After cultivating immortal writing, hold the script in hand

Chapter 77
Yun Jiu, she promised her, she only watched from outside the cave.

The scarred man issued an order and took the initiative to attack, knowing that he was the leader, He Yu swung his knife and slashed. The moment the two phases collided, hot sparks burst out from the magic weapon, and He Yu flew out in a curve like a torn rag.Immediately afterwards, the scarred man grabbed Lingyin with his bare hands, and Lingyin threw out a formation plate with his backhand, trapping him in it.

Seeing that the leader was trapped inside, the other three attacked together. Lingyin threw several kinds of poison powder all at once, but the female cultivator easily brushed them away.

She quickly jumped into the air, surprised, "Feng Linggen."

She didn't expect that she would meet the most unique wind spirit root in the cultivation world, but she felt that the strength of this female cultivator seemed to have weakened.

In the secret realm, the female cultivator nearly killed Yun Muqing with a slap, but just now, she clearly wanted to use the poison powder on her body, but she easily avoided it. Unexpectedly, the scarred man broke out and the powder was all destroyed He absorbed it.

"Big brother!"

"Ah——" the scarred man covered his eyes with his hands, and soon his fingers were stained with blood, and black blood flowed from his ears, nose, and mouth, which shocked the other three people at a loss.

He Yu, who was flying, took the opportunity to attack from behind and went straight to the nunxiu. The nunxiu turned around and fought, using the wind to blow up sand and stones to attack.As for the other two male cultivators, one stayed behind to guard the scarred man, and the other used a scorpion tail whip to fight Lingyin.

The signal to ask Master for help has been sent, as long as they wait until Master arrives, they will be saved.

But she swears that she must practice hard in the future and improve her strength as soon as possible, so as not to ask her master and other old people for help when encountering major and trivial situations.

On Wushuang Peak, Daoist Qingyue, who was dissatisfied with his little apprentice Fang Yunjiu's brothers and sisters entering the mountain, closed his eyes slightly, feeling waves of spiritual power hitting the restraints in the cave at the foot of the mountain, and he showed hesitation even though he was rarely angry. Ning expression.

Suddenly, a light blue light flew from the northwest, which was the sound transmission symbol of the little apprentice.

"Master, help!" The little apprentice's anxious voice came from the sound transmission talisman, along with the sound of fighting and screaming.

Not long after, many monks of Yunhai Sect saw a dazzling blue light flying from Wushuang Peak, heading northwest like a meteor.

In the meeting hall, the master of Baoqi Peak, Zijing Zhenjun, was the first to discover it, and sighed: "Dao Zun hasn't been out of Wushuang Peak for 700 years, where is he going?"

The head of the sect, Daojun Jiuqing, immediately sent a voice transmission to his disciples, paying close attention to the movements of Daoist Qingyue, and would help at any time if necessary.

He didn't want to have any more unpleasant troubles with Dao Zun because of his disciples.

There was a fight at the gate of Juyuan City. This matter had already spread in the city. The city lord let it go, and the black market waited and watched.

Just when Lingyin's abused shoulder blade broke, she finally found the right time to shoot a poisonous needle at her opponent.

The poison was formulated by her according to the prescription in the Wandu Sutra when she was taking care of her senior brother. It can paralyze the enemy and buy time for action.

Therefore, realizing that he could not move for the time being, Lingyin lay on the ground, gritted her teeth and ordered the sword spirit to stab him in the heart.

The soul and consciousness of the female cultivator who was injured by the sound of the piano over there were severely injured. At this time, her strength was on par with He Yu, and the more He Yu cared about the expressions of the onlookers, the more angry she became. The power, the last sword to seal the throat.

The male cultivator who was guarding the scarred man saw them die, and the scarred man's body gradually became cold, his eyes were about to split open, and his veins were protruding.

Since they can't get it, others can't get it, and she can't live anymore!

(End of this chapter)