Red Heart Survey

The thick fog couldn't block such a brilliant red light. At that time, Zhao Rucheng would get up from the ground, and the swarming wandering souls would almost overwhelm him.

And Du Yehu has arrived!

He didn't even need to move, being rushed by the strong energy and blood, the wandering souls nearby collapsed one after another.

Du Yehu was extremely straightforward, grabbed Zhao Rucheng by the collar, and carried him towards Ling He.

After eating the vicious claw of the resentful ghost, the elder brothers were all worried, but Zhao Rucheng didn't look injured at all, and shouted angrily: "Hey, hey, I can walk by myself!"

Du Yehu didn't care about it, and ran halfway, before throwing the noisy Zhao Rucheng to Linghe, turned around at the same time, and slammed the grieving ghost with his fist wrapped in strong energy and blood.

Let's not talk about Linghe Tengkong catching Zhao Rucheng, just talk about Du Yehu's fist.

Compared with the Ziqi Donglai Sword, his boxing skills are not good enough, even in the outer gate of the Taoist academy, he is quite neglected. But when he used it, it was extremely violent.

This punch is not looking for a gap, but is facing the huge claws of the grieving ghost, with force for force, attack for attack. The end is fierce and ruthless!

The iron fist was surrounded by the power of energy and blood, and it collided with the giant blue and black claws, and there was a stalemate for a while.

Just at this time, Jiang Wang had already passed by again, the sword light flashed, and the other eye of the ghost had been cut.

"withdraw!"

When Jiang Wang succeeded, he was far away, and Du Yehu also rushed back.

And the blind ghost became more and more violent, a pair of giant claws scratched wildly, stirring up strong winds all around.

When its offensive was a little tired, Jiang Wang turned up again, and the long sword drew a beautiful arc from the air, and floated on the right paw of the ghost like a fallen leaf, almost silently. But at the same time as it came into contact with the green and black sharp claws, it erupted with an unparalleled sharp howl!

The third method of Ziqi Donglai Sword Jue's Killing Method, the key lies in the benefits!

With just one strike, the ghost's right claw was severed.

Jiang Wang was relentless in fighting, and even started to retreat as soon as he drew his sword.

The resentful ghost lost his vision, and could only vent to the air in front of him desperately. At this time, Du Yehu, who was burning with raging energy and blood, had turned behind it and leaped high. It ruthlessly hit the hideous head of the resentful ghost.

boom!

Qi and Blood Wolf Smoke already restrained ghosts, not to mention how fierce Du Yehu's blow was. That fist, wrapped in layers of qi and blood, exploded the entire head of the grieving ghost in one fell swoop!

Du Yehu couldn't dodge in time, and was splashed all over with blue and black dirty blood, but was quickly burned by the power of blood.

It wasn't until the remnant body of the resentful ghost fell down that the red light on Du Yehu's body suddenly faded, and his face instantly turned pale.

Jiang Wang jumped to Du Yehu's side, holding him with his arms, "Brother Hu, this..."

Qi and blood are the foundation of human beings. Jiang Wang now condenses Dao Yuan, but also starts with the supply of Qi and blood. Du Yehu was so powerful before, and he was burning himself every moment. He is not a martial artist who specializes in martial arts, so he can't lock such a majestic energy and blood at all. In this battle, he will have to support him for at least five years before he can recover.

How long is the five years at the beginning of practice! Not to mention the problem of qi and blood starting to decline after a certain age. Slow step by step, slow step by step, this may mean that he has been insulated from the extraordinary since then.

But Du Yehu had no hesitation before, no hesitation. At the moment of life and death, I can't think so much at all, and the more subconscious choices I make, the more I can verify my heart.

"Small things." Du Yehu adjusted his breath secretly, recovered a little strength, and pushed Jiang Wang away, "I haven't reached the point where I can't walk. Let's go, the situation in Zhonggong must be more dangerous .”

