My Taoist companion just wants to welcome and refuse

Putting away the cloud mirror, Xia Qi knew that Qing Yan was going back to the black market.

The temperature in his hand suddenly disappeared, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. He asked in a daze, "Bai Lan wants to find someone in person?"

Qing Yan nodded and stood up: "Even Ming Wei hasn't noticed yet, there must be a new change in the magic vine."

He closed his clothes for Xia Qi again, and bid farewell in a gentle voice, "The disciple's soul lamp is still alive, there is still hope. After the rescue is over, I will tell Ah Qi with mustard seeds. It's getting dark, go and rest."

Xia Qi knows that every second counts in finding someone in a dangerous situation, and if you go a moment late, it will be more dangerous. This matter is very important and cannot be delayed.

However, there have been frequent accidents in the black market recently, and it is getting closer and closer to the residence of Shifang Pavilion, and the atmosphere of chaos in the earth veins is getting stronger...

The group of demons under the sword of Cang Cheng's sect master was terrified, and they were all fierce... He was the only one in the whole world who was worried, and he was the only one who knew the reason for worrying.

Looking at the back of Qing Yan getting up to leave, he had an inexplicably bad premonition in his heart, and subconsciously followed that dark blue back and walked a few steps forward anxiously.

The people in front noticed it immediately.

Qing Yan turned around for a moment, seemed to see his worry, slightly bent her lips, bent over slightly, her warm lips caressed the frown between brows, and couldn't help but land on his lips.

After soothing, Night Breeze left as soon as he touched it, as if pulling his mind.

He also asked in a low voice: "What is Ah Qi worried about?"

Xia Qi was holding his cheeks, and looked at Shang Qing Yan patiently with a smile, trying to express his worries about this and that, but then he thought, in terms of two people's cultivation, only the other party has always been worried about him.

I can only answer softly: "I see, Bo Lan, go, be careful..."

The smile in Qing Yan's eyes deepened, and he pinched his cheek lightly, before Xia Qi had time to complain, he was kissed on the cheek again.

His Taoist companion didn't mention important matters, but only instructed: "Eat less sweets before going to bed, don't eat too much sugar cake, and don't feed Sui Sui too much."

Xia Qi agreed under the unquestionable gentle gaze, and it was only when Qing Yan's back disappeared into the yard that he realized how his Taoist companions treat children like that.

Feeling helpless and angry for a while, he immediately took out sugar cakes and ate them one by one, as if he had made up his mind to be disobedient.

After eating half of it, I realized that this act of competing alone was too naive, so I put it away in a funny way.

The courtyard returned to silence, and he looked up at the dark night without any stars for a moment. The sight of this foreign country was really not as soothing as the vast starry sky of Xiaoshan, and the depression and worries in his heart were not relieved in the slightest.

For a while, he wanted to gather his disciples together, and immediately set off for the southwest suburbs, only to realize that many disciples had just rested.For a while, I thought of going first, but it would only increase the risk. If I didn't return to help at that time, I would screw it up.

Confused, he had no choice but to give up and bury his head in the mustard seeds.

He hugged the sleeping Sui Sui in the corner and sucked it fiercely, and then combed the messy snow hair of the confused and poor Sui Sui, and then he felt a little sleepy and fell asleep.

In the morning of the next day, Xia Qi brought fifteen demon hunters to the southwestern suburbs. Su Ling happened to be safe, so he came to support him.

The dense forest in the southwestern suburb of Jinlian City is connected to the dense forest in the western suburb, which is also the only way to go to the residence of Shifang Pavilion.

The roadblocking magic vine that disciple Cangcheng encountered was located underground in the very center of the suburb.

Now the thick magic vines are constantly gushing out devil energy, and the only living things in the dense forest are the complicated and rare plants in the south, but to the north is the densely populated capital city, so we have to be cautious.

