Fantasy: I Have An Elixir Garden

Chapter 19: Ji Yao

Suddenly, the god of good fortune, which had been up and down in Dantian, trembled, and Wan Che suddenly woke up. At this time, he found that Feng Wu’er was less than half a foot away from him, and the bronze mirror in his hand was cut directly toward his neck. Come.

“Damn it!”

His scalp was numb, his figure retreated violently, and he could have avoided this strike. At this time, Jin Ling also reacted and screamed to Tianqing, very irritable. It seemed that it had also fallen into a strange illusion just now!

“Hey! You can break free from my illusion, you really have some strength.”

A hint of surprise flashed in Feng Wu’er’s beautiful eyes. This was her great trump card. Although she was now suppressed in the Open Vein Realm, it was not a mere nine-vein failure. Innate’s unrevealed ants could resist.

In recent years, I don’t know how many self-proclaimed Tianjiao disciples of Bufan are trapped in illusion, unable to extricate themselves, and even ugly. This has made her famous, a poppy flower that charms all living beings, with unparalleled charm but with deadly poisonous thorns. .

As everyone knows, Wan Che is the lingering fear. Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, he is full of jealousy. The attack method is simply impossible to prevent, so he accidentally said.

“It’s really worthy of being a fascinating body.” He secretly said in his heart.

“Disciple, this is just the tip of this physique iceberg. This physique is ancient and powerful, has a charm effect on everything, and can arouse the most instinctive desire and eagerness.”

The words of leaving the sky faintly sounded in Wan Che’s heart.

Each of the ten supreme physiques is stronger than the other, and each has its own unique place. Once used properly, no one can match it.

When Mo Qing and Li Quanyuan saw Wan Che, their expressions were ruthless, and they directly attacked Wan Che.

The dark golden double mace, with a violent qi, lashed out.

Clang clang!

Sparks flew everywhere, and Wan Che felt a huge force hitting the eight-pole square sword, the tiger’s mouth burst, and the woman in the black dress retreated violently.

At this time, Mo Qing’s elegant and light spirit sword followed closely and pointed directly at the masked woman in Wan Che’s arms.

He grasped this strike very well and was extremely tricky. At this time, Wan Che’s old power had gone, and when the new power had not returned, he couldn’t hide away at all.

The attack came in an instant, and the masked woman’s clear star eyes were extremely calm, and she couldn’t see her panic at all.

When the tip of the sword was about to fall on the masked woman, Wan Che’s face was cruel, and a touch of determination flashed. Straighten his right arm tightly, and hugged the masked woman in his arms for a few minutes.

Pouch!

Wan Che let out a muffled snort at the sound of the sharp sword entering the body.

The starry eyes of the woman with the mask in her arms widened, and she felt a warm liquid falling on her hand. Seeing the young boy’s face pale with a hint of pain, she felt like a small stone thrown into the lake of heart without joy and sorrow, with silk ripples.

clang!

Wan Che raised the epee in his hand, and shot the long sword that had pierced behind him, bloody.

Haw!

Jin Ling gave a cry and saw Wan Che was injured, scarlet violent in the huge bird eyes, directly inciting the giant wings, and repelling the wind dance in front of him.

Swinging straight up, the demon’s body swelled again, and the feathers turned into a golden light like a sharp blade.

The feathers fell off and turned into thousands of arrows, attacking Mo Qing and Li Quanyuan.

The golden feathers are overwhelming, and the two can’t avoid it, they can only fight hard to resist.

“Jin Ling, let’s go!”

Wan Che directly stopped Jin Ling through a voice transmission, and he saw that Jin Ling was now in a violent state.

Now this situation is quite unfavorable to them, and now he and the masked woman are injured, and Jin Ling alone will definitely not get any benefit in the hands of the three of them.

Instigated by the giant wing, he rolled up the sky storm and fell directly in front of Wan Che. Without hesitation, he hugged the masked woman directly, jumped behind Jin Ling, and swept down the peak.

“Damn beast!”

A three-finger-wide wound appeared on Li Quanyuan’s hand, and blood ran wildly. This was caused by Jin Ling’s last blow with Wan Ling’s arrow.

Wan Ling Arrow is Jin Ling’s awakening natural magical power. With its Realm ascending, its power will also increase. The natal magical powers are the same as spiritual arts, but natal spiritual arts can only be performed by a race or a special individual, just like Wanling Arrows, only the Tianpeng clan can perform them.

Generally speaking, natal psychic skills are more mysterious than spiritual skills. For example, Feng Wuer just now uses her charm skills, and her physique, even if her strength is far superior to her, she is afraid that she will fall into her illusion for a while.

For human cultivators, in addition to special physiques that may nurture natal supernatural powers, only those powerful imperial emperors can inherit supernatural powers.

On Jin Ling’s back, Wan Che’s tight body completely relaxed, and everyone who was still in the medicinal field saw Jin Ling’s huge monster body, and they flashed to one side.

“let me go!”

Seeing that Wan Che hadn’t let go of herself for a long time, the woman in the black dress mask reminded again.

Feeling the young man’s strong heartbeat, broad and solid chest, a shy blush flashed across the face of the masked woman, but this appearance was hidden under a cold mask.

What Wan Che didn’t know, even if he didn’t take action, the masked woman could save her life.

At this time Wan Che finally reacted and immediately let go of the masked woman.

“In Xia Wanche, I don’t know the girl’s name?”

Standing on Jin Ling’s back, the two of them did not appear cramped and cramped. After a little embarrassment, Wan Che spoke directly.

The woman in the mask suppressed the injuries in her body and took a closer look at Wan Che. The young man had a handsome outline and piercing eyes. A pair of sword eyebrows flew into the temple, her thin lips pressed tightly, and she was looking at her worriedly.

From childhood to adulthood, the young talents she met didn’t know where they were. Those who pursued her were more like crucian carp in the river, but never a member of the opposite sex gave her such a sense of cleanliness and comfort.

A strange feeling struck my heart…

“Ji Yao!”

The ghost and goddess said his name, although the voice was low, but Wan Che heard it really.

“Ji Yao? What a good name.”