The wind soul knows that Mrs. Wei will never warn them for a reason, and they will quickly prepare to leave him. At the same time, they will look at Xu Feiqiong Xu Feiqiong and stare at him. "I can still fly."
So the wind soul let the red line sword light make itself a colorful phoenix and two sword lights soar like this.
At this moment, Ling Ning remembered something hastily and cried, "Master’s mirror …"
As soon as the wind soul looked down and saw that the mirror of Yin and Yang had been left behind, it wanted to take it back and was worried that it would make a strange blood-sucking thing, so it said, "Leave it alone."
Ling Ning obediently left the mirror of Yin and Yang, although it was difficult to give up.
They flew for a while and suddenly there was a sharp cry of sadness. It was a woman’s voice, grief and indignation inexplicably resounded through heaven and earth and almost all over the demon spirit world.
Everyone who hears it is jumpy!
Chapter ninety-three Kill and rob the body
Maybe it’s because the glorious Buddha has died. The blue cloud is slowly dispersing, which seems to imply that the shadow of the demon clan’s head has dissipated for hundreds of years.
However, I don’t know how many bodies are still left there, and some slaughtered villages are stinking because they are buried.
Looking back, the wind soul saw that Wang Miao wanted to hold the spirit tightly, and it was already half faint and half fascinated, and Xu Feiqiong’s sword light gradually faded. It was not to slow down their speed but to hold on until now.
He said to the red line, "There’s a valley there. Let’s have a rest first."
The red line golden light is much faster than Ling Ning Cai Luan, and immediately takes the lead to fly, and Ling Ning also follows.
They fell into the valley and Xu Feiqiong roared at the wind soul with the light of his sword. "Why did you stop?"
Seeing that her face was pale and her shoulder was covered with blood, the wind soul knew that she would not last long, so she said in a low voice, "Sister Miao is tired."
At Wang Miao’s thought, Xu Feiqiong snorted and didn’t speak, so he sat aside to breathe.
The wind soul went to Wang Miaoxiang and asked softly, "How are you, sister?"
"It’s okay," said Wang Miao, trying to force her to sit quietly in Xu Feiqiong’s novel a little distance away. "Fei Qiong’s injury is much heavier than she looks, so she can’t go on her own."
The wind soul thinks that one of you is seriously injured, but you still want to face it, and the other one is not much better, but still thinking about it. Others really can’t do anything about you.
He said to the red line and Ling Ning, "You wait here."
Himself picked up Wang Miao want to prey to the rear of a boulder.
The red line and Ling Ning looked at each other and spread their hands on the red line. "Master must have gone there to kiss the fairy."
Ling Ning covered her mouth with a smile. "That’s the practice of double cultivation in the East Emperor’s memory. Yin and Yang are sitting opposite each other, and Master Er Qi is helping her heal."
The red line tutted and sighed, "It’s really a master to help people heal their wounds by kissing each other."
Xu Feiqiong also heard them talking in the distance and thought, "No wonder my sister seems to be refreshed every time she is kissed by the wind. I still think the power of love is really so powerful."
The wind soul behind the boulder was "as they expected" and the land king kissed him mouth to mouth. He exchanged his body for Yuan Yang and Wang Miao, but he could barely make up for her body loss.
He Wang Miao wants to be silent. Wang Miao wants to lose her many years of practice and practice. It is by no means easy to recover by double cultivation. Even after recovery, her strength will be restored by several steps.
More importantly, there is a dark airflow that deposits her body and slowly swallows her body.
That sword dance is too overbearing.
Wang Miao wanted to know for a long time that he wouldn’t be willing to see him sad now if he didn’t let the wind soul look at it. Instead, he gently comforted, "You don’t worry about rebuilding at most, and there is more than one way to cultivate immortality. If I want to keep the jade pool, is it difficult to ask the Queen Mother for some help to soar?"
Although the wind soul knows that she is right, there are many immortals who soar by eating fairy medicine in heaven, and the most famous one is of course the Guanghan Palace Chang ‘e, but this way of soaring is better than how to make a fairy body without refining and gasifying itself. Although Chang ‘e has been stealing medicine for thousands of years, it is really better than the Taoist way, that is, ten Chang ‘es are not as good as one Wang Miaoxiang.
The real wind soul doesn’t care much about becoming immortal. He traveled to ancient times to find his sister Feng Zhixin.
He just feels sorry for Wang Miao.
Although the wind soul is sad, Wang Miao wants to see him so worried that he has a little happiness in his heart. He feels that even if he can’t go to Yaochi again, he will be willing to be a mortal if he can spare Lang.
At this time, the wind soul said to himself again, "I wonder what happened to Fei Qiong’s injury?"
Wang Miao was dazed, and suddenly he felt a burst of boredom and thought, "I’m not the only one with my soul brother’s heart, and Fei Qiong seems to be interested in my soul brother. It’s certainly good that I can stay with my soul brother all my life, but what if my soul brother secretly likes his daughter?"
She thought suddenly grabbed the wind soul, "Fei Qiong was too seriously injured. If Mrs. Ziguang chased us, it would be better to escape …"
She suddenly stood there as if she saw something terrible.
The wind soul froze. "Why not?"
Wang Miao wanted to tremble weakly and said, "It is better to let Fei Qiong and Ling Ning take the colorful phoenix together and let me take the royal sword …"
The wind soul laughed, "She will never be willing to fly Joan."