Chapter 1287

It was an unexpected joy for Yang Qinyu to recover and refine the inferior Taoist tools and drive the mountain whip!

After helping Yang Qinyu recover the whip, Yang Junshan's attention returned to the ginseng fruit tree.

At this time, the January of Mingxia island is coming, and the ginseng fruit tree is about to mature under the action of the birth secret technology of Cabernet Sauvignon golden light and Ji soil as the carrier.

Deep in the canopy, there was only a faint brilliance. With the increase of the fruit, this brilliance also became larger and more dazzling. After the fruit increased to the size of the fist, the originally dazzling brilliance became gentle and soft. At the same time, Yang Junshan could see the real face of the fruit through the dense brilliance lingering on the surface.

When Yang Junshan saw the real ginseng fruit, even if he had learned some descriptions about ginseng fruit from Princess LAN Xuan in advance, he was stunned by the scene he saw.

In Yang Junshan's original imagination, even if Princess LAN Xuan repeatedly said that the ginseng fruit looked like a real person, he still didn't think so. However, when he really saw that ginseng fruit bred in the placenta looked like a sleeping baby, Yang Junshan still jumped in his heart.

What kind of ginseng fruit is this? It's obviously like a baby. He wants to eat the fruit when it's ripe. A heartfelt sense of guilt still makes him sick and want to vomit.

Only the last three days were left before Mingxia Island disappeared into the void again. At this time, Princess lanxuan hurried to the rune array space again.

"Things seem to change again. Someone seems to be planning something secretly. I think you'd better leave now!"

The news Princess LAN Xuan brought him was not very good.

Yang Junshan looked at the ginseng fruit trees still absorbing the golden light of Cabernet Sauvignon, and at the request of Yang Junshan, he was trying to refine the golden light of Cabernet Sauvignon bit by bit under the fruit trees. Yang Qinyu, who was practicing the magic power of Cabernet Sauvignon golden light, looked at it. If he could go now, the birth process of ginseng fruit trees would undoubtedly be interrupted, I'm afraid Yang Qinyu will spend more time practicing Cabernet Sauvignon golden light.

Yang Junshan looked up again at the Hunyuan Ling hidden in the canopy of ginseng fruit trees. Naturally, the speed at which this thing absorbs the golden light of Cabernet Sauvignon is far from that of ginseng fruit trees, but it has been absorbing the golden light of Cabernet Sauvignon continuously for nearly a month. According to Yang Junshan's estimation, even if it is used to practice the formula of purple Qi coming to the East, There is enough Cabernet Sauvignon golden light in it for five people.

Yang Junshan thought and said, "what's the specific news?"

Princess LAN Xuan was a little hesitant. It seemed that even she didn't believe it. She said, "it's said that someone wants to plot Mingxia island."

Yang Junshan was stunned and said, "like Dragon Island, it's not easy to keep Mingxia island in the cultivation world. The situation of Mingxia island is much more complicated than Tianxian island. Moreover, the original owner of Dragon Island was also relying on the power of achieving the real dragon and the help of Panlong array, which finally built the Dragon Island successfully."

Princess LAN Xuan said in a low voice, "what if there are immortal hands this time?"

Yang Junshan was surprised and said, "seriously? But even if it's an immortal, I'm afraid it needs more than one?"

Yang Junshan paused and couldn't help asking, "is this the news you got from the owner of Longdao island?"

Princess LAN Xuan hesitated, shook her head and said, "I guess."

Yang Junshan didn't study deeply, but said to himself, "almost all the spirit trees on the island will be cut down. What will a bald Island stay for? If it doesn't hide into the void, where will the lush spirit plants all over the whole island and the red glow golden light all over the island come from hundreds of years later?"

Somewhere in Huzhou.

A young monk who has just entered the Taoist realm is driving dunguang all the way south in a hurry.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in the face. The young Friar's look changed, and the light disappeared at his feet. People were already hanging in the clouds, and watched the emptiness around him with vigilance.

There was a breeze blowing around the body, which scattered the light luck, and the young Friar's face also appeared clearly. However, he saw the original face, but he didn't know when to cut a deep bone gap from the ear root on the left to the cheek on the right, which made the whole person look more ferocious and gloomy.

"Who is it?"

The young friar vomited two simple words from his throat. He dared not say more, and even his voice seemed vague, because whenever he spoke, it would involve a gap in his face, which made him feel terrible pain.

In fact, at this time, he just intuitively felt dangerous. In fact, he didn't really feel that someone was hiding in the void and trying to ambush him.

The question just now was just a test, but unexpectedly, someone answered it seriously in the void.

"Guess!"

A woman's voice, with a three-point joke, echoed in his ears.

At the moment when the voice sounded, the young friar suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed towards both sides. The clouds surging in the surrounding void condensed into water droplets in an instant, and sprinkled around like a concealed weapon with the virtual push of his hands.

Hua Lala--

The sound of a water drop breaking through the air and splashing around came, which showed how powerful the power contained in these water drops was.

However, a burst of "giggle" laughter soon came from the void, and the original woman's voice sounded: "you want to find me in such a simple way. Your Excellency despises people!"

