The thick white fog gradually spread to the entrance of the village, and Jia Fei felt that the demonic power in his body was being sucked away by the air little by little.
But no matter how much she burns her demonic power and infuses her blue-light Dharma Eyes, she still can't tell who is behind the white mist.
A pair of green flames gradually dimmed.
Seeing the white mist seeming slow but urgent, surrounding Jia Fei as if stretching out a hand, she realized that only when she looked up close did she realize that the white mist was composed of extremely small white thorns.
It will automatically absorb the demon power.
She stamped her feet hard and tried to jump out, but the roof was almost collapsed by her, but she couldn't jump out of the white mist, and was restrained by it intuitively.
The pair of blue lights were completely extinguished, and Jia Fei wanted to retain his demonic power.
"Asshole! I am also a great demon in disguise!"
He told me to take care of Zhuangzi and the sparrows!
There are two flying needles hidden in his hand, but facing this vast white mist composed of small thorns, I don’t know who is behind it. Who will the two flying needles attack?
She reached into the brocade bag and suddenly found that the golden light blade inside was darting left and right, breaking several clay figurines around it.
Why did it have such a big reaction?
Jia Fei finally overcame his inner discomfort and took out the small shovel from the brocade bag.
As soon as the golden light blade came out of the kit, it made a "click" sound all over the body, and the white light shone brightly against the small thorns all over the sky.
"Woo!"
In an instant, all the small thorns disintegrated and turned into powder, forming a thinner mist that enveloped the entire Qingluo Village.
But after a few breaths, the white mist completely disappeared, the sky became bright again, and the snowflakes began to fall again.
Huo Yazi, who was walking halfway, suddenly found that the green light of the Spiritual Tribulation Sword in his hand was extinguished.
This, this, this...
He started spinning around in circles, not daring to take a step forward anymore, muttering something in a low voice:
"Golden finger...golden finger..."
Then suddenly a faint white mist appeared, but in an instant the white mist completely dissipated.
At the same time, the Spiritual Tribulation Sword in his hand pointed in the direction of Zhuangkou again and released green light.
The veteran began to hesitate.
Should you go or not?
This golden finger seems to have poor contact. What should I do if the chain falls off at a critical moment?
At this moment, on the roof of the ancestral hall, the blue light in Jia Fei's eyes ignited again, and she finally saw it.
An old lady dressed in white with white hair, leaning on a silver crutch, stood on the snowy ground more than a hundred feet away in front of the village.
Oh...
Jia Fei suddenly realized who he thought he was. It turned out to be an old hedgehog spirit.
Now that she has a target, it's easier to handle. She holds a golden blade in one hand and two flying needles hidden in the other.
At the same time, he secretly injected demon power into the two flying needles, ready to shoot out at any time.
Jia Fei's cultivation level is that of wood, and his eyesight is very good. He saw the old lady more than a hundred feet away, with a decrepit appearance.
When she first saw her, she looked quite dignified and kind, but in an instant her eyes were as wide as copper bells, and the corners of her mouth gradually raised, salivating, staring greedily at the golden blade in Jia Fei's hand.
"My baby! Give it back to me!"
The old lady roared as if she had lost control and rushed towards Jia Fei.
Jia Fei was secretly on guard, but he didn't know that the white light on the opposite side flashed away, and when it flashed again, the old lady in white was already close to him.
For him, a distance of more than a hundred feet is within an instant.
Jia Fei's pupils suddenly dilated, he jumped into the air and flew backwards, while instinctively throwing out the flying needle in his hand.
"Pah! Pah!"
The two flying needles hit the old lady's eyes at the same time, accurately hitting her pupils, but they passed through them as if they were hitting the air.
Spirit?
Yuanshen!
The Great Demon of Yuanshen Realm!
Jia Fei's heart sank and he quickly recalled the flying needle.
The old lady in white didn't care, her eyes just stared crazily at the golden blade in Jia Fei's hand.
Jia Fei saw this in his eyes, and tightened his right hand on the golden blade with a little more strength, ready to raise his body to protect him at any time.
"Bao'er! Finally found you!"
The old lady reached out and made a move, and the golden blade seemed to be summoned. It broke away from Jia Fei's right hand and flew towards the old lady in white with a "whoosh" sound.
Jia Fei was horrified when he saw it. How could a spirit body control the physical magic weapon in my hand?
Are you still being unreasonable?
Moreover, this thing was originally stored in a brocade bag. How can I explain to the Great Bird Immortal if I lose it?
Jia Fei, who was sweeping backwards, clenched his silver teeth, turned from leaning back to leaning forward, and chased after him with the golden light blade.
