"Hahaha, the purifier? You are too proud of me."

Seeing that Qin Yong had already been in the Tao, Fan Xishi said a little relaxed, "I am not a purifier, I am just a psychic Taoist method. I just extracted the three corpses from the red-haired monster and just passed them to you along my sister's vines."

"Three corpses?" Qin Yong covered his head and said in sweat.

The little thing on the back of his neck looked like an old birthday star, and he smiled and said, "Gaga, I am the upper corpse Pengju. If I catch it, I will be dizzy!" Then he asked, "Second brother, third brother, have you all arrived?"

I saw a green toad-like little ghost appeared on Qin Yong's abdomen and said, "Gaga, I am the corpse Peng Ze. If I catch you, I will definitely be lazy to eat!"

On the feet, a bull-shaped ghost also used the horns to wrap Qin Yong's left calf. Although he looked the most fierce, he said tremblingly: "I... I am the lower corpse Peng Zhuang... I was caught by me... I will definitely be lewd..."

Fan Xishi said: "When three corpses stay together, they will suffer hard to be. No matter how strong the purifying messenger is, the unworthy one cup of tea will die suddenly!"

Sure enough, Qin Yong felt deeply troubled, and then he felt hungry and a heat of evil lust appeared all over his body, which was difficult to suppress. He only felt that the muscles and veins in his body collided, and his breath was confused, like thousands of ants and insects biting, and it was extremely painful.

"So, you are killing people invisible, this ghost thing..." Qin Yong was furious and reached out to grab the middle corpse in his abdomen. Unexpectedly, the moment his hand touched the middle corpse, it immediately turned into a golden tadpole-shaped air ball, slid out from his fingers, and attached again to Qin Yong's waist.

Qin Yong grabbed the waist again, and the middle corpse repeated the same position change. He grabbed it, just like a mortal saw a fly flying in front of him, but he had no choice but to use it.

The corpse Peng Ze deliberately laughed provocatively and said, "If you can't catch it, you can't catch it, haha..."

The corpse Peng Ju also said happily: "Why don't you come to catch me? It's not fun at all!"

The lower corpse Peng said bitterly: "Don't catch me...you go and catch them, catch them..."

Suddenly, a vine hit from the left, knocking Qin Yong over to the ground. Fan Ximo said sternly: "This whip is to avenge the disciples of the Eternal Sect you killed!"

Before Qin Yong could stabilize his body, a vine hit him from the right side again. Fan Ximo said: "This whip is to avenge the disciples of the Immortal Sword Temple you killed!"

Qin Yong was beaten back to the left again. Before he could come back to his senses, the vines bounced up from the ground and knocked Qin Yong away from his jaw. Fan Ximo said sternly: "This whip... is to avenge the disciples of the Dragon Slaying Gang you killed."

Qin Yong got up, spitting purple blood on his mouth, and asked with a sinister smile: "Next, are you going to avenge your Qianwu Sect?"

“That’s right!”

I saw that Fan Ximo had used his ten successful powers to swing out the vines and grab Qin Yong's heart!

In an instant, Qin Yong shouted loudly, and his whole body burned like flames. He stretched out his hands to grab the flying vine!

Fan Ximo, who was still full of momentum just now, was immediately stunned. A fireball was quickly passed from Qin Yong's hand along the vines, burning the vines to ashes. The fireball also had internal strength, which shocked Fan Ximo to take a few steps back and coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Fan Xishi stepped forward to support Fan Ximo, her face filled with unstoppable fear, and then shouted at Qin Yong: "Three corpses, three corpses, are you still here?"

Qin Yong reached out and grabbed a handful of burnt black powder from his neck, sprinkled it on the ground, and smiled sinisterly: "What a pity, little girl, this flame is exactly my ability as a monster... I really want to know whether those three poor insects can still laugh when they are dying?"

Seeing this, Fan Xishi stretched out his right hand and wanted to take Qin Yong's three corpses: "Still and tranquil, calm and clear in nature, accumulate all good deeds..."

Qin Yong did not give the other party a chance? With a wave of his hand, a purple cyclone had already rushed to Fan Xishi's waist horizontally, trying to cut it into two sections!

At the critical moment, Fan Ximo transformed into another vine and stepped forward to block it. The cyclone instantly cut off the vine and changed its direction slightly. Although it did not hit hard, it hit the waist of the two people one after another and flew far behind the mountain. It only disappeared after hitting the mountain.

At the same time, seeing the head of the sect was injured, dozens of loyal disciples had surrounded him, blocked in front of the two sisters, and shouted: "Prince, go quickly!"

Fan Ximo covered her waist and shouted, "No, if we escape, we will all die here!" He said to Fan Xishi again, "Go away quickly, go find Leader He and Lord Zhu, tell them the truth, and let them evacuate the Broken Heart Valley quickly!"

Fan Xishi said: "That sister, you..."

"We are here to cover up. If we do our best, we can block Qin Yong for a while!"

"No, how can I..."

While speaking, Qin Yong had already arrived. Qin Yong, who had used the ability of a rebel, was even more powerful. Wherever he got, another group of disciples became the dead souls under his sword.

Fan Ximo had no time to say anything, and with a wave of the vine, he had entangled his sister and pushed her onto the hillside path. Then he opened his firepower and used his last life to fight Qin Yong.

Fan Xishi ran to the mountain with tears while watching the disciples of Qianwu Sect fall down in groups. The last one fell down was Fan Ximo. Then, Qin Yong squatted down.

