Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The twenty-second bowl of soup (twelve)

The twenty-second bowl of soup (twelve)

This blood of pure yang is really powerful, the monster screamed, and other weapons could not hurt him, but Meng Xingyan's blade made many small holes in his body, the blood of pure yang was the most for evil things. It's amazing. Soon, he rolled on the ground and shrank into a ball. His face also changed, especially his mouth and eyes. His jaw and eyeballs bulged out, which looked terrifying.

"You can hurt him with the blood of pure yang!" Meng Xingyan shouted.

There are people who are cultivating immortals. Naturally they know what the so-called pure Yang blood is, that is, the blood of a virgin. However, over the past few thousand years, more and more men and women have doubled cultivation among immortal cultivators, and virgins are simply There are very few people who have lived for so long, who would like to enjoy the love of men and women! Therefore, although Meng Xingyan kindly informed it, it was still the same for the immortal cultivators present.

Meng Xingliang knew for a long time what these immortals were. They didn't have the skills of the immortals. If there were, they would not be much kinder than the immortals. Thinking of this, she immediately said to Meng Xingyan, "Don't worry about them, let's get rid of this monster first!"

The talisman combined with the blood of pure yang did have a miraculous effect. At the same time, the monster was also getting more and more provoked. He howled continuously, grabbed the immortal cultivator with a broken leg and bit his throat. The immortal cultivator trembled uncontrollably, and in the blink of an eye, only a human skin remained.

Although I already know what happened, what I saw with my own eyes is another matter. Meng Xingyan and Meng Xingliang are both nauseated. His eyes are slowly becoming normal! Although it is still very strange and scary, it is already a bit closer than normal people!

He rushed towards Meng Xingyan at a very fast speed. Meng Xingyan was not skilled enough to resist, so Meng Xingliang opened the water and fire umbrella to block the monster's fangs!

The water and fire umbrella is impervious to water and fire, and it is extremely aggressive. Almost instantly, Meng Xingliang took out more than a dozen charms, and Meng Xingyan tacitly cut his palm to take blood and dripped it into the charms and the umbrella. Meng Xingliang activated the mechanism, and the steel needles on the umbrella quickly stood up, piercing all the monsters' flesh. No matter how hard he was, he couldn't help rolling and howling in pain!

Meng Xingliang didn't pay attention to the greed of the monk next to her when she saw the water and fire umbrella in her hand. She just put away her umbrella, supported Meng Xingyan with one hand, and asked, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, Senior Sister, the two of us are not his opponents at all!" Meng Xingyan was anxious, if they didn't get rid of this monster, they wouldn't want to go back alive!

Meng Xingliang also knew, but now there is no other way: "This is the first time Master asked us to do, and we cannot fail."

She reached into her arms and touched her face, her face changed suddenly, bad! No more stickers!

The monster's eyeballs changed back to a strange state, and he pounced on him again, his two hind limbs kicked on the ground, and a gust of wind blinded his eyes. Meng Xingliang had no other choice but to draw a talisman in the void, but what was the use of it, the talisman with the blood of pure yang could only hurt the flesh of monsters, this was not because the blood of pure yang was not powerful enough, but because Meng Xingliang I don't have enough Taoism, so I can't conquer this monster at all.

This talisman just slows down the monster's movements, the rest is useless, but this ability is enough to make other cultivators jealous. They have worked hard to cultivate, and they must be used in conjunction with magic tools to be effective. This girl looks no more than a teenager, and she is not a cultivator. With a few swipes of her finger, she can make terrifying monsters jealous. What kind of technique is this?

Most human beings have a greedy heart, especially in the immortal world where the strong are respected. Killing people and stealing treasures is like a routine for them. They were already ready to move when Meng Xingliang sacrificed the umbrella of water and fire. Now, seeing Meng Xingliang's ability, they are even more jealous, and they want to reach out and **** it at this moment of life and death!

Meng Xingliang only cared to protect Meng Xingyan, but a female cultivator flew over and snatched the water and fire umbrella on her back!

She was furious: "Give it back to me! You thief!"

"When it's in my hands, it's naturally mine. You should take care of your own life!" The female cultivator sneered, trying to open the umbrella of water and fire, but she couldn't figure it out, so she questioned Meng at this critical moment. Xing Liang: "Hey! How can I open this umbrella!"

