This witch, please stay

Chapter 21 Slanting Moon
Following Xun Ming's footsteps, Jia Xianren with a calm face also walked through the gap and came directly to the gate of the uninhabited mansion.

Keeping the contemptuous expression on his face, Xun Ming pressed his sleeves calmly and tried to use his spiritual power. After feeling a sense of stagnation that became much more obvious, his expression changed slightly. cold.

Something is wrong...

Soon, he thought of the "illusion" of the slow sword attack when he was facing the Black Corpse Secret Puppet. Even if it was a little slower, Xun Ming felt that something was very bad.

When they met the first secret puppet, they had already entered the range of influence of this evil spirit!
Such a large area of ​​influence...another golden pill?
It's a little tricky...

After being shattered, although he has been recovering for a period of time, he has only recovered to Erdongtian's cultivation base. If he hadn't had the increase of the full moon before, he would have almost died when he met that one. Jindan's "Ziyun King Kong" probably had to turn around and run away.

Damn it, when did Jin Dan become so worthless? !

Xun Ming scolded his mother fiercely in his heart, and then gradually retreated a bit.

The wind is tight!

If there is no such a large range of fields, Xun Ming might still want to touch the other party.

How can we say that we are almost a Golden Core Sword Cultivator, right?

But now, Erdong Mansion hits the golden core mid-stage?

Hehe, lay an egg.

Xun Ming, who was lucky that he had not yet stepped through the vermilion lacquer gate, protected the still calm Jia Xianren behind him without a trace, and quickly looked around from the corner of his eye, looking for a route to escape later.

As for Jia Xianren, he had already arranged a way out.

Just as he was stepping back bit by bit, an extremely ear-piercing low-pitched voice suddenly came from all directions, as sharp as if it wanted to pierce their eardrums.

"Now... want to... leave? It's too late..."

An incomparably cold, evil wind suddenly rose, coming from all directions of the mansion like a tide, and slammed the clothes of the two on their bodies, as if to drag them into the courtyard.

The moment the gust of wind blew, Xun Ming's figure sank suddenly, and one hand grabbed Jia Xianren's arm like iron tongs, and fixed his figure before he was swept away by the gust of wind.

In the fluttering hem of clothes, Xun Ming's expression gradually turned fierce. Looking at Jia Xianren, who was "eating" the wind with his eyes turned white in the wind, he shouted angrily:
"Shut your mouth!"

God knows what's in that wind!
Catch and fight, the one who strikes first loses.

But at this moment, Xun Ming couldn't care less. His breathing rhythm suddenly changed, and he grabbed the scholar's hand and yanked it towards his arms, causing the scholar to fly a short distance away from the door against the wind. .

Taking advantage of the gap before the scholar was blown back by the strong wind, Xun Ming, who had his hands free, wiped his hands in front of him, spiritual power poured out from his palms, and along with the movement of his arms, a pair of black and white yin and yang formed in front of him. fish.

The yin-yang fish with the tail attached to each other slowly "swimmed" with Xun Ming's palm, and a strong suction suddenly appeared in front of Xun Ming, colliding with the strong wind.

The turbulent air flow suddenly became disorganized, as if the water flow hit a rock, and lost most of its power under its own recoil.

Under the interference of the cyclone generated by the yin-yang fish, the strong wind seemed to bypass the young man with rounded hands strangely, and isolated a "pure land" around him that was not disturbed by the wind.

Losing the support of the strong wind, Jia Xianren fell straight from the air and fell on the marble platform in front of the vermilion gate. He struggled to get up after two twitches. , but the composure on his face that he was struggling to maintain had been blown away by the gust of wind.

It seems that the owner of the sharp voice felt that there was no point in maintaining the strong wind, so the strong wind that rose for no reason disappeared again for no reason.

Xun Ming restrained his breath and put down his hands, and the pair of yin-yang fishes that held each other quickly disappeared, and then disappeared. He looked back at Jia Xianren, who was quickly pasting the talisman on his body, and felt speechless before it was too late. He quickly turned his head back again, fixed his calm eyes on the main house facing the vermilion lacquered gate.

His spiritual sense told him that there is a terrifying existence hiding there!

After the gust of wind that rose suddenly and disappeared suddenly, wisps of extremely fine black silk threads appeared in the courtyard of the mansion, making the rich spiritual pressure in the courtyard a bit heavier.

Xun Ming, who subconsciously held his breath because of the "pungent" smell coming from his nose, frowned again.

Such a strong demonic aura is more than one point stronger than the "Ziyun King Kong" who has sucked a lot of blood and entered the golden core for the first time!
Xun Ming forced his voice into a line with his back on his back, and said to Jia Xianren, who was trembling faintly and with a heavy complexion:
"I'll find a chance to send you out later, and after you get out, just run north, as far as you can."

Xun Ming, who was in front of him, didn't turn his head, and felt the familiar voice coming from behind him. Although Jia Xianren was surprised, he knew that now was not the time for him to ask questions casually.

After he gave a heavy "um", he slowly tightened the muscles of his whole body, ready to squeeze out all the remaining strength in his body at any time.

At this time, he naturally knew that it was not the time for him to be brave, even if he stayed, he would only be a drag on Xun Ming.

Although it is not what a gentleman does, it is far better than showing off one's ability and making mistakes.

At this moment, the ear-piercing sound that seemed to be produced by the friction of broken bones sounded again:
"One... can't... go..."

Before the words were finished, the wooden door of the main house facing the main door suddenly opened under the impact of a gust of wind.

After seeing clearly the figure in the shadow of the main house, Xun Ming's eyes widened suddenly, and almost instantly he manipulated the snow-white flying sword that he had hidden in Jia Xianren's sleeve before, stabbing through the scholar's right hand all the way. The silver-white talisman paper he was holding tightly.

A silver-white flame instantly ignited from the talisman paper, and immediately swallowed the stunned Jia Xianren and the talisman paper together, and disappeared in place.

The figure "sitting upright" in the shadow of the main house was wearing a silver-white Taoist robe that exuded a faint glow, and the pure white slanting moon was dotted on the Taoist robe.

(End of this chapter)