Beast

The autumn face with fiery red eyes is floating in the air holding a bright red flower umbrella, and her graceful figure is wrapped in a pure red silk cloth.

She is indeed a beauty whose appearance belies her beauty.

Wearing a fur skirt with a broken hem, her legs are slightly curled up, and her skin is white, which adds a certain amount of charm.

Hearing Wu Yang's obscene words, Qiu Yan was calm-minded, but at this time her delicate face was also full of anger.

However, her pupils were already red and she had used all her strength, but her situation was still precarious. The red shawl was a middle-grade magic weapon, but it could only barely resist nine feet of iron-green wood needles, and she needed help.

Qi Long resisted the yellow-haired old man's yellow-haired attack.

It is very likely that it will not be able to withstand the next blow from the wooden needle.

Qiu Yan has not yet become a fire-like body, but her pupils are red because of the use of secret techniques.

This secret technique is not about burning essence and blood, but a kind of Yuanyin secret technique called "Lian Yuanyan Jingmu". Only virgins who have not lost Yuanyin can practice it. After it is activated, the pupils will be as red as fire.

Flame Crystal, if used for too long, it will damage your cultivation.

After cultivating "Love Origin Flame Crystal Eyes" to perfection, wherever the flaming crystal-like pupils look, everything is a sea of ​​fire, and the essence of the yin is also very strange.

Qiu Yan's practice of "Lian Yuan Yan Jing Mu" is only a small success. It can be used to enhance her strength and is rarely used. In the past, every time she activated this Yuan Yin secret technique, she could save the day. However, this time she was unable to reverse the defeat and could not even protect her.

life.

Angry in his heart, he sneered coldly, "Which mummy in a wild grave came here to talk obscenely? If you want to show your obscenity, you can find another wild grave."

The red silk has turned bright red, and the same is true for the flames ignited by the silk. The burning air made a crazy crackling sound. It lingered and turned very softly, and when it collided with many iron-green wood needles,

, suddenly showed the potential to explode, and a large ball of flame burst out.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Yin Hong's attack was weak at first, and then exploded, but the nine wooden needles that emitted an iron-blue light still had the upper hand.

The speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to see where the wooden needles were. The angle of the piercing was very tricky. When it hit the red silk, it was not damaged. Even the extremely hot flames could damage the nine iron-green wooden needles.

The nine iron-green wooden needles are Wu Yang's magic weapon.

It is a medium-grade magic weapon. It is Wuyang's natal magic weapon. It is made of thousand-year-old green steel wood. It is hard and sharp and is not inferior to the earth magic weapon or the earth magic weapon.

The most bizarre thing is that the Iron Green Wooden Needle has the power to directly attack the vitality.

The Iron Green Wood Needle is a middle-grade magic weapon. If it pierces a tree, it will leave a small hole. Then the tree will turn into fly ash, because its vitality has been almost destroyed and it can no longer exist in the state of a tree.

This is the power of this set of Iron Green Wooden Needles.

It has the power to destroy life and cannot cause damage to the magic weapon. However, it is a great threat to the monks.

Being stabbed is not just a small hole. Your vitality is damaged, your strength is damaged, and the injury is difficult to recover from.

Hearing Qiu Yan's sarcasm, Wu Yang's eyes became brighter and brighter, flashing fiercely, and he said with a stern smile, "A beauty like you can't be let go even after death, hehe!"

The nine iron-green wooden needles swallowed up the iron-green sharp edges, covering Qiu Yan's body everywhere, and pierced fiercely.

However, Qi Long looked extremely ugly and manipulated a fire rope of more than ten feet to fight against the yellow-haired old man's yellow ball bombardment. He had already wrapped the Yang Refining Fire around the fire rope and used all his strength. However, his strength was no match for that of the yellow-haired old man.

The gap was quite large. If Qiu Yan hadn't resisted some of the attacks, Qi Long would have probably been dead at this time.

Qiu Yan's strength is weaker than Wu Yang's, and Qi Long's strength is far weaker than that of the yellow-haired old man.

