The witch was convinced of Fuji's words, and immediately increased her speed to the extreme, pulling Fuji and turning back to the south.
Unexpectedly, Fang escaped for dozens of feet, and the majestic coercion surged like a giant mountain empowerment.
"Cultivation above the later stage of the Diqiao Realm" After only a little contact with that coercion, Fuji felt that he could not exert his strength, and his whole person was shaky, probably guessing the realm of this bitter-faced monk.
Thinking about it, the witch is a three-striped yellow horn, which is equivalent to a monk in the late stage of the Terran Psychic Realm, even if she can fight beyond the level, at most she is similar to the monk in the early stage of the Diqiao Realm, so she is naturally not the opponent of the bitter-faced monk. was struggling to figure out how to deal with it, when suddenly the sky around him flashed with a scorching red glow.
When he looked up, the bitter-faced monk didn't know what magic weapon he used, and he actually covered the two of them in a huge piece of red silk, blocking all the ways of life in all directions.
"Two, offended, offended" Outside the red silk, the voice of an old man Xu He sounded, and his words were full of guilt and apology.
In the brightly lit secret room, Nan Qiuci and Weimeng sat on soft and comfortable chairs, tied into a rice dumpling by a fiery red string of unknown material.
In this secret room, the two spiritual energies of wood and water are full and thick.
Nan Qiuci secretly guessed that most of this place was on a certain section of the Shuimu Spirit Vein, and there was also a high-grade Spirit Gathering Formation built nearby.
At the moment, the situation was uncertain, so he tried to contact the person in the ring.
The other party did not reply, but gave back an important piece of information, which was enough for him to stay calm for the time being, and think carefully about how to delay time.
Wei Meng stared intently at the other corner of the secret room, a man covered in blood, scarred all over his body, and his face could not be seen at all.
But looking at the bloody half-cut tail behind him, it can be inferred that this person is also a Snow Spirit Clan.
Looking at his blood-drenched appearance and bloody face, it is really a bit oozing.
Weimeng inexplicably felt familiar.
Just now, in the yellow fog, the blood-scarred man has been secretly following the two.
Whenever the two of them were in danger, he would come to his aid.
After passing the danger, it quietly disappears, and I don't know why.
Yumeng had tried to invite him over and fight alongside the two, but the blood-scarred man seemed to be frightened and left without saying a word.
Until they met that Terran monk, Weimeng and Nan Qiuci were not opponents at all.
The bloodscar man came to the rescue again, and was caught here as a result.
"Thank you for your rescue," Yumeng was curious, and suddenly opened his mouth and asked the blood-scarred man, "Where have we seen each other before?"
The man with the scar had already turned his back and sat facing the wall.
Listening to Wei Meng's words, he trembled all over, curled up in a ball, and kept silent.
"I'm so afraid of me" Although Wei Meng felt inexplicable, he didn't want to be embarrassed, and looked at him for a long time before turning his head to look at Nan Qiuci: "Brother Nan, have you ever known the Terran monk who just captured us?"
Since being rescued by Nan Qiuci, Weimeng has been trying to talk to him, but most of the time, Nan Qiuci doesn't pay attention to it, or only replies with a few words, which makes her really uncomfortable.
Weimeng sometimes thinks to herself, "Why bother to practice yourself like this." ” Not to mention her original noble status, she is the princess of the Snow Spirit Clan who holds the moon with stars.
Even if it is an ordinary daughter's family, it should not be so low-key to please others.
It's weird, it's outrageous.
Ever since he met Nan Qiuci unexpectedly and was accidentally touched by his tail, Weimeng felt like he was enchanted.
Every time I see him, my heart beats uncontrollably, and I just want to be close to him, listen to him, and talk to him.
Even if you don't say anything, don't do anything, just stay quietly by his side, it's better.
"Am I falling for evil?"
She asked herself countless times and tried to pull her out of the barrier.
But as soon as you see his face and hear his voice, all your efforts are in vain.
After thousands of unsuccessful pull-outs, she simply decided to follow her mind and no longer evade and dodge.
"God gave birth to me so beautiful, and cultivated such a pleasing temperament as mine, can't even a human man take it?"
She had an unwilling fire in her heart, and she had to use this fire to light Nanqiu.
"I don't know," Nan Qiuci's voice was still cold, like a basin of ice water splashed: "There are many monks of the human race, I have only seen a few" "Are you always so cold and boring to talk about," Yumu sighed The blood-scarred man hiding in the corner listened to this, and suddenly his whole body convulsed, covering his head a little, and let out a hoarse and dry laugh, which was full of loss and disappointment.
After a while, the laughter stopped abruptly, and after a while, there was a faint sound of sobbing.
The voice was extremely low and imperceptible, but it was obvious that the blood-scarred man was trying to suppress his emotions.
Yumeng wondered why he had such a strange reaction, and was looking at him in a daze, when suddenly the door of the secret room was opened Fuji and the witch were close together, tightly bound by fiery red strings, and they couldn't help but flutter in the air.
Behind him was the bitter-faced monk, silently following closely.
This fiery red string was transformed from the huge red yarn from before, and it seemed to be a third-order magic weapon with some kind of hard material.
Once trapped, it is extremely difficult to mobilize mana, and the two of them are obviously subject to this.
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The witch turned around and raised her eyebrows at Fuji, meaning: "Now that the matter is over, what good can you do, don't hide it." ” Fuji smiled bitterly, remembering what had just happened, and only felt that it was really unlucky.
Not long ago, he tried to probe his divine consciousness inside, and it can be seen that the pale yellow silk book in the sea of consciousness has returned to its original color, which means that the "calamity to the soul" magic power carried on it can already be used.
Another volume of black and white silk books is still recovering its original color at an accelerated pace, and it will probably take some time.
