"Be careful!" Bai Si couldn't help but shouted softly. He knew that the blood talisman greatly increased Caitou's strength.

Now he has the strength of the Golden Immortal, but there is a world of difference between the Golden Immortal and the Lower Immortal. This is why some people say that only after becoming a Golden Immortal can one truly start cultivating immortality.

One Golden Immortal is enough to defeat hundreds of Lower Immortals joining hands. This is why there are so many Lower Immortals in the world, but there are only a few above the Golden Immortal.

"You killed my master."

"You killed my master." Luo Qingshui continued to repeat, she didn't care at all about the qi that was surging in Caitou at this moment.

"Suffer death!" The killer flew up on the spot, and the hard stone ground shattered into countless stones under his kick.

"You killed my master, I want you to die!" Luo Qingshui suddenly raised her head, her eyes caught the killer flying in the air, and the long sword in her hand touched the ground.

"Eagle claw!" Caitou smiled as he waved the sharp blade in his hand. He was like an eagle fighting in the sky. The sharp claw in his hand sparked sparks during the friction with the air, and it was burning brightly at the moment.

The fire was raging, burning in the wind, and even ignited his sleeves. Half of his arms were swaying with fire, but he didn't care at all. He was a killer, and he was already prepared to be swallowed up by the fire together with Luo Qingshui.

Prepare.

"Junior sister, be careful not to let him get close to you!" Bai Si saw the killer's intention. Although he didn't know why Luo Qingshui became like this, he believed that Luo Qingshui would be fine.

The killer had already fallen. He moved as fast as an eagle, grabbing the little white rabbit's neck with his claws.

Luo Qingshui raised her head with no intention of avoiding it. The next second she lifted the long sword in her hand, and thousands of golden threads came out from the tip of the sword, spreading out in all directions and flying towards the killer's burning body.

go.

The killer did not dodge, and allowed the golden threads to wrap around his body. The golden threads turned into golden water under the burning fire, dripping down his sleeves, and some steamed into the air. Maybe this was the reason.

That's why he didn't put gold threads in his eyes.

"This fire is the fire ignited by my essence and blood. If it can't even melt the golden thread made of your true energy, I can really die!" Caitou sneered, but his figure was still as fast as ever.

As he spoke, his sharp claws were already close at hand, but Luo Qingshui still did not give in. Her face was illuminated by fire, which could be seen flickering on and off.

"Destroy!" The long sword in Luo Qingshui's hand pointed forward stubbornly. The next second, the golden thread flew towards the cabbage like a waterfall. This was a more violent attack!

If thousands or tens of thousands of golden threads cannot extinguish the fire in you, then how can you burn out this flood of golden threads?

Golden waterfalls flashed in Caitou's pupils, and his originally complacent smile froze on his face. He knew that these golden threads could wrap him tightly from beginning to end, and use their strength to rise to the level of the Golden Immortal.

He actually felt like retreating at this moment!

He looked up at the beams, flipped his body in the air and tried to escape with the help of the beams, but it was too late. Countless gold threads had already wrapped around his ankles and wrists. The next second, these gold threads penetrated him crazily.

palms and soles of feet.

"Ah!" Caitou cried out in pain. The sudden heartbreaking pain made him cry out uncontrollably, which was even more heartbreaking than when Qi Gong had his arm cut off just now.

Golden threads rolled in from all directions and clamped tightly on his limbs. Even the fire on his right hand was extinguished bit by bit by the golden threads.

"What kind of move is this and why is it so weird?" Ling Yunfeng asked Bai Si.

, he has stayed in the Tianshan Sect for more than ten years, and has never seen such a weird sword technique.

No, this doesn't look like swordsmanship at all!

"This is not the Tianshan Sect's sword style at all." Bai Si lowered his head and pondered, but he had never seen this sword style before. Neither Shushan nor Xuanjian Sect had such sword style.

"I don't know why, but I feel that her move is a bit similar to the leader's Feixian." Ling Yunfeng nodded thoughtfully.

"Flying string!" Bai Si was startled. He looked at the golden threads in the air carefully. It would be more appropriate to call them golden threads if they were called golden threads.

"It's really Feixian, Feathered into Clothes. This is actually the last move in Master Feixian. She actually practiced Feathered into Clothes!" Ling Yunfeng's words made Bai Siru enlightened. He looked at the girl in front of him in surprise.

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"Feixian? Transformed into clothes?" Yan Jinyu was confused when he heard this.

"The top one among the Tianshan sect's seven major techniques is Fei Xian. Senior Brother Gu practices Yu Tian Jue, and this Fei Xian is even more powerful than Yu Tian Jue!" Bai Si was really surprised. If she

She really practiced flying strings, so why did such a genius fail to achieve any results in the touchstone test? The skills she obtained from Tianqing Pavilion alone were enough to make the alchemy stone glow yellow.

"You killed my master, I want you to suffer even more pain than his death!" Luo Qingshui stared at the man who was bound in the air like a silkworm chrysalis, her eyes were cold, she slowly stretched out her left hand, and there was a fine golden silk statue

It was like a dragon swimming through his internal organs.

