The more the fairy suffers, the greater my cultivation will be

The two of them were in a mess.

Hearing this, Qin Shou's face suddenly turned cold, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he coldly spat out three words to Wei Yan: "Crash it."

Wei Yan immediately controlled the spirit boat obediently, and the spirit boat was like a nimble dragon, slamming into the black fog.

"Ah——"

Only a shrill scream was heard suddenly, and a person suddenly fell out of the black fog.

This person was like a kite with a broken string, struggling in the air, but falling straight down without any control.

Qin Shou saw this, his face stern, and immediately ordered decisively: "Catch him!"

You must know that this place is a thousand meters high in the sky. Even with the strong physical strength of the foundation-building cultivator, if he falls from such a height, he will definitely turn into a pile of meat paste in an instant.

Ying is already dead, and this dragon must be kept alive no matter what, and there is no room for loss!

Wei Yan hurriedly changed the hand gestures to control the spirit boat, and the spirit boat instantly fell rapidly downward like a burning meteorite, and its speed was even faster than the speed of the dragon falling.

"Oh, my God!"

The people on the boat were completely unprepared, and were immediately thrown to the ground by this sudden change. One by one, they sat down on the deck in embarrassment.

Qin Shou stood steadily with his unparalleled strength. During the rapid fall, he only felt a slight surge of blood and a strong sense of weightlessness.

The dragon's broken body fell on the deck, and with a "pop", it was like a pool of scarlet blood. Some passengers reacted a little slower and were splashed with blood. They frowned and looked disgusted. They wished they could cut the demon cultivator on the deck into pieces to relieve their hatred.

After successfully catching the dragon, "Get up!"

Wei Yan shouted in a low voice, and raised his hands up suddenly. The speed of the spiritual boat's descent suddenly decreased, and finally it flew forward slowly and steadily without any danger.

At this time, Wei Yan was panting like an old cow, and his steps were also very weak. He almost sat down on the ground.

Qin Shou quickly stepped forward, and his fingertips quickly condensed a ball of light blue spiritual power, and then threw it at Long.

As the gentle wood spiritual power was slowly injected, the dying Long finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His face was covered with blood, his eyes widened, glaring at Qin Shou, gritting his teeth and saying, "Qin Shou, you are really hiding deep enough!"

Qin Shou frowned and shouted coldly, "Tell me, who sent you? Why do you know my name and whereabouts?"

Hearing this, Long laughed wantonly, but then he coughed violently, spitting out a few mouthfuls of scarlet blood, with a playful look on his face, and said provocatively, "I won't tell you!"

Qin Shou looked around at the monks around him and asked in a deep voice, "Do you have a jade slip of the soul-searching technique to sell to me!"

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other and then shook their heads.

How could they, cultivators who were only in the Qi Refining Stage, have such evil skills?

Only Wei Yan's expression changed slightly. There happened to be a jade slip about soul-searching in his storage bag, which he found by chance.

But there were so many people here at the moment. If he sold this evil skill here and it was spread out, his reputation in the future would probably be ruined.

After all, he made a lot of spirit stones by carrying people on this spirit boat, which was also one of his ways to make money.

When Long heard this, his face suddenly changed. He really didn't expect Qin Shou to be so insidious and cunning, and actually tried to search his soul!

This guy's thinking is exactly the same as that of a demon cultivator!

His mind raced, and his tone instantly became much softer, "Qin Shou, if you want to know, then join our magic sect. With your qualifications, you will surely be able to thrive in the magic sect and be free and unfettered. Why do you need to be subservient and obey those people in Xianyun Sect?"

"So! Fellow Daoist Qin, you are a disciple of Xianyun Sect!"

Wei Yan was slightly shocked. Xianyun Sect is one of the more famous righteous sects in Shenzhou Continent.

He had the idea of ​​currying favor with Qin Shou again, and wanted to sell the soul-searching technique to Qin Shou. After all, it was a rare opportunity to be able to get close to a disciple of a big sect like Qin Shou.

"Xianyun Sect? It's the Xianyun Sect that is rumored to have a beautiful fairy.

?”

“Yes, it’s the Xianyun Sect!”

Several people started to discuss quietly, and there was a little more envy in their eyes when they looked at Qin Shou.

It is quite difficult for casual cultivators like them to join a sect, mainly because their qualifications are too poor.

Of course, some casual cultivators are used to freedom and are not used to the various restrictions of the sect, so they did not join the sect.

Qin Shou seemed to be unaware of the discussions of others, just raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiled indifferently, and said leisurely: "Forget it, I have heard a little about the demons, they are obviously a group of rats crossing the street, and they still talk about being free and easy, which is simply a foolish dream! "

The dragon was speechless for a moment. As Qin Shou said, in the past few hundred years, the demons have been suppressed by the righteous, and have lost a lot of territory, leaving only a small piece of land in the west.

"Tell me quickly, why do you want to arrest me? Who sent you here? Maybe when I am in a good mood, I can spare your life."

Qin Shou then slowly put forward his conditions. His white clothes fluttered in the wind, his expression was cold and proud, and the sharpness between his eyebrows seemed to be able to see through everything.

"Bah! Wishful thinking! I will never tell you even if I die!"

The dragon suddenly spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and there was a trace of minced meat in the phlegm, which looked extremely terrifying.

After that, his eyes suddenly showed an extremely crazy look, and he hissed: "You all will be buried with me! "

Suddenly, extremely rich and smelly blood gushed out from Long's body like a tide. His original skin turned blood red in the blink of an eye, and his body began to swell wildly, like a blown-up pig bladder, swollen and about to burst.

"Oh no, he wants to self-destruct, run!"

Someone recognized Long's current state at a glance and couldn't help but exclaimed.

The passengers around heard the sound, all like frightened birds, hurriedly flying swords and scattered in all directions. The scene was in chaos, like ants on a hot pot.

At this moment, only the ship owner Wei Yan and Qin Shou were left in this place.

Qin Shou was not panicked at all, just smiled coldly, and said disdainfully: "Want to self-destruct, it's a fool's dream! "

He quickly extended his right hand fingers, and the wood spirit power instantly transformed into several sharp wooden thorns, which pierced into the acupuncture points around the dragon with a fierce momentum, instantly blocking the dragon's spiritual power supply and firmly sealing its cultivation.

The dragon, which was originally swollen like a ball, began to reduce swelling at an extremely fast speed, but the skin was still blood red, and it was obviously difficult to reduce it in a short time.

The dragon was like a deflated ball at this moment, limp on the ground, unable to move, and no longer had the arrogance just now.