After passing through the book, he will be a backer for the poor villain

The two briefly exchanged a few words, the situation has changed, and there are many mysteries everywhere, we still need to figure out the reason first.

"Where's the master?" Xuan Qing raised his eyes and asked, he hadn't seen the master since he came back, so he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy.

Xie Qingyin explained: "Wu Jianming's head was cut off, and the head of the sect took Chen Sheng and two people to Wushan to set up a barrier. In the near future, there will be various monsters or monks with evil intentions coveting the artifact."

Regarding Wu Jianming's head being cut off, Xuan Qing was not too surprised. It turned out that Xu Mingjiao's purpose for distracting them was for this.

As the sky darkened, the four disciples who were with Xie Qingyin hurried back and said anxiously:

"Brother!"

"What's the matter?"

Zhao Chen reported what he had seen truthfully: "There are more than thirty innocent mortals who died outside Changzhou City, as if they had been sucked in."

Xie Qingyin was horrified, and said loudly: "What?"

It was obviously the first time for those disciples to encounter such a situation, and they fell silent for a while.

"Master once told me." Xuan Qing pursed her lips and said to the others:

"Although ordinary mortals don't have any spiritual power in their bodies, for demons, they can devour the vitality of mortals. The evil thoughts and resentments of human nature make them stronger."

After hearing Xie Qingyin's solemn expression, he turned his head and told Zhao Chen, "Lead the way."

Several people hurried towards the south of the city. Xie Qingyin took out an origami crane. After infusing spiritual power, the origami crane seemed to come alive, with a shiny luster all over its body, and spread its wings to stay in the air.

"Let's go, follow this paper crane, it can track the magic energy."

After the last ray of light disappeared in the sky, a layer of mist rose from the street, and it was so gray that it was impossible to see anything clearly, except for a few dogs barking occasionally, which was very strange. Many houses are abandoned.

Suddenly, Xuan Qing's eyes froze.

He lifted the Xuanbing Sword instantly, and made a formula to attack one place. The demon should be absorbing vitality and resentment, without any precautions, he was hit by the Xuanbing Sword, and was wiped out in ashes.

The movement of the Xuanbing Sword shocked the surrounding area, and saw seventeen or eighteen monsters approaching them from the dense fog in all directions. The low-level monsters had strange shapes and ugly faces, while the high-level monsters would turn into handsome men and beautiful women. Has blue eyes.

He said vigilantly: "Be careful!"

Those monsters stared at them covetously, with a greedy look on their faces, and approached them step by step.

"Qinglian sword fight!"

At such a critical juncture, Xie Qingyin didn't have much time to think, and took the initiative to test the details of these monsters. A lotus-like shadow appeared in the sky, and instantly transformed into thousands of sharp sword blades, attacking the group of monsters.

The monster with a low cultivation base had its arms and legs cut off in an instant, and let out a roar. The stumped limbs on the ground were still wriggling, as if they wanted to return to their master.

It's just that this sword technique can only deal with low-level monsters, and soon the sword technique was broken, and more monsters surged up around.

"What should we do, Brother Xie... Are we going to die here? I don't want to be sucked by these monsters..."

The four disciples were so frightened that they didn't dare to move, their faces were pale, and they had long forgotten the exercises they had learned on weekdays.

Xie Qingyin frowned, and said to the people behind him:

"Try Phoenix Flame, pour the fire-attributed true energy into the sword."

Several disciples followed the formula, and suddenly the sword in their hands shone with red light. Seeing that the monster was afraid of the flames, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this Phoenix Yanhuo can deal with monsters, it can't compete with this group of beasts, it is too much.

Just listen to the sound of "咻咻咻" in the mist, very fast.

"No, it's a stinger, get out of the way!"

Xuan Qing quickly set up a protective barrier, temporarily resisting the monster's attack. If it was only him and Xie Qingyin, they would not suffer anyway. Now that there are four more disciples with low cultivation bases, it is impossible to Be careless.

"What should we do now? The fog is too thick. Even if we try to escape, we may not be able to tell the direction." Xie Qingyin gasped.

After speaking, he gradually felt that something was wrong. There seemed to be something wrong with the mist, which was several times thicker than when it was just dark, and the spiritual power in his body seemed to flow slower.

"This mist..."

