It would be nice if she could take Luo Yu out, save them again?Who knows that even the two of them will die here?Risking death to rescue a few unrelated Jindan monks?She is not so kind yet.

"Since it's here, stay here!"

The skinny yin old man said insidiously, only to see his voice fall, the blood-clothed female ghost who was originally floating behind him whispered in a low voice.

"Come on...Come on...Stay...Stay..."

The blood cloak came in mid-air, and came towards Feng Jiu and Luo Yu with a whistle. The voice was soft and weird, with a faintly cold breath.

Feng Jiu noticed that Luo Yu, who had been picked up by her, began to lose consciousness again after hearing the somewhat controlling voice. At that moment, she stretched out her hand and patted his back on the head, cursing: "Fat What a daze? If you stay in a daze, stay with her!"

"Hiss!"

As soon as it hurts, Luo Yu woke up again. Seeing that he had almost lost his consciousness again, he couldn't help but be afraid for a while: "Master, this is too ghostly, I can't hear her voice!"

He didn't want it either, but for some reason, as soon as he heard the soft voice, he forgot where he was. The whole brain was also dizzy, and his consciousness was not controlled at all.

"That's a ghost cultivation with a bit of cultivation. The strength is equivalent to the foundation building period of the immortal cultivator. Of course you can't stand it with your strength."

She said irritably, and tossed him a bottle and said: "Cover your mouth and nose with this medicine. After inhaling it, your brain can be in a state of excitement and will not be easily controlled."

As soon as the voice fell, she pushed away his hand and moved, a cold-lighted Qingfeng sword appeared in her hand with a thud, and under her swift movement, accompanied by the fierce sword-gang spirit towards the bloody suit The female ghost stabbed.

Seeing this, Luo Yu quickly opened it and smelled it, only to find that the pungent smell was uncomfortable, but it was undeniable that the whole person was as excited as a chicken blood after just inhaling a little. He thought of a way and tore off his shirt. After pouring some of the medicine on it, he tied up his mouth and nose, put away the medicine bottle and took out the sword to try to cut through the barrier.

"Qingfeng Sword!"

The four Golden Core cultivators were shocked when they recognized the Qingfeng Sword. They did not expect to see this long-lost ancient divine sword in this place, and they did not expect that the person holding the sword would be one of them. A little girl who is fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Hahaha... I didn't expect to see the ancient god sword Qingfeng in this place, so I really want to help me, hahahahaha!"

The skinny evil old man sitting cross-legged raised his head and laughed. The visible coercion swayed out with his laughter. He watched the sky getting deeper and deeper, and the excitement in his eyes became more and more intense.

As soon as midnight arrives, he is done!

The sword that Luo Yu slashed towards the enchantment was bounced back, as if he had encountered some protection. The attack could not break the enchantment, so he could only grit his teeth and turn around to join the battle between Feng Jiu and the blood-clothed female ghost, and asked anxiously: "Master, what should I do if I can't break the barrier?"

"That's the barrier under the old monster at Jindan Peak. It's strange if you can break it."

She snorted coldly, staring half-squinted sharply at the female ghost in blood that was attacked from above after avoiding the Qingfeng sword. She stroked her finger on the blade, and a drop of blood fell on the sword. Wiping away the fingertips, I saw a flash of blood and sword energy...