Chapter 170

Qian Yi looked at Shen Shi, his eyes full of ridicule, sneer: "a waste of gas refining, dare to brag in front of me?" With that, he glanced over the bodies of the old white monkey and the stone pig. Ha, he made an expression of sudden realization and said in surprise, "ah, are you having an attack for the remaining evils of the demon clan? Tut Tut, I'm sorry. When I killed them just now, I didn't know you were their friend."

"Otherwise..." Qian Yi stares at Shen Shi, his eyes gradually show a ferocious murderous air, and says, "I will bring them to you and kill them myself to show you, so that you can know the feeling that you can only witness but can't help when your relatives are killed!"

Shen Shi clenches his teeth and stares at the man in front of him. His hands slowly fall down. In silence, he has already taken out the magic talisman made of two pieces of animal skin from the cloth bag around his waist.

At the critical moment of life and death, before the war, although he was furious at the moment, he still gritted his teeth and forbeared. His last reason reminded him that Qian Yi was the most powerful enemy he would face since his cultivation.

A monk in Yuan Jing.

For a man who is still in the initial stage of refining natural gas, countless examples in the past have already shown that he is a strong enemy with an overwhelming advantage. In the realm of cultivation of the human race, the gap of strength is extremely huge. Under normal circumstances, there is almost no possibility of cross-border victory, unless the weak side has a great chance or unimaginable fortune, and has some natural resources and land treasures that only exist in the legend, or the immortal soldiers, this may have a little chance to win.

How many people will there be in the world?

And the most important thing is that all the magic weapons of the peerless immortal soldiers need sufficient basic spiritual power to drive them, and this basic power is the threshold of Ningyuan realm. If you don't reach the realm of Ning yuan, even if you get the magic weapon of immortal soldiers, you just can't use it. You can only wait to die.

Now Shen Shi is facing such a bad situation. It's an endless battle, but he is a little lower than the enemy. Because of the three years' delay of demon world, he still stays outside the threshold of Ning yuan realm. Even if he is only one step away, he can cross over.

One step, a little step, just.

But the reality is so cruel that he is still wandering outside Ningyuan. Qian Yi in front of him looks fierce and full of contempt. His look at Shen Shi is full of irony and condescension.

No matter from which aspect, Qian Yi can't see that he has the possibility of failing. All he has to do is to kill the scum of the human race who somehow dares to make friends with the remaining evils of the demon clan in this inaccessible forest, not only to kill him, but also to make him suffer all the pain before he dies. Finally, he will walk away as if he had lived here in the future.

Shen chuckled at him.

There was a flash of lightning in the sky, thunder rumbled, and the first raindrop fell from the sky.

Shen Shi's eyes are full of blood. He stares at Qian Yi's figure. His hands are hidden in his sleeve robes. There are two magic charms between his fingers. His face is expressionless, but his heart seems to be in a storm. In that moment, he has turned countless thoughts.

What to do?

How can a monk in ningyuanjing defeat him?

The power of the first level five elements method is too small. When I was practicing it, I was told by countless people that it can't hurt the strong body of monk Ning Yuan Jing. But what else do I have?

"Sand, sand..." It's the sound of rain falling on the branches and leaves. The forest is getting more and more dim, though it's in the daytime, like late at night.

"Sand, sand..." It was the sound of Qian Yi's footsteps coming with a grim smile. He was like a murderous beast, staring at the prey in front of him, even sticking out his tongue to lick the blood bead left at the corner of his mouth.

Shen demon saw the shadow of the wolf in a trance.

Blood wolf!

All of a sudden, Shen Shi's heart seemed to contract suddenly, and his mind suddenly came up with his hasty and urgent fighting method with the blood wolf in the passage of the secret room in the mountain. He recalled that when he used the earth sinking technique, the blood wolf's body had at least three breathing time delay, and under his own rocket and water archery, the blood wolf was fierce There were signs of charred, frozen and even flesh and blood blooming.

It's a demon general with green blood magical power. It's a blood wolf who has at least reached the realm of Hong demon. Although the two human demons are different, according to the old saying, maybe, at least, maybe also similar to Renjing in Yuan Dynasty?

