Ji Yuan, where Jun Tianfu is located, stayed up in the middle of the night, and has been carefully guarding the white piece belonging to his friend Yin Zhaoxian in the mountains and rivers of artistic conception. Once the dan Qi covering the surface of the chess piece is absorbed, Ji Yuan will immediately make up for it.

He was so careful because the heat on Shiroko never subsided.

In fact, Ji Yuan knew that it wasn't very useful for him to guard like this, and as long as he didn't stop it, the chess piece would go to the pill furnace to absorb the overflowing traces of pill energy.

But after all, it was the best friend in this world who had an accident. Anyway, he couldn't fall asleep. Fortunately, he was waiting.

Although the old dragon whom I met back then was nominally a friend by fate, but in fact, the friendship was not that deep, but it was only a chat.

Until it was almost dawn, Bai Zi's temperature finally subsided and stopped repeating, which also made Ji Yuan heave a sigh of relief.

Ji Yuan, who had been sitting cross-legged all the time, retreated back to the bed.

Then, recalling the situation that made him nervous for most of the night, he also laughed at himself.

"This samadhi is really hot... Really cruel..."

Ji Yuan's face also became serious after laughing at himself.

"Master Yin, Master Yin, what did you get into..."

At the moment when the flame of the Samadhi True Fire collided with Madam Hong, Ji Yuan could also feel the demonic aura, and even vaguely heard the resentful scream.

The other party obviously hated Yin Zhaoxian already, even though it should have attracted the Chunhui Mansion City God, but after that, it was unclear whether the City God had won the monster.

'What if you don't get it? ’

Ji Yuan also narrowed his eyes, unable to quench his thirst from a distance. He and Master Yin are separated by a state, more than two thousand miles in a straight line, and there are mountains, rivers and various complex terrains in the middle. Hard to get there at any time.

Samadhi True Fire can be used once, but absolutely cannot be used a second time. Otherwise, if the monster does not die, Master Yin may be smelted to death by the real fire in the furnace first, and the monster will definitely be on guard.

However, although that monster has become a climate, even if he is there personally, he would not dare to confront him, but he was caught off guard and was seriously injured by the true fire of Samadhi.

Although it was only swept away by the flame, it was not actually burned, but the flame was not the light of a small flame, but the flame of facing the infinite real fire in the elixir furnace, which was definitely not pleasant.

Ji Yuan kept thinking about the countermeasures, and came up with a way to ensure that his best friend would be fine. It was best to kill the monster. After all, Master Yin was not only an important man in humanity, but also a good friend of Ji Yuan.

'Cut? ’

Ji Yuan's own thoughts suddenly made him realize something just now, and he turned his eyes to the bedside.

Now that he is planning to travel, Qingteng Xianjian has been floating and hiding behind him.

But because the immortal sword itself has a sword spirit, the body of the sword is hidden by itself, not to mention ordinary people can't see it, even if it is not a certain level of Taoism, it can't be seen by the immortals.

In a sense, Tianlu can be regarded as a kind of text imitating spirituality, so it is naturally easier for the immortal sword, which breeds spirituality, to do this, and it is more active, and there are only a few people who can see except the master. Together, they became the sword-blessing supernatural power of Qingteng Sword and Sword Spirit.

Seeing Jiyuan looking at him, the Qingteng sword beside the bed floated up and flew to Jiyuan's side.

'Although I may not be strong enough to face that kind of monster in a hurry, I have the Ivy Sword! It's not impossible to prepare for a chance! ’

Thinking of this, Ji Yuan sat up again and pulled the Qingteng sword out of its scabbard, not revealing half the sword light.

"It's up to you this time!"

hum~~

Although he didn't quite understand the master's meaning, Qingtengjian still responded.

Ji Yuan took a deep breath, the sound of the word "Chi" was contained in his mouth and did not come out. The mysterious and yellow aura of the mountains and rivers in the artistic conception came out along the golden bridge, and guided the tip of his right finger along with Ji Yuan's mana.

The fingers seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, and the fingertips were even more red and bleeding.

Ji Yuan pointed at the sword with his right hand, and the black and yellow energy poured out together with the mana and blood, and the seal script wrote a word repeatedly for many times.

"Cut, chop, chop, chop..."

After each character is written, the next character will be more difficult to write, and the mana consumed will be greater. By the end, the mana of the Dantian has been used up, and it is necessary to convert part of the mana from the Dan Qi to write another character, and then convert a part to write another character.

After all the writing was finished, the sword body contained forty-nine slashing characters, Ji Yuan was already pale and dizzy, and it was already three quarters of noon outside.

The last slashing word fell, Ji Yuan forcibly resisted the dizziness, and held the sword to seal the body of the sword with a ray of the heaven and earth.

The black-and-yellow mixed-blood handwriting on the Qingteng sword gradually disappeared in the flashing, restoring the original appearance of the sword.

"Huh...ho...huh..."

Ji Yuan sat leaning against the wall beside the bed a little bit out of strength, and touched his numb nose with his hands, and there was indeed a trace of blood.

Qingteng Sword's three-year-old potential of being pregnant and hiding the front is still there. The point of cutting wild fruits on the mountain before is naturally not counted. Ji Yuan used the air of Xuanhuang to display the edict, and wrote seven, seven and forty-nine characters in a row, and it was bound to be combined with Qingteng. The sword of the fairy sword killed the wounded monster.

In the end, it is a monster that takes shape and becomes a climate. He has no idea in his heart, so he uses all the means of pressing the bottom of the box.

However, although I'm not sure if it can be done~lightnovelpub.net~, in the process of writing, the intention is to kill without any fluctuations, which is the momentum for Qingteng Sword.

The Qingteng Sword is now suspended in front of the bed, neither squeaking nor dancing, as if pressing a heavy air force, making its sharp edge hidden and not released.

When Ji Yuan recovered a little, he grabbed the scabbard and slowly closed it on the Qingteng sword. Then he walked to the bed in the guest room and propped up the wooden window. He turned his head and said to the Qingteng sword:

"The flame of the Samadhi True Fire is not so easy to bear. You go to Master Yin's place quickly, look for the evil spirit with the breath of the true fire, and kill it! Remember, it is a transformational monster, and you are only one of the most powerful. The sword will slide down later, if the sword is not successful, you must not fight!"

hum...

Qingteng Jianfeng's voice was subtle but imposing, and the introverted sword intent made the air within two inches of the sword body slightly blurred.

"Well, let's go!"

Ji Yuan's tired voice fell.

swoosh~

The Qingteng Sword has turned into a streamer and flew out of the wooden window, and then soared into the sky. It took a dozen breaths to lift it up into the sky, and it traveled rapidly through the power of the Gangfeng. Fate imagination.

The spirit is difficult to conceive, and the spirit is difficult to achieve. Among them, the law of fate is as mysterious as the cultivation of the Tao, that is, how many immortals and spiritual treasures are famous in the whole world of immortality. It is also designated as a fairy sword, because the sword spirit has been formed and is agile.

Ji Yuan looked at his fairy sword flying into the sky and removed the thought of whether it could be done, and there were also mutterings on his lips.

"A little envious..."

Another burst of dizziness came, Ji Yuan shook his head, returned to the bedside, and began to sit down with his legs crossed, using the Qi Guidance Technique to gather spiritual energy.

As waves of spiritual energy converged to nourish the body, Ji Yuan's discomfort gradually faded away.