"Senior Brother!"

"Don't go over!" The figure shook, and Jing Xingzhi stopped Mo Tiange and shouted sternly.

Mo Tiange didn't even look at him.

Jing Xingzhi had no choice but to grab her arm, and spiritual energy poured out from the palm of his hand.

The fierce sword intent of the Yuanying Sword Cultivator was suppressed, and Mo Tiange could not move, so he could only watch.

Qin Xi had been completely swallowed by the breath of the Vermilion Bird, and his whole body was wrapped in red mist, but the breath of the Vermilion Bird continued to spread out from Ling Yunhe and rushed towards him.

"You can't solve anything when you go there!" Jing Xingzhi said calmly, "This Suzaku Breath is so domineering. If you are in the Dan Killing Stage, if Qin Shoujing can't stand it, you will just die one more if you go."

"..." Mo Tiange couldn't hear anything he said. She just looked at Qin Xi and looked at him entangled by the breath of the Vermillion Bird, and her heart suddenly became empty.

She could only hope that before he could not bear it, the divine power on the Vermilion Bird's bow would be exhausted. As for who the Vermilion Bird's bow was, she didn't care, and it didn't matter whether it was a wedding dress for others. As long as he saved his life, it would be enough.

But the breath of the Vermillion Bird seemed to have not stopped, and kept surging out, pouring into Ling Yunhe's meridians, then flowing out of Ling Yunhe's body, wrapping around Qin Xi.

The red mist on Qin Xi's body became thicker and thicker. In the end, it seemed as if it was covered in blood, and even the figure could not be seen clearly.

Looking at this scene, the iron-faced real person was both happy and sad.

He originally wanted to catch someone to share the pressure of the Breath of the Vermilion Bird. Qin Xi and Jing Xingzhi were both Nascent Soul cultivators. He was not sure, so he had to attack Mo Tiange, who had the lowest cultivation level. But unexpectedly, by chance, the Breath of the Vermilion Bird would come to Qin Xi. He was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and the power of the Vermilion Bird could bear was much more than Mo Tiange. Maybe he would be enough.

However, the breath of the Vermilion Bird is so strong that when Qin Xi is already entangled, there is still no stop. The Iron-Faceful True Man can't help but worry again.

If Qin Xi is not enough, what should I do? I originally planned to fight for my life and share the power of the Suzaku, but I had already taken action just now. With the ruthless and ruthless personality of that sword cultivator, I was afraid that I would take advantage of others' danger and die in vain.

Thinking of this, the Iron-Faceful Real Man could not move forward and retreat for a while, and could only watch helplessly.

"Boom!" The blood mist was extremely thick, and a loud bang suddenly exploded on Qin Xi's body, and the blood mist turned into flames and started to burn.

Mo Tiange was shocked. What is this? The flame formed by the breath of the Vermilion Bird contains the power of the Vermilion Bird. Even Qin Xi's extreme Yang True Fire was extremely afraid of it. Just burned it directly on him. Is there still life?

"Huh!" Jing Xingzhi, who was beside him, exclaimed in surprise and muttered to himself, "It's so strange."

At this moment, Ling Yunhe's hand was held on the bow of the Vermilion Bird. The Vermilion Bird's breath entered the meridians through the palm of his hand, and then passed through him to the body of Yuanmu Zhenren. However, Yuanmu Zhenren's body was red, and his meridians and dantian were filled with the Vermilion Bird's breath, but Qin Xi's situation was different from them.

First, he had not contacted Ling Yunhe before, it can be said that the Breath of Vermilion Bird took the initiative to find him; second, the Breath of Vermilion Bird on his body was in a state of red mist that was permeated around him, unlike the two of them, who entered the meridians directly; third, there was no flame on the other two, only Qin Xi turned into flames in the end.

After a while, the flames completely surrounded Qin Xi, and nothing could be seen except a hazy shadow.

Just when others thought he was about to be burned out by the flames, a misty white light suddenly appeared in his dantian. The white light was just a tiny dot at the beginning, hidden in the flames, as faint as if it was a human illusion. But gradually, the white light became brighter and bigger and bigger. In the end, it even competed for the flames of the Vermillion Bird.

