Xiu Xian: My clone is a giant beast from the wild

Chapter 402 Crazy Woman

When Yun He flew out of the passage, he found that the fight outside was not over yet.

only.

His refining corpse, which was made with Ancestor Ji Huan, had already become dilapidated. If it weren't for the death order he left behind when he left, the refining corpse would have bitten Sang Wu to prevent him from getting away. He and Tianzhi Gu will have more troubles.

As for saying.

Youlan layman had already escaped long ago because his body was destroyed.

Although Taoist Fushan's body was not destroyed, it was still very much the same. Yun He did not find any trace of him when he came out, and he had probably already escaped.

Originally, in this situation, Yunhe thought that everyone would have run away, but when he came out, he found that the Purple-clothed True Monarch was still fighting with Sang Xun and Sang Wan.

Speaking of which, the Purple-clothed True Monarch was indeed powerful. He faced two mid-level fourth-level Yuan clan monks at the same time, and actually fought fiercely to this moment.

But at this time, the Purple-clothed True Monarch was in extremely bad condition. The hand holding the sword kept dripping with red blood. His face was also very pale, but his eyes were still sharp. He showed no intention of flinching when facing the two of them, and even fought. Still full of meaning.

The Purple-clothed True Lord, who was clearly in a precarious position, took action first. The rapier in his hand buzzed, and at the same time, countless sword auras suddenly emerged.

"kill!"

Didn't Sang Wan want to kill her?

Her magical flying sword actually had fine cracks on it, which turned into countless fragments of different sizes and shot out.

"Ah."

Refining the sword into silk!

hum-

On the other hand, Sang Xun and Sang Wan, who were opposite, looked at the Purple-clothed True Monarch with obvious fear and a bit of bad luck.

Facing her sharp edge, the Purple-clothed True Lord smiled again.

The expressions of Sang Wan and Sang Xun changed at the same time.

Sang Wan, who also saw this scene, saw that Ziyi Zhenjun gave up his defense and attacked Sang Xun, so he had to set off immediately to kill Ziyi Zhenjun.

He raised his hand and threw it, and the flying sword in his hand flew out like a silver bolt.

As he spoke, his eyes became more fierce and ferocious.

"With the way she fights, I'm afraid she won't even be able to escape by then."

"No matter what, I will kill this person today!"

Ziyi Zhenjun's eyes were indifferent, but she could also feel her current state. Even after fighting with the two people on the opposite side for a long time, she had gradually figured out their tactics. Seeing this situation, she understood that Sang Wan was lurking again and preparing for a sneak attack. .

"Is this woman crazy?" Sang Wan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

"broken!"

Then kill her!

In her current state, she probably wouldn't have much mana left after using this move.

"She is at the end of her strength." Sang Xun held the ax in his arms and his chest heaved violently. After a pause, he continued:

However, this time the sword thread was transformed from the broken sword, not the sword energy, so it was not so easy to stop.

Blood oozed from the corners of Ziyi Zhenjun's mouth.

ka ka ka-

"Crazy! So crazy!"

And her goal is Sang Xun!
She couldn't run away in this situation, so she simply changed it.

She could actually still chuckle at this moment.

He jerked back wildly, swinging his ax at the same time.

After a few rounds, he no longer knew how to wield an axe.

Her goals are also clear.

And her sword was also very perverted. The weaker she was, the sharper the sword became, making them more uncomfortable.

A self-shattering magic weapon is almost the same as a self-destructing magic weapon. This is definitely a huge harm to her.

Sang Xun shouted low, holding the handle of the ax with both hands, and swung the huge ax vigorously, blocking most of the sword energy from the axe, but kept shooting out sparks and gold and iron. The sound of collision.

Feeling the broken flying sword, Sang Xun looked horrified.

Not only is she in poor condition now, but neither of the two people on the opposite side are in good condition. She is now turning the broken sword into sword thread, which is more powerful than ever.

Those human monks all ran faster than anyone else. They could not tell whether the mission was successful or not, but as long as they killed this woman, it would be regarded as a meritorious service.

This woman is really desperate!

Under Sang Xun's protection, Sang Wan's body quietly disappeared into the black mist.

"I'm standing in the way, but you kill her!"

But even so, she still drove all the flying sword fragments to fly towards Sang Xun.

It was obvious that the woman opposite them was in a much worse condition than them, but she was getting crazier and crazier as they fought.

puff-

Countless lines of blood shot out from Sang Xun's body, and his flesh and blood were instantly crushed into powder.

But Sang Wan also came to Sang Wan.

In her eyes.

Only True Lord Ziyi gave up resistance.

"Crazy bitch."

suddenly.

A helpless voice reached her ears.

next second.

