Chapter 20 Under the long fog and white forest

I only heard the spirit god Mu say hatefully, "If it hadn't been for the ghost of Qingyan's ghost, being deceived by me, and came from the iron sword gate to come and ask me to absorb my skills. I think that today's static flow has lost its soul. It's ridiculous that Qingyan is still doing the immortal spring and autumn dream until his death..."<< /P>

He turned to look at Qi Miao and said, "Xianzi Zhang, how do you think I will repay you?"

Qimiao's heart was shocked. She only felt that one eye was as bright and deep as the sea of stars, and the other eye was round, which attracted his eyes tightly. At this time, it suddenly occurred to him that the crane had reminded him not to look directly into this person's eyes. She hurriedly wanted to divert her sight, but found that she I don't know when he has been out of control and can't move.

"Haha, you have been hit by my wooden spirit puppet..." This spirit god Mu gritted his teeth and said, "The previous time you and the Ling Zongyun made me not look like a human, and the ghost doesn't look like a ghost. This deep hatred will definitely ask you to bow down and taste..."

Qi Miao was helpless. She said that the angry temperament of the spirit wood was no different from the real quiet flow. At this time, she was attacked by its wooden puppet technique, and she was not too panicked. The small pinch of wood gas in her body flowed to compete with it. Although she could not get her whole body out of trouble, she also reluctantly let a finger under her control again. , can move as much as you want.

I saw the mana emanating from Qi Miao's fingers, and the original Huanque sword in her arms buzzed, immediately turned into a golden light and flew away to the spiritual tree on the Dharma platform.

The happy sparrow was originally a treasure used by Zhang Tingwan, a spiritual fairy. Its sword seems to be spiritual. Like its former owner, it is calm and calm when moving, and fierce as the wind when doing his work. It is also strange. This thing is used by Qi Miao in his hand, but it is also quite handy, and there is no trace of lag.

Now the sparrow received seven wonderful greetings and turned into a golden light, quite like a thunder. Facing the spirit tree standing high on the Dharma platform, it was a fierce cut. Its speed made the latter's inheritance of the previous righteous leader calmly and powerful Shenmu.

With a sound, Huanque smashed the wooden clothes of the spirit god with a blow, and drew a deeper mouth on his body, making him shout and fall off the platform.

At this moment, Qimiao's body trembled and recovered her freedom. She leaned out one hand to catch the sparrow flying back, and the other hand called out the cold water sword. Her body quickly explored forward and was about to take advantage of the victory.

At this time, the static flow that fell under the Dharma platform suddenly got up. Just as Qi Miao attacked the body, the mana on his left hand condensed, and he actually used a ball of true air against the seven-foot cold water sword body with one hand.

"Oh?" Qimiao got close, and it was clear that the sparrow had hit Jingliu before. Although it deeply broke its clothes, it did not hurt him at all. Then she thought that this person was not only the magical body of Lingmu, but also the body, and the sword could not hurt him directly.

She turned her eyes and smiled faintly and said, "This spirit tree is really magical, but I don't know what it will look like if you are split in half by me with a sword?"

"Haha!" The expression of the spirit god wood was more complicated. He was furious and sneered, "The boy is so loud. Why don't you try it?"

"Okay!" Qimiao stopped talking and calmed down. The cold water sword spirit was high, and the blue shot fiercely, pressing the hand of the spirit god wood against the sword. However, after all, the divine wood inherited everyone's restless power, but with this fierce blow, it could not disperse the true spirit in his hand, and it was not worth cutting on him.

At this moment of stalemate, he quietly flowed the generous green light on the other hand. He raised this hand high and was about to hit the Qimiao face door. At this critical moment, Qimiao's heart moved and called out, "Happy finch!"

I saw an object in Qi Miao's arms rise. Between the lightning and stone fire, a golden light pierced the sky and fiercely pierced the high palm of the spirit tree.

"Ah!" The spirit god wood screamed. Although he was powerful, the sparrow was also a peerless divine soldier. Its quality was taken from one of the three elders in Xikunlun, and its body was carefully refined by the first person of the right path, and its speed was as fast as a meteor, which was flawless to stop.

He was hit by the fierce blow of this sword, and his body shook slightly, and his mana around his body dissipated for a moment. Qi Miao would not give up this good fighter. The cold water sword hit forward. At this time, the hand of the spirit god wood against the sword had already lost the true spirit of body protection. He only heard a pounce, and Qi Miao cut off half of his palm, and He took the opportunity to split the front chest of the spirit god.

This blow came naturally, and it was as fast as a long wind, even though the spirit god wood had a high mana. In the case of close combat between the two, he had no chance to gather his strength and resist this blow.

Seeing that the spirit god wood was about to be hit by the Qimiao cold water sword, at this moment, he suddenly moved his feet and quickly swept half of his body to the side. He saw a flash of cold light, and the sword in Qimiao's hand was cutting on half of Shenmu's shoulder and cutting down his arm.

