at Wu Huiniang. Feng Yuanjiu held a sword in his hand, and connected his toes between the tree trunks and rocks. Like a phoenix spreading his wings, he stabbed at Wu Huiniang.

There are not many methods that can be used by monks in the Qi refining period, and the martial arts routines in the ordinary world are quite useful in fighting skills.

In his previous life, Feng Yuanjiu was lacking in inspiration, incomplete in Taoism, and slow to enter the realm. For a long time, he was immersed in the secrets of various martial arts sects. Enlightenment opportunity.

I didn't want to, but it came in handy at this time.

He danced the black sword into a black ponytail, flanking the Red Phoenix Sword from left to right, as if trying to force Wu Huiniang to the area of ​​divine thunder attracted by the purple talisman.

Demon cultivators, because they cultivate the turbid qi of heaven and earth, are most afraid of yang spells such as Zixiao Shenlei, Taiyang Zhenyan, and Nanming Lihuo.

The Scarlet Phoenix Sword took Nanming Lihuo to watch, Feng Yuanjiu pressed on with the sword step by step, and threw the Earth Fire Talisman and Sky Thunder Talisman at Wu Huiniang one by one as if they didn't want money.

Wu Huiniang's cultivation had skyrocketed just now, and she hadn't had time to digest it in the future. The circulation of her true energy was sluggish, and her strength was greatly reduced.

Forced by Feng Yuanjiu to be helpless, he had no choice but to retreat slowly towards the crack that Feng Yuanjiu had just opened on the cliff, which was still warm with flames.

Feng Yuanjiu touched the branch of the old tree with his toes, twisted his body in the air, and chased after him.

The monks of the Nether Sect are better at manipulating puppets to fight. However, in order to quickly break through the defensive circle set up by Feng Yuanjiu, Wu Huiniang used secret methods to sacrifice the puppets to improve her cultivation.

This is why she didn't expect that Feng Yuanjiu was only at the fourth level of Qi refining, not to mention his wealth, he was so sophisticated in fighting, and he was able to use talisman treasures and talisman paper with ease. It's like using your arms and fingers.

The long stick fended off the sword that followed like a shadow, and Wu Huiniang stepped back another foot: "Brother, what a beautiful skill! It's hidden deep enough!"

Feng Yuanjiu cut off a section of Wu Huiniang's skirt with the Scarlet Phoenix Sword: "It's not as good as Junior Sister."

Wu Huiniang didn't take it seriously when her snow-white legs were exposed.

Pulling off the remaining half of the skirt with his backhand, holding a long stick in his hand, his posture became more and more graceful.

The Nether Sect is not good at charm, and Wu Huiniang can only use her own capital to mess with Feng Yuanjiu's mind.

However, Feng Yuanjiu's heart to the Tao is very firm, and the person who disturbs his proof of the Tao is just a piece of dead flesh in his eyes no matter how beautiful he is.

A lump of dead flesh was dangling in front of his eyes, Feng Yuanjiu only had the idea of ​​smashing his bones into ashes, making him die so badly that he couldn't die any more.

However, Feng Yuanjiu's heart was as calm as water, but there was a bit of obsession on his face, the sword dance in his hand was a bit stagnant, and the Scarlet Phoenix Sword was no longer as flexible as before, as if he had been really caught by Wu Huiniang's clumsy coquettish technique. Disordered mind in general.

Wu Huiniang was overjoyed, so she wanted to lead Feng Yuanjiu into the crevice of the mountain wall, use up all her strength, catch a living one and make it into a puppet, which can not only make up for the loss of this battle, but also explain to Bu Ziming.

The gap on the mountain wall was getting closer and closer, and Wu Huiniang's figure became more and more graceful, but she didn't want Feng Yuanjiu, who looked confused, to suddenly throw a huge tortoise shell fifteen feet long and shoot her and the Scarlet Phoenix Sword into the crack in the mountain wall.

"Oh!"

Intense flames shot up into the sky with a loud noise, but it was Feng Yuanjiu's Scarlet Phoenix Sword Talisman that blew itself up!

