Lanke Chess Edge

Ji Yuan, where Juntian Mansion is located, stayed up in the middle of the night, and had been carefully guarding the white piece belonging to his friend Yin Zhaoxian in the artistic conception of mountains and rivers. Once the alchemy covering the surface of the chess piece was absorbed, Ji Yuan would immediately make up for it.

Be so careful because the heat on the white piece has not subsided.

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

But after all, it was my best friend in this world who had an accident, so I couldn't sleep anyway, but fortunately, I was waiting, and I have been working hard to refine the energy of the five elements and the mana dantian.

Although the old dragon he met back then was also considered a scheming friend in name, but in fact the friendship was not that deep, but it was just chatted once.

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

Withdrew from the artistic conception of mountains and rivers, Ji Yuan, who had been sitting cross-legged, lay back on the bed.

Then recalling the situation that made me nervous for most of the night before, I laughed at myself.

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

After laughing at himself, Ji Yuan's expression became serious.

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

At the moment when the ray of flame from the Samadhi True Fire collided with Mrs. Hong, Ji Yuan could also feel that monster aura, and even vaguely heard that scream of resentment.

The other party obviously hated Yin Zhaoxian, even though he should have attracted the City God of Chunhui Mansion later, but after that, Ji Yuan didn't know whether the City God took down the monster or not.

‘What if it doesn’t win? '

Ji Yuan also squinted his eyes, the distance cannot quench the near thirst, he and Master Yin are separated by a state, the straight line is more than two thousand miles, and there are mountains, rivers and rivers in the middle of various complex terrains, and maybe there is a little road idiot, It's hard to get there all the time.

Samadhi Real Fire can be used once, but it must not be used a second time, otherwise Master Yin may be killed by the real fire in the furnace before the monster dies, and the monster will definitely be on guard.

But even though the monster has become a climate, even if Ji Yuan was there in person, he didn't dare to confront it, but he was caught off guard and seriously injured by the real fire of Samadhi.

Although it was only swept by the flames and not actually burned, the flames were not the light of a handful of small flames, but the flames of the infinite real fire in the alchemy furnace, which was by no means pleasant.

Ji Yuan kept thinking about countermeasures, and wanted to come up with a way to ensure that his best friend was safe, it would be best to kill that monster, after all, Master Yin is not only an important white child in the human world, but also Ji Yuan's best friend.

'cut? '

Just now, Ji Yuan's own thoughts suddenly made him realize something, and he turned his gaze to the side of the bed.

Now that he is planning to travel, the Ivy Immortal Sword has been floating and hiding behind him.

But because the fairy sword itself has become a sword spirit, the body of the sword is hidden by itself, not to mention that ordinary people can't see it, even the immortals who have not reached a certain level of Taoism can't see it, it feels like a book of heaven.

Because in a sense, Tianlu is also a kind of imitation of spirituality, so it is easier to do this with the fairy sword itself that breeds spirituality, and it is more proactive. There are only a few people who can see it except for the master. At the same time, Dun became the sword endowed supernatural power after the Ivy Sword and Sword Spirit became self-contained.

Seeing Ji Yuan looking at him, the ivy sword beside the bed floated up and flew to Ji Yuan's side.

'Although I may not be strong enough to face that monster in a hurry, I have the Ivy Sword! There is no chance of getting ready! '

Thinking of this, Ji Yuan sat up again, and pulled out the Qingteng sword from its sheath, so that half of the sword light could not be seen.

"It's up to you this time!"

hum~~

Although I didn't quite understand what the master meant, the Ivy Sword still responded.

Ji Yuan took a deep breath, and the sound of the word "Chi" was contained in his mouth without uttering it. The mysterious and yellow air in the artistic conception of mountains and rivers 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 weights, and the fingertips were even more red and bleeding.

Ji Yuan pointed at the sword with his right hand, Xuanhuang Qi gushed out together with mana and blood, and wrote a word repeatedly in seal script many times.

"Chop, chop, chop, chop..."

After each character is written, the next character will be more difficult to write, and the mana consumption will be greater. In the end, the mana of the dantian will be exhausted. It needs to convert part of the mana from the danqi to write a character, and then convert part of it to write a character.

After finishing all writing, the sword body can fully accommodate forty-nine characters of "cut", Ji Yuan's face was already a little pale and dizzy, and the sky outside was already 3:00 noon.

When the last word "cut" fell, Ji Yuan resisted the dizziness, and Zhizi received a ray of righteous yang energy from the sky to seal the sword body.

The black and yellow blood-colored handwriting on the Ivy Sword gradually disappeared while flashing, and the original appearance of the sword body was restored.

"Hoo... ho... ho..."

Ji Yuan, on the other hand, sat leaning against the wall beside the bed with a little exhaustion, and touched his itchy nose with his hand, and there was indeed a trace of blood.

Qingteng Sword's three-year-old Lingzang front is still there, and the fact that it cut wild fruits on the mountain before is naturally not counted. Ji Yuan used the mysterious and yellow spirit to execute the edict, and wrote seven or forty-nine characters in succession, which is bound to combine with Qingteng The sword of Xianjian killed the injured monster.

Ji Yuan didn't know whether it was a monster that turned into a shape and turned into a climate, so he used all the methods to suppress the bottom of the box.

However, although he was not sure if it would work, but during the writing process, Ji Yuan had no fluctuations in his thoughts of killing, and used this to gain momentum for the Ivy Sword.

The green vine sword is now suspended in front of the bed, neither whistling nor flying wildly, as if it is pressing down on a thick air force, making it hide its sharpness without uttering it.

When Ji Yuan recovered a little, he summoned the scabbard, and slowly put it on the Ivy Sword himself, then went to the bed in the guest room to prop up the wooden window, turned his head to the Ivy Sword and said:

"The flames of the Samadhi real fire are not that easy to bear. You go to Master Yin's place quickly, use the breath of real fire to find the evil spirit, and kill him! Remember, it is a monster in form, and you have only one The sword will slide down after that, if the sword fails, you must not love to fight!"

hum...

The green vine sword's sharp sound was subtle but powerful, and the restrained sword intent made the air within two inches of the sword slightly blurred.

"Well, let's go!"

Ji Yuan's tired voice fell.

Whoosh~

The green vine sword had already turned into a stream of light and flew out of the wooden window, and then soared into the sky. It rose to high altitude in a dozen breaths, borrowed the power of the wind to travel rapidly, and the air machine pointed to the Chunhui Mansion in Jizhou. The speed was actually beyond Fate imagination.

The spirit is difficult to conceive, the spirit is difficult to achieve, and the method of fate is as mysterious as practicing the Tao, that is, how many immortal artifacts and treasures are there in the entire world of immortality, and the reason why the Qingteng Sword can make Ji Yuan, a person who has always been conservative in measuring size, It is also designated as a fairy sword, because the sword spirit has been completed and it is agile.

Ji Yuan looked at his own fairy sword flying into the air and stopped thinking about whether it could be done, and murmured.

"I'm a little envious..."

Another wave of dizziness came, Ji Yuan shook his head, returned to the bedside, began to sit cross-legged, and performed the guiding qi formula to draw the spiritual energy to gather.

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