It turned out that at this moment of life and death, Jiling Shenmu relied on his rich fighting experience before his death. He carried out the heroic move of breaking his wrist in a desperate situation and staggered the seven wonderful life-and-death blow. When his offensive fell, Jiling Shenmu called a disease in his mouth, and his body retreated to the wind. He pulled the distance between the two early, and Qi Miao did not catch up, so he had to stop. Play, look at him quietly.

I saw the sparrow firmly inserted in one hand of the spirit god wood, so that half of his shoulder had been flattened. The strange thing was that there was no blood all over his body. "This must have something to do with the body of his god wood..." Seven wonderful thoughts.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Zhang Xianzi's skills are one step closer, but this cold and true spirit is even more familiar..." The spirit god's face was distorted, and he snorted coldly. He glanced at his beheading shoulder, blowing gently in his mouth, and then shouted, "Come back!"

The shoulder he was cut off and his arm were summoned not far away, and he flew back to the spirit tree with a gust of wind, wrapped in a green light, and reconnected with his body.

The spirit tree moved the arm that had been cut off, exerted a little force, pulled out the sparrow tied in the other hand, and threw it at Qi Miao. The latter called softly, and the sparrow turned into golden light and was tightened in its arms.

"This little injury, but it can't kill the static flow..." The spirit god Mu said disdainfully.

Qimiao looked intently and saw that the shoulder that had been cut off was tightly connected to him, and the big hole that had been stabbed by a happy sparrow's sword on the other palm did not see half a drop of blood oozing. Instead, it slowly closed. She smiled and said, "It seems that it doesn't split you in half, but it can't kill you from time to time. ..."

"Ha! Don't be timid, let's take my move!" At this time, the spirit god's wooden clothes were scattered, and his hair hung like a waterfall. If he looked at half of his face, he looked heroic and extraordinary. He only saw his hand and pointed firmly to Qi Miao.

"Hmm?" Qi Miao was waiting to react, but the small wood spirit in her body suddenly turled, as if with a strong uneasiness to remind her of the danger she would face next.

But seeing the spirit tree standing in front of more than a dozen of Qi Miao's body, he kept leaning forward and pointing to Qi Miao. At this time, there was no trace of resentment in the eyes of the spirit god wood. On the contrary, there was a deep coldness on his face, and his eyes were full of contempt and disdain, as if he were looking at a dead man.

There was a trace of arrogance and indifference in his eyes. At this moment, the previous righteous hero seemed to reappear in the world. Qi Miao was shocked to see this pointing, which was ordinary and not murderous, but the wooden spirit in Dantian rushed rapidly, as if to remind himself that he was about to face the full crisis.

The scene in front of her has gone beyond the seven wonderful cognition. She only felt that she was in an unfathomable situation and had no time to think about it. There was a decision in her mind in an instant.

So between the fingers of the electric stone fire, Qi Miao suddenly rushed out to the side and rushed into the thick fog. Just as she was on one side, the place where she had stayed before was covered with a gray, and then fell into a dead silence.

"What would happen if you didn't hide before?" Qi Miao was frightened and couldn't help asking secretly, but she vaguely knew the answer, so at the moment when she pointed under the spirit tree, Qi Miao turned around and hid behind a cypress tree nearby.

"Think beautifully!" The spirit tree snorted coldly and pointed to the big tree wrapped in thick fog. For a moment, Qi Miao only felt a strange sound in front of her. She turned her face and looked at the cypress tree where she was hiding and couldn't help but be stunned.

The square space where the cypress tree is located suddenly trembles violently. The color of the bark deepens in an instant, the cracks in the branches intensify, and the thick trunks become older and older with the great tremor. At this moment, the wind and clouds in this place are changing, and the wind is bleak. The originally straight and thick cypress tree seems to be like a thousand years apart, consuming its whole The vitality of the department made it withered. Although it is still standing here at this time, it has clearly become a gray and dilapidated dead tree.

Qimiao's heart was moved and suddenly thought that he had absorbed the vitality of other things to heal his ignorance twice by absorbing the true qi of the wood spirit in his body. He thought that if this wood qi was used in this way, he could freely inhale the life qi machine, but he did not know how to crack it.

While she was thinking, she saw a loud noise from the cypress tree in front of her suddenly burst into a piece of flying ash. It turned out that the spirit tree shot out a true air and was bombarding the dead cypress tree.

This blow was so powerful that Qimiao's body was covered with a layer of cold air, which could protect himself, but it was also bombarded with a thick fog with the impact of true qi.

"Look where you are hiding this time!" Mufu, the spirit god, raised his finger again and pointed coldly to it. Muling's true qi in Qi Miao's body moved rapidly and gave a desperate warning, but this time she had no way to avoid it.

She only felt that the air around her was tight, and there was a huge force in the space, pulling the vitality of her whole body to disperse quickly.