Eight days passed by accident.

If it were in the past, for the man in black robe, it was just a flash of his fingers.

But he lived like a hundred years in these eight days.

God knows how he deals with four or five Jindan cultivators with similar cultivation levels as him alone.

All of this is because he is too rich.

Except for Hua Xiang who still wanted to kill Hua Xiaomi, everyone's eyes were touching his storage bag and the storage belt around his waist.

And it seems that because they are too busy, they have attracted a lot of people.

There are many people on the other side, and if they can't hold on, they can stop and rest. He is alone, almost sleepless.

Fortunately, there are also mandrills and a few zombies to help.

When he broke the water-colored clock on Hua Xiang's body, Zhaocai Jinbao hit a flame without hesitation, and the zombie stretched out his claws and smashed his heart.

The charred land was dyed red, the smell of burnt covered the smell of blood, the corpses were everywhere, and the limbs and bones were flying around, like a purgatory on earth.

The man in black robe squatted on the ground, panting, "I'm so tired. Xiaohua has to thank me when you wake up. At least one meal is not enough. You have to have another ten or eight meals to do it."

He kept talking about it, and it was obvious that he was so tired that he couldn't even get tired of his waist after a fight, but he still couldn't block his mouth.

There, the mandrill green-haired turtle and a few zombies lined up, all facing away from him, covering their ears with their hands, and brushing them together.

After talking for a while, he seemed to have a dry mouth and searched everywhere, "Is there any water? Come and drink bottles of wine to moisten your throat."

Unfortunately, there were a lot of treasures in his storage belt, but there was no wine.

He found Hua Xiaomi's gray storage bag and poked the mandrill's red butt: "Hey, Zhaocai Jinbao, do you know how to open it?"

The storage bag is usually covered by the owner's spiritual consciousness. If you want to open it, you will erase its spiritual consciousness.

The man in the black robe aims to find wine, and does not intend to hurt Hua Xiaomi.

"If you don't speak, you will naturally be no longer thirsty. It's better to meditate and restore your spiritual energy."

Faced with the contempt of the mandrill, the man in black robe looked aggrieved and heartbroken: "Get wealth and treasure, what about the indestructible friendship we have established before? How can you say that to me?!"

Zhaocai Jinbao ignored him, but instead jumped to Hua Xiaomi, squatted down slowly, and shouted anxiously: "Wow..."

But Hua Xiaomi changed into a five-hearted posture at this time, with her peaceful face tightly clasped, as if she had encountered something painful.

"Cough...what, what's wrong with Xiaohua? A few days have passed, and the disaster has not been over yet? I'm hungry!"

The green-haired turtle rushed forward, poked Hua Xiaomi's face with little claws, flipped her eyelids, and for a while, he suddenly shouted: "I've been killed!"

The shout also scared the rest of the people, and then watched it float in the air, kicking its calves, "This is amazing. Do you know how terrible this inner demon disaster is?"

No one answered, and good luck came and scratched his head, "I'm afraid it's rare to see it for thousands of years. The inner demons and love disasters have been destroyed by many amazing people since ancient times.

It's over. I see that Hua Xiaomi is dead this time, so I can just beat her to a coffin and collect the body——"

Before he finished speaking, good luck came and Zhaocai Jinbao hit the ground with one claw and stepped on it twice.

"Shut up if you can't speak!"

Then it squatted on its butt, and the whole mandrill sat down on the ground, looking sad, murmured on its mouth, and tears started to fall.

"Well... I dare to ask how sacred this brother Turtle is. He has such extraordinary experience. I wonder if there is any way to save Xiaohua?"

When the man in black robe saw Zhaocai Jinbao's expression, he couldn't help but become serious.

As a former Mahayana monk, he has been repeatedly ignored and is very dissatisfied with good luck.

However, seeing the man in black robe so tactful, it first praised how powerful he was before, and then frowned with a turtle eyebrows and pointed to the gray storage bag that was thrown on the ground and said:

"There is a soul-retaining fragrance in it. If you want to save Hua Xiaomi, you can burn the fragrance into your dreams.

But - none of us can open the storage bag, Hua Xiaomi is dead!"

If the spiritual consciousness on the storage bag is forcibly erased, Hua Xiaomi will definitely be injured. If she escapes from the inner demon calamity, the least she will lose all her cultivation, and the worst she will be confused about the sea of ​​consciousness and become a fool.

If you are lost in the inner demon calamity from now on, it will be even more complete and you will never wake up again.

From this point of view, saving Hua Xiaomi seems to have become a paradox.

However, at this moment, a thick and powerful hand stretched out from behind everyone.

With slender fingers and clear nails, I picked up Hua Xiaomi's storage bag, gently opened the bag, and took out the only remaining soul fragrance inside.

The man in black robe took several steps back, with a subtle face, and was alert to the master who stared at his big hand - the "puppet" man he gave to the ghost cultivator.

"Haha, this guy is very elusive."

He was beating haha, but the expression of the "puppet" man remained unchanged and he threw the Liuhunxiang at the other party casually.

The man in black robe caught it in a hurry, held it in his slightly wet palm, and asked for good luck, "Dare you ask what to do next?"

Good luck comes to lift his claws and point to the sky: "Ask the moon, burn incense, and enter a dream."

The man in black robe looked up along the other party's claws and was stunned. He always said that several days had passed, but it seemed that the day had never been dawn.

That is to say, since Hua Xiaomi passed the tribulation, the moon in the sky has been hanging on it all the time, all night and no day.

Looking closely, a thin layer of smoke and clouds cage the moon, like a cloud of fog, which is hard to clear.

According to the command of good luck, the man in black robe meditated and absorbed the moonlight, and used the moonlight to ignite the soul-retaining fragrance. Finally, everything was done.

He stood in front of Hua Xiaomi, quietly looked at the other party's peaceful face, took off his black robe and hat, revealing the handsome face that belonged to Cheng Baiyi.

This time, he didn't talk much, his eyes were full of seriousness, and he whispered: "Xiaohua, you helped me last time, and I will save you this time."

As his voice became smaller and smaller, his figure became fainter, with hazy moonlight and faint fragrance. Who was going through whose disaster?

Seeing Cheng Baiyi's figure disappear, Zhaocai and Jinbao squatted in front of Hua Xiaomi while guarding her, Huang Youyou's eyes were full of worries.

Good luck came and said disdainfully: "If she wants to die, it will be useless for you to stay here." As he said that, it flew to the "puppet" man to study.

It's really strange that I can still find it myself after being sent away? But this puppet is obviously not alone.

Compared to Hua Xiaomi's safety, he is more interested in this man.

After all, former Mahayana monks lived for countless years and experienced many life and death. Although they were worried about Hua Xiaomi, they would not show it to the surface.

But the next moment, its face changed.

"You...why did you wake up?"

But Hua Xiaomi's eyes were bright, she stretched her waist and stood up, very dissatisfied with the look of good luck that she looked like seeing ghosts.

"Nonsense, I've completed the tribulation. Can't I have to sleep for another one or two hundred years if I don't wake up? What are you looking behind me? There's no ghost."

Good luck looked behind her, as if she was looking for someone, her face getting ugly.

"Hey, what are you looking for? I warn you not to show me tricks!"

Good luck came with a sad face. Before he could say anything, Zhaocai Jinbao spoke first: "Cheng, man in black robe, Cheng Baiyi!"

"What the hell?"
Chapter completed!