I, the cannon fodder female supporting role, what happened to me?

Chapter 687 Are you afraid that you won’t die fast enough?

As alchemy cultivators, Meng Kexin and Ruan Ni never dreamed that one day they would be rejected by Spirit Sword.

You swordsmen, do you know how humble your sword masters are when they come to beg them for a pill?

What are you proud of now?

What's wrong with the smell?

Shou also wants to defeat the enemy and save the southeast spiritual world!

The Meng Kexin sisters felt that they were right, so they held their necks and did not move.

But after a while, the two leaned back and almost fainted.

The power of the Xiuxi Dan was completely consumed, and the stench poured into the nose, almost sending the two sisters away.

The two quickly replenished the Xiuxi Dan, packed up their things and returned the same way without saying a word.

The road ahead was too stinky and they didn't want to get close.

He even thought these spirit swords were really interesting and waited until they finished fighting before chasing them away.

If they had used a sword that was not morally right, they would have been so angry that they would have beaten them together with the Zhengnan Spirit World as soon as they were stung.

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The projection only projects sounds and images, and cannot synchronize the sense of smell.

The stench was unbearable even with the spiritual sword turned on, which made Master Suiyuan curious: "Is this some secret magic weapon of your Danxia Sect? How smelly is it?"

The head of the Danxia Sect smiled mysteriously: "It smells beyond imagination."

Master Suwon has never experienced it and doesn’t understand.

Wen Zheming considerately took out a ball of specially processed impurities from the elixir, and a stench suddenly spread throughout the viewing platform.

The elders all blocked the atmosphere, but they could still smell the strong stench, so they took pills or put on talismans.

"Hurry up and put it away!" Elder Gui was so close that he almost fainted from the smoke.

Even Jingchen Yuanjun silently covered his nose.

Wen Zheming originally wanted to give a physical explanation to the elders, but seeing that Venerable Suiyuan was about to instinctively draw his sword, he could only resist the urge and put away his magical powers.

The viewing platform in the Zhengnan Spiritual World was far away from the Southeast Spiritual World, and I could still vaguely smell a stench. I secretly cursed the Southeast Spiritual World for not respecting martial ethics.

In order to protect his own face, the owner of Hua Yuanfang sneered and gave a four-character comment: "It's nothing more than that."

Wen Zheming took out the same Namo Gatling Italian cannon, pointed it at her, and started loading the shells.

Although this thing can't break through the formation set up during the integration period, it is very powerful!

Who wants to stay in a smelly environment for the rest of their lives!

The leader of Feihua Sect was anxious: "Stop, stop, stop! Is this where you start?"

Wen Zhe asked kindly: "Does it smell bad?"

The leader of Feihua Sect: "...stinks!"

These "cannonballs" were specially refined by him and added with a variety of toxins.

After the fruits of his labor were recognized, Wen Zheming stopped his movements with satisfaction and put away the big killer weapon in front of him.

The leader of the Feihua Sect gave him a hard look and secretly cursed these people in the Southeast Spiritual World as bastards.

"Let them be proud for a while now, and wait for the magic beads..."

He spoke to Pang Wei beside him, but got no response from the other party, and felt confused.

Pang Wei doesn't look strange, but if you look closely, you will find that his expression is a little dull.

The leader of the Feihua Sect was stunned for a moment, realizing what this meant, and his face showed joy.

Those brats in the southeast spiritual world are dead!

On the other side, Venerable Shuiyuan also noticed this and was discussing with Venerable Zi Heng in a low voice: "Pang Wei seems to have something wrong."

Venerable Zi Heng narrowed his eyes and looked at the other person: "He seems to be missing part of his strength and soul."

Everyone is in the combined stage, and they all know what little tricks the combined stage can use.

When Master Suiyuan heard this, he looked anxiously at the disciples in the projection: "Aren't the children in danger?"

"The restriction on the Sword Tomb is still there, and only monks below the Divine Transformation stage can enter. Even if Pang Wei clones himself into it, his cultivation level is at the Nascent Soul stage at most."

"It won't be too tricky. It just depends on whether the children can discover this."

At the same time, Elder Gui was also beating a drum in his heart: "Junior brother, these people in the Zhengnan Spiritual World don't seem to be reasonable people."

"Even if we win the game, they won't just leave, right?"

"What should we do then?"

Jingchen Yuanjun uttered one word: "Hit."

The Zhengnan Spirit World is using this game to stall for time, and so is the Southeast Spirit World.

This time, only Venerable Zi Heng and Venerable Sui Yuan came to watch the game, while the other monks guarding the formation were still standing in the pillar of light.

It doesn't look out of the ordinary.

But except for Su Tao who was still standing outside, the other four Fusion Stage monks had returned to the Beidou Formation, and what was left outside was just a shadow.

With slight modifications, the Beidou Formation can become a killing formation.

As for Pang Wei... Jing is just being smart.

Chen Yuanjun glanced at him coldly, not bothering to point it out.

