This witch, please stay

Chapter 24 Black Eyes and Red Eyes
Hearing that very familiar voice, the scholar suddenly pulled his head away from the front of him and looked straight ahead, as if he was afraid that the figure in front of him would disappear if he slowed down for such a moment.

"Emperor!"

The scholar's voice of surprise lifted his head before his head, and looking at the figure that caught his eyes, Jia Xianren suddenly turned from extreme sadness to extreme surprise, and suddenly froze in place.

The young man who most despised the man's spinelessness and cried helplessly, rolled his eyes, swallowed back the words that had reached his throat, and just stared at the scholar like that.

"Grandpa...you are not dead..."

Yoho, this armor is pretty good.

Jiang Sinan, who was originally sizing up the "Crescent Moon and Cloud Armor" on the scholar's body, suddenly turned green when he heard such a sentence.

Damn, is there such a greeting? !

You kid didn't die even if you were unlucky, how can I, a dignified golden core sword cultivator, die?

Jiang Sinan, who almost didn't go directly along the way to greet the generations of the scholar's ancestors, had just cursed a few words when he suddenly discovered something strange.

No, where did this kid get such a good armor?Also, how did he escape that wild boar demon? As a mortal, it is impossible for him to cut off the head of that wild boar demon with a single sword.

So he stepped on shit luck, and just happened to meet a monk who is still enthusiastic?

It looks like it's still a sword cultivator?

His complexion improved a little, Jiang Sinan looked at the scholar with some strange eyes, and as expected, he didn't see anything unusual on his face.

Except for a lot of snot and tears.

Looking at the big lumps of snot and tears that had smeared on his face, Jiang Sinan was about to turn his eyes away, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

What's the matter with me?

Why am I "not dead"? !

I wondered if this brat thought I had left him behind, so he cursed me to death?

Thinking of this, Jiang Sinan's expression became a little complicated.

Then he just saw that scholar who didn't know whether it was luck or unlucky looked at him in a daze, then turned and looked towards the south.

Following his line of sight, there is only an empty path, and the silent trees beside the road, quietly.

Then, Jiang Sinan's eyes widened.

In the distance there, a silvery-white ray of light rose into the sky, and a round of bright and clean full moon spun out from the sky, like a huge snow-white disc, descending from the sky.

His thoughts suddenly rushed, and a thread-like thread was pulled out of Jiang Sinan's mind, which had already escaped from his thoughts.

His face changed, and he murmured in disbelief:
"Damn it, is it really a slanting moon?"

……

Xun Ming, who was already planning to continue "showing the enemy to be weak", was about to take a step forward and punched again, when he felt his chest tighten suddenly, and a new breath blocked the old one, making Xun Ming's waist straight His back bent slightly, and then his vision was blurred at first, and his vision suddenly blurred a little.

It was as if that naughty boy had placed a piece of poorly polished colorless glass in front of his eyes.

The heartstrings suddenly tightened, and Xun Ming, who was secretly thinking that something was wrong, flashed to the side, not forgetting to call out an ancient bronze mirror covered with cracks in his hand, and block it in front of him.

Can barely escaped the phantom leg with the thickness of an adult's waist, but a snow-white horse followed one after another, hitting the ancient bronze mirror directly, and the mirror surface was completely shattered, completely broken. Lost spirituality.

Blindly looking at the source of the training horse, Xun Ming saw the fellow who had been melted into the spider's chest, and stretched out a hand with countless fine green and white veins protruding like countless small insects. Wriggle under the skin.

That pale hand without a trace of blood held a white horse, which was the one that hit Xun Ming suddenly.

At the moment when the bronze mirror shattered, Xun Ming knew that this seemingly ordinary Bai Lian was a rare magic weapon for ordinary people.

The magic weapon corresponds to the monk's three realms of Xuan Dao.

Many immortal sects, including the oblique moon sect, have an unwritten rule:
The disciples in the sect can only go out to practice after forming a golden core.

So after recognizing the iconic oblique moon robe before, Xun Ming sent the scholar out of the world without even thinking about it.

As for why Xun Ming is now a hole in the sky, why he can go down the mountain, besides his master's lack of brain, there is also the sentence his master tried to dispel all opinions in the ancestral hall:
"You go to Zongli to pick out an ordinary new golden elixir, and see who the hell beats who!"

Normally speaking, Xun Ming, a poor boy who almost fell into the Xuan Dao, is naturally not able to face head-to-head with those "juniors" who are "average in aptitude".

But if it's about fighting for your life, that's another story. It's hard to say whether Xun Ming will die, but the golden elixir on the opposite side is [-]% impossible to survive.

Of course, all of this is under the premise of not counting the accompanying sword that fouled.

Seeing that the blow was successful, the oblique moon nun turned her head very stiffly, and made a "crack bang" sound of bone shattering, and then Xun Ming saw two bone-like eyes that could be vaguely seen on the originally beautiful face. Turning around "gulugulu", an ugly smile that tore the flesh from both cheeks and stretched to the ears slowly pulled away.

Magical artifacts naturally have their own unique "supernatural powers".

Naturally, the magic weapon in the hands of the cultivator from Xianzong Xieyue will not be ordinary.

After seeing that extremely ugly smile, Xun Ming felt that the world in front of him was instantly distorted, as if a pair of invisible big hands were wantonly kneading and messing everything in front of him.

Spiritual spells?

Just as this thought arose in Xun Ming's mind, a tingling sensation came from the depths of his mind, as if a thick thorn pierced straight into his head invisible.

Consciousness began to blur rapidly, and the strength in his body seemed to be losing rapidly, and the gravitational force from the ground seemed to increase several times in a blink of an eye, giving Xun Ming the illusion that he would collapse to the ground in the next moment.

With a tense mind, the spiritual power in his body suddenly fell ill, and Xun Ming forced himself to cheer up and get out of that very bad state.

But things in the world naturally don't go as planned.

After a short period of acceleration, that spiritual power fell silent in a more swift manner, like a bug that fell into the water, and slowly sank to the bottom of the water after being jolted when it was dying.

Grass, just died like this... Really worthless...

Unaware of the thick limbs coming through the air one after another, Xun Ming's right eye, which had been narrowed into a slit, opened with difficulty, as if unwilling to see something more.

Then he saw the snow-white slanting moon robe, which turned into a plain white robe without a trace of variegation, and the legs and limbs behind the robe turned into black figures one after another. , like ghost shadows.

The master dressed in white had a pair of unique ice-blue eyes, and at this moment, it seemed that countless years had passed, and he was looking straight at him.

Suddenly there were countless clashing sounds of gold and daggers, the sound of ghosts piercing through the air, and the screaming of evil spirits... There seemed to be a thunderbolt in Xun Ming's mind, which shattered all his thoughts.

A smear of darkness soaked his right eye from right to left in an instant, turning the original white of the eye into a blackness infinitely deeper than the night sky, and turning the originally pitch-black pupils into a bewitching red like blood. mango.

A hand that was so white that it didn't seem to come from a man suddenly lifted up, grabbed the snow-white jade hairpin on his bun, and pulled it out suddenly.

(End of this chapter)