There is not an overwhelming gap in strength between the two monks at the Spiritual Realm, and they cannot provide any assistance to the monks at the Reality Realm.

Qiu Yan and Qi Long were completely at a disadvantage, and it was extremely difficult to escape.

"What, I'm isolated?"

Qiu Yan was shocked. She had just sent a message to the leader of the supplementary record, but when she was restored, all the monks in the Realization Realm within a thousand miles of her were restrained, and the monks further away were rushing to rescue everywhere. They may have been

It's too late.

Moreover, the monks from the other tribe were also approaching very quickly, less than a thousand miles away from her.

If a monk who has become a monk uses escape skills to rush there, the distance will be too far and he will fall into weakness and will not be able to solve the life crisis.

Qiu Yan couldn't help but feel desperate. She didn't know how long she could resist. No matter how angry she was, it was hard to change the situation. She secretly didn't understand why she was isolated.

Perhaps it was just that he was weak and was at a disadvantage when encountering the old mummy, so he became isolated.

But why did the other monk still come? Is it just to prevent other monks from rescuing him?

Qiu Yan was extremely anxious, her life was at stake, "Where is Yang Qing, is he still at the burning place, can he come, is it too late!"

"Boohoo!"

The sound of iron-green wooden needles flying through the air at extremely fast speeds rang in my ears.

Qiu Zi was not sure whether he would stab her in the body next moment. There was no other way. His anxious consciousness sent a message, "Yang Qing, save me!" However, she knew that Yang Qing was for physical training and could not send a message.

, it is impossible to know where Yang Qing is, whether he is coming, and when he will arrive.

There is no expectation in my heart and I cannot guess.

"puff!"

Qiu Yan could only hope for this. The communication talisman in the Zi Mansion turned into debris, and many of the debris continued to burn.

…

Qiu Yan's anxious cry for help sounded in the Zi Mansion, and then it suddenly burst into flames.

Yang Qing woke up from his training in an instant. He knew that Qiu Yan was in deep danger of life. His figure suddenly flashed out of the shallow hole, his scale wings flapped angrily, and he turned into a gray horse and galloped according to the guidance of the communication talisman.

And go.

Yang Qing always remembered that he owed Qiuyan a favor, and now that Qiuyan was in trouble, he went to rescue her.

Since he would not risk his life for Qiu Yan, Qiu Yan could still ask for help from him, which meant that the opposing tribe monks could not crush Qiu Yan and could still barely resist. In this way, Yang Qing had full confidence in saving Qiu Yan and was confident that he could defeat the opposing tribe monks.

Qiu Yan was rescued from the attack by any of the monks in the middle stage of transformation.

However, he knew that if he went to rescue, the monks from the other tribe might also rush there.

He also knew that the monks from the other tribe who came to rescue him would not be very close to Qiuyan, otherwise Qiuyan would not have the rashness to fight with one of the two groups of monks who were so close to each other.

The competition at this time will be speed.

If you can get there first, you can completely leave the monks from the other tribe behind.

If he had arrived a step too late, he might have been the one who should have escaped.

"clank!"

A clearly audible chilling sound lingered around him.

"Boom!", the scaly wings broke through the air, and the blood-suppressing breath spread throughout the body. Yang Qing had already used all his speed.

The speed is as fast as a gray thunderbolt.

If it weren't for a monster or divine beast that was very good at speed, it would be difficult for a monk in the middle stage of realization to match Yang Qing's speed.

…

"Little lady, it is said that if you practice the secret technique of Yuan Yin, Yuan Yin will become more and more strange. Hehe. This is the first time I have encountered it. I will taste it carefully in a while. If I can break through to the late stage of transformation, that will be called

What a match made in heaven.”

Wu Yang smiled fiercely. He had been fighting for such a long time but failed to achieve success with his attacks. He was extremely annoyed.

Jian Qiuyan's pupils were always fiery red. Wu Yang guessed that she was not activating the method of burning essence and blood, but also guessed that her Yuan Yin had not been lost. It could be speculated that she was activating the Yuan Yin secret technique, and her words were obscene and somewhat disturbing.

