063 He Tusu

A girl went to push her bitten companion and called out, "Qu Ling! Qu Ling! How are you?"

After a few pushes, the other party did not move, reached out to touch the pulse, and was already breathless.

Mei Lingshan, who was hung in the air, shrilled and laughed, with blood on her mouth and looked ferocious, and her tone was extremely gentle: "Baby, baby, mother has drunk enough blood. You must have eaten enough, right? Come out!"

As soon as she said this sentence, her stomach seemed to be blown by the air, and she quickly swelled up. In the end, even her belt was broken. As Zhong Ming said, there was a crack in the navel, which was like a big mouth of some kind of monster, full of tusks. She sneered, and bit the covered dress into pieces, revealing Come out.

The two female monks were scared to death. At the same time, they pinched the secret force and directly tore Mei Lingshan into four pieces. However, although she was dead, the magic fetus inside had already formed, stretching out its long tentacles, entangling the two girls, and forcibly pulling.

Ye Jianling just came to see the excitement this time. He was completely curious about the demon religion. At this time, he saw this tragic scene of the world, but he had to help. He raised his hand and released the thunder sword and cut it on the tentacles wrapped around the girl in green on the left, but he did not expect that the meat was sticky and tough, and protected by magic. The thunder sword was just The lower magic weapon, chopped on it and bounced back, and then lost control. It scattered the electric light from the sword body and fell to the ground. It has been polluted by magic blood and needs to be re-washed before it can be used again.

Ye Jianling was about to ask Luo Qiqiang to help together. He turned his head and saw that Luo Qiqiang didn't know when he would disappear! He clearly remembered that he was still standing beside him just now. How come the person was gone in a blink of an eye?

His first reaction was that Luo Qiqiang was taken away by the devil and was about to chase him on a passage next to him. As soon as he took two steps, he heard a call for help behind him.

Turning around, it was the girl in green. Her companion had been pulled to the front of her by magic touch, chewing food, smashing bones, making a banging sound, and blood dripping on the ground.

She was bound by the magic touch and used several magic weapons, which could not cut off the magic touch. They were all contaminated and fell to the ground. Seeing her companions being chewed alive and swallowed in front of her eyes, it was about to be her turn. How could she bear it? She cried and asked Ye Jianling for help.

Ye Jianling's heart was soft-hearted and ran over quickly. His right hand pointed down. Huang Quan's sword was full of breath, and the magic wrapped around the girl's body was broken, twisting and jumping like a living creature on the ground.

Ye Jianling pulled up the girl and turned around and ran to a corridor.

There is a sharp howling from behind!

Dozens of magic touches chased after him quickly, and Ye Jianling did not look back. When his mind moved, the invisible Huangquan sword spirit was drawn out again, and the magic touch was twisted to the ground.

The two galloped along the wooden bridge, running, and felt something falling from above their heads. Looking up, they were all shocked.

At the top of the channel, it was originally covered with dense fairy vines, hanging down on both sides, like curtains, decorated with small red flowers, which is quite elegant.

At this time, the vines on the top have completely withered, and the leaves have become black and rotten as if they are sick. The top is full of dead people after another, lying and lying together without exception. All of them are men. What fell from them is not blood. In fact, the blood on their bodies has been It was sucked up, and they were covered with red meat the size of a thumb. Insects, like hairless caterpillars and maggotsalis, seem to crawl out of the body, more and more, and finally fall down like rain.

Seeing these bugs, Ye Jianling's face immediately lost its blood color, and the blood butterfly with a pale face and green fire in his eyes, always holding its feet and flying one foot from the ground!

Ye Jianling knew that his real name was Lingquan and his nickname was Blood Butterfly. The reason why he got such a nickname was that he was refined into a powerful insect blood butterfly! Not afraid of water and fire, they can chew swords, dance, and are beautiful. There are four magic eyes on their wings. As long as mortals look at them, they will be confused by butterflies and irresistibly be attracted to be slaughtered by others. And even well-practiced immortal disciples can't resist the dementor eyes. It is said that they can deal with this blood butterfly in the sky. , only his master Wan Silkworm Ancestor and his eldest brother Tiancan Tongzi.

Once the blood silkworm turned into a butterfly, he could only escape by relying on the Changsheng card. Ye Jianling quickly ran back with the girl in green.

This time, I soon met a monster more than one meter high and covered in red. The head is huge, similar to a basin, but the body is strangely thin, as if the refugee child who can't eat much all year round. From head to toe, the red water dripping, as if it had just been pulled out of the blood. There were wet fetal hair on his head, as well as his eyebrows and eyelashes, were red. Seeing the two, he grinned and showed a mouthful. The sharp teeth dipped in blood spewed dozens of blood-red touches between the cheeks to wrap the two people.

Ye Jianling knew the power of the blood butterfly and did not dare to delay. He reached out and cut off the magic touch, and then chopped it with one palm. Huangquan sword was worthy of being a virtual spirit treasure. The body did not appear. The sword spirit alone split the newborn little Shura in half.

The girl in green had been stunned for a long time. Ye Jianling pulled her and ran away along the road with blood all over the ground. There were blood butterflies hatching behind her, smelling the breath of living people, and then chasing after her.