Xie Qingyin tried to use his spiritual power, and seeing that things were really as he guessed, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, apparently Xuanqing also noticed.

The two said in unison: "The mist is poisonous!"

In the next second, Zhao Chen felt that his spiritual power was suddenly exhausted, and his movements became more and more difficult. It became more difficult to swing the sword, and the other three disciples did the same.

The dead bodies on the ground began to move, and finally got upright, but their movements were stiff, their eyes were dull, and their pupils were almost all white.

"My god! What the hell are those!" Zhao Chen narrowed his eyes and looked anxious.

In an instant, the roar sounded again, and Zhao Chen and the others were sluggish in spirit power, and they couldn't even use Phoenix Yanhuo. Those monsters injured by Yanhuo were burned to pieces, bloody, and bones could be seen. What was even more frightening was that in this mist, those wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xuanqing has a bad heart, this mist has been created since dark, like the miasma of demons, it is poisonous to cultivators of immortals, but for dead objects or monsters, they can rely on this mist to heal wounds quickly, Or let them fight endlessly, and those who should die can also half-resurrect and become puppets.

"Xuan Qing, what should I do, my spiritual power is restricted, I'm afraid I won't be able to fight for a long time!" Xie Qingyin only felt that his current spiritual power was far less agile and profound than usual.

"Look for a chance to escape. If I guess correctly, the dead bodies around will be awakened by this mist. If there is no fatal blow, even if the limbs are broken, they will grow back immediately!"

Xie Qingyin's scalp was numb, he was in serious trouble, he turned around and said loudly to the disciples behind him:

"The barrier will be broken later, you just run away, did you hear that?!"

Zhao Chen looked around, every road was blocked, the spiritual power in their bodies had been completely dried up, and now they were not much different from ordinary mortals, and they might not be able to escape!

Cracks began to appear in the barrier in the air, and it seemed that it would disappear soon. At the same time, Xuan Qing was holding the Xuanbing Sword.

"Boom!"

The moment the barrier broke, monstrous power erupted from Xuan Qing's body, directly shaking the surrounding puppets and monsters away.

Several people looked around and saw Xuanqing reciting the incantation seriously. At the same time, a formation appeared on the ground with complex and weird patterns, emitting blue and white light, as if carrying an electric current, and the air gradually twisted, forming a powerful formation. magnetic field.

Xie Qingyin was shocked, it turned out to be a sky thunder formation, how could it be set up by one person! !

Xuan Qing let out a low snort.

"Heaven and earth flow, attract thunder!"

The overwhelming power of thunder began to attack the monsters. Fortunately, the monsters in Changzhou were of middle or lower cultivation level, and they evaporated instantly when they were touched by lightning.

The sky and the earth shook extremely.

Wushan.

Chu Xihe was attracted by the Heavenly Thunder Formation. He frowned slightly, feeling a little puzzled in his heart. Looking at the direction, he was probably in Changzhou City.

Zhao Chen looked at the continuous stream of monsters and said anxiously:

"What should I do, there are still many monsters that can't hold it!" No amount of spiritual power can hold it.

The power of the formation has begun to weaken, and the monsters that were knocked out of their wits by lightning at first can now withstand the attack of lightning.

Xie Qingyin's spiritual power was sluggish and he could only worry about it, helping protect the Dharma from the side.

After half a stick of incense, Xuanqing's forehead began to break out in cold sweat. This formation requires at least three people, so he forced it to open, and now he can only use blood to sacrifice the formation!

After the formation absorbs the blood of the people who set up the formation, the power of the thunder and lightning continues to strengthen.

Zhao Chen was almost dumbfounded. Brother Xuanqing's spiritual power seems not to be affected by the fog?Could it be that he is too weak?But obviously senior brother Xie is also very good, so he has been tricked.

Just when Xuanqing's legs were a little weak, a white figure descended from the sky.

An absolutely powerful force poured into Xuanqing's body, directly upgrading the formation, and the lightning formed a tornado-like air wave.

Chen Sheng and Qin Chao were lying on the roof, and couldn't help swallowing.

"What a powerful force! It's terrible!"

Those monsters were obviously scared. Apart from the powerful power, what made them afraid was the smell of that drop of blood in the formation, which carried absolute coercion, making them want to bow their heads and surrender, and dared not attack.