The reason for being greedy for her beauty is also to make her angry with words, thus exposing her flaws.

Qi Long resisted with great difficulty. Sensing the serious danger of his life, his face became ferocious and twisted, and he scolded, "Old mummy, how did your mother give birth to such a thing like you back then? Could it be that your mother raised Zi Heche and became a child like you?"

you?"

"Boy, don't worry, I won't kill you now. I'll let you see how I enjoy having sex with this little beauty!"

Wu Yang's stern smile deepened, his eyes staring at Qiu Yan's bright white skin, and the same livid tongue, licking his livid lips.

The yellow-haired old man didn't interrupt. Although he secretly hated Wu Yang, he was still very happy to see Qiu Yan, who had broken through to the middle stage of transformation before him, being spoken to obscenely.

The nearly one hundred Dingling Realm monks fighting in the mountains and forests have already suffered a large number of casualties, both fleeing and pursuing, all over a radius of more than ten miles.

Most of the monks who died in the Dingling realm came with Qiu Yan and the others.

In the fight between the Dingling Realm monks, there was a huge gap. The Dingling Realm monks who were traveling with Qiu Yan and the other two were very desperate.

Whenever there is a chance to escape, he will never stop.

Participating in tribal conflicts is to cultivate resources, and no one is willing to risk their lives for it.

Qiu Yan's cheeks have turned pale, and she can't hold on to the secret technique of activating the Yuan Yin for too long. She has reached her limit by resisting the nine iron green wood needles and resisting the yellow ball attack for Qi Long. Maybe if she stops and realizes it, her realm will be better.

promoted.

But my life is about to be at risk, so there is no room to realize it.

At this moment, Qiu Yan secretly regretted it. There was no one in the direction of the burning place, not even a black spot, which made her feel that Yang Qing would not come, or that he arrived too late. If she had known that this would happen, she should not have chosen it back then.

To practice Yuanyin Secret Technique, but to select a Taoist companion based on beauty and qualifications, perhaps the situation at this time is completely different.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

At this moment, among the Dingling Realm monks fighting in the mountains and forests, three magical flying swords suddenly burst out of the ground.

It was Qiu Yan who was attacked.

Three of the monks led by Wu Yang, who were approaching the final stage of Dingling, launched their own attacks.

Normally, such an attack would not pose any threat to Qiu Yan.

But at this moment, three magical flying swords attacked, aiming directly at her life!

Qiu Yan knew that her life was about to be lost here. Once she was injured, she would be completely unable to resist, but she would not give up like this. The iron green wooden needle could not be stained, so she had no choice but to not defend the three magical flying swords.

"Peng!"

Three magical flying swords struck Qiu Yan's plump back almost simultaneously.

The bright red flower umbrella and bright red silk shawl protect the head and resist the nine iron-green wood needles.

"Hmph", Qiu Yan let out a painful groan, and blood rushed to her throat. Even though the Qiu skirt was a magical robe, it could not completely defend against the impact of the three magical flying swords.

The fur skirt was not punctured, but she was slightly injured by the impact.

At this point, minor injuries can be fatal.

Wu Yang and the yellow-haired old man both showed smiles, and Wu Yang's serious expression increased sharply.

Qi Long was desperate.

Qiu Yan was desperate. There was no human figure in the sky in the direction of the burning place, but in the other direction, there seemed to be several black spots.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The three magical flying swords retreated about half a foot before attacking again, inflicting further serious injuries.

However, the three magic flying swords suddenly lost their strength and became crooked.

"Boohoo!"

Only then did three sharp sounds break through the air.

Three arrows that came from the mountains and forests cracked the heads of the three Ding Ling late-stage Ding Ling monks.

Yao Yue Gong let out a mournful cry, cracks appeared, and Yang Qing, who looked extremely strange and had a violent aura, had entered within ten miles of Qiu Yan from the mountains and forests.

In response to the three exploding heads, the four reality monks present all spotted Yang Qing who looked like a gray horse! (To be continued...)