Cultivate your sister’s immortals

Mo Luoxue looked at Mo Yi who was like a gossamer and fell into deep thought, she now has two choices, the first is to learn Mo Yi’s previous practice, swallow it herself and then cut the pulse to feed the blood, and the second method is to chew it herself and then give it to Mo Yi mouth-to-mouth.

Which to choose? Mo Luoxue fell into the first problem in her life, and there was not much time left for her.

Mo Luoxue knelt beside Mo Yi, she stroked Mo Yi’s hair, her pupils couldn’t tell whether it was pity or distress, she picked up the fragrant yellow bud pill in her hand…. Broke open Mo Yi’s mouth and shoved it in, his movements were rude and merciless.

“Woohoo!” Mo Yi, who was originally in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes, and he subconsciously opened and closed his teeth at Huang Yadan with a look of bewilderment. Huang Ya Dan is worthy of being the spirit pill in the mouth of immortal cultivators, and as soon as it was crushed in the mouth, it turned into a jade liquid and slipped into the throat, and the majestic medicinal power entered the stomach pouch and instantly played a role.

Mo Yi’s face changed and he subconsciously wanted to reach out to scratch his back, a feeling of incomparable itching made him creepy, he desperately wanted to scratch his back, but Mo Luoxue took the lead and held his hands.

“Hehe, Turtle Breath Dafa, practice well, I can’t imagine that you can actually do this martial art, if it weren’t for the fact that I had dabbled in it before, I would have caught your way.” , Mo Luoxue’s sneer accompanied by the words reached Mo Yi’s ears, Mo Yi wanted to cry without tears, this time it was really stealing chickens and not eroding rice, he forgot that Mo Luoxue was a real martial arts master who did not mix the slightest moisture! Although he absorbed most of the spiritual power of the previous elixir, and his physical fitness was comparable to that of the Mixed Yuan Master, he was too clumsy in terms of martial arts, and playing the Turtle Breath Dafa in front of Mo Luoxue was no different from getting an axe in the banmen.

The scars on Mo Yi’s back healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the healing of Mo Luoxue’s neck injuries on Panyuxian Road was too small to be too intuitively reflected. And what happened to Mo Yi now completely reflected the power of the elixir in the hands of the Immortal Cultivator Sect! The flesh of the living dead is not fake.

Watching Mo Yi regain his vitality, the immortal cultivators in mid-air couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, they subconsciously looked angrily at the battle situation in the distance, and just when they wanted to reprimand Cheng Jingyu and Yi Haoran, they were stunned.

The heaven-devouring sword glow disappeared, like a splash of water hitting the wall, and only a puddle of water flowed, and nothing else. But the sword is not water, and it is not a wall that hits, but a formation, a sword array composed of hundreds of swords of all kinds!

“Little Thousand Sword Formation.” Someone in the crowd of immortal cultivators whispered.

Yi Haoran looked at Cheng Jingyu in the distance indifferently, he stood in the center of a region surrounded by long swords, surrounded by all kinds of swords, each sword was glowing with a faint halo, they formed a circle in the air and slowly rotated in the center area of Yi Haoran, an independent space was formed within the sword array, and everything outside could not break through the sword formation and enter it.

Cheng Jingyu looked at the Xiaoqian Sword Formation without a hint of expression, he did not panic or shock, just like Yi Haoran did not cast the sword formation, but just drew his sword… To put it another way, that is, Cheng Jingyu did not put Yi Haoran’s sword formation in his eyes at all!

He raised his sword again, his gaze awe-inspiring.

Yi Haoran shook his head and said, “If you come again, that immortal miao will be played to death by you, and even your own strength cannot be controlled, and you will lose your identity as a true disciple, and the Heavenly Solitary Gate will come out just like that.” ”

Cheng Jingyu was stunned, he heard the sound and looked at the ground, where Mo Yi was pressed by Mo Luoxue on the grass, on his back was blank, the original clothes disappeared, leaving a white back, with Cheng Jingyu’s eyes, it is not difficult to see that it is newly grown tender meat, then you can also imagine what happened to Mo Yi before.

Cheng Jingyu put down the long sword and glanced at Yi Haoran, his eyes were full of the meaning of “it’s all your pot”, Yi Haoran was also extremely irritable, this technique of forcibly throwing the pot Cheng Jingyu is also deep in his master, that is, the true legend of the head of the Tiangu Gate.

“Say, Cheng Jingyu, what the hell are you going to do?” Yi Haoran stood in the center of the sword formation and asked.

Cheng Jingyu looked at Mo Yi and Mo Luoxue and said, “Bring him back to the sect, the master should be very interesting to him, by the way, I also want that woman.” ”

“Both? Your ambition is really big, not only me, I’m afraid the ten immortal sects will not agree. Yi Haoran said lightly.

Cheng Jingyu didn’t look at Yi Haoran: “The charter of the Immortal Cultivator Alliance, Immortal Miao chooses his own destination.” ”

The faces of all the immortal cultivators watching in the sky were instantly as constipated, just like before they poured feces on Cheng Jingyu, now Cheng Jingyu pounced on him and hugged him, even if he rolled, the two were in the same situation immediately, no one could use force to ask for the fate of Mo Yi and Mo Luoxue, and now the choice was completely handed over to Mo Yi and Mo Luoxue, and the fate of the two who walked the immortal road was left to fate.

“…” Yi Haoran waved his hand, and the sword array in the air rotated rapidly, shrinking while constantly rotating, not only the range but also the size of the sword. Within a few seconds, the huge sword formation shrank to the size of a palm and was put into Yi Haoran’s sleeve.

“Now it’s time to choose where to go.” Mo Yi looked up at the dynamics of the two people with great fanfare, and after thinking about it, he had a bottom in his heart.

The chaotic scene slowly calmed down, the immortal cultivators unified floating in mid-air to look at the people on the ground, most of their eyes were fixed on Mo Yi, everyone on the ground fell silent, they looked at one sect after another on the list and pondered, each sect has its own conditions, such as the second Changfeng Sect disciple requirement is “upper grade C” above, the lower ones are not considered, but the question arises again, what level is this “upper grade C grade”? Mo Yi didn’t know his rank at all, so he couldn’t determine his position at all.

This time the choice was related to their future achievements, as well as the speed of cultivation on the Immortal Road, no one dared to make a decision casually, they pondered and vacillated between several sects.

Mo Yi slowly calmed down, and he began to slowly calculate in his heart, almost all the immortal cultivators present now looked at themselves, and did not pay attention to others, even Mo Luoxue, who had also walked the immortal road, did not leave a straight eye, which was very unreasonable. Because immortal cultivators can’t just focus on themselves, other excellent seeds will not be wooed, which is undoubtedly very stupid… But if you think about it from another angle, it makes sense, that is, these immortal cultivators do not know the talents of these people! Only a small number of “examiners” knew that Yi Haoran was undoubtedly one, listening to their conversation, the black-robed middle-aged man and the white-robed sword immortal were also one of the examiners.

“Could it be because of that Immortal Cultivator Alliance?” Mo Yi silently guessed that there were too many things he didn’t understand, and when he first arrived, everything was covered in shadows and couldn’t be seen clearly.