Cultivation from entry to abandonment

Due to the destruction of the enchantment, the Zhaoying Cult was backlashed by the ferocious beasts it had tamed, and it was already lingering and in chaos.They didn't have that much leisure to care about the lives of the nearby people, and they wanted to escape regardless.It's just that he was caught by the disciples of Buqi Pavilion who had already ambushed there.Shang Mingqian dispatched some men from Lingzhou to wipe out all the beasts nearby.Only the red moth was left wandering and hiding, waiting for an opportunity to find prey.With the skills of those disciples, if they are not careful, they will be injured by it.So Shang Mingqian still decided to go to exterminate them by himself, so as to avoid unnecessary casualties.

It's just that the red moth is very vigilant, hiding somewhere, and doesn't show up often, and it's hard for the disciples to determine its whereabouts, let alone eradicate it.Shang Mingqian came to the depths of the dense forest, the wind was blowing in the forest, and occasionally insects and birds could be heard.At this time, he suddenly thought that his blood was the magic weapon to attract the red moth.

After thinking about it, Shang Mingqian cut his palm, let the blood flow out, and even dripped the blood on the nearby bushes.The breeze blew, and the smell of blood spread.Shang Mingqian picked up the Fuyi sword early on, looked around vigilantly, and checked the surrounding environment with his spiritual sense.

At this time, the ground trembled, and the strong wind hit the face. The dead branches on the ground were swept by the wind and flew towards Shang Mingqian, and the rocks hit the air like bullets.Shang Mingqian erected a barrier in front of him, blocking the gravel, dead branches and grass.Afterwards, the figure of the red moth flashed out in the dense forest, and as soon as it appeared, the gust of wind became stronger.The surrounding trees were smashed to pieces, leaving only a few broken piles.

It was the first time for Shang Mingqian to see it clearly in this blue sky.It looks very much like a dragon, with a dragon's tail.But it has two heads and a pair of white wings.Shang Mingqian tightly held the Fuyi sword in his hand, swung the tip of the sword horizontally, flew into the air, and slashed at it.

The red moth did not retreat but advanced, and opened its big, smelly mouth towards Shang Mingqian. The arc of the mouth was enough to swallow a person alive, like a scarlet cave.Shang Mingqian suddenly had a splitting headache, his spiritual energy dissipated, and he fell from a high altitude and fell to the ground violently.He rolled over, stuck his sword on the ground, and was about to get up from the ground, but he felt dizzy for a while, his fingertips felt numb for a moment, and he could no longer hold the sword handle steadily, and staggered backward step.The sky and the earth are chaotic, and the sun and the moon are reversed.

Red Moth watched him retreat, took a step forward, spread his wings, and set off a gust of wind.The strong wind poured on Shang Mingqian's body with the acid of the red moth, melting blood holes one by one on Shang Mingqian's white clothes.Suddenly, Shang Mingqian raised his head, and a red light appeared in his eyes.

"It's you reckless moth again!" Shang Mingqian soared into the air, and the flames quickly climbed up the back of his hand, condensing into pieces of fiery red scales.Shang Mingqian jumped up and stood on the back of the red moth, with a bright red light on the tip of his claws, he greeted the red moth's neck.He simply sat down, his legs firmly locked on the back bones of the red moth, and stabbed the neck of the red moth with the tip of his claws one after another, and finally with brute force, he forcibly tore off the flesh on the neck of the red moth, Blood spurted out all of a sudden, moistening Shang Mingqian's cheeks and chest.Shang Mingqian laughed out loud suddenly, seemed to be very happy, and beat it on the back crazily.

Chimo jumped up and down in pain, rolling in the air, trying to throw Shang Mingqian off his body.But Shang Mingqian refused to let go, grabbed its feathers tightly, and vowed to pluck it into a bald man.The red moth ran wildly, pulling up for a while, and rolling on the ground for a while.Shang Mingqian didn't let go of his hand, grabbed a bunch of its fur and was thrown to the ground by it.Shang Mingqian stood up from the ground, and without thinking about it, shot a stream of fire waves at the red moth, but suddenly saw a familiar figure not far away.

That figure in green clothes and black hair, who is it not Jiang Fuqing?

Shang Mingqian was frightened for a moment, afraid of accidentally hurting Jiang Fuqing, he quickly contained the spell, but the fire was so violent that once it spread, it couldn't be contained.Jiang Fuqing only saw a fire dragon flying towards him, and the surrounding temperature rose rapidly, and he could almost smell his own burnt hair.

Shang Mingqian's eyes alternated red and black, and in desperation, he flew forward, chanting the mantra, and a gust of wind and water flew out of his palm.In the end, Jiang Fuqing was drenched into a drenched chicken, but he was not burned by the flames.Jiang Fuqing coughed twice, looked up from the confusion, and found that Shang Mingqian's pupils had changed from red to black again.Seemingly completing the personality switch in an instant, Wei Wei opened her mouth in surprise.

Just as Jiang Fuqing was in a daze, the red moth saw the right moment and swooped towards Jiang Fuqing.Jiang Fuqing was about to run away, but how could he escape?He has to run ten steps to have the wings length of a red moth.Chi Mo opened its mouth, and was about to grab Jiang Fuqing's body.Jiang Fuqing trembled in fright, kicked something under his feet, and fell directly to the ground.Seeing that bloody mouth getting closer and closer to him, Jiang Fuqing also understood Shang Mingqian's PTSD to a certain extent.What's more, when this incident happened, Shang Mingqian was only a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.Where can it withstand such repeated blood-cutting sacrifices?

In an instant, Jiang Fuqing's mind turned a thousand times, and the pictures of the past flashed before his eyes like a lantern.

Shang Mingqian was shocked, his eyes were almost red, he raised his hands, a flame shot out from the palm of his left hand, and another gust of wind twisted and twisted, shot out from his right hand, directly flying Jiang Fuqing into the air.Jiang Fuqing closed his eyes, opened them after a while, and found that there was a lot of wind and waves around him, but his body was quite stable.At this time, a black panther came riding on the smoke and directly carried Jiang Fuqing up.Before Jiang Fuqing could react, he was already sitting on the back of the black panther.Jiang Fuqing wept with joy, hugging the panther's neck with both hands.

Shang Mingqian relaxed his mind a little, and concentrated on dealing with the red moth.The red moth has been seriously injured, and at this moment it is just lingering, doing the final battle of the trapped beast.Shang Mingqian flew up, the flames turned into pieces of scales and covered the back of his hand again, and slapped the red moth's head with his palm. There were five bloodstains.The Fuyi sword flew into the air, and made a trembling sound. It was radiant for a moment, and with pieces of wind blades, it turned into thousands of lights and shadows and pierced the red moth's body.The Fuyi sword passed through its chest in an instant, layers of golden light flashed, the sword's shadow was useless, and it also penetrated its body like an arrow off the string.Afterwards, the Fuyi sword closed the sword light in the air, and flew back into Shang Mingqian's palm.

At this time, Shang Mingqian's right hand had already sheathed the flame scales, he took the handle of the Fuyi sword and pulled a sword flower, and put the sword back into its sheath.