The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 651 Sick disciples don’t blacken (55)

  Faced with the chasing nail that broke through the sky, Su Qinghuan subconsciously pushed the boy away, and stood in front of Yan Hanzhou.

   "Xianzun——"

  "Master, no!!!"

   Ye Bingqing and Yan Hanzhou sounded almost at the same time, no matter how anxious Yan Hanzhou was, the soul chasing nail pierced through the right shoulder of the white-clothed Immortal Venerable!

   is almost just a moment’s effort, the place that the soul chaser stabbed directly into a horrible bone, the dripping flesh and blood cut off, making a chilling sound.

If it weren’t for Su Qinghuan’s ability to barely maintain the Yuan Ying’s cultivation base at this moment, her meridians were sealed in time, and the toxin was not spread all over her body, I’m afraid that she would not only have a large area of ​​trauma on her right shoulder, but her entire back. !

  ……

  What a pain!

  Su Qinghuan frowned the word Chuan, but at this moment she couldn't even say the word regret. She subconsciously looked at Yan Hanzhou, her eyes moved down instantly, and landed on the simple spirit sword that had been branded by Yan Hanzhou's blood.

  I saw a mysterious black mark on the hilt of that spirit sword. This was the emblem of being completely contracted by Yan Hanzhou!

  As long as Yan Hanzhou does not die, then this spirit sword will carry Yan Hanzhou's spiritual consciousness emblem for life, and no one else can drive it!

  ……

  My sacrifice was finally not in vain!

  Su Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief immediately. Because of the excessive blood loss in a short period of time, that jade-white face had whiter cheeks at this moment, almost as if it was about to disappear into the ethereal air.

   "Han Zhou, I know for the teacher...you can definitely do it. Great..."

  In pain, Su Qinghuan's lips overflowed with a muffled voice. Although the voice was extremely depressed and small, it suddenly made the boy's eyes red.

   Looking at the scary face of the lady in white clothes, the boy's eyes were red, and he quickly clung to the ancient spirit sword and walked to Su Qinghuan's side, helping her to sit down.

  He pursed his thin lips slightly, almost unable to restrain the guilt in his heart at the moment. His previous suspicion of the villainous heart made the young man restless, and he even dared not face the eyes of the white-clothed female cultivator.

  "Master, leave me alone, please adjust your interest first, and then, let the disciples protect you!"

   "Okay, Han Zhou has grown up."

  Capturing the distressed and ashamed look of the teenager, Su Qinghuan discovered for the first time that it turns out that Yan Hanzhou will have such a moment of human “shame”, which is a good thing.

  It is not in vain that she has worked so hard, and even hurt herself.

  ……

Seeing that Su Qinghuan did not blame herself, but looked at him with satisfaction, Yan Hanzhou's mood became even more complicated.

  He clenched his hands into fists, almost the moment when the ancient spirit sword was imprinted, a dark black aura surged from the whole body of the young man, but the spiritual energy was looming, plus the mist in the mountains and forests at this moment, it is not so easy to distinguish.

  But Su Qinghuan, who has long been familiar with the memory of the original owner, knows that this is the magic breath hidden in the spirit sword!

  That’s right, this ancient spirit sword that is envied by everyone is not a superb cultivating power at all, but a magic sword left by a demon elder before ascending thousands of years ago!

  Moreover, this sword is nameless, but loves bloodthirsty and is very fierce. He especially likes to stimulate the potential when the owner is injured. The stronger the stronger, the stronger he may even take the opportunity to invade the host's mind, making the host a useless person and destroying his body and spirit!

  This is the reason why the demon great power did not take away this nameless ancient sword when he ascended to the upper realm!

  But who is Yan Hanzhou? Such a fierce sword inspires only Yan Hanzhou's hostility, allowing the young man's blood to sacrifice to the world and opening up a path to ascend to heaven. Not to mention, the young people who are suppressed by the young man can never turn to the guest.

  ……

   "The demon girl, hurt my master, I want you to die!"

   Yan Hanzhou clings to the scarlet ancient spirit sword, and almost without hesitation, he slashes towards Hua Wanwan!

  The terrifying coercion made Hua Wanwan stare at Tongren in shock. It was obvious that Yan Hanzhou was still in a state of exhaustion before, but he did not expect this long sword to stimulate his body's potential!

  How can Huawanwan dare to fall in love, she shouted sternly.

   "Yan Hanzhou, don't you even want the antidote to the soul chasing nail?"

   Yan Hanzhou was about to pierce the sword into Hua Wanwan's heart, and he hesitated for a moment.

  At this moment, Hua Wanwan instantly broke free from the restraint of Yan Hanzhou's coercive force, and quickly swept back.

  The beautiful girl stood on the branch with a smile, a vicious and enchanting smile bloomed on her lips.

"Ha, I forgot to tell you that there is no antidote for this soul chaser nail. I can't think of it as the legendary Liuli immortal. This poison shouldn't have caused such a heavy damage to the Nascent Soul Cultivator. Could it be that you have had old wounds long ago? Are you here?"

Hua Wanwan guessed her weakness, Su Qinghuan's eyes changed slightly. She stood up in a moment when she was sitting in a precarious position and adjusting her breath, her face was cold and cold.

   "The Flower Saint is so sure that her soulchaser nails are so effective? Why don't you take a whip from this seat?"

   "The little girl dare not!"

  Hua Wanwan looked at the White-clothed Immortal Venerable not far away in surprise.

  Su Qinghuan had also won the shadow of the modern world somehow, and her spirit was calmer at this moment, and the jade-white face had also recovered a little **** color. Hua Wanwan really couldn't see how many catties Su Qinghuan was at this moment.

   "This girl will not accompany a few people! This hidden spirit formation has been broken. If you don't run away, I'm afraid you will wait to be killed by those monks who want to catch the cicada by the praying mantis!"

   "Want to go, it's not that simple!"

Yan Hanzhou stared at Hua Wanwan violently, and suddenly swept towards Hua Wanwan with a ghostly body. The scarlet long sword in his hand seemed to know that he was about to drink blood, and the entire sword body exuded a terrible The **** light came.

   "Wonder, die quickly!"

"you--"

  Hua Wan was anxious, and instantly released a smoke bomb. She glanced at Yan Hanzhou with hatred. Unexpectedly, this young man was so stubborn, seeing the enemy now, she would not let herself go!

  Along with the smoke, the red dress of the young girl disappeared into the air instantly.

  However, no one noticed, a faintly imperceptible demon energy followed Yan Hanzhou's palm and penetrated into Hua Wanwan's heart.

  If a righteous monk is here, I am afraid that a stream of blood has already been vomited.

  And Hua Wanwan is a demonic clan, being invaded by other people's demonic energy, the attack hasn't happened so quickly.

  The girl ran away quickly before noticing the change.

  ……

After a while, the mist of the smoke bomb disappeared.

  Yan Hanzhou turned back abruptly, almost hurriedly rushing to Su Qinghuan, the boy's eyes were red, his expression was guilty and heartache.

   "Master, how are you?"

   "Maybe something."

  Su Qinghuan waved his hand.

  She exuded her consciousness, and suddenly heard footsteps and discussions not far away, her expression suddenly changed.

   "A monk is here, let's find a place to hide first!"

  (End of this chapter)