The Immortal Spiritual Picture

This trip has come to a successful end.

Calculating carefully, their battle only took an hour. However, because the battle was so fierce, everyone lost a lot of their true energy, and there were many who overdrawn their sources and swallowed the elixir.

Now, I can finally meditate quietly and restore my true energy.

There are compartments in the flying magic weapon, but there are only two. Naturally, no one dared to snatch it from He Rong and his wife, so the remaining Zifu monks sat down in rows in the hall as they had come, swallowed the elixir and meditated. Restore true energy.

However, just a hundred miles away from the battlefield, Gu Changhuan suddenly felt an unshakable aura like a mountain coming towards their direction at great speed.

The owner of that aura escapes extremely fast, much faster than their fourth-level high-grade flying magic weapon. It only takes three breaths at most to catch up to him.

In the compartment, He Rong frowned, the spiritual sword appeared in his right hand, he crushed a jade charm for help with his left hand, and after transmitting a message to Luo Yan, the next moment, he appeared outside the flying magic weapon.

He looked at the purple light flying in the distance, and the expression on his face was unprecedentedly solemn.

With this momentum, the person coming must be the Demon King of the Demon Clan. It seems that he will not be able to leave this place easily today.

However, if he fights with all his strength, he may not be able to defeat the Demon King with one and a half moves.

In this case, it can also buy some time for Madam and those disciples.

Maybe he could still hold on until Feng Yidao came to save him.

However, what he didn't expect was that a figure appeared next to him in the next moment.

The man was wearing a pink skirt and had a beautiful face. He was his Taoist companion, Luo Yan.

"He Rong."

Luo Yan looked at the approaching purple light, her tone was calm, and the spirit sword in her hand burst out.

"I remember I told you that even if you die, you can only die with me.

Did you forget? "

Feng Yidao, who happened to arrive quietly from the other side, took a breath of air when he heard these words. He didn't expect that Luo Yan, who usually looked gentle and carefree, would actually say such words. He couldn't help but look at He Rong.

Senior Brother He, what kind of life have you been living in private these past few years?

When Luo Yan called her name directly, He Rong knew that she was angry. There was a smile on her lips, but she didn't dare to laugh out loud. He said:

"Madam said it, how dare I forget it."

At this time, the Zifu monks in the flying magic weapon all stood up hesitantly and looked at each other, as if they didn't know what to do next.

It seems that going out and staying here are not right.

In the corner, Gu Changhuan lowered his head, as if thinking about something. He looked calm, as if he was not worried about the situation outside at all.

Just as a seriously injured Zifu monk was about to say something, violent spiritual energy fluctuations came from outside the flying magic weapon!

In addition to the flying magic weapon, He Rong and his wife held spiritual swords with energy flowing like a rainbow. However, the purple stone demon king in the purple light calmly caught their spiritual swords with his bare hands.

It was as if it was not the spiritual sword of the Jindan monk, but just a branch used by children to play with.

Feng Yidao, who was hiding aside, nodded. No one under Nascent Soul could catch this sword. Even the thin-skinned Demon King could cut off a piece of skin. Unfortunately, this purple rhinoceros has rough skin and thick flesh, which is unusual. The magic weapon can deal with it.

The man's eyes lingered on He Rong and his wife for a while, and finally looked at He Rong:

"Is it you who killed Zimu?"

He Rong's heart skipped a beat and he didn't answer:

Sure enough, this demon king came for him.

He released the spirit sword with his backhand, retreated violently, and let out a low shout.

"crack!"

The spirit sword flashed, and the Purple Stone Demon King felt the spirit sword in his hand loosen, and then there was a stinging pain like needles. He saw strands of gold-like things quickly gathering in He Rong's hand, Finally it condensed into a spirit sword.

At the same time, on the other side, Luo Yan pinched the magic technique, and the color of the soft sword suddenly turned dark, leaving a light trace of blood on his palm, and it flowed out smoothly.

The Purple Stone Demon King had never fought against a human monk before, so he couldn't help but feel strange when he saw the He Rong couple's methods.

Just two golden elixir monks, they could actually hurt him with the weapons in their hands. Is this the method of human monks?

Moreover, their weapons can actually change forms, which is something their weapon refiners cannot do.

However, the Purple Stone Demon King looked at the He Rong couple and realized that they had killed Zi Mu and he could not let them go.

As he thought this, the strong murderous intention and the aura of the Demon King came out instantly, and the wounds in his hands healed instantly;

The expressions of He Rong and his wife changed, and they couldn't help but release their sword intent to resist.

Under the pressure of the Demon King, ordinary monks could not display their due fighting skills at all, but He Rong and his wife were two different species.

They are different from most of the Jindan elders who were born in Qingzhou. Before they came to the East Wasteland, they had been fighting for their lives in the South China Sea. They wandered on the edge of life and death many times, either defeating the strong with the weak, or escaping from the hands of powerful enemies. , all commonplace.

Therefore, facing the Demon King's momentum, they only felt uncomfortable, but it did not affect the performance of their strength.

But the people in the flying magic weapon did not have such ability as them. Gu Changhuan saw one after another Haoran Sect monks sitting on the ground with pale faces and sweating, and after thinking for a while, he also sat down.

In addition to the flying magic weapon, He Rong resisted the purple stone demon king's momentum, closed his eyes suddenly, let go of his hand, and the spirit sword took off his hand and floated in mid-air.

"Hello!"

Luo Yan was so surprised that she even forgot to call her husband and called him by his name.

How can you let go of the sword in your hand when a powerful enemy is ahead!

But what she didn't expect was that after He Rong released the sword in his hand, the sword intent on his body became stronger and stronger. Gradually, Luo Yan felt a little dazzling when looking at him.

It seemed that at this moment, He Rong was like a sword.

The Purple Stone Demon King frowned as he looked at He Rong, whose momentum was gradually rising. He suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

He raised his hand, and a purple light condensed and shot towards He Rong's heart!

At the critical moment, He Rong suddenly opened his eyes, and rushed towards the Purple Stone Demon King like a sword light!

The Purple Stone Demon King snorted coldly, without dodging or evading, and the purple light around him was shining brightly.

Just a Jindan cultivator, what can he do to him...

Thinking of this, the Purple Stone Demon King suddenly felt a pain in his right shoulder, and the next moment, blood gushed out like a stream.