chewing dragon

Chapter 177
Granny Bingxin only showed suspicion on her face, and then she heard the young man who didn't know how to live or die asked a third question: "Dare to ask mother-in-law, have you ever picked an exquisite heart from a scholar more than ten years ago?"

"Linglongxin?"

Granny Bingxin was taken aback when she heard the words, a vague memory in her heart was touched, and she couldn't help showing a thoughtful look on her face.

But before she could think about it carefully, she heard the young man say again: "Brother Wei, are you coming or should I come?"

"Engong's knife is sharper, I'll help you!" Wei Bao's voice followed.

Bingxin's mother-in-law immediately turned her eyes and glanced at the direction where Wei Bao was before, only to see that the only seedling of the Wei family was holding the female living corpse with both hands, slowly falling to a coffin lid on the ground.

A golden thread cloud snake was tightly wrapped around the body of the living female corpse, no matter how it twisted, it couldn't break free at all.

As if sensing Granny Tiexin's sight, Wei Bao suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Looking around his body, only the golden thread fog tiger is missing.

Granny Bingxin felt a warning sign in her heart, and she looked down suddenly, only to see the young man standing quietly on the spot, covered in a smoky feather coat, whose aura was scattered by a crowd of living corpses, as if he could be broken soon .

Seeing that Qi Jingzhi had never stepped on a tiger to the sky, Granny Bingxin relaxed her expression just now, and then sneered: "Those who can fly are not good enough, but those who are somewhat capable can't fly. A tiger that is just a cloud, with its head hidden and its tail exposed, can fly again." What can I do?"

The witch's laughter didn't stop, when suddenly a sharp knife protruded out of the void behind her.

Before she could react, the tip of the sharp knife pierced into the soft fossa under the back of her head with a bang, pierced through the skull obliquely, and then slammed out from between the eyebrows.

Granny Bingxin's expression froze suddenly, and her body also froze in place.

At the same time, a cloud of red-gold saber quietly emerged, vaguely showing the shape of a fierce tiger, but the veins formed by the previous golden thread did not exist on the tiger's body, which looked a little illusory.

On the head of this misty tiger, there is a silver candlestick that has been extinguished.

Standing next to the candlestick was a young monk who was about the same height, his whole body was outlined by golden threads, the golden color was extremely eye-catching.

At this time, the little monk was raising eyebrows and eyes, struggling to lift the handle of the bull-eared sharp knife above his head.

In the midst of his busy schedule, he still did not forget to lower his head and grin at Qi Jingzhi who was below him, with slender eyebrows and curved mouth, which was really smart and cute.

Seeing the little monk, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help laughing, the strength in his body suddenly surged, and the smoky feather coat he carried immediately rose in the wind, and instantly separated the dozen or so living corpses that were jumping on him completely.

Immediately afterwards, like a golden cicada shedding its shell, he jumped up from his feathers, with his toes touching the shoulder of a living corpse, flapping his wings like a bird, and immediately flew high, pounced towards Granny Tiaoxin.

In the midst of Qi Jingzhi's smile and fly away, this witch was like when she had a knife in her heart before, the breath around her body flowed rapidly, and disappeared in an instant.

The coffin lid that was floating in mid-air lost control, rolled and fell to the ground, knocking down several living corpses that had been standing still.

Qi Jingzhi was holding the handle of the sharp knife with cow's ears in one hand, and the other hand was holding Granny Tiexin's throat, and Wuhu supported her and slowly floated down.

The little monk Qi Huchan let go of the handle of the knife first, embraced the Yinsha candlestick with both hands, and jumped onto the shoulder of his elder brother.

When the two brothers landed lightly, Qi Jingzhi turned his head and looked over his shoulder, and saw the little monk beaming with joy, his satisfaction and excitement were beyond words, if it hadn't been forcibly manifested with the help of the Chijin Saber Qi, he might have already cheered.

Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but smiled knowingly, and said to the young monk, "You've done a great job this time, and I already know how to show you your appearance, so let's return his golden energy first."

It was not Qi Jingzhi's deliberate attempt to make this rather complicated slapstick just now, but Qi Huchan volunteered.

Last night, in order to compensate Wei Bao, Qi Jingzhi proposed to make a pair of leather armor out of cowhide, and he used a sharp knife to peel the skin.

Wei Bao watched the whole process from the sidelines, so he naturally recognized the knife. When he saw Granny Tiexin was pierced through the heart with a knife, he knew it was benefactor.

Later, the witch came back to life, and Wei Bao knew that he was not enough, so he guessed the general direction and secretly sent Wuhu over.

At that time, Qi Jingzhi was hiding in the blood of Yinsha, so he took advantage of the situation to include Wuhu, and then he wanted to go up to the sky and give the witch a ruthless blow. Unexpectedly, Qi Huchan suddenly moved and jumped out of his own accord. The scabbard was swallowed by Wuhu.