The cold wind was blowing in the high clouds, and the young Friar's divine consciousness swept around again and again. Unfortunately, he never found any clue, and his forehead was full of cold sweat at this time.

"Who the hell is your excellency? Why don't you come out and see? Such a secretive behavior is plain and belittled." the young Friar's method of motivating is very clumsy.

The voice in the void came again and said, "come out and see you, sir. Do you want to write down the little woman's appearance and escape back to Feiliu sword school for revenge?"

The young Friar's face changed greatly when he heard the speech. A sword light suddenly erupted from his mouth, which instantly divided into hundreds of sword Qi, and shot at the surrounding void. The sharp sword Qi almost cut the surrounding void with a fierce roar.

"Why, when you become angry from shame, you can't even cover up your sword skills?" a voice continued to stir the Friar's heartstrings.

The young friar stretched out his hand and a light fell into his palm and turned into a three foot flying sword like autumn water. He said in a deep voice, "how do you know that I am a disciple of Feiliu sword sect?"

"Ha? You are indeed a member of Feiliu sword sect!"

The woman's voice made the young Friar's face change again and said angrily, "you lied to me?"

As soon as the tone of the woman hiding in the void changed, she said in a cold voice, "who are you instructed by? Who is the person behind you, Xia yuan? Jiang Xin? Or Dongliu?"

The young friar said coldly, "don't you know everything? Why ask me again?"

As soon as the voice fell, the flying sword in the young Friar's palm suddenly burst out and drew towards the sky to his left, and a bright sword spirit shrouded the past.

"Oh, no, you found it!"

There was a sudden surge in the void where the sword Qi shrouded, and a dark body suddenly appeared. Then it was very clever to toss around in the fluctuation of the void, and unexpectedly avoided the sword Qi attack of the young friar.

"Ghost clan!"

The young friar screamed strangely. It was obvious that the identity of the other party was greatly beyond his expectation, but the flying sword in his hand never stopped at all. The flying sword waving in the air cut out several sword Qi in an instant. The sword Qi meandered in the void like water, but blocked the space in front of the ghost friar from different directions, To force the ghost to fight against him.

The monk's purpose is very direct. Although the means of ghost cultivation are impossible to prevent, once his body is exposed against people's front, he will often fall into the disadvantage.

However, the friar never thought that the ghost King hidden in the void could only have this one in front of him.

The cool wind blew from the back of his neck and made his hair stand up in an instant,

However, when he noticed the sword light coming from behind, it was too late to parry or dodge.

A cold light flashed, and the six Yang leader of the young friar immediately rolled up, followed by blood droplets sprayed all over the sky.

With a "Shua", a folding fan appeared in the void, and the blood beads that had splashed everywhere were rolled up and empty.

Zhong Jiu pretended to be elegant, holding a folding fan to reveal his birth form from the void, a sad look, shook his head and said: "I'm careless. The noble Yan Luo's blood descendant was seen to have broken his possession. Unexpectedly, he was almost forced to face each other. Alas, it seems that Miss Bao has left the ghost clan for too long and is about to forget how to be a ghost repair."

Although the sword Xiu of the Feiliu sword sect died, the several sword lights he cut did not disappear, but continued to encircle and suppress Bao yu'er. After Zhong Jiu took the opportunity to kill the famous sword Xiu, he not only didn't help, but began to tease Bao yu'er, as if he wanted to make her suffer.

However, Bao yu'er suddenly cut several light marks in front of him with a pair of short swords. There was a jingling crisp sound in the void. The forced sword Qi was broken by Bao yu'er.

At the other end, I forgot to fan the folding fan in my hand after all. I looked at Baoyu with a stunned expression, and then I remembered pointing at her and saying, "you, you, you, you forcibly broke the other party's swordsmanship?"

A pair of short swords in Bao yu'er's hand drew several beautiful sword flowers, glanced at Zhong Jiu and said, "why, is it strange?"

Zhong Jiu swallowed a mouthful of spit and said with difficulty, "this shouldn't be the way of ghost repair against the enemy?"

"It's strange to see less!"

Bao Yuer gave him a white look, muttered in a low voice, and then said to the void, "sister Xiu, how did the sword repair of Feiliu sword school find me just now?"

There was no response in the void, but Zhong Jiu murmured, "it's necessary to ask. The friar of Feiliu sword sect is not only good at swordsmanship, but also dabbled in the magic of water movement. That man must have found your hiding place through the surge of water vapor in the void."

Bao yu'er glared at Zhong Jiu mercilessly. For some reason, Zhong Jiu was frightened at the bottom of her heart. Is it because she just broke the sword magic power of the friar of Feiliu sword sect?

"Sister Xiuer?"

Bao yu'er shouted again. Yang Junxiu didn't respond, which made Bao yu'er have some bad hunches in his heart.

"Look over there, overseas direction!"

Yang Junxiu's low voice finally came, but the tone made people feel a little depressed.

Bao yu'er and Zhong Jiu quickly turned their heads when they heard the speech and showed some magic powers that could extend their eyes in the direction of overseas. Then they each gave a cry of surprise.

"Is the sky falling?" Bao Yuer murmured.