In Zhang Ruochen's Qi Sea, one of the soul swords flew out from between his eyebrows.
"Wow!"
The sword energy was strong and sharp, and the light tore through the darkness, pushing away Bai Qing'er's finger that was pressed between his eyebrows. Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen regained his freedom and immediately moved out to distance himself from the witch.
At the same time, an ear-splitting tiger howl sounded.
The golden light behind Zhang Ruochen flashed, and the Golden White Tiger appeared. The divine power in his body poured out like sea water, and turned into dense threads and poured into Zhang Ruochen's body, becoming one with him.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's power increased greatly. He breathed out divine mist, his skin burned with divine fire, and the power fluctuations he erupted were not weaker than those of a demigod.
Facing a powerful enemy like Bai Qing'er, Zhang Ruochen must go all out, and the Golden Burial White Tiger also lends his divine power to him to the greatest extent.
However, Bai Qing'er's injuries were more serious than Zhang Ruochen imagined.
After being injured by the evil sword, her body fell to the ground with her long hair scattered, her clothes disheveled, and she didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Bai Qing'er looked at her bloody fingers and said, "What a powerful sword, what a weird sword power. What kind of power is this?"
Zhang Ruochen said nothing, just stared at her quietly.
It was necessary to see clearly whether she was really seriously injured, or whether she was pretending to be weak to induce him to take action.
This enchantress has many tricks up her sleeves, so Zhang Ruochen has to be careful.
The space in the huge stone building is extremely dark, cold, and profound. There is an ancient spirit permeating it, and there are dense Taoist locks distributed in the air.
The rules of heaven and earth here are different from those elsewhere. With Zhang Ruochen's eyesight, he can only see things within ten feet.
Such a harsh and strange environment, and the thought of Fei Zhong's puppet body that he had lost contact with, made Zhang Ruochen feel uneasy and always felt that danger was everywhere.
"Shen Yuan."
Zhang Ruochen grabbed it with his empty hand and shouted.
The hands were empty, with no trace of Shen Yuan's ancient sword.
"Um?"
Zhang Ruochen had a strange look in his eyes and shouted again: "Shen Yuan, come out."
There is still no sword in his hand.
Bai Qing'er sat against the wall, coughing lightly, like a fairy flower that was about to wither, and just stared at Zhang Ruochen quietly, with confused eyes, not knowing what he was doing.
Zhang Ruochen searched carefully on his body, but found nothing.
His heart suddenly sank.
not good.
The sword is lost!
When did you lose it?
Zhang Ruochen thought about it carefully, not missing any detail. Finally, his eyes fell on Bai Qing'er. Yes, this witch was the only one who had close contact with him.
Only with her cultivation level can she take away Shen Yuan's ancient sword without anyone noticing.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Give me the sword back."
Bai Qing'er sneered disdainfully, thinking that Zhang Ruochen was extremely ridiculous. A great sage actually lost his soldiers, and he didn't even know where they were lost.
Zhang Ruochen couldn't sense the breath of Shen Yuan's ancient sword, and felt that it must have been suppressed by Bai Qing'er, so he took out the Wujin Zhan Tianzhu and said solemnly: "What do you want to steal from me, Shen Yuan? Do you think you can do it with a sword?" , can you make me compromise?"
Bai Qing'er didn't bother to explain to him and said, "You are now my slave. As a master, why should I steal your sword? What's yours is mine."
Zhang Ruochen said: "The three-month period has long passed. Should you lose the bet between us?"
Bai Qing'er's face was pale, and the original light on her body had long dimmed. She looked like a weak mortal woman. She smiled sadly: "What's the point of us fighting here? The Nine Elements of Wuma have become gods. This huge stone building, We may not be able to stop him. Once he breaks through the entrance and breaks in, we will all die."
Zhang Ruochen said: "Return the sword to me first."
Bai Qing'er was extremely speechless, her chest with astonishing outline heaved violently, and said: "I am not even interested in the supreme holy weapon on your body, so what should I do with your sword?"
Zhang Ruochen fell into deep thought and nodded slightly, believing Bai Qing'er's words.
Could it be that Shen Yuan's ancient sword was just lost like this?
Zhang Ruochen had never encountered such a ridiculous thing, and it was extremely difficult to accept it, so he said: "Open the entrance of the huge stone building, I want to go out."
"Are you going out to find death?" Bai Qing'er said coldly.
Zhang Ruochen was very worried about the safety of Granny Haitang and A Le, and said: "I have my own way to deal with Wu Ma Jiu Xing."
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"Monster, what monster?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
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A strange cry came from behind.
The sound is not loud, but it contains terrible demonic properties and can affect the monk's mind and emotions.
Just hearing such a sound from a distance made Zhang Ruochen upset, and all kinds of negative emotions surged.
Fortunately, he had refined a lot of divine star souls. The holy souls were powerful, and coupled with the mysterious state of mind of "the sea embraces all rivers and encompasses all things", he soon cleared away distracting thoughts and his emotions returned to clarity and tranquility.
"Follow me, my friend is faster."
Zhang Ruochen grabbed Ji Fanxin's slender wrist with his backhand and pulled her up to fly together. The two of them, with their clothes fluttering and their movements graceful and freehand, were like a couple of gods and gods, flying down on the back of the Golden Burial White Tiger.
Until then, Zhang Ruochen was surprised to find that there was a delicate and charming figure sitting on the back of the gold-buried white tiger. It was not Bai Qing'er.
Previously, I was only focused on escaping, so how could I have time to pay attention to this witch?
When did she sit on the back of the Golden Burial White Tiger?
Just like that, the three of them rode away quickly.
Zhang Ruochen was sandwiched between the two women, with fragrant and warm jade in front and behind. Strangely, they each transformed into each other's appearance. Such a dangerous situation gave Zhang Ruochen a sense of illusion.
Zhang Ruochen struck first, mobilized all his strength, pressed forward with one palm, and hit Bai Qing'er's vest.
"Wow!"
Bai Qing'er's long hair was flying, the aura of chaos appeared on her back, and her body seemed to have disappeared.
Zhang Ruochen's extremely strong palm was like being thrust into a whirlpool and being pulled by the energy of chaos.
Finally, his weak palms pressed against Bai Qing'er's vest.
The palm of her hand seemed to be stuck to Bai Qing'er's back, and she pushed forward, like a stone sinking into the sea, and all the power was sucked into her body. He pulled his hand back, but couldn't pull his arm.
Bai Qing'er didn't look back and said: "It's the aura of the Earth Demon Bird. The power fluctuation it erupts is much more powerful than that of the False God Mo Yun Yun. Only by joining forces can we have a chance to survive. Are you sure that you have to commit suicide now?" Kill each other?"
"As expected, you have been acting all this time, and your injury is not that serious at all." Zhang Ruochen said.
Zhang Ruochen secretly sighed in his heart. When fighting against Bai Qing'er, a demon girl, he really couldn't be careless, otherwise he would definitely fall into her scheme.
However, he should have thought of it earlier.
"If Bai Qing'er was really injured and didn't even have the strength to stand up, how could she still be able to maintain the art of transformation? It has long since changed back to its original appearance.
Of course, at this moment, both women put away their transformation skills and transformed into their own appearance.
"Put away your magical powers and fight against the enemy together."
Zhang Ruochen sensed the strange sound from behind and got closer. The sound waves of the Tiandao Flute were suppressing it weaker and weaker. It would be of no benefit to anyone if he and Bai Qing'er continued to stalemate.
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