Qing Ben's black and cute demon concubine strikes

Chapter 533 The Body of Nine Cauldrons (1)
Song Xueyi was still standing there intact, a small cylinder in his hand filled with a mighty spiritual mist, as if phantoms of fairy beasts were flying around.

This is a pill.

A panacea that has shown spirituality.

Song Xueyi closed his palms, and the elixir in his palms shattered.

A melodious beast sound entered everyone's ears, and a wave of air spread out from Song Xueyi's palm.

Everyone who was swept away by this wave of air felt as if they were stuck by something.

Not only did the body's reaction slow down a lot, but Linghai's spiritual power reaction also slowed down.

"Despicable." The old man in white's face darkened.

The old man in black followed and said, "It's actually medicine. If you are not strong enough, you can use tricks."

Jiuhua sneered, "Did you forget that Song Xueyi was originally a pharmacist, and a pharmacist doesn't use medicine, so what do you want him to use? If you have the ability, tell Song Yuanqing not to use that body of nine tripods."

The faces of the old black and white twin stars all changed when they heard the words.

It was Song Xueyi who performed so well in terms of force that they all forgot Song Xueyi's identity as a pharmacist.

From the beginning, Song Xueyi was known as a genius alchemist.

It's just that Song Xueyi has never sold panacea, nor has he made a name for himself in refining medicine, so it has gradually been forgotten.

Now it seems that Song Xueyi has never given up on alchemy. His best aspect and deepest hole card are still this.

If Song Xueyi's alchemy has been growing in secret, then how far has he grown now?More importantly, they seem to have overlooked one of the most important issues, that is, the importance of a monstrous alchemist to a sect, a family, or even any force.

Alchemists don't need to be strong themselves, as long as they can cultivate high-grade panacea, they can recruit countless masters and cultivate countless geniuses.

"Yuan Qing, don't hold back, kill him!" The old man in black said coldly.

Needless to say, the old man in black, Song Yuanqing never thought of keeping his hand in this battle.

"With external force, it's just a dying struggle."

Song Yuanqing said in a low voice.

He was shocked, and the three-legged cauldron covering his body shimmered, expelling the external medicinal power, and another three-legged cauldron appeared on the left, with a raging blue flame burning in the cauldron, and the blue flame was brighter than the red one. Inflammation is more scorching hot.

"Hmph, small tricks, nothing to worry about." Seeing that Song Yuanqing was not affected by the elixir, the old man in white felt relieved and glanced at Jiuhuaming.

"It's really remarkable." Jiuhua said in a neutral comment.

He wondered to himself what kind of bad luck had happened to the Song family in the small lower realm to produce these two monstrous geniuses.

Whether it is Song Xueyi or Song Yuanqing, even in the upper realm, they are rare geniuses among geniuses. With their current strength, even in the upper realm, in front of the group of elites trained by major families and sects in the upper realm , are fearless.

What's more, their talents are even more rare.In the lower realm, restricted by the rules, and not as rich in resource cultivation as the upper realm, it is shocking to see people growing up in such a realm by relying on their own talent and hard work.

It would be a pity if any of them really died.

Jiuhua sighed softly, just felt that they were doomed not to be kind.

Song Yuanqing's spiritual root is related to Song Xueyi, if he can't really defeat or even kill Song Xueyi, Song Xueyi will become his permanent demon, even if he says he doesn't care, the existence of the spiritual root will always be It is a hidden danger.

And what about Song Xueyi?
The corner of Jiuhua's mouth twitched lightly.

Just based on the few words Song Yuanqing said, and Song Xueyi's obsession with Baili Lingjiu, it is strange that he can tolerate this person.

Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, otherwise I really don't know what his expression would be like now.

At this time, a new change appeared between the two people in midair.

The potency of the elixir could not affect Song Yuanqing, and another elixir appeared in Song Xueyi's hand. When everyone thought he was about to take the drug, he paused and turned his head to look in Lingjiu's direction.

Not knowing what he was thinking, he actually took the pill back.

Even Lingjiu didn't expect him to do this. With Song Xueyi's special physique, it was completely a bug. As long as he really let go, it would not be difficult to challenge the challenge. It would consume energy and energy to kill the opponent. A means to kill him with one blow.

What is the reason why Song Xueyi gave up doing this now?
"I don't want to take back what I gave you." Song Xueyi whispered, not as if talking to anyone, but more like talking to himself, "It's just that you shouldn't even want to take Jiuer away."

"Sure enough..." Both Jiuhuaming and Li Tianan felt this way.

This is the only thing Song Xueyi really cares about.

No one could see, Song Xueyi's cold face behind the white jade mask was gradually covered with blood marks.

Demon.

Evil.

"I will let you stop thinking about it." Song Xueyi's voice gradually returned to normal, as elegant as a mountain stream, pleasant to the ear but without warmth, "Jiu'er, no one can take it away."

A chaotic aura that could be felt actually emanated from Song Xueyi's body.

Blood-red vines emerged from the palm of his hand, intertwined to form a large sword, with a fishy-sweet smell permeating from the blade.

Song Yuanqing frowned, and the flames in a three-legged cauldron beside him were suppressed by the momentum, and the fire continued to weaken, as if forced to bow his head by some irresistible pressure.

At this time, Song Xueyi moved.

His speed was already fast, but this time it was so fast that it shocked everyone.

The space seems to have become a stream of water, and he is a fish flowing in the water. He is still a hundred meters away at this time, and he is in front of Song Yuanqing in the blink of an eye.

The blood sword displayed a set of mysterious swordsmanship in his hand, displaying a word of fast to the fullest.

Song Yuanqing found it difficult to resist under the sword force that was so fast that there was no flaw, and he had no choice but to resist with the body of the tripod.

The body of Jiuding is worthy of being the body of an ancient god and man. In the face of such a stormy attack, he still stands tall.

At first, he was surprised by Song Xueyi's truth, and the black and white twin star old man who was worried about Song Yuanqing was relieved, and the white clothed old man also said, "It's just a show."

Jiuhuaming smiled but didn't refute his words.

Looking at the appearance from the sidelines, only Song Yuanqing, who was really facing Song Xueyi's stormy offensive, understood how terrible Song Xueyi was at this time.

Not only is his swordsmanship terrifying, but even more terrifying is the sword in his hand.

(End of this chapter)