In Fuchen layman's memory, the female nun is a perfect Taoist companion.
Fate originated from a bloody hero saving a beauty, and then the two sides lived together for decades.
Even if the female nun betrayed Fuchen Layman in the end, he still made too many excuses for the female nun deep in his heart due to his infatuation.
What will happen to a weak woman who falls into the hands of such evil young men?
It is worthy of forgiveness for being hypocritical and submissive!
But now the aura of the female cultivator who was in the perfect elixir formation period was crushing her head.
Li Qingtong mourned for that layman in the dust.
The young master of the evil monk also opened his mouth in shock, a monk who has reached the perfect realm of pill formation!
Thinking of the things he had done, the young master of the evil monk... wanted to die!
The young master was actually very miserable at this moment, with blood pouring out from all over his body.
That scene was so terrifying.
It's a backlash!
The flag that originally existed in his hand also exploded into countless slag powder.
"You are not in the right state, please let me go. The water in the well does not interfere with the water in the river!" The cold voice gave goosebumps to all the foundation-building monks present.
It was as if there were countless cold, sharp long needles pricking the skin.
"A little lonely ghost dares to be so presumptuous in front of me...Behead!" At this moment, the female cultivator lost the gentleness and tenderness of Xiaojiabiyu, and she seemed to be a queen who was aloof and could not be offended!
Li Qingtong couldn't help but think of some restricted scenes in Fuchen Layman's memory.
Then he looked at the young master of the evil monk with the same feeling.
It is rare for two practitioners who were in a hostile state earlier to have a clear understanding of each other.
As soon as the word 'cut' came out of her mouth, a vicious black knife only as long as her middle finger was activated by the female cultivator.
It was not a magic weapon, but what was strange was that this knife came directly out of the female cultivator's flesh and blood.
The pain that needs to be endured is unimaginable to ordinary people.
This bloody and ferocious knife quickly grew in size under the urging of the female cultivator.
In just the blink of an eye, a sword with a ghost head full of patterns of gods and ghosts flew into the air and slashed towards the third-level ghost.
The latter screamed sharply.
All kinds of begging for mercy and all kinds of oaths came from the mouth of this third-level ghost.
It's a pity that the female cultivator was indifferent.
The face of the young master changed the most, and the other twelve female cultivators who formed a battle formation also looked horrified.
They all have a "festival" with this female cultivator who has reached the perfect state of the alchemy stage.
At this time, Li Qingtong no longer had the same kind of promiscuity as before when he was killing everyone.
He wished he could be a transparent invisible man so that no one could see him.
But this idea is just a wishful thinking.
Li Qingtong's mind was thinking rapidly about how to deal with it.
Facing a monk who has reached the perfect elixir formation stage, running... is definitely not an option!
Maybe he just started running here, and the next moment his body and head were separated.
A scene that shocked both Li Qingtong and the young master happened. Seeing that all kinds of begging for mercy were in vain, the evil ghost in the early stage of the third level was about to decisively self-destruct.
This is not a real method of death, but for a ghost who has just entered the early stage of the third level... the price is even worse than death.
The realm will directly drop to a big level.
The original cultivation level of the early third level will directly become the late second level.
The third-level early-stage ghost has turned into dozens or millions of netherworldly forces, and these silky-like forces are escaping in all directions.
As long as there is even a ray of escape, this third level powerful ghost is not really dead.
As long as dozens or hundreds of Nether Yin forces can escape and gather together, this Nether Soul Ghost will be able to have the strength of the Qi Refining Stage.
The more Nether Yin energy escapes, the more complete and powerful his re-condensed ghost body will be.
But the ultimate state can only be the second-stage late stage, and even perfection is impossible.
These are the prices to be paid.
Such a powerful life-saving method can only be understood by no more than one ten thousandth of all ghosts in the netherworld, and it is only one ten thousandth of the level of third-order ghosts!
However, such a powerful means of saving life was annihilated with one blow from the bloody knife with vicious lines and patterns!
This is a fundamental annihilation, leaving not the slightest trace.
It makes people feel a strange sense of confusion...that this third-level ghost has never appeared in the first place.
The young master was truly shocked, but Li Qingtong recognized the origin of this bloody murderous knife from this blow.
A magic weapon accidentally discovered by the Thirteenth Generation Patriarch of the Tianji Sect among the meteorites outside the sky... The Five Ghosts Seize the Luck Sword!
The most powerful thing about this thing is that it can steal other people's luck.
But this thing is really a magic weapon. Every full moon night, it needs endless living essence, energy, and divine essence to feed it.
Otherwise, it will surely backfire on its owner.
According to the memories Li Qingtong obtained, the magic weapons among these magic weapons have been banned by the thirteenth generation ancestor!
Li Qingtong looked extremely miserable after thinking about these contents.
Just with such a thought, the third-level early-stage ghost who also had magical means and was able to regain his freedom from the young master disappeared into thin air.
The female cultivator held the knife in her right hand and exhaled deeply.
Her complexion turned slightly flushed for a moment, as if she had just taken a tonic.
There are still fourteen people left in this area except for the female cultivators who have reached the perfect state of forming the elixir.
Now these fourteen people don't even dare to breathe.
The next moment, Li Qingtong almost cried.
Such a powerful female cultivator actually focused her attention on him without any discernment.
"Young man Zangfeng! He is an inconspicuous monk under the Butian Dao Sect, senior Jin An!" At this time, how could Li Qingtong dare to bear the status of a layman?
Isn't this a deliberate attempt to reveal the unbearable privacy of the female nun?
As a person with noble morals and pure character, how could Li Qingtong do such an unscrupulous thing?
He doesn’t know anything!
"These four words of heavenly secrets and treasures should be on your body? Hand over the things!" The current female cultivator's state is quite scary.
The beauty caused by her sweating profusely made Li Qingtong dare not take a closer look.
Because the female editor was carefully stroking the bloody murderous knife!
However, the aloof state maintained by the female cultivator was immediately broken by Li Qingtong's next cooperative method.
Even the young master of the evil monk took a breath of cold air.
I saw Li Qingtong taking off almost three hundred storage bags, spirit beast bags, spirit ghost bags and other space props from his waist one after another.
There are a lot of space props that can be worn around the waist and used as a piece of clothing. There are piles on the ground!
Even if 90% of them are the lowest level of one-foot space in the world of cultivation, these storage bags, spirit beast bags, and spirit ghost bags themselves are a staggering wealth.