Divine Cultivation System

"Guest officers, it seems that it is not good for you to do so?"

A hunched over, with her right hand tightly clutching a dragon-headed crutch, an old woman limped out of the inn.

Upon closer inspection, she discovered that she actually had one leg.

Although they couldn't see their feet, they were different from the ghost cultivators they had encountered before.

Qin Shaofeng frowned slightly.

The flames of the willow's fire suddenly unleashed, directly enveloping them all.

"Ghost fire, burn!"

Amidst the burst of shouting, the flames of the will-o'-the-wisps burst into the surroundings.

But under the burning of the will-o'-the-wisp, everything here has not changed even the slightest.

After Xian Xiaoying experienced these few days of fighting, her ability to bear the surrounding situation has improved a lot.

But when she saw this scene, her pretty face turned pale again.

The ghost cultivators here are not afraid of being burned by the flames, this is the first time I have seen such a thing.

"Brother Qin, has the cultivation of this ghost cultivator reached the level of the True Monarch of Hongmeng?" Qi Xian looked at the senile old woman on the opposite side, leaning on a cane.

True Monarch Hongmeng?

When Qin Shaofeng used the will-o'-the-wisp and found that he couldn't burn this place, he also had similar guesses.

But after Qi Xian asked this sentence, he no longer thought so.

The old woman in front of him felt really strong, but not so strong that he couldn't feel that he could deal with it at all.

And before they approached, his feelings shouldn't be wrong.

The only explanation he could think of.

Only this old lady is not normal.

"No matter what the ghost cultivator's situation is, we can't be intimidated by her. Xiaoying will help me sweep the formation. I'll try this ghost cultivator's water first." Qin Shaofeng said in a deep voice.

When he first formed a team with Xian Xiaoying, he had already changed his mind.

But after experiencing the intimacy between the two of them, he didn't dare to call that again.

The gradual fighting in the past three days made his mentality change again.

Especially now, the sudden sound of Xiaoying made Xian Xiaoying tremble all over, almost subconsciously remembering some inappropriate things.

He he he...

He actually called me Xiaoying again?

Should he not...

Qin Shaofeng naturally saw her wild thinking, but didn't say much.

Even if Xian Xiaoying thinks about some things that are not suitable for children now, it is much better than fear and fear.

The reaction of the ghost fire made him clearly know that the ghost cultivator he was about to face definitely had special skills.

Compared with the ghost venerable who represented the red light spot he first encountered, he was definitely not the same whisper.

The flames of the ghost fire immediately enveloped the sword.

He grabbed Xian Xiaoying's little hand and quickly approached the old ghost cultivator.

The figure is pulled.

Only then did Xian Xiaoying finally realize what the situation was like now.

The nympho just now, although inappropriate, was just as Qin Shaofeng thought, which made her fear a lot less.

Qin Shaofeng was extremely fast.

A few rabbits moved up and down, and they were already close to the old ghost cultivator.

Let go of Xian Xiaoying's hand, and said loudly: "This ghost cultivator's combat strength is above mine, if there is any accident, you come to meet me."

Waving the saber in his hand, he suddenly rushed towards Guixiu.

"Jie Jie Jie, what a brat."

"The old lady wanted to let you go, but you took the initiative to bring this little girl to seek death."

"It just so happens that there is still a pair of adulterers, husbands, prostitutes, and wives in the big pot of the old woman, so I will use the two of you."

When the old woman spoke, she raised her head for the first time.

Her figure was haggard, but her face was a real child's face, and she only looked like a five or six-year-old girl when she died.

Qin Shaofeng was stunned by such a mismatched appearance.

Just at this time.

The old ghost cultivator's mouth opened, which obviously tore the girl's face open, revealing a pitch-black tongue.

A really foul smell came from her mouth.

Even with Qin Shaofeng's concentration, he couldn't bear it when he saw this scene.

Xian Xiaoying's lips and body were trembling even more.

It's just that I don't know if I was frightened by the old ghost cultivator, or because of the old ghost cultivator's voice of "rape, husband, prostitute, woman".

After all, before coming here, she was still a big girl.

"You don't even want to let go of a five or six-year-old girl. Ghost cultivators like you really should be out of your wits, and let the young master purify you, a dead old hag today!" Qin Shaofeng shouted angrily, and the seven-color sword art was already in operation. Come.

It was the same when he fought another ghost venerable.

But it's different.

The old ghost cultivator didn't make a move at all, which made it impossible for him to absorb even the slightest power of heaven and earth with this knife.

Qin Shaofeng's heart suddenly sank.

Just when his heart was heavy, he heard Xian Xiaoying's voice, and suddenly sounded from beside him: "Meng San Dao!"

Xian Xiaoying's voice was full of anger.

Qin Shaofeng didn't need to wonder why she made the move.

The result is already too obvious.

"What a pair of adulterers, husbands, prostitutes, women, even

Even when dealing with the old woman, I have to fight together. It's really not the same in the world! "The old ghost cultivator sighed.

Her words made Qin Shaofeng and Xian Xiaoying even more angry.

"Colorful! Sword Art!"

"Dream Three Swords!"

Amidst the loud shouts of the two, two sabers fell on the head of the old ghost cultivator at the same time.

Boom suddenly sounded.

The old ghost cultivator did not see any injuries.

On the contrary, Qin Shaofeng felt that the knife seemed to be cutting on cotton.

Do not! It should be said to be slapped on the water.

The terrifying shock force immediately sent him and Xian Xiaoying flying.

Rolling to the ground, it is still not the end.

The two stumbled and rolled on the ground more than ten meters away before barely stopping.

Jump up.

The two looked at each other in unison.

"How could that ghost cultivator have such a great defensive ability?" Xian Xiaoying exclaimed.

The moment Qin Shaofeng heard her words, he subconsciously thought that what she said was right.

But for some reason, he always felt in his heart that something seemed wrong.

For a while, he couldn't say anything at all.

"There is always a moment to test it out, try again!"

Qin Shaofeng's expression remained unchanged, but he had already begun to think in his heart.

Guiyan can see through his thoughts, making him very handy in hiding his emotions.

Don't say it was seen by people who are not familiar with him.

Even Zhan Cangkong and Qi Xianli could see nothing.

"superior!"

Say hello to Xian Xiaoying again.

He lifted his footsteps and rushed towards the old ghost cultivator.

On the sword in his hand, the seven-colored light shone again.

"Colorful! Sword Art!"

Qin Shaofeng slashed down again amidst the roar of shouts.

Xian Xiaoying was not much slower than him, and immediately slashed over.