The monk in the spiritual realm can feel the things around him without relying on his eyes. Ye Jianling has cultivated to the dragon and tiger realm, and his consciousness is stronger. Originally, when the blood butterfly flew, it was silent and extremely difficult to detect, but the Huangquan sword in his body was more sensitive, felt that the danger was approaching, and immediately reminded the master.

Ye Jianling did not dare to look back and only used Huangquan sword spirit to cut back. The blood butterfly was extremely powerful. Huangquan sword did not show its body. It only relied on sword spirit to kill them. At the beginning, there were only two or three. Later, there were more and more. By the time they ran to the gate, there were already more than a dozen chasing behind.

At this time, the sword light flashed outside the door, and another person flew in. It was Mo Fenghe Tusu. The girl beside Ye Jianling saw it and shouted for help: "Master He, save me quickly!"

He Tusu saw the situation clearly at a glance and stood up his eyes: "Liu Biyun, you stand aside first!"

She raised her hand and released her golden spear sword. Her two flying swords were both top-quality magic weapons. When she took action, she turned into two dazzling golden lights and stabbed the blood butterflies.

The blood butterfly seemed to be aware of danger and staggered. More than a dozen of them formed a formation together and flapped their wings. The magic eyes on the wings kept opening and closing as if they were alive with the movement of the wings.

He Tusu only felt a burst of nausea in her chest, her brain was dizzy, and she staggered under her feet and was about to fall down. Fortunately, she was deep in her way and eagerly bit the tip of her tongue. She controlled the chaotic mind with real pressure. She shouted loudly and took back the two swords and took them in her hand. The tip of the sword was gone, and the blades on both sides seemed to have been bitten by mice. Full of serrations.

The blood butterflies followed the flying sword. He Tusu screamed angrily, stretched out his hand and released a golden wheel, which was the size of a basin, shining, like a small sun, shining around as bright as day. More than a dozen blood butterflies were collected into it and twisted into pieces in an instant.

He Tusu is a stubborn person. He was forced to use the most powerful magic weapon by several butterflies. He already felt ashamed, and his two swords were damaged again. He was distressed and resentful. Instead, he turned his anger to Liu Biyun and Ye Jianling aside, and his sharp eyes swept back and forth at the two people: "You two, Being able to participate in this grand event is also an outstanding disciple of my Fengxian School. How can I only scream and run away when I meet evil spirits? If I am seen by outsiders, what kind of style will it become? Even if the devil is powerful and you can't resist it, you should immediately go to the mountain palace to report..."

Without her words, Ye Jianling pointed behind her with his hand: "The evil way is coming again. Your old man's Taoism is profound. Hurry up and kill demons. Let's go to the mountain palace to find Elder Qiushui to report it."

In the wooden corridor at the other end, hundreds of blood butterflies flew out, flapping their wings and sprinkled hazy blood light, making people have the illusion of being in a fairy tale world, and they can't help but be attracted by it.

Ye Jianling quickly pulled the girl Liu Biyun and ran to the other channel. Liu Biyun was surprised and said, "Since Uncle He is here, we don't have to run any more. Otherwise, how can we resist any demons in front of us?" She remembered just now, but in a blink of an eye, the two sisters died one after another, and she couldn't help shivering.

"What came back is the blood butterfly of Tieshu Mountain. Your Uncle He is not an opponent at all. Even if there is any devil in front of you, it will not be more difficult to deal with than the blood butterfly!" Ye Jianling said without looking back, "If you want to live, run with me quickly. Only when we find the Jingmu monk can we be saved."

At this time, He Tusu had woken up from the blood butterfly demon's eye. She only felt a splitting headache, nausea in her chest, and it was extremely difficult to suffer. Since her cultivation of immortals, she had almost forgotten this feeling of illness, and felt that she had been killed by evil spirits. She was ashamed and angry. Hearing what Ye Jianling said, she couldn't help shouting harshly. He said, "You are the disciples of the Fengxian School. You must have the awareness to appear for your family at a critical moment and dare to run for your life. I will kill you first!" He shook his body and stopped in front of Ye Jianling and raised his hand to slap Ye Jianling in the face.

He Tusu is a ten-level cultivation of Qi. The realm of the Five Qi Chaoyuan is condensed into a virtual elixir, and he is still one step away from refining into a golden elixir to enter the realm of scattered immortals. Ye Jianling relies on the fairy well behind the Changsheng Palace every day and can also condense into a virtual elixir. Like her, she is the strength of the Yuan Dynasty. She just uses the Northern Ming Hidden Starry to disguise herself as Xiao Zhou Tianjing.

Although there is a gap in the real understanding between the two sides, their mana is equal. How could they be beaten by her? Before the meeting, a purple light flashed, and He Tusu suddenly appeared. Ye Jianling immediately used a phantom split and moved back more than three feet away with Luo Biyun. He Tusu only smashed a phantom image.

"Do you dare to hide?" He Tusu seemed to believe that he had been rampant in the Fengxian School for decades. Except for the scattered immortal elders and Qifeng and three swords in the same realm, if he wanted to fight anyone, he did not dare to hide! Even Ye Bangyang, who is also a very popular disciple, still wants to fight.