"Hahaha!" Caitou suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, letting the golden threads shuttle through his body, "Since you care about your master so much, then I will let your master die to the point where nothing is left!"

He didn't know where the strength came from, and he vigorously threw out the eagle's claws with sporadic flames still burning in his hands.

When the spark of fire touched the old corpse on the ground, it immediately turned into a prairie fire, like an explosion of gunpowder, blowing the already mutilated corpse to pieces, leaving only a faint ash in the air.

Those are the ashes left behind after being burned by the fire.

"You are looking for death!" Luo Qingshui's eyes widened. At this moment, she was like a female devil, and the light in her gray-black pupils seemed to be eaten.

"I'm going to make you crumble into ashes!" Caitou's struggle before death completely angered Luo Qingshui, and the Dragon Sword in her hand hummed low.

Whether it was the gold threads wrapped around his body or the gold threads that penetrated his body, they all began to expand in an instant, filling his already bloated body even larger.

"Hahaha! Even if I can't kill you, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life!" The killer looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, shouting the last words in the air.

The golden wire exploded, and his body exploded completely in the air. Not even a trace of blood was left behind, and it turned into dust, leaving only the golden light in the sky left by the broken golden wire.

"There is one more." Luo Qingshui didn't care at all about the person she killed, and looked further away, where there was a man wearing black night clothes standing there.

"Oh my god, what a monster!" Wan Zitou stared blankly at the scene in front of him. He was about to go crazy. He turned around and ran towards the outside of the city. He didn't want to worry about any tasks or Rakshasa Hall.

"I want to run!" Luo Qingshui flew into the air and ran straight after the killer.

Everything seemed to be upside down. Just now, there were four killers chasing them, just like a cat catching a mouse, but now the little mouse has turned into this group of shameless killers.

"What should I do?" Ling Yunfeng was also frightened by this scene and was at a loss. He didn't know what to do.

He realized that the woman in front of him was no longer his junior sister.

Yan Jinyu didn't answer and had already caught up with him. No matter what happened to Luo Qingshui, she would still be his good sister in his heart.

"No matter what, she is our junior sister. Although we don't know why she became like this, we have to find out what happened to her before we can help her." Bai Si looked at Yan Jinyu's disappearing back and thought deeply.

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The current situation seems to be more troublesome than escaping the pursuit of Rakshasa Hall.

Yulong Mountain, Longya Cave.

Yu Ziqing was sitting on the floor. After a month of repairs, he felt that the broken tendons on his body had been repaired a lot. He had been unable to repair these hidden diseases before, but now it seems that within a year, he will be back to his original state.

Already.

Suddenly, his chest pounded violently, and a rush of heat surged into his heart.

With a "poof." He spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood, but strangely, the blood actually reflected dark green phosphorescence on the ground.

"Clear water, clear water." His consciousness gradually blurred, and he felt that the restriction he had left long ago was broken.

"Qingshui, what's wrong with you!" Everything in front of him gradually blurred.

"Qing'er, Qing'er!"

Yu Ziqing opened his eyes, and what he saw was a waterfall and a rockery. There were pale white lotuses blooming on the pond, and golden koi carps were playing inside.

I don't know when he fell asleep leaning on the floor.

Qingdao Pavilion is his residence, and there are only two of them in the huge Tianqing Palace, so his residence is even half as big as the Ziqing Palace.

The study, the pavilion, the backyard, the front yard. Looking at the past, there is not even a single disciple.

"Qing'er, Qing'er!" The voice still echoed in his ears.

"Master!" Yu Ziqing suddenly remembered that it was his master who was calling him via a thousand-mile voice transmission.

He hurriedly stood up and opened the door and went out, leaving only the books on the wooden board beside the pool flying in the wind.

Outside Qingyu Pavilion, Yu Ziqing hurriedly opened the door of Mu Yunfei's bedroom.

"Master." He walked in and saw a soothing incense burning in the orderly room. There was no trace of Mu Yunfei in the study or bedroom.

There was a dark sword placed in front of the incense burner. The master said that it was the most powerful sword in the world.

But how powerful could this dark sword be? Yu Ziqing never believed it.

Maybe it was because the Dugu Sword had a magical power, or maybe it was because of the location of the sword, that Yu Ziqing saw it at a glance. Mu Yunfei usually never allowed himself to touch him, so Yu Ziqing became more curious, so he stepped forward

He looked carefully at this most powerful sword in the world.

"What are you looking at?" A heroic voice came from behind.

"I'm wondering if this best sword in the world is really so magical!" Yu Ziqing replied casually, his eyes still staring at the sword.

But he suddenly remembered something. Is there anyone else besides him and the master in this Tianqing Palace?

"Master!" He reacted immediately and turned around quickly.

Sure enough, Mu Yunfei was standing at the door wearing white clothes, looking at him with a smile on his face, as if he had been standing there for a long time.

He has a fair complexion, is seven feet tall, but is not muscular. He has sword-shaped eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and thin lips, giving him a gentle and elegant air.
Chapter completed!