The next thing went smoothly even more unexpectedly, Wuhu flew into the sky with a sword in his hand, Qi Huchan defeated the enemy with a sword.

The little monk was praised by his elder brother, and the smile on his face was even bigger.

Knowing that Qi Jingzhi still had something important to do, he nodded immediately, but he was not in a hurry to return the golden energy. Instead, he put the Yinsha candlestick on his head, with his chest up and his buttocks, and he walked back and forth twice, wagging his head and tail. He looked at his brother expectantly.

Qi Jingzhi was slightly surprised, thought for a while before asking: "Do you want that golden rooster with candles just now?"

The little monk immediately nodded fiercely.

He put the Yinsha candlestick on his elder brother's shoulder, pointed to the candlestick, and then pointed to the gold threads that were separating out from his body, and finally bowed together and disappeared.

Qi Jingzhi naturally understood what the little monk wanted to express.

The candle-wearing golden rooster should also be transformed by the golden spirit and golden demon. If it can be held in the hands, even if the spirituality of my younger brother is not enough, he can still appear anytime and anywhere. There may be other benefits.

After all the golden lines outlining the little monk flowed back to the Wuhu who was beside him, Qi Jingzhi felt a breeze blowing by, and there seemed to be a ray of light floating into the sharp knife in his hand, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Fate is wonderful.

Leaving aside his brotherhood with Qi Huchan, just talking about this journey, his younger brother and the Chijindao share the golden energy, and they have a spiritual connection with each other, and they have gradually formed some friendship, especially with that head Wuhu is so friendly that he can even borrow someone's gold thread.

"Engong, can you kill that witch this time?"

Seeing that the golden thread fog tiger had returned to its original appearance, Wei Bao from a distance raised his voice and asked.

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi cast his eyes on Granny Tiexin in his hand again, only to see that although no blood or brain matter flowed out of the knife edge, some fine black dust floated out of it.

Seeing this, he immediately twisted the handle of the knife, and violently stirred the witch's head.

This blow was like stabbing a hornet's nest, not only in the knife's edge, but the whole body of Granny Tiexin's skin and even her black clothes were broken into countless black dust, which floated into the sky one after another.

In the blink of an eye, a bald red-eyed monkey with no eyelids appeared in front of Qi Jingzhi's eyes.

"Huh? This witch is not a human being."

This idea just came into his mind, Qi Jingzhi only felt the palm of his left hand tighten, and there was a radiant light shining from between the fingers holding the little monkey's neck.

He couldn't help being startled, not because he was surprised by the late arrival of the small bronze mirror, but because he felt that the mirror always feeds on monsters with special spirits, but this time, like himself, he lost his eyes and couldn't see through it. The disguise of the heart-wrenching mother-in-law.

Immediately, Qi Jingzhi responded loudly in the direction of Wei Bao: "Finally found the right key, and killed him with one blow! This time we were compared by two knives!"

Wei Bao nodded silently when he heard the words, leaned over and picked up the previous female corpse from the coffin lid, and walked towards a coffin.

Qi Jingzhi looked around, and saw that most of the fallen leaves in the garden had been burned at this time, and the flames on the ground were weakening, and thick smoke was still rising from the embers, but seven or eight ancient trees met the night wind wrapped in sparks In an instant, it turned into huge torches.

Because of the dry weather, these torches burned extremely brightly and blazingly, but they almost swirled on and off.

In just a few breaths, the raging flames could devour all the leaves and slender branches of the tree, and then extinguish them in an instant, leaving only a burnt tree as black as iron, stretching its teeth and claws towards the sky.

Between the thick smoke of the iron trees and the embers of the flames, hundreds of corpses stood up or fell down with hideous faces, looking like a ghost hell at a glance.

Qi Jingzhi didn't help Wei Bao collect the clansmen, but put away the sharp knife and took the Yinsha candlestick from his shoulder.

He walked back to the previous ancient cypress, put his back against the trunk, tried his best to stretch his spiritual sense, and at the same time mobilized the spirit of the pine, cypress and first tree, which was splashed with snow and lingering after the rain, to protect this ancient tree. Cypress was protected from wind and fire.

After a fight, the backyard of Baiyun Palace suddenly became quiet.

There were sounds from all over the city in the wind, galloping horseshoes, rain of arrows piercing through the air, and all kinds of fighting cries, obviously louder than before.

After extinguishing the Yinsha candlestick, Qi Jingzhi could no longer see the golden pillars, the statue of the Autumn God, and the three golden gates with quite different colors, and he didn't know if there were any changes.

At this time, he and Wei Bao had already caught a fish of moderate size with the bait, but just listening to the movements in the city, one knew that this incident was far from over.