At the beginning of the morning, the still-hot sunlight does not enter the dense forest that covers the sky, but the towering trees are entangled by numerous vines, tangled into a curtain, and there is an inexplicable sense of entanglement of dependence and symbiosis.

Xia Qi sneaked through the dense forest with the demon hunter.

The surrounding light is not dim, but the moisture does not dissipate, turning into a vast white mist.In the haze, the surrounding huge flowers, dense moss mushrooms and pools of different colors all looked very strange.

What's more, there are corpses of "soil" that have not been completely digested.

Although the whole body is covered with plants, everyone has an inexplicable feeling of being in a burial pit.

In the middle of the dense forest, Xia Qi propped up a small-scale barrier that concealed all traces, enclosing everyone in it.

He released his divine sense to search the dense forest all over him, then he was taken aback, and then repeated several times, with a look of doubt on his face: "...there is no trace of demonic energy."

Everyone was stunned.

Su Ling looked at him even more in surprise: "There is still a dear man hanging on the tree beside us, even a corpse should be respected." After speaking, he released his consciousness and glanced, his expression froze, with a strange expression on his face, "Why? possible……"

Xia Qi slowly frowned.

Now Yunzhang, apart from the sect's residence and the cities and villages protected by the Great Formation, it is impossible for there to be a place without a little bit of magic energy.Even if it looks clean on the surface, as long as there is an evil cultivator passing by, even passing by with a sword that has killed monsters and monsters—everyone who has come into contact with chaos will leave traces of devilish energy behind.

What's more, the magic vines are everywhere, and the Shifang Pavilion stands in the dense forest not far away.

Where did the rising demon energy go?No matter how slow the magic energy was, it would still take one night.

Su Ling took out a compass from the mustard, and Xia Qi recognized it as a magic weapon for detecting magic energy.There may be omissions in a person's spiritual consciousness, and the magic weapon is more accurate.

However, the result of the magic weapon detection is still the same - the area is as clean as a pure land.

Xia Qi stroked his chin and looked at the staring-eyed corpses all around, thinking that this joke was not funny.

He stepped out of the barrier and came to the nearest corpse.

The corpse has not yet been digested by the magic vines, the limbs are thin but the human form can be recognized, the vines growing from the body are entwined with the branches, the vines protruding from the mouth make the neck crooked unbearably, and the other facial features are closed in pain .

He stretched out his hand and brushed across the face of the corpse, but he still didn't feel the slightest bit of magic energy.This hideous corpse looks like a clay sculpture.

This place is too weird, completely opposite to the situation where the western suburbs are full of evil spirits... Or does it mean that after they left the western suburbs, the dense forest has undergone new changes?

He frowned thinking, and turned back.

And the moment he turned around, the corpse behind him suddenly opened his cloudy eyes that were tearing apart.

In the next breath, there was only a sharp sound of unsheathing and re-sheathing, the sword light was so fast that no shadow could be seen.

Xia Qi held his hand behind his back, bent slightly to examine the skull that was split open by Lianguang, the entangled vines occupied the entire skull, and when he opened his eyes just now, the epidermis of his face was squeezed open.

He said slowly: "My brain has been sucked away, and I am still busy scaring people."

Su Ling took a deep breath: "I even smell that smell when I put it here, and it feels offensive. What are you doing so close?"

Xia Qi withdrew his eyes from his sticky eye sockets. The demon hunter was used to seeing all kinds of abnormal corpses, so he was calm about it.

He thought for a while, and looked around the surrounding plants: "The magic energy can't disappear out of thin air, it must go somewhere else, or exist in other forms. Everyone spread out to investigate, and pay attention to these magic vines, who made these things People won't just let them decorate the facade here..."

The demon hunters took the lead and dispersed silently.

Xia Qi was finally willing to leave the corpse.

After he walked away, a small ball the size of a black bean slowly dripped from the vines in the head, rolled silently onto the raised tree roots, and penetrated into it again.