The picture stone that was brought into the Sword Tomb this time was specially refined by the Supreme Elder of Queyue Sect. The people sitting on the viewing platform were equivalent to entering the Sword Tomb in a special way.

That's why you can see the projection.

According to the rules, monks can only enter the Sword Tomb once.

Immortal Lord Lingfeng asked all Wushuang Sect disciples to avoid it, so as not to miss the opportunity for the disciples to enter the sword tomb to select spiritual swords.

Those present are all elders who have no need to choose spiritual swords. There are only three juniors: Wen Zheming, Yan Che and Lu Xiang. It seems that the number of people in the southeastern spiritual world is a bit small.

But with the addition of the more than a hundred green-haired wolves left behind by Sheng Xi, everyone even felt that it was a bit crowded.

This group of wolves had just been almost fainted by Wen Zheming, and now they were all lying outside the viewing platform blowing the wind, baring their teeth with the monks in the spiritual world just south of the opposite side, showing great momentum.

The two elders of the Beast Control Sect looked at this group of mighty and domineering wolves, and then looked at Pan Huai's wolf lying on top of him with its tail between its legs in the projection, daring not to get off the ground. They suspected that they were two different species.

The Sword Tomb is isolated from spiritual exploration, but it is not isolated from the breath.

Pan Huai relied on Lan Hua's excellent sense of smell to successfully reunite with Hu Songyuan.

One of them is a Dharma cultivator and the other is an alchemy cultivator. The Spirit Sword has to be blind to choose them.

On the contrary, it was those people in the Zhengnan Spiritual World who made it clear that they were here to kill people, so it was most important to deal with them first.

The two brothers' ideas were simple. Whether they could find the spirit sword was the second priority. The first thing they wanted to do was find other people to join them to ensure their own safety.

The two of them walked in the deserted Sword Tomb and saw no one along the way.

Pan Huai has always been careful to release his spiritual consciousness to prevent being attacked by people from the spiritual world in Zhengnan.

He had been to the Zhengnan Spiritual Realm and knew how ruthless these people were and had to guard against them.

Little Orchid clamped her tail tightly and lay tightly on his back, wanting to get back into the spirit beast bag.

It has also been to the Zhengnan Spiritual Realm and is so afraid of those people.

After walking for a long time, Pan Huai felt that something had invaded his outer consciousness.

However, when he looked carefully, he found nothing.

He didn't dare to be careless. After thinking about it, he told Hu Songyuan: "Senior Brother, I feel something is following us, but I can't sense what it is."

Hu Songyuan spread his consciousness, but found nothing: "Are you too nervous and your senses are wrong?"

Pan Huai also hoped so, but it always felt weird.

The two continued to walk forward, and the feeling of someone passing through the periphery of his consciousness came again.

However, when he looked carefully, he found nothing.

"Senior Brother, that feeling is coming again." Pan Huai's whole body was covered with hair, and he was pressed against Hu Songyuan just like Lan Hua was pressed against him.

Sheng Xi's absence makes people really feel insecure.

Seeing that he was so cowardly, Lan Hua "whimpered" twice, raised his hind legs, raised his upper body, grabbed the spirit animal bag around Pan Huai's waist, and took the initiative to get in.

"Why are you so cowardly? Let Shengxi dye it green for you next time!"

Pan Huai patted the spirit beast bag gently and let out a long sigh.

Then, he said to Hu Songyuan, "Elder brother, let's run away. I always feel weird."

"Don't scare yourself, it's probably an illusion." Hu Songyuan comforted him.

"If the spiritual consciousness is exposed for a long time, hallucinations will easily occur after the spiritual platform is exhausted."

"You put away your consciousness first, let's take a rest."

Pan Huai always felt that Hu Songyuan's words were strange, but being exposed to a high level of consciousness for a long time really made him feel tired.

"Then I'll take a rest. Senior brother, please be careful." Pan Huai put away his consciousness and meditated to adjust his breathing.

As soon as Hu Songyuan sat down, a black shadow quietly lurked behind him and stabbed the back of Hu Songyuan's head with the sharp weapon in his hand.

At the moment when he was about to succeed, Hu Songyuan burst out with a strong spiritual power, which directly ejected the black shadow.

He quickly grabbed Pan Huai and retreated, keeping a distance from the black shadow. Without any hesitation, he summoned the Night Serpent and the Frost Moon Wolf, and attacked the black shadow with them.

He reacted so quickly that the shadow was surprised: "Do you know I'm following you?"

"I don't know, but I trust the second junior brother's intuition."

The shadow of a frost moon wolf appeared on Hu Songyuan's body. His hands turned into sharp claws and he grabbed hard, tearing out four bloody holes in the shadow.

The magical weapon used for disguise broke, revealing the true face of the black shadow.

——It’s none other than Pang Wei!

"Fuck! Why is he here?"

Pan Huai was startled and quickly put on the cuckold that had fallen to the ground again, as if he was wearing an amulet.

Hu Songyuan saw this scene and suspected that Lan Hua had eaten Pan Huai's brain.

Wearing that thing, are you afraid that you won't die quickly enough? ? ?

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