The arrival of Song Hansheng undoubtedly alleviated Ye Qiao's situation of losing ground.
The arrival of these two descendants made the demon saint's eyebrows slightly raised, and she cursed "trash" in a cool tone.
He couldn't even watch a person, and he was released.
The two of them were in the late stage of golden elixir and the other in the middle stage of foundation building. The only one who could resist the demonic saint was Song Hansheng. The young man made secrets with his fingertips to avoid the attacks that were pursuing them. He used formations at his feet one after another.
Ye Qiao kept covering for him.
Two black marbles were shot from his fingertips and hit the demon saint who was approaching Song Hansheng. They were the magic weapons that Ye Qiao had stolen from the demon clan. They were very powerful and the beads were too small to be noticeable. Two of them came down.
She actually got hit.
The demon girl's attack movement suddenly stopped, and she felt a throbbing pain in her abdomen.
She raised her eyes, and the more she looked, the more familiar the magic weapon that Ye Qiao threw was. Her face turned slightly cold, "You righteous disciples, why have you caused such a disaster?"
She remembered why the things Ye Qiao took out looked familiar, and why their demon clan's treasure house had lost many magic weapons for no reason before.
The person who co-authored this story, named Ye Qiao, not only pretended to be her, but also brought local specialties along with her.
Do you really think that the magical weapons of their demon clan are so easy to get?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and the girl became more vicious in her attacks. She was going to kill Song Hansheng, who had the highest level of cultivation first, but the opponent's formations kept harassing her one after another. As a result, Ye Qiao was not caught, but was consumed until now.
Green vines emerged from the ground and suddenly hit Song Hansheng hard. The Vajra Talisman was completely gone. The Talisman cultivator was different from the Sword Cultivator. Once he was hit at close range, he could not get hit. His internal organs felt like they were being displaced.
My mind went blank for a moment.
Song Hansheng slowed down a step, the fire-controlling talisman ignited and he managed to avoid the vines. He flew into the air and was violently thrown away and fell to the edge of the cliff not far away. The demon saint's eyebrows turned cold and she struck down again with a palm.
She changed her mind.
It doesn't matter whether he is caught or not, just leave one alive to negotiate with those five sects.
The rest of those annoying little righteous sheep have absolutely no need to exist.
The difference in cultivation level was too great. If Zhou Xingyun was here, he might still be able to try to fight, but Fu Xiu had no one to protect him and was destined to be slaughtered. The moment Song Hansheng was about to fall to the bottom of the cliff, he held on to the edge with one hand, his face expressionless.
Very white.
There is a bottomless cliff bottom, and there is only one way to die if you fall.
He wants to live.
Ye Qiao, who was not far away from him, cursed secretly when she saw this scene. She was actually okay. At most, she was beaten a little badly. With Xiao Qi secretly reminding the opponent of the attack position, she could still manage not to be too passive.
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Who would have thought that she would stop fighting him and attack Song Hansheng instead.
Ye Qiao hurriedly rushed over and grabbed him. Under Song Hansheng's extremely stunned gaze, he said, "Quick, quick, come up!"
However, in the next second, no one could escape. They were hit hard by the merciless palm of the demon saint and fell to the bottom of the cliff.
There was silence outside.
"Holy shit."
Somewhat sighing: "I found out that I had misunderstood Ye Qiao before, and she actually held Song Hansheng back."
"I've been watching the competition for so long, and Ye Qiao has actually always been quite polite. He just wants to play around, and he can only trick the enemy sect, and the righteous disciples don't even bother to use such despicable means to risk their lives."
Disciples of the righteous path are naturally open-minded and aboveboard.
The great road forgets love, but it is not heartless.
"Any time Ye Qiao rubs Song Hansheng a little bit, he will fall off. The two of them still have a lot of grudges. In addition to the sect competition, Song Hansheng is a big threat. If it were me, I might not be as decisive as her."
But Ye Qiao caught him without hesitation.
"Next, I'm going to name a personal descendant who understands everything."
"Let me ask you a question, can they still survive if they fall? Yuanying's palm is not light. If there is no elixir, people will really die."
"It's hard to say. The bottom of this cliff is called a dirty place, where all kinds of evil things can breed. It's rare to see a monk survive after falling."
The competition site was already in a mess, and everyone was talking about anything. Some even shouted, "I'm afraid the whole army of the cultivation world will be wiped out this time." This caused a lot of panic, so much so that they went to the back to ask the Sword Sect.