"Hey! My baby, I finally found you."
The golden light blade was getting closer and closer to the old lady, and the corners of the old lady's mouth raised in white, growing wider and wider until they were beyond the range of ordinary people.
"Evil and bold!"
Suddenly there was another loud shout in the sky.
Between Jia Fei and the old lady in white, a ray of light suddenly passed through them quickly.
"Cang!"
There was a metallic collision sound that hit the soul directly, and the golden light blade was knocked away diagonally.
Jia Fei had quick eyesight and quick hands. She tilted her head and the golden blade barely grazed her cheek, cutting off a strand of her black hair.
Immediately afterwards, her graceful figure was completely stretched and opened, and she grabbed the golden blade again with a move of flying to the sky and holding the moon, and then put it into the treasure bag without hesitation.
When the golden blade was put into the bag, it seemed to be still losing its temper. After smashing all the clay dolls next to it, it huddled in the corner and buzzed and trembled, as if it was sulking.
Jia Fei completed this series of actions in the midst of lightning and flint, but did not notice that the strand of black hair she had cut off fell on the steps at the entrance of the ancestral hall.
She turned her head and looked to the side, and saw a young, unfamiliar man standing outside the courtyard at some point. He was dressed in black, and his whole body was clean and tidy, giving him a vague sense of being free from the secular world.
The man made a move with his right hand, and cold light flashed in the air again.
Jia Fei's sharp eyes saw a sword as bright as autumn water in the air, making an arc and flying back to the man's hand.
Fairy Sword.
The man held the sword in his hand and hurriedly looked at it carefully, and his heart suddenly felt like a knife.
There was a big gap in the blade of the sword, and a layer of sword light flowed like water on the surface of the sword, making it tremble and groan.
"You are so bold and evil, you will die!"
Jia Fei felt a strong spiritual energy wave coming from his side, and the flying sword with a surface flowing like water was raised high again and struck at the old lady in white quickly.
From a long distance away, Jia Fei felt a sharp sword intent coming towards him like a monstrous wave.
But the old lady in white didn't care. She showed her back and rushed towards him, as if she wanted to snatch her treasure bag.
"Give me back my treasure!"
The old lady in white bared her teeth and roared in a hiss, her kindness and kindness no longer the same as when she first appeared.
Seeing the flying sword slash down in the air, it was about to kill the old lady and Jia Fei together.
The fierce sword intent forced Jia Fei to look directly at him.
It’s over!
She felt cold in her heart, she can no longer protect your banker and the sparrows.
She resisted the strong energy of the sword, closed her eyes and waited for the sword to fall.
But he didn't see the silver crutch in the old lady's hand gently block back.
"Boom!"
What came to my ears was not the sound of metal colliding, but the sound of falling apart.
She opened her eyes and saw the old lady in white with her back to her, holding up a staff with one hand to block the flying sword, but the flying sword at this moment had broken into pieces.
Jia Fei had no time to think and hurriedly jumped out of the battle circle.
"The passing water!"
Seeing that his beloved thing had been broken into countless pieces, the young man in black let out a cry, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out several feet away, and he fell to the ground.
"Hey!"
The old lady in white smiled and put on the crutches again as if nothing had happened. She looked around the field. When she saw Jia Fei, she stared at the bag on her chest, showing her crazy and greedy look again.
At this moment, Jia Fei's heart has already sunk to the bottom. Although the old lady's soul is crazy, she can switch between reality and reality at will. This...
I'm afraid the Great Bird Immortal won't be able to save me in time this time.
The old lady in white made a sound of joy, and tried to pounce again, but unexpectedly, a group of black shadows came speeding towards her from the side.
She suddenly sensed something, and for a moment she ignored the kit on Jia Fei's body and hurriedly turned around and looked to the side.
The black shadow suddenly arrived with a "swish" sound, but the old lady in white grinned, as if she had met a long-time friend and lowered her guard.
"You too..."
The old lady had just finished speaking when a black shadow had easily passed through the crutches in front of her, and with a "pop", it had penetrated into the middle of the old lady's head in white, like a bullet shot into hot tofu, and then through the back of her head.
Drill out and bring out some spirit-like yellow and white things, which float and disappear in the air.
"...here it comes."
After the old lady in white uttered the second half of the sentence, she fell on her back.
Jia Fei looked carefully and saw that there was a snowflake in the black shadow, drawing a cheerful arc in the air and flying into the body of Mr. Vincent in a white shirt in the distance.
At this point, she felt relieved, and her feet softened and she almost fell to the ground.