The Talisman of Tuozi Yuanying Stage Great Cultivator's natal talisman exploded as soon as it exploded, and he was decisive. Wu Huiniang was really not wronged at all in his hands!

You must know that talismans are very rare, and few monks who are not close relatives are willing to waste the source of the natal magic weapon to rub the talisman.

Even Bu Ziming, who has a deep background, may not have a talisman of the rank of the Scarlet Phoenix Sword in his hands.

The talisman, which possesses [-]% of the power of the natal magic weapon of a great monk in the Nascent Soul stage, exploded, and its power is extraordinary.

The cracks on the mountain wall were blasted into a deep cave, and red flames jumped and spread in the cave.

Feng Yuanjiu staggered a few steps, put away the tortoise shell that almost slapped him underneath, got up expressionlessly, brushed the Qiankun bag with his jade hand, took out a long life lock, and flew into the turbulent heat wave without hesitation. in the cave.

The longevity lock was exactly the one his father left him, and he never thought that looking at the jade lock lingering in immortal energy, a blessing left by a father to a child, meaning longevity, was actually a magic weapon to absorb the soul.

Therefore, Feng Yuanjiu's perception of his biological father in this life is somewhat complicated, and he preliminarily speculates that the other party may be a demon cultivator.

In any case, this longevity lock is indeed a useful magic weapon.Feng Yuanjiu held the Changsheng lock in his hand, stepped on the flying shuttle, stood in the air in the crack surrounded by fire, concentrating on the tactic.

Seeing the fragments of the primordial spirit slip into the longevity lock in his palm as if being summoned, Feng Yuanjiu raised his hands and grasped a colorful true spirit that was about to flee far away in the palm of his hand.

The true essence was transported in the palm, imprisoning the struggling true spirit.

Ignoring the true spirit's plea for forgiveness, Feng Yuanjiu flicked his fingers, and directly ejected the imprisoned true spirit, which was the size of a pill, into the flames jumping on the rock wall of the cave.

Nanming Lihuo burned everything, and the thumb-sized True Spirit instantly turned into nothingness.

Since then, there has been no more Wu Huiniang in the world.

Little did he know how many chain reactions his actions triggered.

In Beiming Continent, Beiyou State, Wanyou Valley, Youming Sect, and the top floor of Wansheng Pavilion, a soul lamp in the central area suddenly extinguished the soul fire, and the disciples guarding the pavilion turned pale in an instant. , The moment is like a mourning concubine.

Cursing bad luck in his heart and begging for the protection of the demon god, he trotted out of Wansheng Pavilion all the way, summoned the giant lizard puppet and headed towards the forbidden place deep in Wanyou Valley with a mournful face, hoping that the elder would not take his anger on him.

At the same time, at a height of seven thousand miles above Mingxin Peak in the Yuntai Mountains, Bu Ziming, who was meditating in the cave, lost his breath, a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, and his face was as white as paper.

As for Feng Yuanjiu, when he saw that the soul-drawing threads in the jade vase had all turned into hair threads after Wu Huiniang's death, as the apprentice said, he felt relieved.

The strand of hair was exactly the one he chopped off in front of the Mingxin Temple, thinking about the scene that Wu Huiniang and Bu Ziming played together that day, Feng Yuanjiu sneered, and casually threw this strand of hair into Nanming Lihuo turned into nothingness.

He and Nabu Ziming are destined to live forever!

In the first battle just now, the scarlet phoenix sword talisman exploded in the end. It must have attracted the attention of many monks. It is really not suitable to stay here for a long time.

Fortunately, Nanming Lihuo burned most of the traces, so he didn't need to cover up too much.

Feng Yuanjiu released his divine sense, and quickly swept across the cave that was still burning with Nanming Lihuo.

Sure enough, as he expected, Wu Huiniang had already turned into ashes including her belt and flesh. Feng Yuanjiu put away the bamboo flute, golden phoenix hairpin, and a fragment of an inscription that was neither gold nor jade that survived the self-explosion of the Scarlet Phoenix Sword Talisman, and stepped on the flying Shuo left the cave.

In the distance in the sky, there were several streaks of escaping lights running towards this side, Feng Yuanjiu didn't dare to delay any longer, collected the fragments of the array, and fled towards the depths of the mountains, in the same direction as the beast roared before.