A small earth-colored shield suddenly appeared, blocking Sang Wan's dagger.

boom! !

A dull sound.

"Fourth-level high-quality magic weapon!"

Sang Wan exclaimed.

Immediately after seeing a golden sword light coming, Sang Wan quickly raised her dagger to block it.

Clang! !

Immediately afterwards, the cold air came, and Sang Wan had to get out of the way.

Yun He, on the other hand, fluttered his ice phoenix wings and flew by in the blink of an eye, leading the Purple-clothed True Monarch to flee the hall directly.

"Lingya is dead, your 'Elder Hua' killed him."

Leaving these words behind, he ran away quickly without looking back.

Hear this.

Sang Wan quickly stopped her movements, her face full of disbelief. After taking a look at the direction Yun He and the two were fleeing, she turned around and rushed towards the passage.

Along with it, there was Sang Wu who finally defeated the corpse refining, and Sang Xun whose body dissipated and only the weak soul infant remained.

"Crazy woman."

Looking down at the extremely weak Ziyi Zhenjun in his arms, Yun He's mouth twitched.

If it weren't for Wuxiang Sword Lord's sake, and Sang Wan and Sang Xun were in bad condition, he wouldn't have saved people.

"How's it going?"

The Purple-clothed True Monarch was not completely unconscious. When she saw Yun He who was just her, she asked in a weak voice.

Can she really not escape like the layman Youlan and Taoist Fushan?
Naturally not.

But if she leaves, then Yun He will have to face all the Yuan clan monks. Not only will their mission be unable to be completed, but Yun He will also find it difficult to survive.

It was her self-recognized responsibility to hold down two mid-level fourth-level Abyss monks without leaving.

"It's okay." Yun He replied calmly. Human monks are scheming, sweet-talking and sword-wielding. This is what many foreign races think of the human race. In fact, this is indeed the case.

But there are no absolutes. There will always be a few "upright and upright" people among human monks, and True Monarch Ziyi is such a person.

Yun He couldn't become such a person, but that didn't stop him from admiring such people.

But.

Admiration is admiration.

He saved True Lord Ziyi's life, so Lord Wuxiang Sword had to express his gratitude to some extent, right?

He is very interested in the Wuxiang Sword Sect's 'No Phase Sword Formation'.

'Wait, where is the old monster Huangsha? '

suddenly.

Yunhe remembered that there were not only the four of them on this trip, but also an old monster from Huangsha.

I just don't know if he is really chasing another Yuan clan, or if he is hiding somewhere to avoid this matter.

But even if he hides from this matter, no one can say anything to him. After all, he did deal with a Yuan clan monk.

‘That’s all. ’

Yun He shook his head secretly.

As long as the old monster Huangsha doesn't come to trouble him, and he doesn't want to provoke Fengdu City again, it's best to completely expose Xiao Wuxian's matter, and everything will be fine.

Without stopping along the way, Yunhe drove Bingfengchi to escape from the secret realm of Cangmo Mountain.

When leaving the secret realm, he was still cautious, fearing that the Yuan clan monks would ambush outside, so although his spiritual consciousness did not scan any Yuan clan monks after leaving, he still used a 'Cloud Escape Talisman'.

He did not leave in the same direction, but chose a direction where the scale of the war was relatively small.

Fortunately.

He ran fast enough that no one caught up with him.

After escaping from the Demon Realm, Yun He summoned Hanyin Jiao and three other dragons, got on the purple-patterned windmill, and prepared to return to Taixuan City to "collect debts" from Lord Wuxiang Sword.

After entering the current territory of the human race, he received a message from Baixiao Tower, which informed him in detail about the battle situation between the human monks and the Yuan clan in the past few days.

The current situation is relatively optimistic for the human monks. Even if they deal with the Yuan Clan and the Hai Clan with one against two, the human monks are not at a disadvantage.

You must know that this can only be regarded as the early stage of the outbreak of the racial war. Although the power of the human monks has been integrated, it is far from the level of fully integrating the power of the entire human race.

In this way, one clan can fight against two clans, which shows how powerful the human monks are.

Of course, it is almost impossible to completely integrate the entire human race monks like the Yuan Clan and the Sea Clan.

Unless an old monster who transforms into a god comes out to take charge of the overall situation, under the pressure of the old monster who transforms into a god, there may be some hope.

But in the "lower realm" such as the Eastern Realm of Immortal Cultivation, the god-transforming monks have actually exceeded the tolerance of this realm and are rejected by the "lower realm".

Therefore, every incarnation monk who takes action will inevitably suffer a certain degree of backlash, either losing his cultivation or losing his longevity. He is an existence that will never take action if he can't.