Fan Xishi didn't dare to look at it anymore. She knew that her sister's heart had become the thing in the belly of the murderer...

Running out of the woods behind the hillside, crossing a flat area, and entering another small-leaf red bean forest. Fan Xishi judged that she had already thrown away Qin Yong, and then she held a tree to rest. At this time, blood was still oozing out of her wound on her waist, and her face was pale. She thought, my sister had exchanged my life for precious time, but can I still drag her body to meet with those two sects?

It doesn’t matter if you die, what’s scary is that more people will die because I can’t pass on the truth!

Thinking of this, Fan Xishi adjusted her breathing again, barely cheered up, and continued to move forward with the pain, and walked several feet away. Finally, she couldn't hold on and fell weakly by a tree.

Fan Xishi felt despair in her heart, looked up at the sky, and said in her heart, "Sister, I'm sorry, I can only walk here. When I come to the underworld later, I will apologize to you..."

Just as she was thinking, Fan Xishi heard a burst of rapid footsteps not far away on the way she came, and her heart suddenly became tight. She wondered if Qin Yong had chased after him, so she turned her head and looked at it gently.

Fortunately, this person was not Qin Yong, but the monk Hua who escaped from his life. When the two sisters fought against Qin Yong, they almost forgot about his existence, but they were not enemies after all, so Fan Xishi felt a sense of hope in her heart, moved upwards, and barely shouted: "Monkey Flower--"

Monk Hua was running quickly. When he got close to him, he immediately fell on Fan Xishi under the tree on the right. When he turned around, he saw that no enemy had followed him. He finally stopped and said in a daze: "Your sister is still alive."

Fan Xishi was so angry that she said: "Monkey Hua, please ask you something... I'm almost out of here. What happened just now? I think you've seen it too... I have to inform the leader... Can you... bear me for a long time..."

Monk Hua said, "Now we are all too busy to take care of ourselves, who can save people? You should ask for blessings on your own. If you really can't do it, just recite Amitabha Buddha. Maybe the Bodhisattva will bless you... Anyway, my 10,000 taels of gold are invalid for that guy, so you have to run away quickly!"

As the purifying messenger, once the purifying force is activated, the foot strength can travel thousands of miles a day, but he is reluctant to extend a little help. Fan Xishi hurriedly said, "Can you have no morality or mercy in your body? Now you and I are the only people who know the truth... If I die, you and you escape again... Who else can you count on in this war?"

Monk Hua said unhappily: "That's your war. I've said it so many times. I'm just here to make money. It just happened that my ability can subdue demons, but that's not my duty... I won't say it anymore, I have to run away soon."

Seeing that Monk Hua looked oily on the soles of her feet, Fan Xishi felt as if she was ashamed. She turned her head aside and said lightly: "Forget it, you should leave..."

Monk Hua was about to leave, but another figure flew down from the tree and shouted, "Wait, I have something to ask you!"

The visitor was Su Sanniang, who came from the Fairy Sword Hall to ask for Pu Zixuan. As soon as he saw Fan Xishi's miserable appearance, he knew that something was wrong and asked, "Miss Fan, what happened?"

When Fan Xishi saw Su Sanniang, she was confused at first, then her face turned warm and she asked, "Feng Yuliang, is it you... Why are you dressed like a woman?"

Su Sanniang spent two years in Guangxi. In addition to the Xianjiantang, she knew her true identity, and in her interactions with various sects, she used the pseudonym Feng Yuliang, and said, "I am a woman, but I have a long story, so I'd better get the important things done. Is there a new purifying messenger in your Qianwu Sect who can summon a spirit like the God of Wealth, ask for money, and if I don't give it, I will turn the person into silver dollars and collect it?"

Monk Hua was worried about whether to answer, but saw Fan Xishi slightly raised his right hand and pointed at him and said, "This person is."

Su Sanniang immediately turned to Monk Hua and said seriously: "This morning, a purifying messenger named Pu Zixuan in my Fairy Sword Hall was accidentally taken away. You should release him soon!"

Monk Hua glanced at Su Sanniang with his eyes squinted. Seeing that his clothes and temperament were all people in the corpse and had no malice, he said, "If I want me to go to the battlefield, I will refuse, but this is a slight effort, it's okay to help."

After saying that, Monk Hua shouted "Ten Thousand Gold Talls". In an instant, in addition to a blue aura on his body, three identical Gods of Wealth appeared side by side on the ground. At the same time, they knocked on the plate in their hands and shouted at Monk Hua in unison: "Ten Thousand Gold Talls! The earth is long and the sky is long! Divide two! The soul and soul are both dead!"

Monk Hua shouted, "It's me that doesn't have eyes!"

The three gods of wealth looked at me, and I looked at you. At the same time, they stopped shouting and bowed to the monk Hua. The scene was so funny that Su Sanniang couldn't help but pull her lips before she could hold back her smile.

Monk Hua asked the three of them: "Who are you this morning? I accidentally took a purifier? I didn't release him quickly!"

The God of Wealth in the middle and right was silent, and the left raised the stick in his hand and said, "It's great to know that he can correct his mistakes!" Then, he tapped the plate with a "date" and pointed his butt at Monk Hua.

There was only a muffled sound, and in a blue light filled with smoke, Pu Zixuan and four taels of silver were sprayed out together. As soon as he hit the ground, he covered his eyes and shouted, "Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow...what is going on?"
Chapter completed!