Feng Yuanjiu left with his front feet, and the three escape lights reached the ground.

The light faded away, and the human figure appeared, but it was Meng Yan, the master of the Mingxin Temple, Pan Daoshi, the master of the Mingde Temple whose appearance surpassed Pan An, and the Jingji Temple master with a little red plum on his forehead. And the first disciples of the Three Views, Xing Minzhi, Fang Wuji and Qiu Manling.

Meng Yan was still blindfolded, sitting in his green gold wood wheelchair, his black silk like ink fluttered with the wind, and he looked indifferent and out of dust.

Xing Minzhi, who has always been escaped, now has a childish face, respectfully waiting beside Meng Yan, with an appearance of being ready to be ordered at any time, completely ignoring the usual stubbornness.

Meng Yan obviously had an attitude of a god who had nothing to do with himself. Daoist Pan Taoist of Mingde Temple lightly clicked his tongue and asked the Master of Jingji Temple, who had already walked around among the broken corpses and broken walls: "How is it?"

The master of Jingjiguan flicked his fly whisk, frowned and said, "It has been cleaned up by someone, so I don't see a way out, but the fire in that cave should be one of the unique fires of the Feng family—Nanming Lihuo."

"Feng Family?" Daoist Pan raised his eyebrows and asked Meng Yan, "Is that kid from Feng Family still on Mingxin Peak?"

Meng Yan casually said: "I don't know."

Daoist Pan's teasing words were on the verge of his mouth, but he was distracted by the meditation on himself and the viewer.The master of Jingjiguan said: "It should not be that kid from the Feng family. Judging from the remaining power here, the fighters at least have the cultivation level of the foundation establishment stage, and may even be great monks of the Nascent Soul stage."

Pan Daoshi disagreed: "After all, it is the Feng family, so if you are not sure, there is some secret method."

The Master of Jingji Guan flicked his whisk, and asked Taoist Pan: "What kind of secret method can make the little monk on the fourth level of Qi Refining have the power of a foundation-building monk in one step, and please give me your advice, brother."

Taoist Pan lightly shook his feather fan: "Since it is the Feng family's secret method, how can I know?"

The Master of Jingjiguan laughed lightly: "Then I have to ask my brother myself."

Meng Yan coughed lightly, and said slowly: "If the person fighting here just now has a low level of cultivation, it is very likely that he has not gone far. Instead of arguing here, you might as well chase in a different direction."

"Senior Brother Meng's words are justified." Taoist Pan immediately ordered Fang Wuji beside him, "Go after him."

Fang Wuji chose Zhengnan, Qiu Manling chose Zhengbei, and Xing Minzhi had no choice but to go east.

Coincidentally, the east is the direction Feng Yuanjiu left.

After fleeing thousands of miles away from the ruined corpses, in order not to attract attention, Feng Yuanjiu retracted his flying shuttle and began to walk through the deep forest on foot, as if he had experienced in the forest, looking for A suitable place for retreat, and by the way, find a lonely Cyclops.

Therefore, Xing Minzhi had only been chasing after a stick of incense on the flying boat, and he saw from a distance the peerless beauty who was holding a worldly iron and walking slowly towards the one-eyed stone ape.

That beauty has a beautiful appearance and a tall and straight figure, whoever it is if it's not Feng Yuanjiu!

This is simply making a big death!

Seeing that Feng Yuanjiu was about to step into the one-eyed stone monkey's restricted zone, Xing Minzhi hurriedly stepped on the flying boat and rushed towards Feng Yuanjiu.

The moment the flying boat flew past Feng Yuanjiu's back, Xing Minzhi scooped it up, and took Feng Yuanjiu away from the Cyclops' attack range with his belt.

Seeing the little cute one-eyed stone ape getting farther and farther away from him, Feng Yuanjiu was particularly heartbroken: "Senior brother, what a coincidence!"

Xing Minzhi slid around Feng Yuanjiu's direction, and walked through the dense forest with Feng Yuanjiu like a chicken: "It's no coincidence, I'm here to catch you!"

Feng Yuanjiu: "..."