Twenty-second bowl of soup (12)

This pure Yang blood is really powerful, the monster screams, other weapons can't hurt him, but Meng Xingyan’s blade made him appear many small holes, pure Yang blood is the most powerful for evil things. Soon, he couldn't help rolling on the ground, shrank into a ball, and his face changed, especially his mouth and eyes. The jaw and eyeballs bulged out and looked terrible.

"You can hurt him with pure Yang blood!" Meng Xingyan shouted.

All the people present here are cultivators. Naturally, they know what the so-called pure-yang blood is, that is, the blood of virgins. However, over the past few thousand years, there have been more and more double cultivation of men and women among cultivators. Having lived for so long, who would be happy to have never enjoyed the love of men and women! Therefore, although Meng Xingyan kindly informed, it is still the same for the immortal cultivators present.

Meng Xingliang had long known what these immortal cultivators were. They were not as capable as the immortals. If they had, they would not be more merciful than the immortals. Thinking of this, she immediately said to Meng Xingyan: "Don't worry about them, let's get rid of this monster first!"

The spells combined with the blood of pure sun did have a miraculous effect. At the same time, the monster became more and more irritated. He couldn't help howling, grabbed the cultivator with a broken leg, and bit his throat. The cultivator didn’t. The place trembles, and in a blink of an eye there is only a piece of human skin.

Although I already know what's going on, what I saw with my own eyes is another matter. Meng Xingyan and Meng Xingliang are both gagging. It is strange to say that after the monster sucked the flesh and blood of a monk, his eyes Slowly, it's getting a little normal! Although it is still very weird and scary, it is a bit close compared to normal people!

He rushed towards Meng Xingyan, extremely fast, no matter where Meng Xingyan's poor academic skills could resist, Meng Xingliang opened the umbrella of water and fire, blocking the monster's fangs and teeth!

Water and fire umbrellas are not invading water or fire, and they are also extremely aggressive. Almost instantly, Meng Xingliang took out a dozen charms, and Meng Xingyan had a tacit understanding of cutting through his palms and dripping blood into the charms and the surface of the umbrella. Meng Xingliang When the mechanism was activated, the steel needle on the umbrella surface quickly stood up, piercing into the monster's skin and flesh. No matter how hard he is, he can't help but roar and howl in pain!

Meng Xingliang didn't pay attention to the greedy expression of the monk next to him when he saw the water and fire umbrella in her hand. She just put away the umbrella, raised Meng Xingyan with one hand, and asked, "Is it all right?"

"It's okay, Senior Sister, the two of us are not his opponents at all!" Meng Xingyan is anxious, if they don't get rid of this monster, they don't want to go back alive!

Meng Xingliang also knows, but now there is no other way: "This is the first thing Master asked us to do, and we cannot fail."

She reached out and touched her arms, her complexion changed suddenly, awful! There is no talisman!

The monster's eyeballs changed back to a weird state, and he jumped up again, his two hind limbs stomping on the ground, and a gust of wind dazzled his eyes. Meng Xingliang had no other choice but to draw a talisman in the void, but what's the use? A spell with pure Yang blood can only hurt the monster's flesh. This is not because pure Yang blood is not strong enough, but because Meng Xingliang He didn't do enough, so he couldn't conquer this monster.

This talisman just slowed the monster's movements a little bit, and the rest was useless, but this kind of ability was enough to make other cultivators jealous. They worked so hard to cultivate, and they had to cooperate with the magic weapon to be effective, this girl sees He is only a teenager, and he is not a cultivator. With just a few strokes of his fingers in the void, he can make terrifying monsters jealous. What kind of technique is this?

Most human beings have a greedy heart, especially the realm of immortality that respects the strong. To them, killing and hunting treasures is nothing short of commonplace. They were already ready to move when Meng Xingliang offered the umbrella of water and fire. Now they saw Meng Xingliang's ability and became even more jealous, and they wanted to reach out and **** it at this critical moment of life and death!

Meng Xingliang only took care of protecting Meng Xingyan, and the water and fire umbrella on his back was unexpectedly taken by a female monk flying over!

She was furious: "Give it back to me! You thief!"

"When it comes to my hands, it is naturally mine. You should care about your own life!" The female monk sneered, trying to open the umbrella of water and fire, but was puzzled, and actually questioned Meng Xingliang at this critical moment: "Hey! How do you open this umbrella!"

Meng Xingliang was extremely angry, but the monster seemed to cling to her, and he refused to let her get away. She was so angry that she was so angry that she neglected to guard her for a while and was taken advantage of by the monster. Into the emptiness!

At the juncture of life and death, Meng Xingliang only tried to push Meng Xingyan away, but there was nothing he could do.

At the moment when she thought she would not be able to escape death, she closed her eyes when the monster's foul-smelling salivation dripping with fleshy teeth were about to bite off.