Shen Shi's breath is a little short. I don't know whether it's because of his rage or the tension in his heart. But Qian Yi comes over with a grim smile, full of murderous spirit. In this dark and rainy forest, he is like a ghost who has been haunted and killed.

In the twinkling of an eye, the distance between them was less than two Zhang. Qian Yi saw that Shen Shi was as scared as a fool, and he still stood still. His heart was even more scornful. He raised his step, and was about to knock down the waste ant to the ground. Then he thought about how to kill him. He could not die too easily.Just at this moment, suddenly, Shen Shi rushed to the side and suddenly ran to the back of a big tree in the dense forest. When he was just moving, Qian Yi found that he didn't move, so he rushed at his feet.

He is already in a state of unity. His physical strength, agility and speed are far beyond comparison. He is also much better than Shen Shi in front of him. But in this forest, trees are everywhere, and suddenly heavy rain makes the forest wet and dim, and his vision is much worse than usual. In this hurry, even though he is very fast, in a twinkling of an eye, he can reach the place where Shen Shigang just stood, but he can't catch Shen Shi. He rushes into the dark forest, and his figure will disappear in a twinkling of an eye.

It's just that the monk's way of Ning yuan realm is different from that of Qi refining realm. Apart from being too strong physically, his senses are also far superior to those of ordinary people. Qian Yi immediately chases Shen Shi in the direction of his escape. At the same time, his senses disperse. He soon feels that the figure in front of him is rushing away. After a grim smile, he chases him.

The wind blows faster and faster, the branches and leaves swing endlessly, like a whistling ghost in the dark watching the world coldly.

It's raining. It's getting heavy.

The forest is full of blood and rain, and the shadow of the forest is roaring in the dark.

Qian Yi tightly locked the figure in front of him. Because of the shadow of the tree and the dim light, including the rain falling from the sky, he could only see the fuzzy figure in front of him by chance. But his perception told him that the guy in front of him could not escape. In a short time, it must be the ghost under his hand.

Even he had some interest and said with a loud grin: "run, run, run faster, just see if you can escape from me."

A flash of lightning across the sky, such as a sword pierced the thick clouds, the ground in this forest also reflect the bright.

By this moment of shimmer, Qian Yi saw the figure who was running in front of him, and suddenly staggered, as if he had been tripped by a stone in the rush. Qian Yi couldn't help laughing. He looked contemptuous and cruel. Somehow, looking at Shen Shi's desperate escape, he was as happy as a cat playing with a mouse and letting me kill him.

"Run, run, run faster Ha ha ha... " His smile, with some chilling madness, reverberated in the dark forest, but his steps still chased Shen Shi, and did not relax for a moment.

Just at this time, Qian Yi suddenly felt that the darkness in front of him was much stronger, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart. But a monk of Ning yuan realm was facing the waste of a gas refining realm. What should he have to worry about?

The thought flashed through his mind. Without hesitation, he still rushed forward.

The darkness in the shadow met his body and seemed to turn into a black air and fell on his left chest.

Sorcery and skin erosion.

At the same time, Qian Yi also felt a feeling of emptiness and itching on his skin. This feeling made him frown and give him a little meal at his feet. But in a flash, this strange feeling disappeared. It seemed that the time from head to tail was only two or three minutes.

"Five elements technique?" Qian Yi laughs. He can't express his contempt. If you think about it, these friars in the realm of refining Qi can't practice any supernatural powers or use all kinds of magic weapons. Besides these pitiful first-order five elements, what else can they do to protect themselves?

But in front of a monk of Ning Yuan Jing, the first level of five elements is a joke.

The figure in front of him ran frantically and desperately, trying to distance himself from the dense trees by the dim light. But in Qian Yi's opinion, it was doomed to be futile. He didn't even bother to sacrifice his own spirit sword. It was a waste of his spirit power to use the spirit sword handed down by his teacher.

Although Qian Yi had never seen the unknown method before, it seemed a bit strange. Maybe it was a kind of five element method. After all, this kind of insect carving path has been around for thousands of years, and there are always some things he didn't know. But the most important thing is that this low-level method is useless to himself, the monk of Ningyuan realm. It's a bit numb What is itching?

Qian Yi no longer has scruples, strode to pursue.