As long as the human race is not truly exterminated, it is impossible for them to take action unless it is for a certain purpose of their own.

Even if humans are exterminated, they won't care much.

For those hidden incarnation monks, there is nothing more important than breaking the shackles of this world and ascending to the fairy world.

Without the ability to transform into gods, even if the Taixuan Zhengyi Sect and Black River Valley were the two leaders of the good and evil, they would not be enough to defeat the entire human race of monks.

This is what the Yuan Clan and the Hai Clan value.

Most human monks are selfish and scheming, and are far less united than alien races.

In fact, whether it is the Yuan Clan or the Sea Clan, part of their goals have been achieved.

It is impossible to completely wipe out the entire human race, but they have now successfully occupied the territory that originally belonged to the various sects in the Eastern Immortal Cultivation World, and have gained a large number of channels to obtain resources.

That's enough.

Therefore, this war is destined to be a protracted war.

“I just don’t know what’s going on over there on Bikong Island.”

Yun He, who was sitting in the windmill with purple patterns in the rain, put away the jade toad and murmured.

"Well"

At this time, the Purple-clothed True Monarch, who was lying on the side of the purple-patterned windmill, murmured and faintly woke up.

"Friend Ziyi."

Seeing the purple-clothed True Monarch opening his eyes and flashing a slightly dazed look, Yun He shouted with a smile.

"Yun, fellow Taoist Yun."

The Purple-clothed True Monarch had previously fought fiercely with two mid-level fourth-level monks from the Yuan Clan. Her veil had long since disappeared, revealing her face.

Speaking of which, the Purple-clothed True Monarch is not actually very beautiful. He can only be regarded as having an average appearance. Yun He has seen many female cultivators who are prettier than her.

But Ziyi Zhenjun has a temperament that no one else has, like a sword, pure and sharp.

But now, her temperament has changed slightly, revealing the innocence of a girl from the Ling family, and a bit of shyness, which really has a charm.

There was a scarlet color on the snow-white face, and under Yun He's unscrupulous gaze, the scarlet color became more and more vivid.

"Many, many thanks to fellow Taoist Yun for saving my life."

The Purple-clothed True Monarch, who felt somewhat uncomfortable being looked at by Yun He, still bowed seriously and thanked him very sincerely.

Yun He looked away with a smile, waved his hand and said:

"This is Yun Mou's effort. If the purple-clothed Taoist friend had not seriously injured the two Yuan clan monks, Yun Mou would definitely not dare to do this."

He spoke very directly, which did not surprise Ziyi Zhenjun.

"I still have to thank fellow Taoist Yun."

True Lord Ziyi also gradually recovered from the initial discomfort, and once again became the female swordsman of the Wuxiang Sword Sect that Yun He knew.

However, Ziyi Zhenjun's expression was still a bit complicated.

She has never left the main hall, so she knows things relatively clearly.

At that time, Taoist Master Fushan was seriously injured and escaped from the passage but did not avoid her. He should have even informed her that the straight trip to the secret realm had failed and fled quickly.

But later she learned from Yun He that the mission was completed.

What does this mean?
It means that Yun He has accomplished what Taoist Fushan, who is a middle-stage Nascent Soul monk of the Taixuan Zheng sect, could not accomplish.

Even though she had known for a long time that Yun He was not an ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, she regarded Yun He as a being of the same level, but she still couldn't help but be surprised by this.

Yun He naturally also knew what Purple Clothes True Monarch was saying his second thank you for, and he said casually:

"Yun is just lucky."

True Lord Ziyi smiled and didn't care much about Yun He's "perfunctory", but felt that his efforts were worth it.

Her face suddenly turned pale, and after her body swayed slightly, she slumped back again.

Yun He frowned, brushed his storage bag, took out two recovery pills and handed them over.

"The act of self-destructing the magic weapon of one's own life, the Taoist friend in purple, really makes Yun Mou admire him."

With that said, he took out a small brocade bag and handed it over.

"Time was short, Yun only collected these."

Among them, there are all fragments of Ziyi Zhenjun's sword.

This really surprised the Purple-clothed True Monarch. He quickly took the brocade bag, felt the familiar atmosphere in it, took a deep breath, and said sincerely to Yun He again:

"Thank you."

Before he finished speaking, Yun He stretched out his hand to stop him, and said half-jokingly: "Fellow Taoist, don't thank me anymore. If you really want to thank me, let Taoist Wuxiang do it."

Hearing this, the Purple-clothed True Monarch was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said extremely seriously:

"Zi Yi understands."

Yun He originally just said it as a joke, but he didn't know that Zhenjun Ziyi took it seriously.

So when he returned to Taixuan City, Wuxiang Sword Master came to visit.

(End of this chapter)