Although Ling He was full of worries, it was inconvenient to say more at this time. Turning Zhao Rucheng on his back, he stepped forward to pick up his sword from the remnant of the ghost, and silently held it by Du Yehu's side.

He also had burning qi and blood before, but it was only a small amount and did not affect the foundation. So there is still power to fight.

Jiang Wang, as the only intact and strongest combat force among the four, must of course remain flexible so that he can make a move at any time. So he just walked ahead with his sword in hand, and didn't mean to be a leader.

Only Zhao Rucheng was still muttering and complaining: "The boss is still caring. The tiger is clumsy, really, he is carrying me like a chicken, what does it look like? If Miss Miaoyu finds out, my heroic image will not Destroyed once?"

Miaoyu is now the top card of Sanfen Xianglou, and also the most popular girl in Fengyue Field in Fenglin City. Zhao Ru became a relative of Fangze, and had already spent thousands of taels of silver in the Sanfen Xianglou, but so far failed to succeed.

Du Yehu didn't say a word, not because he didn't want to beat him up, or at least scold him, but he really didn't have the strength.

"It's over." Jiang Wang said impatiently: "Apart from wandering souls without sanity, there are resentful ghosts with chaotic minds. Who do you want to show the image to?"

"Then who can say for sure?" Zhao Rucheng became more enthusiastic. He lay on Ling He's back, gesticulating: "What if there is a beautiful female ghost spying on me? It was a good affair, but it just went to waste. Can you afford to lose Tiger?"

Du Yehu almost sat up in shock from his dying illness, and with a little bit of energy left, he exploded the snarky guy.

Before he exploded, Ling He poked upwards with the hilt of his sword.

"Hiss..." Zhao Rucheng sucked in a breath of cold air, and all the flames disappeared immediately.

...

...

But behind the thick fog wall, the center of Xiaolin Town, which is the middle palace of the Nine Palaces Formation.

A huge vortex is slowly turning. The original place here is no longer visible, and everything is dissolved in this silent vortex. There is nothing but this vortex. The center of the vortex is a kind of pure blackness, which seems to be able to attract people's eyes into it, and no one can get rid of it.

Next to the whirlpool stood four long-breathing cultivators, all of whom were full of Dao Yuan. All of them were dressed in black robes, without squinting.

And not far in front of the whirlpool, there was a house that had been smashed to pieces, nothing was left, only a brick wall remained.

The woman in the red dress leaned against the wall with a lazy expression.

She was tightly wrapped, but she gave people endless temptation. She was holding a small oval mirror in her hand, but what was reflected in the mirror was not her own beautiful face, but those figures fighting the grieving ghosts in the Nine Palace Formation,

"This year's disciples of Fenglin City Taoist Academy are not very good. Those few sword skills are not bad." The woman in red clothes muttered, turning her hands to put away the mirror.

"Okay, the time has come. If I had known it was going so well, I would have taken a longer nap." The woman in red yawned as Pingting walked towards the whirlpool, "I'm so sleepy..."

When she walked in front of this mysterious vortex, her expression became a little more serious, she turned sideways and bowed politely, "I respectfully invite you, elder."

The four black-robed monks also followed her and bowed in salute.

Then, out of the thick fog, a white-haired old man came out. The old face was as wrinkled as old tree bark, his eyes were cloudy, his back was hunched, and he even walked staggeringly.

But as he walked step by step, his back straightened up inch by inch, and his aura continued to soar.

He also ignored the girl in red and the others, just staring at the vortex, as if staring at his eternal love, his eyes were extremely pious.

Before he reached the vortex, his aura was already as deep as the sea, making it hard to breathe.

The head of the girl in red was even lower.

The white-haired old man folded his ring finger and little finger together, placed his thumb, index finger and middle finger over his heart in a triangular shape, and recited softly: "The bottom of the river of forgetfulness, the abyss of the underworld. The gods return to the world, and the candle shines on the world."

Then he took out a white bone dagger, inserted it neatly into his celestial cap, and fell straight into the vortex!