039 It's not that I'm sick, it's that the enemy is too cunning
"Have you caught anyone?"
"No."
"Look, look for me carefully. Even if you dig three feet into the Yunzhou Secret Realm, you still have to catch the bitch who stole the Qianyuan Immortal Sword fragment."
In the secret realm of Yunzhou, a group of monks in the misty forest who used magic to hide their true colors looked around with gnashing teeth. There were a total of five people here, at least at the Golden Core level or above, and the leader was at the Nascent Soul level.
Wen Yi squatted on the tree and carefully shielded his breath.
Three days ago, Shen Yu sensed the fragments of the Qianyuan Immortal Sword and guided Wen Yi to the misty forest to find the fragments.
As soon as she got the pieces with her front legs, her back legs were chased by this group of people who didn't know where they came from.
Shen Yu fell into a deep sleep when he got the second fragment, and he couldn't wake up no matter how much Wen Yi called.
The misty forest is so special. Wen Yi tried to send a message to Liu Xinci but found that there seemed to be a natural barrier here and the message could not be transmitted at all.
She had just arrived at the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm and had nothing in her body that could compete with the Jindan Master. She dodged and dodged all the way, relying on the experience accumulated in her previous life to avoid crises time and time again.
"Shen Yu." Wen Yi kept waking him up with her consciousness, "If you don't wake up, we might all be doomed!"
After waiting for a long time, Wen Yi still didn't feel the flow of spiritual power, and Shen Yu was still asleep.
"There she is!"
Someone shouted, and a picture appeared in Wen Yi's mind:
A fiery red sword was thrust towards his forehead, and the hidden tree was destroyed by the sword.
Without any hesitation, Wen Yi walked with the sword, using the fog that filled the surroundings to dodge left and right, never walking in a straight line.
After her self-cultivation reached the foundation-building realm, she felt that her sense of danger was getting stronger and stronger. This was the spiritual intuition brought by the Ruthless Killing Sword.
The spiritual intuition of Youqing Kendo can keenly know what type of person the other person likes and what color they like. As the cultivation level becomes deeper and deeper, you will sense the other person's temperament, smell his behavioral inertia from his gestures, and do what you want. Make corresponding changes and make the other person fall in love with you at first sight and become obsessed with you.
This is what every sentient swordsman monk will experience.
It's a pity that the original owner was not good at learning and could not fully understand this while lying in a pile of powder.
Wen Yi didn't know if anyone fell in love with the original owner. It was obvious that there were more people who hated the original owner.
"No wonder people with ruthless swordsmanship are so keen. This kind of dangerous intuition is so useful." Wen Yi sighed in his heart.
As soon as she left, a fire tree burned brightly behind her, exactly where Wen Yi had been standing.
Wen Yi was dodging in the fog. She was about to cross the river not far away, when a spiritual intuition suddenly flashed in her mind:
A monk at the Golden Core Realm flew out of the river.
Wen Yi paused.
The monk hiding in the river couldn't see where Wen Yi was because of the fog. He could only judge based on the flow of spiritual power. The people who came with him were all familiar people. Wen Yi was the only one here whose spiritual power was unfamiliar and strange. special.
The breath of the Ruthless Killing Sword is very special, just like its name, it carries a strong murderous aura and smell of blood.
Calculate the time for Wen Yi to cross the river.
Suddenly, there was a breath of flowing spiritual power above his head, and the monk rushed out of the river, pointing his sword at the target, and swung the sword with all his strength.
"Tear-"
The white paper was split into two by the power of the Golden Core Realm.
The monk was stunned.
What he was waiting for was not the thief who took away the Qianyuan Sword fragments, but a piece of paper?
"Zhou Yuanyuan, you are sick! You have to spend so much effort to split a piece of paper." The other monk who was chasing after him saw his fellow disciple trying his best to tear up a piece of paper, and his face darkened.
Zhou Yuanyuan: "..."
It's not that I'm sick, it's that the enemy is too cunning.
Damn it!
The paper fell, Zhou Yuanyuan saw the words above from the corner of his eye, and veins jumped on his forehead:
——Your posture when exiting the water looks like fried fish, so points will be deducted.
"Shit!" Zhou Yuanyuan was furious, "When I catch you, I will cut you into pieces. No piece of you will be missing!"
Over there, Wen Yi realized that there was someone chasing behind her. She took out a mask from the Qiankun bag to cover her face, and ran all the way to finally escape danger temporarily.
Suddenly, she heard a call.
"Young Master, Young Master, where are you? Stop being playful and come out quickly."
Wen Yi's thin voice was Qi Yue's voice.
"Have those people from the Yunshui Sword Sect also come to the Misty Forest?" Wen Yi looked at the thick fog in the sky and tried to channel his spiritual power to his eyesight to look into the distance.
Um.
Three feet away there is a hermaphrodite, one foot away there is no distinction between humans and animals, nothing can be seen.
"Ignore them." Wen Yi murmured: "I have more troubles. Shen Yu is still sleeping. I just need to make a little noise to let those who are chasing me know that I will die. The Yunshui Sword Sect will be blessed. Bar."
The fog was very thick, so Wen Yi walked forward cautiously.
In the place filled with thick fog, there are not only the monks who are chasing him, but also potential and unknown dangers.
"Brother, wuwuwuwu, help!"
The panicked cries reached Wen Yi's ears, and she followed them.
A black figure flashed past Wen Yi, holding a child in his arms.
In an instant, Wen Yi’s hair stood on end!
She felt that she was being looked at by an evil gaze, it was the demon of desire!
The dark shadow that flashed past Wen Yi suddenly came back, and the hand tattooed with complicated charms fell on his shoulder.
The moment she saw the spell, Wen Yi felt dizzy. She felt that her desire to win and her resentment were expanding crazily.
"Why can't sentient swordsmanship ascend?"
"Three Thousand Avenues, why does the Ruthless Swordsmanship have a greater chance of success than other methods? I don't accept it, I don't accept it!!!"
"Oh, I helped Shen Yu get the fragments of the fairy sword, but he was sleeping peacefully and peacefully. It's ridiculous and hateful. He should be the one to endure the pursuit of so many masters, why should I bear this danger!"
"..."
Countless grievances were murmuring crazily in Wen Yi's mind, and the desire hidden in his heart was magnified thousands of times in his body. The desire to win and lose kept rising, surpassing the desire to survive.
Can't this go on?
If you continue, your xinxing will be destroyed and your foundation will be damaged. Not to mention ascending, whether you can survive or not is a question.
Wen Yi felt that she was on the verge of losing control. The thoughts of the demon were wildly polluting her spirit body, as if she was going to turn herself into his puppet.
She opened her eyelids and found that she had been taken to a hidden cave by the demon of desire.
His hands were hung in the air by vines, and next to him was Gu Yanyun, who was also hung up. He was unconscious and his face was full of tears.
At the same time, Wen Yi also saw clearly the appearance of the desire demon.
Half of his face was hidden in a black cloak, revealing his thin chin. He was very tall, with a red-eyed silver snake wrapped around his wrist, and his exposed skin was tattooed with various complex and magnificent charms.
"hiss!"
Wen Yi felt that his head hurt like being pricked by needles.
The desire to win that had finally calmed down was soaring, making her feel extremely desperate. Her clear and beautiful peach blossom eyes were gradually covered by a layer of gray mist and lost their luster.