The figure in front seemed to wave his arm again. In the dark forest, in the wind and rain, darkness came.

Qian Yi went straight ahead, ignoring this little skill. A dark air, which was thicker than just now, hit him, then dissipated and scattered in the wind and rain.

It was a little bit of slight pain, coming from his chest, but as before, the feeling soon disappeared. It's just that the pain seems a little deeper than before.

Qian Yi sneers at him, doesn't even look at him, and goes straight after him. He sees that he is getting closer and closer to Shen Shi, who is running away from him. In this moment, Shen Shi continuously casts five or six similar weird techniques, which are all blocked by Qian Yi's physical body as if nothing had happened. The physical body of Nun Ning Yuan Jing is strong, which really deserves his reputation.Just chasing, when the distance between the two is less than a Zhang by Qian Yi, and he is about to catch the slippery boy, Qian Yi suddenly feels a burst of depression in his chest, and at the same time, a trace of severe pain comes.

Qian Yi frowned and looked down. He saw that the skin and flesh on his chest were black, even with a strange, moldy green color. In several places around, the skin and flesh also began to rot, but slowly oozing blood. This time, Qian Yi burst into a rage, raised his head and yelled angrily: "the ignorant smelly boy, how dare he use poison!"

Witchcraft and putrefaction.

Witchcraft, blood poison.

Just when Qian Yi roars out and is ready to be rude to Shen Shi, a firelight suddenly lights up in the dark forest ahead, and a fireball rushes towards him.

In the wind and rain, the fireball drew a bright light in the mid air. Around it, the wind and rain became the most prominent existence in the darkness in an instant.

this time, Qian Yi recognized it, which was obviously the most popular fireball among the five elements. Almost everyone in the world of cultivation knew it, but such a first-order five elements method What's the use for a monk like him? Although the fireball seemed to be a little bigger than the fireball technique he had seen in the past.

"There are a lot of magic in it." With a sense of sarcasm, Qian Yi sneered and waved his hand, as if to push away the obnoxious things or drive away the annoying insects, intending to block the fireball to one side.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, the rushing fireball hit his arm.

Qian Yi's body was shocked. He felt that there was a strong rush from the fireball. He stepped back involuntarily, and there was a burning pain in his arm.

This time, Qian Yi's face finally changed color, and he felt that something was wrong. He suddenly lowered his head, only to see the ragged sleeves on his arm, and a piece of burnt black on his skin.

Qian Yi was shocked in his heart. At the same time, he was incredibly shocked. When could these common first-order five elements techniques do harm to monk Ning Yuanjing?

In the past thousands of years, the five elements method suppressed by the realm is useless. Isn't it a common sense that everyone knows in the realm of cultivation? What's going on today?

He suddenly looked up, staring at the front, but found that the running figure, I do not know when it has stopped, in the wind and rain, in the dark, such as the deepest and most vicious ghost, coldly looking at him.

Then Shen Shi waved his hands.

The wind and rain roared, the darkness danced wildly, and on the sky, there was another thunder!

"Dang!" There was a clear sound and a bright light. It was Qian Yi's spirit sword that stood in front of him. At the moment, his face was more dignified. The young man in front of him was really strange, especially the techniques he used could hurt the monk in the Yuan state. This is really unheard of.

A firelight suddenly lights up again, and another fireball rushes over.

As soon as Qian Yijian Jue was introduced, the spirit sword flashed a bright light and cut straight down, and instantly put out the fireball. In front of Ning Yuanjing monk's magic weapon, it was just a first-order five element technique. Even if it was a little more powerful, it was still like a mantis arm blocking a car, which could not be compared.

Qian Yi easily blows the fireball away, and suddenly he is convinced that in the end, the waste of a gas refining realm is just like this. Moreover, these guys cast the five elements method. Because of the failure of Qi sea and elixir field, the spirit power does not gather. The interval between each casting is very long, and the casting speed is quite slow. This is well known. At the moment, he didn't hesitate. With a grim smile, he rubbed himself up, and was about to chop the guy who had caused himself a lot of trouble under the sword.

Just at this moment, maybe even he didn't realize that he had given up the idea of killing Shen Shi, but subconsciously wanted to kill the monk in the refining realm quickly.

