A woman wearing a snow-white monk's robe, with feet as bare as jade, with black hair tied behind her head and a fairy-looking bun, came with a sword.
This destined doomed man is so beautiful that he is not stained by dust and smoke. If the Nine Heavenly Goddess Luo is banished to the mortal world, no words can describe his appearance, and no paintbrush can reveal his divine bones.
Yan Xi was so shocked that he did not dare to fight the flying sword with his bare hands. He shook his body and transformed into a Southern Ming Suzaku. The Immortal Gang appeared outside his body. Although he was hit by the bright yellow sword light, it only cut a crack of dozens of meters.
The Nanming Suzaku is not as big as the Nine Heavens Fire Dragon, but it is several kilometers long with its head and tail. A crack that is only tens of meters long can be closed with a turn of magic power.
Huangmei Monk's voice came from Yan Xi's head, shouting: "Flower God Buddha, although you have painstakingly planned to kill me, the sea of suffering is boundless. Once you turn around, I am still willing to give you a way to live."
"If you rebel against Demon Tathagata and come under my door, I will spare your life."
Yan Xi was shocked and thought to himself: "Is Huang Meiseng so brave? You have been penetrated through the chest, and you don't know how much skill you have left, and you are still clamoring to spare the other party's death? Shouldn't it be the other way around?"
Nan Huaying smiled softly, and the sword light swirled around, slashing Yan Xi until his whole body burst into flames. If it weren't for the three fire scriptures that could refine three kinds of immortal weapons, Yan Xi had survived two disasters, the Dragon Scale Immortal Gang and the Suzaku Immortal.
I have already achieved great success, but I really can't stand the flying sword of this flower god Buddha.
Huangmei Monk continued to export Buddhist power to increase Yan Xi's Taoism, but Yan Xi was really inferior. At the beginning of the battle, he was completely at a disadvantage.
Huangmei Monk still shouted: "My brother Bingling is a kind man by nature and I don't want to take heavy action. If you are still stubborn, I will advise him to let go of his worries and take action with all his strength."
Nan Huaying responded by blowing out a breath of Qi, and the bright yellow sword light surged, and she slashed Yan Xi dozens of kilometers away with just one sword strike.
Yan Xi no longer paid attention to Huang Meiseng's urging, turned around and ran away, shouting: "We are really no match."
Huangmei Monk sighed and said, "I wanted to scare her, but I didn't expect the Flower God Buddha to be so reckless and not to be intimidated by false words."
Yan Xi thought to himself: "How dare you use such a trivial trick?"
Yan Xi tried his best and used Zhu Yi to soar into the sky, opening up a distance of tens of kilometers. However, after flying two to three hundred kilometers, Nan Huaying caught up with him again.
Huang Meiseng was not determined to give up, and shouted angrily: "Looking at the Buddhist lineage, I will spare your life. If you still don't know what to do, I will take action together with Daoist Brother Binglinggong."
Yan Xi was about to ask Huangmei Seng to stop talking when he heard Huangmei Seng say: "The Demonic Sword of Flower God Buddha contains extremely strong demonic energy. I thought I could suppress it just now, but now it becomes increasingly impossible."
Already."
Yan Xi was surprised: "What should we do?"
Huang Meiseng said: "I can't help you any longer."
When Yan Xi called again, Huang Meiseng was speechless.
Seeing that Nan Huaying was about to kill him again, Yan Xi saw a high mountain in front of him, so he ran into it, thinking: "Get down and hide."
When Nan Huaying saw Yan Xi hiding in the mountain, she didn't hesitate. She raised her hand and struck the Ten Thousand Flowers Calamity Hand. With a touch of her delicate hand, the mountain suddenly collapsed.
A flash of fire shot into the sky, and when he saw Nan Hua Ying, the person in the fire shouted angrily: "Why did you destroy my karma, fellow Taoist?"
When Nan Huaying saw this person, he was different from Yan Xi and did not act recklessly. She asked, "Who is this fellow Taoist?"
