Xianlu Spring and Autumn

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The Hidden Dragon Sword pulled out a long line of blood, and chopped off the short and wretched Taoist priest who had been clamoring just now into the dust.

"Hoo!" A little green light came out of the body!The soul of the short Taoist priest fled like crazy.

This is not the ending he expected. As an early Jindan cultivator, he should have a brighter future!For example, after torturing all the disciples of Lianyun Dao Sect, they plundered their storage bags amidst their beautiful wailing. [

If you are lucky enough, you can meet a female disciple of the Zizhu Forest who is so legendary that she is so beautiful, and you can be taken back to make a cauldron.

But now, damn it, how could this happen?That old ghost Qianhezi, why not go to that bastard Jiuyou Demon Emperor to kill us Xiaoxiu?

"Boom!" A cyan sword light passed across the sky, and the green light burst into powder and melted into the void!

There was no emotion in Qian Hezi's eyes, she withdrew her sword and killed the next monk.

Prosperity and decline, whether it is extremely prosperous, the world is the most reasonable!

Since he took over the Lianyun Dao Sect, he has worked hard and developed the sect to the top of the sky. Although the current form is unexpected, it is also reasonable.

Even if it weren't for these evil spirits, the Loose Cultivator Alliance and the other three factions would come to kill them sooner or later. What Tianzun Wan Dao said was right, the Lianyun Dao Sect where Wan Xiu gathered was too big.

Although Qian Hezi has a profound cultivation base and outstanding wisdom, he is also deeply tired from handling these sect affairs all year round.Now, he has left incense for Lianyun Daozong and kept the best disciples, which is worthy of the foundation passed down by the ancestor!

What's more, he also made a wonderful back move, but the success of this back move depends entirely on God's will!

Now that life is something to worry about, why not give it a go and kill it to your heart's content.

Unloading all the burdens in her heart, Qian Hezi's fighting spirit soared.

After using the method of rejuvenating spring with the dead wood, the body of the grown-up man appeared unusually tall and stalwart. The black hair that was originally neatly arranged was scattered on the shoulders, and there were only coldness and killing in the piercing eyes, standing in the void, looking from afar To go is like a god-man descending into the world.

The Hidden Dragon Sword must be controlled by him, advancing and retreating independently, sometimes as quiet as a child, and sometimes as moving as a rabbit. Although Qian Hezi practiced wood-type kung fu, this skill of controlling the sword is surprisingly ethereal.

Every flash of sword light will leave wounds of different sizes on the enemy.

Some disciples of the evil sect who were fierce and indifferent immediately put a layer of armor on themselves and hid far away, but there were also some real masters who paid attention to him.

Suddenly there was a wave of waves in the void, and a black shadow appeared in front of Qian Hezi like a wind, saying: "Qian He, bullying junior monks is nothing, why don't you let me play with you a few times!"

The speaker was a burly Taoist, about 60 or [-] years old, with thin lips and slender eyebrows, looking mean and sinister!The most frightening thing is that this person has a head of bloody bright red long hair, with the roots standing upside down!

Qian Hezi smiled slightly, and said disdainfully: "I don't know who it is, it turned out to be the red-haired patriarch, you old ghost, you have shrunk in your cave for hundreds of years, and now you come out to stir up wind and rain, it must be Your blood divine way is perfect, and you are worthy of being my opponent."

The red-haired patriarch was very sullen, and smiled, "I won't fall for your tricks! Brother Qianhe, we have plenty of time to play slowly." [

As soon as the words fell to the ground, a cylindrical blood-colored mist with a radius of two feet appeared out of thin air and swept towards Qian Hezi.The red light spot in the fog looks like a drop of blood, or a red devil insect. If you listen carefully, there is a buzzing sound.

With a wave of Qian Hezi's sleeve, the blood mist immediately disappeared.This resolution can be described as an understatement, which shows his profound morality.

Qian Hezi expressed disappointment and said: "Fellow Daoist, don't take out these outdated things!"

This blood mist supernatural power is a secret technique of the evil king sect where the red-haired ancestor belongs, and is well-known in the Blue Ocean Continent. Its power is naturally extraordinary, but it is far from enough to deal with a half-step Nascent Soul like Qian Hezi.

The red-haired patriarch showed a hint of anger on his face, and said: "Old man, since you want to see it, why should I be stingy with mana."

"Suck!"

The red-haired patriarch uttered a sharp and ear-piercing howl, and his burly body suddenly shriveled, as if the flesh and blood in his body had been drained all of a sudden, turning him into a dead branch and rotten wood!There was no trace of blood on the rapidly sunken cheeks, so skinny that it made people shudder and shudder.

With his body as the center, a huge pulling force suddenly appeared in the void. The blood flowing on the ground and the blood spraying in the air flew towards him together as if they were summoned.

Soon, the red-haired patriarch was covered with layers of blood, turning into a terrifying blood cocoon.

The blood water was poured in continuously, and when it reached the radius of Zhang [-], it seemed to have reached its limit, and the absorption gradually slowed down. At this moment, the huge blood cocoon floating in the air, like a human heart, trembled violently, making a terrifying thumping sound.