However, just when he took the first step, suddenly, a light of earthy yellow suddenly fell. Qian Yi only felt that his body was jerked and his steps were sluggish. It was as if there were ten thousand kilograms of boulders on his body and he was walking hard.

Sink the earth!

This is also a common first-order five element method. Even this method has no power to hurt itself, and can only delay the enemy's actions. But at this moment, Qian Yi's heart was shocked more than before.

What's going on?

Qian Yi stares at the figure hidden in the dark in front of him in shock. Isn't the fireball skill just released? From the fireball skill to the earth sinking skill, it only took a little more than a breath at most. Why? Why is this person's casting speed so fast?

What the hell is going on?

The common sense of this world, especially the world of cultivation, seems to have been overturned in Qian Yi's mind at the moment. All kinds of strange phenomena in front of him make his faint sense of crisis more and more intense.With a loud roar, he would rush to kill the strange young man. As long as he could reach enough distance, Shen shiding would not be lucky.

But the technique of sinking earth held him back. Qian Yi roared angrily, but only took a small step. However, he didn't fall into a panic. This little thing is not enough to make a monk in ningyuanjing despair. Moreover, with the power of those techniques just now, Qian Yi can also estimate the time when the numbness and itching feeling will work on his skin and flesh. This is the reason Sink the earth skill can delay own time, at most also can't exceed three breath.

It's just three breath. After three breath, I can rush to cut the guy into two parts with one sword!

With a roar and a flash of light in the corner of his eyes, he saw a sharp stream of water in the sudden strong wind and heavy rain.

No, it's not rain, it's water archery in the five elements!

And the sharp water arrow was aimed at the softest eyes on his whole body.

Qian Yi shouts out and leans back. At the moment of no need, he narrowly evades this insidious and cunning water archery. At the next moment, his body suddenly loosened, and the limit of the earth sinking skill on him, the monk of Ningyuan realm, was really limited. The short three breath time was fleeting, and he had recovered his original agility.

Qian Yi is overjoyed. His body is swept up in an instant. At the same time, the spirit sword has already urged Gao Fei, and he is about to pounce on Shen Shi.

But at this time, a light of earthy yellow once again shone in Qian Yi's astonished and incredible eyes.

Sink the earth!

His body immediately fell, heavily fell to the ground, and once again fell into the state of heavy pressure.

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning pierced the sky and illuminated the deep forest, and the figure, who had been hiding in the dark, took a step forward for the first time.

Shen Shi's cold and solemn face, which was drenched by rain, had nothing else but cold.

His hands waving, as if never stop, in the wind and rain, with a strange and mysterious rhythm, as if he is picking up the strange power of the world, every wave, there is a wizard burning out; every wave, there is a magic cast out.

Skin erosion, putrefaction, earth sinking, blood poison, fireball, earth sinking, water arrow, rock stab, earth sinking, putrefaction, blood poison, earth sinking

In the wind and rain, he seems to have integrated into this stormy world. Every wave of his hand seems to arouse the sky and the earth, and countless wind and rain flying around him, just like the time before countless ancient years suddenly reappeared in this world.

Without the slightest pause, without a moment's delay, all his will instincts have been completely integrated into these techniques, without any gap. One by one, the techniques rush in like a storm, without any breathing opportunity.

The black air is roaring, the fire is shining, and the sharp and cold water arrows are crisscrossing in the wind and rain. A monk of Ningyuan realm suddenly becomes so embarrassed in front of him in the wind and rain.

Qian Yi roared and manipulated the spirit sword to fight against the surging method. However, the five elements method was too fast and urgent. One by one, although Qian Yi's spirit sword was powerful, it was not long before it was left and right. It was totally unable to stop the terrifying method frenzy.

Maybe he doesn't care about the damage caused by one magic method, and he can still bear the damage caused by two magic methods, but what a terrible scene it was when ten, twenty or more magic methods kept flying at incredible speed and madly hit his body?

Qian Yi couldn't figure out how to do it. How could a monk in the realm of refining Qi have such a fast casting speed? Even if he had talismans, he couldn't reach such a fast state. What's more, talismans are so precious and rare. A monk in the realm of refining Qi usually only has one or two. How could they be so frequent and shocking It's used like a smell.