It was only after the sect leader came forward that he was forcibly suppressed.
Seeing Song Hansheng fall, Yunhen, who had been motionless all this time, suddenly stood up, looking unusually anxious and unable to sit still, "When can we go in and save people?"
That was his chief disciple, the one he was most proud of. Watching the two of them fall helplessly had a huge impact on all the elders.
Qin Fanfan was also anxious, stretched out his hand to grab Cheng Feng Sect's clothes, and his tone became colder: "With so many personal descendants in it, you Cheng Feng Sect has been studying magic weapons for so many years, but you can't even open a secret realm?"
The elder of Chengfeng Sect's face turned green and white, and his disciples were also inside. The two weapon cultivators had no ability to protect themselves. If Ye Qiao hadn't saved people before, something might have happened now.
Therefore, it was not easy for him to quarrel with Qin Fanfan. At least Ye Qiao saved his family's inheritance.
His face was gloomy, and he could only get angry at Yunhen, "There has never been a situation where someone took away the Origin Pearl in so many years! How could it be possible to forcefully open the secret realm in such a short time?"
There was chaos outside the venue, and there was also chaos at the elders' table and the sect chairman. The atmosphere was weird and full of depression. The elder of Wenjian Sect looked solemn and sighed slightly, signaling for them to calm down:
"After such a long time, there are not a few direct descendants who have been ruined halfway through the world of cultivation. Let's be cautious."
If possible, they don't want anything to happen to any of their disciples, which would be a huge loss to the world of cultivation.
"It's not your disciple who got into trouble." Qin Fanfan was also frantic, and his little disciple was different.
The cultivation world attaches great importance to talents, especially spiritual roots. Ye Qiao's spiritual roots are one of the few that are of a heavenly quality. Three cultivations plus a heavenly quality. If anything happens to her, the world of cultivation will be shaken up.
Elder Duan managed to remain calm, "Look at the other sects. Their image stones are also broken now."
What happened after the fall was completely out of the picture.
Qin Fanfan took a deep breath and could only hope that the child would be smarter and survive with Song Hansheng until they could save others.
Ye Qiao, who was not aware of the turmoil caused outside, the moment she and Song Hansheng fell down, the mustard seed bag they had obtained earlier came into play.
The defensive weapon was an umbrella. After unfolding it, she grasped the handle of the umbrella and pulled Song Hansheng along the way. The two of them fell at a high speed, but then the speed slowed down, and finally landed safely on the ground slowly.
No danger.
Ye Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. She was sure of herself if she dared to catch Song Hansheng. With so many mustard seed bags in hand, there was basically no big problem.
He fell rapidly from the bottom of the cliff, and his spiritual energy was completely swallowed up by the miasma at the bottom of the cliff. Song Hansheng did not know how to wield a sword, and he did not have any magic weapon to defend himself. If Ye Qiao hadn't caught him in time and landed smoothly with a magic weapon when he fell, the result of the fall would have been bones.
No existence.
Song Hansheng's back was covered with a layer of cold sweat. Looking at Ye Qiao who was walking in front of him to open the way, the young man felt a lingering fear. He had just come back from the edge of life and death. His tone was a little dazed, and he said slowly for a long time: "Ye Qiao."
"Thanks."
"..."
Ye Qiao, who was looking at the surroundings, turned back and raised his eyebrows slightly. How could Song Hansheng, who wanted to raise his nostrils to look at people, still say thank you?
"It's okay, you helped me just now." She replied while using the bamboo shoot to clear the way.
Song Hansheng pursed his lips, followed her pace, and elaborated: "I thought you wouldn't save me just now." He was so shocked that he couldn't recover.
Not only did the two of them talk about the big competition, they also had grudges in the small secret realm. Song Hansheng never expected that she would come over.
If Ye Qiao hesitated even a little, he would fall down and end up being shattered to pieces.
Ye Qiao thought for a while, "When I fought with that demon saint just now, you didn't have to choose not to."
Since Song Hansheng did not choose to escape, Ye Qiao naturally could not watch him fall.
It was a rare meeting between the two without any sarcasm. Song Hansheng remembered the magic weapon she used to hold him, and casually asked, "Where did you get this umbrella?"
The Changming Sect probably didn’t have the money to buy the magic weapon, or did Ye Qiao spend a huge amount of money to buy it himself?
Ye Qiao was stunned: "Oh."
"Are you talking about this?" She shook it, "I found it in Duan Hengdao's mustard bag."