The infiltrated place undulates slowly, breathing like flesh.

Xia Qi explored all the way, and Su Ling came over to go with him.

After searching for a while, but found nothing, Su Ling couldn't stay idle any longer, and chatted casually: "Could it be that Cang Cheng has cleared the demonic energy from the ground last night?"

Xia Qi knew Qing Yan very well, and shook his head to deny this guess: "If Cang Li has dealt with the demonic energy, Bo Lan will tell me, and I won't let this trip be fruitless."

Su Ling was taken aback for a moment, and reflected on who the "Bai Lan" was meant to be called by those who are not close to him. He still felt that it was miraculous that his son and the head of Cang Li became a Taoist couple, so he couldn't help making a face Gossip: "This Qingyan is cold and distant, as a Taoist partner... aren't you very active?"

Xia Qi was a little funny when he heard that, since he knew Qing Yan, he never felt that Qing Yan was cold.

His impression of Qing Yan was firstly a savior with good cooking skills, then a calm friend who was willing to give advice to him, and later he became a pleasing person who blocked the door to express his heart to him, and now he took the initiative to get close to him when he had the opportunity Taoist...

The opponent's offensive is a bit fierce, if he takes the initiative again, the scene may not be able to be stopped at all.

Xia Qi's thoughts inexplicably continued the possibility of an unsuccessful in-depth communication, and Zhihai only briefly outlined the follow-up scene...

It was not the right time, he restrained himself suddenly, coughed, and just about to answer, he heard a muffled and painful moan not far away.

He followed the prestige and saw Fu Wan holding his arms hesitantly, frowning and looking up at the treetops.

He quickly moved to Fu Wan's side, looked at Fu Wan's clutched arm, and glanced at the crown of the tree above his head, but found nothing: "Senior brother?"

Fu Wan's eyebrows were condensed: "It seems that something fell from above and hit my arm, which hurts."

Xia Qi was taken aback.

The demon hunter's black cloak is as strong as dragon scale soft armor, and is engraved with reinforcement charms, making it impenetrable to swords and spears, and even blocking spell attacks.

What else can leave pain on the black cloak?

Apparently Fu Wan also thought of this, so she couldn't help but tore off the sleeves and lifted the cuffs to see that there were no traces.

Xia Qi frowned and pondered, it seemed that there were some weird clues linking up layer after layer, going through the mist, and it was about to come out...

He suddenly heard the disciples around him grunting in pain again, and saw that the disciples were also covering different parts of their bodies in doubt, and looking around solemnly and vigilantly.

Xia Qi suddenly realized something, his pupils shrank.

He immediately re-established the concealment barrier with himself as the center, causing all the disciples to gather quickly.

He had already suppressed his sloppy look, with a serious look on his face, he took out a flint stone from the mustard seed, walked towards Fu Wan who hadn't reacted yet, grabbed the opponent's arm, and pointed to paste the flint stone on the meridian of the wrist, and then went up after casting a spell a push.

Fu Wan suddenly groaned in pain, and the veins in his arms bulged.

Since entering the dense forest, the first ray of demonic energy that appeared was expelled from the arm, and then was pinched by Xia Qi's fingers.

Xia Qi quickly distributed the fire spar to his disciples, and everyone followed suit.

Fu Wan's face was terribly gloomy. He tied up his sleeves and looked around: "What is this? I haven't detected the magic energy before."

Xia Qi paid attention to each of the disciples, seeing that the demonic energy was expelled, he frowned: "I was negligent. If I guess correctly, this is the demon seed. I thought that the demon seed would be a seed-like substance, but Zhou Lin's demon seed has already taken shape, and the prototype cannot be seen... Looking at it now, the demon seed seems to be a curse."

He lowered his eyes to look at the bright spar on his fingertips, which was as bright as a cloud, clear and scarlet, as if it contained blood, and seemed to be burning with fire.

"This flint stone is a special ore that can disperse spells."