He pondered over whether he should try to use the "Woe to the Soul" supernatural power to see what would happen.
Right now, he can also mobilize his divine sense, and the silk book can automatically extract the mana in the inland sea, and it should not be restricted by this fiery red string.
The problem is that if you use this supernatural power, you can certainly know the dangers you may encounter in the future.
But it also means that close to one-fifth of the mana will be lost at one time.
If he encounters any emergency later, and he has no choice but to use the "instantaneous" magic power of the black and white silk book, all his mana will be drained in an instant, and the whole person has no power to resist.
After thinking about it for a long time, he finally made up his mind: "Who knows when this black and white silk book will be restored, and if you can know in advance what will happen later, and think of a countermeasure earlier, it is the best choice."
It looks like a safe move to say anything improvised, and it looks like a safe move, but when the danger really comes, it is too late to regret being caught off guard."
At that moment, a divine consciousness was injected into the pale yellow silk book, and the silk book really sucked away a lot of his mana in an instant.
Unexpectedly, when he had absorbed enough mana, the yellow light of the silk book flashed, and it turned into a transparent color again, but it didn't give Fuji the slightest hint about the future at all.
As a result, his previous careful calculations actually failed, and he was naturally disappointed in his heart.
The three of them walked for several miles in the fog, when they suddenly saw a light in front of them, and the fog dispersed, revealing a mountain wall with no top and a large hole in the wall.
The bitter-faced monk blindfolded them and sent them into the cave, where they walked around lightly.
When Fuji opened his eyes again, he was already at the door of a secret room.
The Bitter-faced Monk harnessed a mana and sent the two into the chamber and landed lightly on the two soft chairs.
As soon as he sat down, he saw that Wei Meng was also tied up in the house, and there was a human race man beside him, and if he looked closely, it was Gu Naichun's disciple, Nan Qiuci, the eldest disciple who had already betrayed the sect.
"Princess Weimeng" He was stunned: "Why are you here" Wei Meng smiled bitterly: "The princess is still exempt from calling."
As for how I got here, I'm also confused. ” Seeing that Yumeng was still alive, he was relieved.
Thinking about it again, even if you are alive, who knows what will happen to you in the hands of this strange bitter-faced monk.
He looked at Nan Qiuci again, only to see that he closed his eyes and recuperated, and he didn't care about himself at all.
So, he bowed his chin in the direction of Nan Qiuci, and secretly asked Wei Meng, did he save you from the law field.
Yumu nodded in response.
In this ghost place where birds don't, I finally met an acquaintance, and Yumu relieved his depressed mood a little, and asked how Fuji came here.
The two of them asked and answered a few words.
The witch's beautiful eyes looked at Wei Meng, and she was naturally very surprised.
She had also witnessed Wei Meng's demeanor on the court before, but after all, it was far away, and she could only see a head exposed on the frame of the torture car, which did not feel so rare.
Today's proximity is even greater, and the visual impact is even worse, and I only feel that this woman is really rare when it comes to the beauty of her appearance.
Watching Fuji talk to her, I don't know what it's like.
After listening for a long time, he smiled and said, "Let's say something useful to our current situation." ” "I knew you before, you two are always together" Wei Meng nodded to her slightly, smiled lightly, and said hello.
Before he finished speaking, the bitter-faced monk also walked slowly into the secret room, his brows furrowed, his face full of sorrow, and he arched his hand to several people: "Everyone, I forcibly kidnapped you today, it is really a last resort, and I hope you will forgive me."
Seeing his kind appearance that everything is easy to discuss, the witch simply smiled bluntly: "Your Excellency, since you are sorry, why don't you untie the shackles on us, and we can discuss good things." ” The bitter-faced monk shook his head, "Now is not the time.
Later, I will remove all your bonds, and you can toss and turn as you please. ” As he spoke, with a wave of his hand, he harnessed a gust of wind and sent the blood-scarred man outside the secret room, closed the door, and then bowed his hand to the four of them and said, "I have something that has troubled me for many years, and I need the help of four people." ” The four of them all felt a little puzzled, and even felt that this person's speech and demeanor were very strange.
Wei Meng was a little kinder in the end, and replied: "The predecessors are so profound, how can we help you?"
The bitter-faced monk suddenly turned red, and his thick lips opened and closed several times, looking twisted and pinched and not very happy, and finally sighed for a while: "Everyone, I cheekily ask you to have a good time in this secret room, go to the dream of the balcony together, and climb to the top of Wushan, which can be regarded as a great help to me."
Cloud Hidden Sect.
Li Qingyun flew to the Zhangzuo Peak, and immediately summoned the three disciples under his sect Chang Buyan: "Today is the apprenticeship ceremony of Qi Kexiu, the head of Yue Hengzong, you prepare a generous gift, and I will personally go to congratulate him." ” Chang Buyan said: "Yue Hengzong is just a medium-sized sect with this sect, where do you need a master, you personally congratulate this surnamed Qi for cutting off our southwest spiritual vein, the senior brothers in the sect are angry, why do you want to increase the prestige of other people's families."
It's really not good, let's see which of them is free, Uncle Gu, and go on your behalf."
Li Qingyun waved his hand, signaling him to hurry up, and sighed again: "Do you know what to worship the Buddha on weekdays, he has now obtained the spiritual vein of his sect for nothing, although there is nothing wrong in the rules of the sect, but morally after all, he owes us and others." ” "One day, when this sect turns over in the sect alliance and finds a big guy to match, he is worried about these feelings, and the spiritual veins in the southwest may have a chance to turn around."
Chang Buyan said: "It's been like this for a long time, if you let Wei Buer represent this sect to participate in the Puppet Valley Ceremony, you have to blame your discernment." ” I was so slanderous in my heart, but in the end, I turned around and prepared to give a generous gift
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