"Qiuhan." Meng Wenxuan's elegant face was full of green and redness, and his body was full of cultivation, and he poured towards Shitai without reservation.

The same thick spiritual power surged out of Xu Qiuhan and met Meng Wenxuan's spiritual power. The warm spring blinked in the cold winter, and the coldest spiritual power suddenly gained the upper hand.

Meng Wenxuan's spiritual power was unable to improve, and he couldn't help but feel hysterical. Xu Qiuhan was not as good as him a few months ago, and he was better than him in a blink of an eye.

Meng Wenxuan could not move Xu Qiuhan, so he stared at Ye Xuan with red eyes and shouted wildly: "Ye Xuan, you will disappear within three breaths, otherwise I, Meng, will you be worse than death."

Ye Xuan frowned and his eyes turned cold. He did not owe this middle-aged scholar, but the other party had cheated him, which almost ruined his cultivation and was confused.

"Do your best to drive away this fly." Xu Qiuhan's voice transmission came into Ye Xuan's mind.

Ye Xuan was stunned. Whether it was Meng Wenxuan or the crazy woman Xu Qiuhan, neither of them was good things and wanted his life.

With this hesitation, Ye Xuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he was pinched in his hand by an invisible big hand. Without thinking too much, it must be Xu Qiuhan's actions.

"Okay, I'll help you." Ye Xuan put his heart on his mind and hugged Xu Qiuhan's soft waist in front of Meng Wenxuan.

The big hand slowly moved downward, pressed down along the back waist, and pressed it on the plump and perky place. Ye Xuan simply broke the jar and gave it a provocative smile at Meng Wenxuan. He put his big hand on it, and used it in a fancy way.

"I'm going to kill you." Meng Wenxuan roared and rushed over like a crazy beast.

But before he could take two steps, the cold spiritual power swept over, making it difficult for him to make progress.

The elegance on Meng Wenxuan's face disappeared, and turned into a ferocious and terrifying look. His eyes at Xu Qiuhan were no longer gentle, but unconcealed possessiveness, and even a hint of disgust.

Xu Qiuhan in his heart was like a perfect painting. Now, if a dog like shit is stained with this painting, then she will no longer be perfect and will only be worthy of being reduced to a furnace.

"You finally revealed your true colors." Xu Qiuhan's plain voice was suitable for sounding. Her expression was natural, as if Ye Xuan's hand was not ravaging her, but just the body she controlled.

Meng Wenxuan felt uncomfortable, Ye Xuan was happy, and his hands were even more rude. It was at this moment that the evil evil spirits, mixed with cold spiritual power, poured into his body together, and the source was Xu Qiuhan in his arms.

"You, what do you mean?" Ye Xuan's whole body was frozen and he couldn't even move his fingers.

On Ye Xuan's stiff face, his eyes turned rapidly, and he immediately knew Xu Qiuhan's purpose. It was just a bystander that Meng Wenxuan was just a matter of his own. The real purpose was still Ye Xuan.

Misha Ice Evil, one of the seventy-two Earthly Evils, was infused with a large amount of infusion, and the blood dragon fire was difficult to resist. The close contact and spiritual power invaded, the secrets in Ye Xuan's body were immediately exposed to Xu Qiuhan's spiritual consciousness.

"Finished." Xu Qiuhan smiled charmingly, and was completely different from the coldest thing in the past.

She faced Meng Wenxuan not far away, smiled sweetly, then turned her head, and her red lips were printed on Ye Xuan's mouth. The two of them immediately connected, and she found the fire tree and hoarfrost flowers in Ye Xuan's body.

In the meridians, spiritual power woven with ice and fire flows, and the spiritual power follows a certain trajectory and is extremely mysterious.

Ice and fire are not opposed, but have formed some strange balance. In Ye Xuan's body, shadows of trees are faintly condensed, and exactly seven trees are corresponding to Ye Xuan's current cultivation level of the seventh level of Qi training.

"The seventh level of Qi training has a strong spiritual power, comparable to the twelve level of Qi training. I am very curious about your inheritance. How to send one to someone?" Xu Qiuhan's spiritual consciousness sentiment once again appeared in Ye Xuan's mind.