The man in the fire shouted: "That's right, Mr. Bingling!"
Nan Huaying didn't hesitate anymore, she used her bare hands and used a roll of bright yellow sword light to involve the person in the fire. The two sides fought for half an hour. The sword light broke through the opponent's protective immortal sword and beheaded the poor Bing Ling Gong alive.
Falling dust.
Nan Huaying circled around, but did not see Yan Xi, and thought to herself: "I didn't expect that this person's skills are quite superb, and he actually cultivated an external incarnation. Although I killed his external incarnation,
This person escaped."
Yan Xi watched Bing Linggong fly into the sky and declare his home. He was beheaded by Nanhua Yingsheng and hid in the rocks, trembling.
This woman is so cruel.
After all, Bing Linggong was a loose immortal who had survived the two calamities of wind and fire, but he couldn't even survive for half an hour.
Didn't make it through.
Yan Xi looked at Nan Huaying. The sword light circled in the air and flew away to the south. Only then did he use his full strength to force Huang Meiseng out from between his eyebrows.
Huang Meisheng was like a doll, the size of a palm, half-smiling, with a dazzling blue sword stuck in his chest, motionless.
Yan Xi didn't know what happened to him, so he randomly found a huge stone, dug a hole, and stuffed Huangmei Monk in. Then he took advantage of the escape light and went around to find the body of Duke Bingling.
came out.
Yan Xi was able to turn Mo Haigong into an incarnation because he stole his pure inner elixir, which caused Mo Haigong to fall into the realm of sword immortals. He was able to turn the Three Fire God Lords into character cards because the Three Fire God Lords were robbed by Wind and Fire.
The realm has been knocked down.
As for Bing Linggong, Yan Xi only took one look at it and found out the time and space powers needed to convert it into a character card, and then simply gave up. He didn't have so much time and space powers.
Yan Xi took out a black and red small gourd, put Bing Linggong's body inside, and thought to himself: "If a fire-type loose immortal who has survived the two calamities of wind and fire can be refined into a five-fire Taoist weapon, who knows?
How powerful."
"Although he is already dead, he may not be able to practice it, but why not try?"
Yan Xi also took a look at Duke Bingling's magic bag.
Bing Linggong is a serious casual cultivator. He has been practicing Taoism for a long time. Because his cultivation has reached a bottleneck long ago, he doesn't know how many years it will take to survive the thunder tribulation, so he has sacrificed many magic weapons.
This was the first time for Yan Xi to make such a fortune from a taste.
Bing Linggong's magic bag was made from the stomach of an overseas giant whale. It has a huge space, which is half the size of a football field. All kinds of natural materials and earthly treasures are piled up like mountains. The six fire magic weapons he has refined in his life are suspended in the air.
In the center of the magic bag.
Poor Binglinggong didn't even have time to take out these magic weapons when he was dying.
If he had the chance to take out the magic weapon, Nan Huaying would definitely chop it into pieces together with the magic weapon, and it would not be Yan Xi's turn to make this windfall.
Yan Xi had just inspected the harvest when a bright yellow sword light appeared from the void, and he shouted: "Not good!"
Nan Huaying actually left and came back again.
Yan Xi hurriedly escaped and flew into the air. Before he left, he remembered that he had left Huangmei Seng behind. When he originally wanted to pick up Bingling Gong, he did not want Huangmei Seng to see it, so he found a stone and opened a hole temporarily.
, stuff Huangmei Seng in, but where is the time to go back and look for it now?
Yan Xi regretted it. He should have grabbed the azure sword at that time and stabbed and twisted it a few times. Huangmei Monk would have been dead for eight years.
Let him recover from his injuries and the consequences will be endless.
At this time, it was too late to regret. Yan Xi hurriedly used Zhu Yi to soar into the sky, widening the distance. His brain was pounding and his brain was boiling. He was about to go back through time. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and Nan Hua Ying came closer to him...