This witch, please stay

Chapter 123 Hunter, follow me out of the city!

Just for a moment, Xun Ming suddenly withdrew his spiritual consciousness, and behind his closed eyelids, his eyes suddenly turned red.

After running the spiritual power on the spot for a while, his mind regained his composure, and he walked to the side of the square pretending to be nonchalant, and sat on a stone bench.

Sure enough, it is still like this...

As long as one senses the aura of the monster race, one will subconsciously feel restless.

The higher the Yaozu's cultivation base, the heavier the breath, the more restless the mind will be.

And in the Tiangong picture scroll drawn by the painter in the previous list of sea mountains, the aura of the big monster is almost as real as it is.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly again.

Xun Ming opened his eyes again, revealing a pair of deep black eyes that had faded bloodshot.

At this time, Xun Ming's eyes were deep, and for a while he looked at him with an inexplicable depression.

The beginning of the previous picture scroll was a picture of a fairy slaying a dragon.

Ten celestial beings, who were full of vitality, were besieging and crusading a huge black dragon with wings covering the sky.

Immortals and giant dragons were all covered in blood, and they were extremely tragic.

One of them was a one-armed man with a broken gun, wearing a blood-stained green shirt, standing upright in front of the crowd, with his back to the scroll, as if he was holding up the entire sky.

Xun Ming was in a daze after seeing the back of the green shirt.

It seemed that there was a doggy who was smiling all day long, and he overlapped with the figure of that person.

Behind that picture are the personal scrolls of the ten immortals, which are so lifelike, as if real people jumped off the scroll.

The gun fairy who impressed Xun Ming deeply, at the beginning of the ten people, with a warm smile on his face, was holding a beautiful woman who was also among the ten people.

As if there was a heavy pressure on his heart, the disturbed Xun Ming got up again, and began to walk around the square with his destination in mind.

He had heard about the dragon slaying battle.

Ten Xiaoyaojing immortals went deep into the world of demon gods to behead them, and were accidentally ambushed by the "Black Dragon Emperor" among the "One Emperor and Three Emperors" of the demon clan at that time.

The immortals confronted the Dao soul, but no one was timid to fight, and they brazenly drew swords and spears.

After the unparalleled battle that shattered countless mountains and rivers ended, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers have not grown a blade of grass, and the Black Dragon Emperor fell on the spot!

However, out of the ten amazing talents, only one woman who was seriously injured and dying was finally able to return to Haishan Pass, and suddenly became immortal after giving birth to a baby boy.

Xun Ming let out a breath of turbid air heavily, his mind was disturbed.

The sword intent all over his body was churning like boiling water under his body, making him just want to cut the sky with a sword, and vent the depression in his heart.

In the painting scroll, beside the green-clothed Spear Fairy with a warm smile, there is a bold and unrestrained ink mark drawn with a silver pen:
Misty · Jiang Qinghong

……

A small border town in the south of the Yangtze River, which is always drizzle, is caught in a light rain at this time, like a jasper woman with a light veil, smiling sweetly.

Among the emerald green sycamore trees, raindrops fell from the tip of one leaf, and then gently fell on another emerald leaf. This went on and on, and finally fell into the soil under the tree.

A scholar in Confucianism who always likes to be in a daze is still sitting quietly at the desk by the window as usual, watching the rain scene outside the window in a daze.

When the rain hits Wutong people watch the rain.

On the desk in front of the scholar, apart from the brushes, inks and colors that were always scattered and never neatly arranged, a piece of white drawing paper with colorful rays of light spread quietly and flatly, on which was a graceful woman in purple holding a fan in one hand. , gently pinching a bunch of pear blossom branches with one hand.

It's just that the woman's face was blank, as if the young scholar was in a daze, and hadn't figured out how to write.

Amidst the rain, an exquisite purple dress flashed away, one hand formed a claw, pierced through the chest of a white-clothed immortal master, and after crushing the heart that was held in her hand, the figure flashed away again , Fleeing away in an instant.

The other five middle-aged monks who were also dressed in snow-white froze when they heard the incomparably shrill scream, their eyes froze.

But when they approached behind him for a moment, they only saw a cold corpse covered in a layer of frost, with a large scarlet on the chest.

"Demon girl! We will definitely kill you!"

The purple-clothed woman, who succeeded in a sneak attack with lightning speed and fled away in an instant, did not feel well at this time, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of purple blood, dyeing the purple veil that covered her face with a deeper color.

"Damn old thing!"

After finishing speaking, the purple clothed woman felt another surge of anger and blood, and a mouthful of blood gushed into her throat again, but she covered her mouth and swallowed it forcefully.

Looking up, the outline of a small city has been vaguely outlined in the rain.

The purple-clothed woman hesitated for a moment, and then disappeared into the distance, concealing her figure and looting towards the small town.

At a street corner in the small town, the young man in Confucian shirt who had been dazed all morning got up slowly, stretched lazily, then walked to the door of his house, opened the bamboo door, and left a gap.

Then he went back to the desk by the window, moved the chair to the middle of the room, facing the bamboo door, jumped slightly, sat on it with one buttocks, crossed his legs, and started to be dazed again. Come.

There are so many people in the city, so they don't necessarily come here, right?
The young man in Confucian shirt seemed to be amused by himself, he smiled dumbly, two shallow dimples were outlined on his fair cheeks.

But what if it really comes~
Then don't even think about leaving.

……

"Hey, there are still wastes in the cave realm. When did the threshold for hunting become so low?"

Like Xun Ming, a young monk who had a snow-white badge pinned to his waist passed by Xun Ming's side, intentionally or unintentionally squinted at Xun Ming who was standing there quietly, and then said yin and yang strangely.

Xun Ming looked at it lightly and said one word.

"roll."

The man obviously didn't expect Xun Ming to be so hard-headed in a Dongtian Realm, and after a moment of stunned, he laughed angrily:
"What the hell are you..."

A "Mid-Autumn Festival" came in an instant, and the tip of the sword pierced the man's eyebrows, making the Golden Core cultivator who wanted to teach this ignorant little cave in front of him shut up.

Sword repair?How could there be such a fast sword in a cave realm? !

However, after "drawing out the sword", Xun Ming didn't look at the young monk whose tone was far above his realm, but looked in the direction of the three seamount monuments.

A white-clothed, white-haired monk with a young face, with a long sword on his waist, met Xun Ming's gaze, slightly surprised, but just smiled and nodded to Xun Ming as an apology.

Then the man jumped into the sky, stepped on the void, and said loudly:
"Hunter, prepare for battle, follow me out of the city!"

(End of this chapter)