It seems that the skin and flesh are slowly rotten, and the skin and flesh are slowly growing out of control.

In the face of the strong and tough body of the refining realm, monk Ning Yuan Jing was suddenly collapsing in a slow but incredibly determined way under the crazy and terrible tide of magic.

Has the world gone mad?

What the hell is going on?

Qian Yi roared and roared at the bottom of his heart. At the same time, his body began to shake slowly.

Mingming has the power of Tao and Dharma that far surpasses the opponent. As long as there is a chance for Lingjian to cut him, he can kill him with one sword! However, this opportunity did not appear again after he lost the opportunity carelessly. Innumerable magic methods almost rushed in without any gap, and the unexpected power was enough to cause great threat to him, so he had to control the spirit sword to resist.However, this block, this defense, can no longer stop.

He is just an ordinary disciple under the xuanjian sect. When he reached the initial stage of Ningyuan realm, he got a spirit sword by virtue of his strong strength. Compared with a large number of friars in sanxiu and Qijing, Qian Yi is a superior figure. But among the friars in Ningyuan realm, his strength is still not particularly strong.

But in the face of Shen Shi, he felt strong enough.

He never thought that he would be in such a mess.

What would happen next? Suddenly, there was some fear and fear in his heart. The young man's cold and hateful eyes in front of him, as well as the strange skills flying all over the sky, made him feel a little empty.

This is the first time for him to vaguely realize the pain and fear of those weak people at the critical moment of life and death, and he even has a trace of inexplicable regret in his heart. Maybe, is it careless this time?

He suddenly roared, urged the spirit sword to block away a sinister water arrow mixed in the wind and rain, turned to the way, and strode away.

The wind is fierce and the rain is fierce. It seems that heaven and earth are laughing and shouting, laughing at the ants in the world and the impermanence of the world.

People who are willing to kill tend to be more afraid of death.

In the wind and rain, Shen Shi's face looked pale and his breath was a little short, but his hands were still stable, still waving with the suffocating rhythm, casting one after another, rushing towards Qian Yi with the sea of techniques like storm rain, which was almost never seen in the world.

"Dong!"

A low dull sound suddenly sounded from the foot of Qian Yi who had just run two steps. The sound seemed familiar. Qian Yi suddenly remembered what it was.

Rock sting!

A sharp stone edge suddenly stabs out from the ground. Under the cover of wind and rain, and in Qian Yi's already flustered state of mind, this first-order earth spell, which should never have been concealed, could not do harm to Ning Yuanjing monk, instantly penetrates Qian Yi's calf.

The skin and flesh split, blood flying, Qian Yi a scream, fell to the ground.

The next moment, without waiting for his reaction, suddenly a sharp water arrow from the dark shadow, mixed in endless wind and rain, pierced his right eye.

A heartrending cry suddenly burst out from Qian Yi's mouth, which exceeded his tolerance limit and instantly defeated his will. His eyes were dark, and he couldn't tell whether it was blood or rain. He just bellowed and rolled subconsciously. Then when he thought of something, he just felt another burning heat coming on his face.

Fireball!

The blazing fireball was burning and hit him face to face with a bang!

At this moment, it seems that the original strong body of monk Ning Yuanjing has finally reached the limit. At this moment, it completely collapses.

His nose is broken, his mouth is cracked, and his flesh and blood are blurred. Qian Yi's face has turned into a strange face like blood and flesh. Even his body has been knocked up. The spirit sword, which was originally flying in the air, also fell to the ground and was submerged by dirty sewage.

Shen Shi still didn't stop.

He moves forward step by step, and his spells continue to play one by one. The difference is that he doesn't use the control method of sinking earth, but attacks one by one.

Fireball, water arrow, rock stab, blood poison, putrefaction

The techniques are falling like raindrops on Qian Yi, making him a living target. This is a shocking and inexplicable frenzy of techniques. No one has ever manipulated the five elements techniques in this way for thousands of years.

In this crazy spell frenzy, Qian Yi, who was repeatedly bombed by countless spells and tortured for countless times, was hit by the spell from head to toe, almost everywhere. A monk of Ning yuan realm, who once regarded the friar of Qi refining realm as a waste mole ant, howled, cried, begged for mercy, cursed and cried desperately. Then, in the end, his voice dropped slowly and his body became stiff.