All of a sudden, Qi Jingzhi felt his heart skip a beat, and immediately looked at his left palm, and saw that the figure of a hairless red-eyed monkey was already reflected in the mirror.

"Mother of the Wind's corpse, transformed by the Yin wind, eats the heart and liver, lives against the wind, and dies from breaking the brain. It is cold in nature, bitter in taste, and non-toxic. Soaking in wine can cure wind diseases."

Qi Jingzhi nodded secretly, the one who can be caught by the small bronze mirror is really not an ordinary monkey, or even a monkey at all.

"Soaking in wine can heal wind disease? It doesn't seem to be very useful... But this so-called dark wind is interesting."

Qi Jingzhi couldn't help secretly sighing that the recipes of the small bronze mirror are so complicated that even monks who eat Xiaqi can't match them.

Now that he has seen more and more, he knows that the choice of a monk at the level of Fanxia is particularly important. It must be in line with his own path. It is impossible to taste everything like a mirror.

On the contrary, things that have been tempered by mirrors are always extremely pure. If a monk chooses Yinfeng, then this Fengmother corpse is an extremely precious treasure for him.

"Well, it's a pity that this Fengmother's corpse doesn't quite match what I've learned. The so-called wind rises from the pines in the myriad valleys, and the crane soars in anger. It produces strange changes, which can erode people's thoughts, but it greatly violates the towering pine, cypress, and carapace trees, and the wind shakes the shenghuang, and it is not worthy of the grand meaning of angry cranes soaring to the sky."

"In this way, for me, this Yin wind is... huh? It is transformed by the Yin wind and eats people's hearts?"

Qi Jingzhi suddenly looked at the Yinsha candlestick in his hand, and thought to himself: "It seems that the final evaluation of this Yinsha corpse by the small bronze mirror is three words...through the nether world!"

"Before, the blood flame couldn't burn Granny Tingxin because it was covered by those weird black dust."

"Now that the Fengmother's corpse has returned to its original appearance, if this evil wind that gnaws people's heart and heart, and the Yinsha blood flame that gnaws people's hearts and greed, and its venom can penetrate the nether world, I don't know how they will change? Can they be like spirit corpses, The merging of the Qiuqi corpse and the Heisha corpse is even more mysterious?"

"It's of no use to me to control this Fengmother's corpse, so why not..."

This idea just came out of Qi Jingzhi's heart, and it can no longer be restrained. It is true that the situation in Jiuzhen County is becoming more and more chaotic and critical, and it is good to add a little more strength. The power of Shaxueyan is even higher than Jianrenshou and Niu Erjian Dao.

He immediately took out the corpse of Fengmu from the palm of his left hand, and immediately ignited the blood flame of Yinsha again.

After being refined by the mirror, Fengmu's corpse, which was originally only three feet long, has shrunk even more. Now it is only about the size of Qi Jingzhi's slap.

This little hairless monkey was illuminated by the blood flame light, and the two red eyes immediately burst into red light, and there was a trace of black air coming out of its body, as if it had grown black hair all over its body in an instant.

At the same time, the smiling silver girl on the Yinsha Candlestick opened her eyes suddenly, revealing two deep black holes, filled with endless venom.

At this moment, the hairless red-eyed monkey was so similar to the little girl holding a blood candle with hole-like eyes.

Comparing the two, Qi Jingzhi suddenly discovered that the red eyes of the little monkey are actually formed by the condensation of blood demons, and it may even be because Granny Tingxin has been killing for many years, and her morals are much higher than Wan'er. The red eyes are stronger than the blood candles. It is much more condensed and pure, and the breath is not leaking at all, so that Qi Jingzhi could not recognize it at a glance before.

In addition, the traces of black air on the little monkey's body were also faint, but at this moment, after careful comparison and identification, it was clear that it was somewhat similar to the resentment in the eyes of the little girl, and it reminded Qi Jingzhi of the spirit mask that had been left behind. The venomous wind in the heart.

As for the Yin wind of Fengmu's corpse and the silver smell of Yinsha's corpse, it is unknown which one is more touching.

Seeing this situation, Qi Jingzhi felt a little hesitant in his heart. Originally, he thought that the Yinsha candlestick was the main thing, and a wind would help the fire, but now he realized that Granny Tiexin was an old demon after all, even though she was dead now, she could In terms of the purity of the corpse alone, it is very likely that the body will turn against the guest.

At this moment, the little silver girl who was supposed to be equally ignorant suddenly moved.

She even moved the tray above her head and stretched it towards the hairless red-eyed monkey's head, as if she wanted to put the blood candle on top of the other's head.

"This is……"

Qi Jingzhi suddenly remembered that before Wan'er's body was refined by the mirror, its appearance seemed to be a candlestick of a bronze monkey.

That candlestick exists in Wan'er's memory, and whenever she is afraid of the dark, her father would light it and put it on the little girl's bedside!
(End of this chapter)