Shen Ziwei's mustard seed bag and Ye Qiao returned it to him when he left, but Duan Hengdao's bag was not given to her yet. She planned to return it when they rescued the people. Who would have thought that before she could return it to them, she would talk to Song Hansheng
Got to this damn place.
Song Hansheng: "..."
He was silent for a moment, and accurately found his own from the mustard seed bag Ye Qiao was carrying. He pointed at the mustard seed bags and said word by word: "So, you went to steal something again?"
Ye Qiao smiled: "Don't say that, you can't get it even if I don't take it."
It was heartbreaking, but Song Hansheng had nothing to say. If Ye Qiao hadn't gotten so many mustard bags, he would have died at the bottom of such a bottomless cliff.
There were clouds of black mist all around. Ye Qiao could feel that the mist was trying to penetrate into people's bodies and eat away at the spiritual energy in their Dantian. After a while, she felt a little tired and frowned: "This mist will
Devour the spiritual energy in the body."
Song Han cursed in a low voice, full of disgust: "What the hell is this place?"
The sound of dripping water was full of filth. Song Han sounded a little depressed, with a hint of disgust in his tone: "I will never come to this kind of ghost place for the second time in my life."
Dirty, cold, and eerie.
How could there be a place like this in a secret realm?
Ye Qiao ignored his beeping and observed the mist flowing around. He fumbled with the defensive magic weapon in Duan Hengdao's mustard bag. After figuring out how to use it, he started it manually. The two of them were back to back, covered by a protective layer.
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"How long can this kind of magic weapon last?" Ye Qiao has not studied the magic weapon.
Song Hansheng took a look and made a rough estimate, curled his lips, and said disdainfully: "A quarter of an hour. Those useless direct descendants of the Chengfeng Sect, who have studied so many defensive magic weapons, are only at this level."
"..." Ye Qiao suddenly felt that there was a reason why Song Hansheng could offend every sect member equally.
This was the time when the two of them were in the most harmonious state, but this harmony could not last long. The magic weapon shattered for a moment, and the mist gathered again and rushed towards them, scrambling to be the first to swallow them all up.
Song Hansheng had been prepared for a long time. The formation he had set up in advance was activated, covering the two of them inside, isolating most of the attacks. He thought it was safe, but he didn't know that after a while, the slender spider silk suddenly moved towards the formation.
The barrier was struck down.
Ye Qiao: "F*ck."
The eight-legged spider's eyes were blood red, staring at the two of them faintly, like a ferocious beast that was quietly hunting and would pounce on them in the next second.
After Ye Qiao experienced the ugly monster in the Nascent Soul stage, it could no longer disgust her. "Why is there something under the cliff?"
Rolling evil spirits and all kinds of evil things.
Song Hansheng was not like her who was skipping classes all day long. Her voice was faint and she spoke very quickly: "There is it in every secret place, and this kind of evil energy gathers at the bottom of the cliff for these things to survive."
This kind of evil thing can only grow in places like the bottom of cliffs. If Ye Qiao didn't have so many mustard seed bags passed down from the Bishui Sect, which contained elixirs that could replenish spiritual energy, then the only outcome waiting for them would be no bones left.
Song Hansheng really couldn't help but sigh, she was really coquettish, who stole things and stole mustard bags, the key really came in handy, but if someone else came to save him today, the two of them would end up waiting to die together.
As the two walked, they saw many scattered bones along the way.
Song Hansheng quickened his pace, "We have to find a way to get out."
Otherwise, their ending will only be the same as those piles of bones.
Ye Qiao pondered for a moment, "Let me try to control the sword."
After she finished speaking, she threw the bamboo shoot on the ground, adjusted her posture and stood up, and soon the stick flew up.
Ye Qiao's eyes lit up and just when he was about to ask Song Hansheng to come up with him, he suddenly started to lose control halfway and was thrown off halfway.
Ye Qiao threw the ground in embarrassment and made a human figure.
She whined in pain and lay on the ground to calm down for a moment. OK, sure enough, Yujian couldn't fly up.
If it could really fly up, I'm afraid the owners of those skeletons would have gone out long ago.
Song Han said disdainfully: "If you can't control it, let me do it."
He also began to imitate Ye Qiao skillfully. He stretched out his hand to find a flying magic weapon from Duan Hengdao's mustard bag, put it on his body, and tried to get out from under the cliff.
In the end, Song Hansheng, who fell down in the same way as Ye Qiao, also calmed down: "Magical weapons and swords are not good, do we have to fly up ourselves?"