Not far away, Meng Wenxuan's eyes were about to break, watching the two of them hugging each other, mouth to mouth, and breath merged into one.

Meng Wenxuan's expression was distorted, and he looked at Xu Qiuhan with more disgust, and kept murmuring: "Die, die, die, die, must die."

Far ahead of Baiwu, the formation roared. Among the hundreds of powerful people in the out-of-body realm, there were two old men. They were elders of the inner sect of Yinsha Sect. The two men glanced at the white fog behind them, and the white fog covered their eyes, but they could not escape their spiritual consciousness.

"Wenxuan, why bother?" An inner sect elder shook his head. If he hadn't been his uncle, he would have no doubt that Xu Qiuhan would have killed Meng Wenxuan.

A hundred out-of-body powerhouses joined forces, and the magic weapon lights were shining back and forth. Not long after, a loud bang came from the formation. The earth and rocks collapsed at the contact point of the formation and the ground. The rumbling sounded violently, and the formation was about to break.

Ye Xuan's body trembled, his limbs twitched, his body was unable to move, his eyes widened, and the unimaginable severe pain invaded his whole body, no less than cramps and bone pulling.

Xu Qiuhan peeled off the fire tree and hoarfrost flowers from his body, not only peeling off the spiritual power of ice and fire, but also stripping them together with ten spiritual power meridians.

"Xiao Xuanzi, Xuan Xuan run quickly. Ye Xuan, you are not obedient again. Let me not pull off your dog's ears." In the white mist, the girl was riding on the black dog, constantly tearing the black dog's ears.

She suffered a loss at Ye Xuan's hands, but she couldn't beat Ye Xuan, so she changed Xiao Hei's name. Yan Qiuxue rode a dog and just approached here, the black dog whimpered, and did not dare to move forward anymore, so she lay down on the spot.

"Huh." Yan Qiuxue covered her lips with her bare hands and almost exclaimed in surprise. Her big eyes blinked, and her eyes fell to the stone platform not far away. Two tiny reds quickly climbed up on her pretty face.

"Xiao Xuanzi, you are so shameless, you are shameless..." Yan Qiuxue stepped out, stepped on the black dog's head, poked the black dog's jade finger, and scolded him.

Ye Xuan heard Yan Qiuxue's voice and had no time to take care of it. The cold spiritual power, like a wave, surged out of Xu Qiuhan in his arms, wrapping his whole body inside.

The traces of Yin and Evil Qi followed the position where the two people's lips were connected, and like the venom of a poisonous snake, drilled into his mouth and invaded his meridians.

"Boom..." Accompanied by a loud noise, the formation ahead broke through, revealing one of the mountain roads. The mountain roads extended inward from the entrance of the valley, leading to the depths of the valley covered by white mist.

Behind the white mist, a large number of monks rushed to the scene, and they also heard the movement of the formation breaking open. At the same time, a large number of beasts roars came from the valley ahead, and the ground was shaking, as if countless ferocious beasts were rushing towards them.

"Roar." Dozens or hundreds or even more huge beast shadows rushed out of the white mist, and the roar made the rocks on both sides fall.

One hundred, two hundred, more than two hundred and fifty monsters, all of which are out of the body level. These monsters have agile eyes, all of which are full of spirituality, and are overwhelming with the power of rolling spiritual power.

They absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, swallow the essence of the sun and the moon, and have the help of demon cultivators given by the Holy Mother. In terms of body shape and strength, they are far from comparable to ordinary Qi training monsters.

Xu Qiuhan's bright and spring-like face turned cold. Many young monks of Qi training rushed over and their eyes fell to her. Even though she had always regarded her body as a skin, she had to let go.

Ye Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, his spiritual power and meridians were saved, and the first fire tree hoarfrost flower was extracted from 90% of the ice and fire spiritual power. With Xu Qiuhan's talent and her own ice and cold spiritual power, in a short time, the strength of this crazy woman is likely to go further.

(End of this chapter)
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