"Boom!" Another dull sound, the breath of the Vermilion Bird rushed towards Qin Xi as if crazy, from the Vermilion Bird's bow, from Ling Yunhe, and even Yuanmu Zhenren!

These breaths of the Vermillion Bird flowed to Qin Xi, turning into flames, and then rushed towards the white light!

"This is..." Jing Xingzhi and the Iron-faced Real Person were stunned. What's the situation?

After Mo Tiange was stunned, he suddenly thought of something and was overjoyed: "Yang Lingzhu!"

She almost forgot that Qin Xi had a Yang Lingzhu! Jing and Daojun said that Yang Lingzhu is a strange thing in heaven and earth. It is born in the spiritual vein and specifically swallows the Yang Lingqi in the spiritual vein. Over time, he swallowed the Yang Lingzhu in the entire spiritual vein and produced Yang Lingzhu.

According to this statement, the Yang Ling Pearl contains countless spiritual energy. If it is completely released, even a god-transforming cultivator will easily explode the body of spiritual energy. Because the one that can produce the Yang Ling Pearl will definitely not be a small spiritual vein, and a god-transforming cultivator cannot have more spiritual energy than spiritual vein.

Since a Yang Spirit Pearl can accommodate so much spiritual energy, can it also accommodate the divine power brought by the Breath of the Suzaku?

Thinking of this, Mo Tiange felt that he was alive in a desperate situation, and hope arises in his heart.

"Yang Lingzhu?" Jing Xingzhi frowned slightly, puzzled.

Although Qin Xi had the adventure of getting the Yang Lingzhu with him, he had no idea what the inconspicuous bead would be. If he knew it, he would have regretted it so much that his intestines were blue, because he didn't take the bead seriously at all. When he distributed the spoils, he threw it to Qin Xi casually. It was because of this Yang Lingzhu that Qin Xi practiced faster than him and had more opportunities than him. He also obtained the ultimate skill like Pure Yang Jue from the God-Transforming Cultivator, and even achieved a marriage with Mo Tiange.

Fortunately, he didn't know that sometimes, ignorance is also a kind of happiness.

The white light became brighter and brighter, and the speed of the Vermillion Bird's breath rushed towards Qin Xi was getting faster and faster. The expression of the Iron-Faced True Man became a little weird, and he intuitively felt that something was wrong.

The Yang Lingzhu shines brightly, but the light of the Vermilion Bird's Bow becomes dimmer and dimmer. The Vermilion Bird's breath on Ling Yunhe and Yuanmu's body is also getting less and less. All of these Vermilion Bird's breaths are pouring towards Qin Xi alone!

I don’t know how long it lasts, maybe a quarter of an hour, or a shorter, but the flames on the Vermilion Bird’s bow finally shaking, dimming, until they disappear. Without the Vermilion Bird’s breath, it looks just a simple and exquisite weapon.

The breath of the Vermilion Bird on Ling Yunhe and Yuanmu Zhenren also disappeared. Without the support of the Vermilion Bird's divine power, they were suddenly at the ground.

The iron-faced real person was stunned for a moment, rushed forward, and checked the situation of Ling Yunhe and Yuanmu real person.

As soon as he pressed the two men's pulse, the iron-faced real man was stunned. After a while, he collapsed on the ground.

The two of them, their meridians and dantian were forcibly rushed through by the breath of the Vermilion Bird. Although they were not broken, they were almost completely damaged.

Ling Yunhe was better. The fire spirit in which he practiced was in line with the breath of the Vermilion Bird, but the meridians were forcibly widened and slightly damaged. However, the meridians of Yuanmu were broken and almost lost their spiritual energy! This Vermilion Bird bow was an ancient spiritual magic weapon. Even if Yuanmu was already a great cultivator of Yuanhou, he could not afford such powerful Vermilion Bird divine power.

The reason why the Iron-faced True Man is so gloomy is the Vermilion Bird bow on the altar. If he loses the Vermilion Bird breath, he will lose the Vermilion Bird's divine power. Is that still a magic weapon for spiritual power? Besides, Ling Yunhe has fainted, but the Vermilion Bird bow is still placed on the altar. No matter how it looks, it doesn't look like he has already conquered the Vermilion Bird bow.