The expected death did not come. Meng Xingliang only felt that his waist was hugged, and his whole body quickly backed away. She opened her eyes, and was immediately surprised: "Master!"

Qinghuan glanced at her with a smile, "I'm not good at learning, so I have to work harder in the future." Alas, raising a child is not easy, nor is it easy to teach an apprentice.

You can tell Meng Xingliang to do anything at this moment: "Yes!"

Putting Meng Xingliang aside, and catching Meng Xingyan next to him, Qinghuan stood in front of the two of them, did not care about the monster, but turned his head to look at the female monk holding her water and fire umbrella, and smiled at her slightly. , Said: "Well, can you return it to me?"

There was a soft question on his mouth, one hand grabbed it, no one could see what was going on, the water and fire umbrella had returned to Qing Huan's hand.

The female monk screamed: "Give it back to me! That's mine!"

If Qinghuan hadn't lost his memory, and clearly remembered how the umbrella came, I would really think that the person in front of me was the real owner of the water and fire umbrella.

Meng Xingliang had never seen such a shameless person, and even claimed that the things he robbed others belonged to him, and the wicked person took it back and sued before he was taken back by the original owner! "Master! She stole the water and fire umbrella when I was not prepared! She is a thief!"

"The strongest in the world of cultivating immortals is king! I grabbed it, and naturally it is mine!" As soon as I heard this tone, I knew that this kind of murder and treasure was done.

Qinghuan was also happy: "Yours?"

"of course!"

I have never seen this thief more arrogant than the owner, Qing Huan smiled, "Well, if you can subdue this guy, I will give you this umbrella."

The monster seemed to be afraid of Qinghuan and didn't dare to come close. This persimmon had to pick a soft pinch. Even if it was a monster with no intelligence, he knew what kind of people could not be offended. This is the surrender of the weak to the strong in the soul. It happened that the female monk was closest to him, so he threw away Qinghuan and rushed forward.

I don't know how many people have been killed by this female monk. Her soul is blood-red, and monsters are very sensitive to people who kill a lot. Such people are his best food.

Qing Huan didn't save her, watching the female monk's flesh and blood being sucked clean. Then the monster rushed to the remaining monks again, they were all frightened, and they rushed toward Qinghuan, the monster chasing wildly behind, the scene was a bit funny.

Qinghuan is not cold-blooded enough to see so many people being sucked into human beings in front of him. Although these people are full of evil, but good and evil are rewarded, the talented female monks deserve to die today, and the rest of them don’t need it. The most important thing is Yes, they survived, and retribution is coming soon.

When Meng Xingliang saw that these people were hiding behind Master, he was anxious: "Master, get out of the way!"

Qing Huan turned her head and smiled to comfort her: "It's okay, you see Master turned you into a fun trick."

Meng Xingyan's eyes lit up and his hands were still aching, and he became excited: "Master is going to change quickly!"

Qinghuan chuckled lightly, snapped her fingers, and a soft white light suddenly appeared, slowly falling from the void onto her hand, and when the white light faded, there was a soft, white, fat and smooth fur on her palm... kitten.

Cat? ? ? ! ! !

This time! What to do when you become a cat! Meng Xingliang couldn't understand his master's brain circuit, and he couldn't wait to faint and forget it: "Master, what are you doing? This little cat..."

"Hush." ​​Qing Huan hushed her. "Just look at it."

After finishing speaking, the white kitten was placed on the ground. The kitten stretched and yawned, and walked towards the monster slowly in the smile of his owner. It is really strange to say that it took a step closer, and the monster took a step back. Finally, it was forced into the corner by the kitten, and the big head shrank into a small group, still trembling!

What is this? !

After the kitten had finished sending her supernatural powers, she leaned back to Qinghuan, and leaned her head up, meowing for caress. Qing Huan hugged it, and kissed the furry forehead with expectant eyes: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

With that said, he took out a bamboo tube, put the monster into the tube, sealed it with a talisman, and threw the bamboo tube into Meng Xingliang's arms: "I'm optimistic."

"Master! Where did the cat come from? Why have I never seen it?" Meng Xingyan asked curiously, eager to reach out and touch it.

The kitten disliked it very much. Basically, no one was allowed to touch it except Qinghuan. Qinghuan scratched its chin, and it purred comfortably. Since it became a cat, it was because of its small size and unobtrusiveness. Later, I got used to it. Even my life habits became like cats. I love to eat fish, love to play woolen balls, and drill cardboard boxes. The owner snored as soon as he scratched his chin.

"You haven't seen too much." Qing Huan smiled, looking at the group of monks behind him who started to stare at Ji Guang again, and said: "Okay, let's go, we can deal with Master Zhizhou. ."

Meng Xingliang quickly followed Meng Xingyan, and it was strange that the group of monks also followed silently. Judging from Qing Huan's personality, she probably wouldn't like these people, but she didn't say anything. Meng Xingliang felt it was really weird.