Chu Xihe broke through the fog, and those dead puppets fell to the ground as if their souls had been sucked out instantly, and the monsters scattered.

The counterattack Xuanqing suffered from the formation was also calmed down by Chu Xi and the infusion of spiritual power.

"What's the matter?" Chu Xihe asked.

"Thank you, Master, it's fine." Xuan Qing shook her head, looking at Chu Xihe, feeling warm in her heart, Master will always be when she is powerless.

The two people on the roof also jumped down, and the spiritual power in Xie Qingyin and Bai Gu's bodies began to flow again as the fog disappeared.

"Master, I was careless." Xie Qingyin pleaded guilty, if he had discovered the problem of the fog earlier, how could he have fallen into such a passive situation.

Chu Xihe didn't say anything, but said to Xie Qingyin:

"Your cultivation should not be affected. It's because you stayed in the mist for too long. If you encounter similar things next time, you should be more vigilant."

Xie Qingyin nodded heavily: "Yes."

Chu Xihe: "Okay, let's all go back to the inn to rest first. Wushan's original barrier has been impacted, and there will be a fierce battle within three days."

Those who covet the artifact can't wait.

When he rushed back to the inn, the shopkeeper was drowsy. Seeing a group of people mighty and mighty, he was so frightened that his hat was crooked.

"Oh, who are you? Are you staying in a hotel or eating?"

Chen Sheng said: "Shopkeeper, we go out in the morning, and you ask me for money when you come back in the evening? You are too black-hearted."

After the shopkeeper recognized it, he laughed a few times: "I'm sorry, guest officer, the business has been good recently, and my eyes are dazzled."

"Then how many people are in the back?"

Xie Qingyin said: "Three rooms."

The shopkeeper hurriedly said yes, but he was very strange in his heart, do these cultivators like to live in a crowded room?There are only three rooms for five people, and the one who checked in yesterday was the same. Later, when there were vacant rooms, they didn't want them. It's strange, strange.

Xie Qingyin didn't know the shopkeeper's secret dissatisfaction, he just felt that there was no need to waste it.

After a simple dinner, Chu Xihe went upstairs, Xuan Qing felt a little uneasy, he turned back and asked the shopkeeper if he could send another quilt, and Xuan Qing took out the money and paid for an extra room. rent.

The shopkeeper reminded him: "Guest officer, there are still rooms in the store."

Xuan Qing refused with no expression: "No need."

Monk Zhang Er, the shopkeeper, couldn't figure it out. Whatever he wanted, he was a weirdo. He couldn't love it, and he still made money.

Chu Xihe poured himself a cup of tea, and didn't bother to think about what was there last night. Only then did he realize that it turned out that the consumption of spiritual power was also exhausting, as if he had gone for a run.

After a while, there was a creaking sound at the door, and Xuan Qing entered the room with the quilt in his arms. Chu Xihe was taken aback for a moment, and saw him spread the quilt on the floor beside the bed, feeling that it was going to be a floor bedding.

Chu Xihe looked at it and didn't stop her.

This is in line with etiquette. In the past, he was too pampered. How can there be a disciple who is seventeen or eighteen years old and still sleeps with the master. Although it is very warm, it is... not suitable.

After Xuan Qing finished making the bed, he respectfully said: "Master is tired today, let's rest earlier."

He was the one who committed the crime last night, as long as the master doesn't drive him out of the room, it will be fine.

After extinguishing the candles, Chu Xihe was not very sleepy lying on the bed. Thinking of such a cold day, Xuan Qing felt a little uncomfortable sleeping on the ground.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

In the second half of the night, Chu Xihe was awakened by the sound of the wind outside the window, and he felt a little regretful, the temperature at night was really bone-chillingly cold.

Chu Xihe turned over, the room was not completely dark, and the moon reflected the snow on the window.

Xuan Qing curled up on the ground, wrapped in a blanket, although there was a layer of quilt on the floor, but one could tell at a glance that the bones of someone who would break down were hurting, Xuan Qing's lips were not as rosy as last night, his face was a little pale, and he did not sleep soundly.

Chu Xihe suddenly felt guilty. Even if it was not proper, he shouldn't make people sleep on the ground in the cold. That was not his intention.