He couldn't help but wonder, was the last wish of the ancestor, the efforts of the Nine Yan Sect over the past 100,000 years, just like a mirror and a water moon? Is it because their guess was wrong, or was Ling Yunhe's cultivation insufficient?

The fire on Qin Xi's body was slowly darkening. When the last light disappeared, the Vermilion Bird's bow on the altar shook and flew towards him, and sank into his body with the fire.

The Yang Ling Bead, because it absorbed the breath of the Vermilion Bird, was no longer pure white, but turned into light red. After swallowing all the breath of the Vermilion Bird, the Yang Ling Bead flashed for a while, and slowly shrank its light and finally disappeared.

As for Qin Xi - he fell down.

"Senior Brother!" Mo Tiange shouted.

Jing Xingzhi saw that there was no danger, so he put away the sword intent and let her go.

She rushed forward, knelt down, and helped Qin Xi up.

Qin Xi closed his eyes, his teeth closed, and his face looked like death.

Mo Tiange's heart was beating violently. He reached out and touched his pulse. He found that there was still spiritual breath flowing. He breathed a sigh of relief and felt that Kong Kong's heart had a little vitality.

Alive, at least he is still alive...

Jing Xingzhi walked over and grabbed Qin Xi's pulse, but his brows became tighter and tighter.

"What's wrong?" Mo Tiange asked nervously. The difference in cultivation was that she could not use spiritual energy to explore the specific situation in Qin Xi's body, but only knew that there was spiritual energy in her meridians.

After a while, Jing Xingzhi let go of Qin Xi's pulse and said, "It's very bad. The spiritual energy in his body is almost empty, the sea of ​​consciousness is closed, and the dantian is damaged..." He glanced at Mo Tiange, thought about the words, and said carefully, "Although he did not die this time, I don't know if I can hold on to this situation."

"..." Mo Tiange was stunned for a while. The sea of ​​consciousness was closed. She had encountered this situation before. The sea of ​​consciousness was the place of thought. Once the sea of ​​consciousness was closed, a person would be a living dead person without consciousness. What's more serious is that the spiritual energy in his body was almost empty and his dantian was damaged. A monk could not practice without consciousness. If he could not practice, he could not absorb spiritual energy to heal his wounds. If he did not heal the wounds, the injuries in the dantian would deteriorate step by step. At that time, his body would slowly collapse and die unconsciously... Even if he could hold on and wake up one day, his cultivation would drop sharply.

Fortunately, Qin Xi is already a Nascent Soul monk. His body has been reshaped when he is born. He has practiced body refining techniques. As long as he protects his dantian, his body will not shrink.

But even so, it is unknown when he opened his sea of ​​consciousness and woke up, maybe one day or two, maybe one year or two, or even ten or a hundred years...

This is why Jing Xingzhi finds it difficult to express.

In the hall, three living people and three half dead people were all silent.

After a while, Jing Xingzhi suddenly looked up alertly: "Can't waste time, let's go out soon!"

The demonic energy outside has almost disappeared, that is to say, if Yuan Mu Zhenren’s guess is true, these Yuan Demonic energy have been absorbed completely. If the person who absorbs Yuan Demonic energy needs time to merge, that is a good thing, if he comes to the hall immediately...

The Iron-faced True Man seemed to have been awakened. He looked at the unconscious Ling Yunhe and Yuanmu Zhenren, and looked at them with a deep look.

Jing Xingzhi immediately realized that his arm was flapping and his flying sword hung in the air.

But the Iron-faced True Man did not take action. After a moment of silence, he didn't say a word, pulled Ling Yunhe and Yuanmu Zhenren up, flew away without looking back.

Seeing this, Jing Xingzhi's tense nerves relaxed. His cultivation level was very different from the Iron Face True Man. If he did it, it would be really bad. But if he ignored these two people and escaped by himself, he felt that he couldn't get over it...

He lowered his head, looked at Qin Xi who was unconscious and Mo Tiange with a heavy expression, and suddenly wanted to slap himself.

Jing Xingzhi has lived for nearly three hundred years and has always acted decisively and ruthlessly. He never hesitated when he should take action. In this situation, if he is ruthless enough, he should take the opportunity to snatch them. Even if he can't snatch them, he should go far away to avoid trouble. But why can't he move now? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian() to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)

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