"Heiyan!" Zhao Shengnan's mind turned quickly, and when he saw Jing Yao greeting him and going north directly, he must have found something.

She knew that there was too much difference between Jing Yao in her cultivation, but her wisdom had been experienced for many years, and her reaction made up for the shortcomings in her cultivation: "Gather all the staff to prepare for battle." ”

Hei Yan was not slow to react, he nodded hurriedly when he heard the words, took out his howl and blew it violently, like a roaring goshawk, which resounded all over the four fields, and the monk who was cultivating was immediately in good spirits.

The monks who followed Jing Yao on the expedition did not belong to Penglai Island, but hundreds of elite disciples of the Sword Sect.

Jing Yao selected a group to travel with her, in order to experience, no matter how delicate the flowers in the greenhouse are, they can't help the baptism of the rainstorm, the eight hundred disciples of the Sword Sect have been well protected by Jing Yao and Lin Tianxing, and it is time to come out and try the results of a hundred years of refinement.

One hundred and ten years ago, the disciples of the Sword Sect regarded Lin Tianxing as a spiritual idol, although the Sword Sect was weak, Lin Tianxing alone could carry the beam of the younger generation.

What Confucianism and Buddhism are comparable to, the comprehensive power is a little worse, but one Lin Tianxing has smoothed out all the horizontal ditches.

Now, the spiritual idol of the disciples of the Sword Sect has been replaced by Jing Yao.

In their opinion, no matter how strong Senior Brother Lin is, but in the face of Senior Sister Jing Yao, he still doesn't want to avoid her edge? Knowing that Jing Yao is going to select a hundred disciples to travel with her, the eight hundred disciples want to join the team and see for themselves how Jing Yao's cultivation is earth-shattering.

Witnessing the real powerhouse, they aroused more upward perseverance, a sword light cold six thousand miles, the ghost clan was terrified, and the unattainable monk of the catastrophe could only wait to be killed in the face of the power of a sword!

This is the pride of the Sword Sect, usually a sect has such a spiritual leader, and the morale of the entire sect is as indestructible as thunder, not to mention that there are two Sword Sects! Some people even feel that today's Sword Sect Shuangjiao is better than the three masters of the Sword Sect, the ancestor of the Sword Sect 100,000 years ago.

Cabbage, Lu Ang, Chu Yu, Hei Yan, play the role of deputy, due to personality differences, it is Lu Ang and Hei Yan who follow Jing Yao to kill the Quartet, Cabbage and Chu Yu are equivalent to logistics assistants, a team only needs Jing Yao to stretch out his hand, and no matter whether they have fought or not, they will always rush forward bravely towards the enemy.

......

A black and white halo was cast around Jing Yao, blocking the impact of the rain, looking at the black thunder and lightning flashing in the sky, he couldn't help frowning, this is not a naturally formed thunderbolt, but someone deliberately manipulated it, and the location where each thunderbolt hit was a hill not far ahead.

The reason why she was riding a horse was because she noticed the aura of the ghost monks, and the thunder and lightning in the sky were like road signs, for fear that Jing Yao would not be able to find a place.

It's not that Jing Yao is boasting, and now the ghost monks who dare to face her face each other may only be the old patriarch of the ghost clan who has never met her, and the other ghost monks will run when they see it, regardless of their cultivation, and few of them will take the initiative to send them to the door.

With a candidate in mind, Jing Yao smiled faintly, waved his whip in the air, and the frightened Wind Saint Cloud Ju rushed away according to the target.

The rainstorm is getting heavier and heavier, like a basin of water splashed down directly, like a waterfall, a familiar figure appears under the waterfall, she is the same as Jing Yao, her whole body is not dripping, no matter how angry the rain is, she just stares directly at the dark clouds.

Jing Yao turned over and dismounted.

He casually looked around, nodded and smiled: "Old ghost, how are you doing? The old patriarch of your ghost clan really trusts you, and if you come to me alone, aren't you afraid that I will turn you against me?"

Wei Ju laughed dryly, in front of others, she could still show a proud posture that was unbearable in front of others, facing Jing Yao, she directly changed back to her previous face, bowed slightly and said, "The girl has always been good?"

Jing Yao waved her hand and said, "Don't talk about it, tell me what you mean." ”

Wei Ju rubbed his hands, the folds on his face turned into a ball, and suddenly turned into black smoke and pressed towards Jing Yao, just as a thunderbolt slashed, the smoke and thunder boiled, and he attacked Jing Yao fiercely.

Black smoke, thunder and lightning!...... With a harmonious and natural charm, in response to this panicked blow, Jing Yao smiled faintly, suddenly disappeared, thunder and smoke swept the mountain peak dozens of zhang high, click, the mountain peak collapsed, the old ghost was waiting to find Jing Yao's figure, but felt a gravity pressing on his body.

Twisting his body to look at it, Wei Ju smiled bitterly, how similar this is to the picture back then, this girl was also stepping on her backbone like this back then, and the memory was replayed, and then Wei Ju's face changed, and the borrowed thunder and lightning power was actually pulled out by Jing Yao like a cocoon, and thrown into the air.

Another thunderbolt flashed, and the two thunderbolts collided together, deafening, and Wei Ju was terrified.

Her current cultivation is not weak in any decoration in the world, even if she is not weak compared to Lin Tianxing and others, winning or losing should be a matter of luck, but she can't capture Jing Yao's figure at all, and the borrowed power is taken away without much effort, what kind of height has this girl grown......

Wei Ju thought even more that if he hadn't had a relationship before, maybe he would have really become a lonely ghost now.

"It's not unjust to die. ”

Jing Yao smiled and said, "I think so too." ”

Wei Ju laughed dumbly, almost forgetting the girl's personality, and discussed: "That...... Can you let me down?"

She is still a cloud of smoke now, and she can't do it if she wants to turn into a human body, because Jing Yao is stepping on her back, if Jing Yao is willing, Wei Ju can only keep this form forever.

Jing Yao floated to the ground, watched Wei Ju transform into a human form, and said, "That day...... Thank you very much. ”

Which day?

This is full of smoke and smoke, Wei Ju thought about it for a while and understood, Jing Yao was talking about the incident of going deep into the Yu Clan's residence with Lin Tianxing to rescue Huang Xiufeng a year ago, Wei Ju saw through it and didn't say it, and intended to let him go, not saying anything, not mentioning the other, but in his heart, he was like a mirror.

Jing Yao knew very well that if it weren't for the old ghost raising his noble hand, there would be a fierce battle that day, and he might not be able to survive from the palace, let alone save people, an old ghost could match Lin Tianxing, and other monks were pestering him, maybe she and Lin Tianxing could barely fight their way out of the encirclement, and Huang Xiufeng would definitely not be able to escape.

Wei Ju smiled: "You don't ask me why I became a member of the You Clan?"

"Because you belong to the Phantom Clan. ”

"I can't hide it from you. Wei Ju smiled and said: "The Yaoguang Banshee is not a Yaoguang Banshee, she has insight into opportunities everywhere, and in terms of cultivation, millions of years have been going back for millions of years, and I am afraid that no one will be on par with you." ”

"Hmm. Jing Yao nodded: "Lonely as snow on the cultivation road......"

Wei Ju blinked, she suddenly felt tired of communicating with such an old person, and straightened her robe and looked at Jing Yao: "The same sentence, others say it with great style, but you can say it...... Forget it, when I didn't say it. ”