When the last fireball skill also fell on Qian Yi's body, he just rolled the body which was beyond recognition, Shen Shi finally slowly put down his hands.

His body suddenly faltered and seemed to take off some force, but soon he stood still. At the moment, his face was pale, as if all the strength in his body had been exhausted. However, in the still raging wind and rain, he still stood stubbornly and slowly looked up to the sky.

It was windy and heavy, and the rain fell on his face. The forest was dark, leaving only the bleak sound of rain.

I don't know how long later, he suddenly gave a shrill roar to the forest and the seemingly endless darkness:

"ah..."

Finally, the sound of the wind and rain reverberated far away in the forest.

I don't know how long it took for the wind and rain to stop slowly, the dark clouds in the sky cleared away, and some light came through again.A wet figure slowly walked back to the place in the forest. The bodies of the old white monkey and the stone pig were still on the wet ground, and the little black pig did not leave. Even in the storm, it was still guarding the two demons.

Seeing that Shen Shi came back, the little black pig huddled next to the already cold stone pig stood up, shook the water stains on his body, and hummed to Shen Shi.

Shen Shi came over, squatted down and said nothing. He touched little black pig's head with his hand. Little black pig rubbed his palm with his head twice.

Shen Shi turns his head and looks at the old white monkey and the stone pig. He looks at them who were talking with him yesterday, but now they have become two cold corpses, and slowly sits on the ground.

He looked at them like this without saying anything. He watched them for a long time. When it was dark again, he woke up with a start. His body trembled and he stood up slowly.

The corners of his eyes seemed a little wet, but he bit his teeth and did not shed tears. He began to dig in the open space in the forest.

It's not only the human race, but also the demon clan.

Three years in demon world, he not only had these two friends, but also understood some other things.

This earth pit is very big, because there is more than one person lying in it. At this time, little black pig is also very silent. He quietly lies on one side and looks at Shen Shi and the earth pit. Occasionally, he looks at the stone pig and the old white monkey who have been frozen, and then quietly lowers his head.

When it was dark and late at night, with the help of the stars above the sky, Shen Shi dug the pit and dragged the old white monkey and stone pig into it bit by bit.

He knelt on the edge of the pit, his hands scarred, looking at the shadow in the pit, has blurred the two faces, dark as a deep iron curtain will be separated from them forever.

He bit his teeth and lowered his head, but finally he choked.

Tears blurred his eyes, he bit his teeth, did not look away, shaking hands, began to push the soil into the pit. Next to him, little black pig suddenly jumped over and bit his arm sleeve robe.

Shen Shi's movement was delayed for a while, and his voice was trembling. He choked softly: "they are dead, Xiao Hei, they I'm dead. "

Little black pig hesitated for a moment and slowly released his mouth.

Little by little, the soil fell from between the fingers, covering the two familiar bodies, as if also covering the traces of their existence in this world.

When he finally filled the hole, when the land which was slightly like a grave was exposed in front of him, Shen Shi's body trembled and sat down with his back against the grave blankly.

The corner of his eyes turned blankly, but he saw that the wine jar with flower carvings not far away was still dumped beside a big tree. Shen Shi silently reached over to hold the wine jar, and found that there was still a small half of the wine in it.

The strong and mellow flavor of the wine remained unchanged even after a stormy night.

Shen Shi holding the wine jar, suddenly seems to be out of control in general, big drops of tears can no longer endure, from the face down. Then he suddenly raised his head, held the wine jar to his mouth, and drank it. The mellow and strong wine poured into his chest and stomach. It seemed that he unconsciously went back to the time when the old monkey was greedy and happy.

Wine is in the stomach.

Looking back at the grave.

With his back against the grave, Shen Shi's hands relaxed slightly, and the wine jar rolled down on the ground, but there was no more wine left.

Shen Shi suddenly began to laugh. In his drunkenness, he seemed to laugh happily, but it seemed to be inexplicable and deep pain. He patted the grave bag under him with a smile, and then whispered in a voice that only he and the people in the grave could hear:

"good wine, old monkey."

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