The surrounding crowd ran away in fright, only Qian Hezi was still stepping on the void, with a serious expression on his face.

Facing this opponent who was also a half-step Nascent Soul, Qian Hezi didn't dare to wait any longer. He tapped his right hand between his eyebrows, and poured his poor vitality into his body. A snow-white phantom sword protruded from between his eyebrows.

With the influx of vitality, bursts of chirping sounds came from Qian Hezi's body. The sound became louder and denser, and finally connected into one piece, carrying a powerful aura.

This white sword with condensed vitality is the natal spirit sword that Qian Hezi has cultivated all his life!

With a flash of the white sword, Qianhezi followed the sword and drew a long white chain, making a roaring sound!

"Boom!" The blood cocoon finally reached its limit, and suddenly burst open, and a blood-colored giant with a height of two feet and thick limbs stepped out. The whole body was covered in blood, and only his eyes shot out a cold and strange green light.

The blood giant roared, spit out a disgusting stench, rushed forward, and grabbed the tip of the white sword.

However, Jianmang followed closely behind and chopped down.

The blood giant's right palm landed on the ground, and there was an earth-shattering pain, and the left fist came out violently, and slammed on Qian Hezi's body forcefully.

Qian Hezi sprayed out a canopy of blood, flew backwards, retreated more than ten feet away, and fell to the ground.After landing, he immediately took out a bottle of elixir and poured it into his mouth.

"How about this punch? Old ghost Qianhe, you should be satisfied, right? Hahahaha!"

The blood giant bared his teeth and giggled strangely, his voice and demeanor were somewhat similar to those of the red-haired ancestor. [

Qianhezi turned the exercises far away, absorbed the medicinal properties of the pills, and calmed his breath: "Pindao is not very interested in people, ghosts or ghosts. If fellow Taoists don't mind, let the poor Daoist Let me help you recover!"

The blood giant licked his lips and said: "I'm more interested in the spirit of fellow Taoist, why don't you let me send you to hell first, don't worry, you won't be a lonely ghost, your disciples and grandchildren, soon I will accompany you!"

Qian Hezi laughed and said, "Fellow Daoists are really brazen. You are not qualified by yourself!"

"And what about me?"

A dark wind suddenly picked up, and an old ugly woman with white hair and chicken skin and red flowers appeared in midair, looking at Qian Hezi with a sinister smile.

Another half-step Nascent Soul!

Qian Hezi's face finally became a little more serious, and he said: "Mother Red Flower, you loose cultivators have come to join in the fun sometime, and you have become cannon fodder for these clowns, be careful to be swallowed by them without even the scum left. "

"Thank you for your reminder!"

The red flower ghost mother smiled and said: "I forgot to tell fellow daoists that the old lady is now the elder guardian of Yuan Mozong. , I will definitely take over the treasures of your Lianyun Daozong."

Qian Hezi laughed angrily, and said: "You old bastards are too impatient, let's go through the level of Pindao first!"

Baimang reappears!Qian Hezi's natal sword slashed at the blood giant again, but he made up his mind to kill the injured red-haired patriarch first.

The blood giant's arm shook in the air, and two bloody chains stretched out from the palm, fighting with the white sword.

Seeing Qian Hezi, the red flower ghost mother ignored her completely, snorted furiously, and let go of the dragon head crutch in her hand, turning into a blue-black flood dragon, with its mouth raging, and devoured it.

Qian Hezi was not in a hurry, he did two things with one mind, pinched a trick, the hidden dragon sword appeared in a flash, blocking the way of Jiaolong.Running all the power in his body by himself, his figure flashed, appeared in front of the blood giant, and shouted: "Death!"

The fist hit the blood giant's heart with a dazzling green awn!

"Boom!" This is a direct collision between the vitality of wood and the death energy of blood.The blood giant froze for a moment, then exploded, turning into a rain of blood.

The green primordial spirit, just escaped, was about to run away, but was pierced by the white sword and turned into dust.

The red-haired patriarch is dead and his soul disappears!

"Swoosh!" A strong wind came from behind Qian Hezi!

Qian Hezi screamed in his heart, the blow just now had exhausted all the magic power in his body, the old power was gone, the new power was not born, there was no resistance at all, the fingertips of the Red Flower Ghost Mother firmly tapped on his back On the gate of life, the Yin Qi broke the body!

"Fellow Daoist, let me give you a ride too!"

The voice of the Red Flower Ghost Mother was like that of a mountain ghost, sinister and shrill.

……

Qian Hezi felt that he was flying in the sky, light and airy, empty, aimless and free.

Something hot flowed out of his body, but it made him feel warm.

He remembered what the teacher said to him back then: You are the child I picked from a group of white cranes, so I named you Qianhezi.If one day, you will leave eventually, it must be returning to the arms of Crane God.So, in that moment, don't panic, don't be afraid, because, you're going home.

Countless figures of white cranes flitted in front of Qian Hezi's eyes, circling and dancing, with various demeanors, singing continuously, as if welcoming him.

Yes, I'm home!

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