Meng Xingliang was extremely angry, but the monster seemed to be clinging to her and refused to let her get away. She was so angered by the female monk's provocation and contempt that she was so angry that she neglected to take precautions for a while. Being taken advantage of by monsters!

At the juncture of life and death, Meng Xingliang only focused on pushing Meng Xingyan away, but there was nothing he could do.

Just when she thought she couldn't escape death, she closed her eyes at the moment when the monster's stench and blood-drenched teeth were about to bite.

The expected death did not come, Meng Xingliang only felt his waist was being hugged, and the whole person quickly retreated. She opened her eyes and was surprised: "Master!"

Qing Huan glanced at her with a half-smile but not a smile: "If you are not good at studying, you must study harder in the future." Alas, it is not easy to raise children, and it is not easy to teach disciples.

It's okay to ask Meng Xingliang to do anything at this time: "Yes!"

Put Meng Xingliang aside, then grabbed Meng Xingyan to his side, Qing Huan stood in front of the two of them, not bothering with the monster, but turned her head to look at the female cultivator holding her water and fire umbrella, yes She smiled slightly and said, "That, can you give it back to me?"

There was a soft question on his mouth. When he grabbed it with one hand, no one could see what was going on, and the water and fire umbrella had returned to Qing Huan's hand.

The female monk said sharply: "Give it back to me! It's mine!"

If Qing Huan hadn't lost her memory and clearly remembered how this umbrella came to be, I would have thought that the righteous person in front of me was the real owner of the water and fire umbrella.

Meng Xingliang has never seen such a brazen person. He even claimed that what he robbed was his own, and even the wicked sued first when he was taken back by the original owner! "Master! She was the one who stole the water and fire umbrella while I was not prepared! She is a thief!"

"The strong man in the immortal world is the king! I grabbed it, and of course it's mine!" As soon as I heard this tone, I knew that this kind of murder and treasure hunt was not done less often.

Qing Huan is also happy: "Your?"

"Of course!"

I have never seen this thief more arrogant than the owner, Qing Huan smiled, "Well, if you can conquer this guy, I will give you this umbrella."

The monster seems to be afraid of Qinghuan and dare not approach. This persimmon has to be soft, even a monster with undeveloped intelligence knows what kind of person can't be provoked. This is the surrender of the weak to the strong. It just so happened that the female cultivator was closest to him, so he left Qinghuan aside and rushed up.

I am afraid that this female cultivator has killed many people, her soul is blood red, and monsters are very sensitive to people who have killed a lot. Such people are his best food.

Qing Huan didn't go to rescue, watching the female monk's flesh and blood being sucked clean. Then the monster pounced on the remaining monks. They were all terrified and ran towards Qing Huan. The monster was chasing after him. The scene was a bit funny.

Qing Huan is not cold-blooded to see so many people being sucked to death in front of him. Although these people are full of evil, they are rewarded for good and evil. The female monk just now deserves to die today, and the rest don't need to. Most importantly, they survived, and retribution is imminent.

Seeing that these people were hiding behind Master, Meng Xingliang became anxious: "Master, get out of the way!"

Qing Huan turned around and smiled to reassure her: "It's alright, let's see Master make a really fun trick for you."

Meng Xingyan's eyes lit up as soon as he heard that he was going to perform a trick, and his hands still hurt, so he became excited: "Master, change quickly!"

Qing Huan chuckled and snapped her fingers. A soft white light suddenly appeared and slowly fell on her hand from the void. When the white light faded, a soft white fat and smooth fur appeared on her palm. The... kitty.

Cat? ? ? ! ! !

It's time! What are you doing out as a cat! Meng Xingliang couldn't understand his master's brain circuit, so he wanted to faint: "Master, what are you doing? This kitten..."

"Shh." Qing Huan booed her. "Just look at it."

After he finished speaking, he put the white kitten on the ground, the kitten stretched, yawned, and slowly walked towards the monster with a silly and cute eight-character step in the face of the owner's smile. It's really strange to say, it took a step closer, the monster took a step back, and finally was forced into the corner by the kitten, the huge head shrunk into a small ball, and it was shaking!

What's up with this? !

After the kitten had finished showing off her power, she turned to Qing Huan again, and raised her little head to meow and beg for a caress. Qing Huan picked it up and kissed the furry forehead with expectant eyes: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Speaking, he took out a bamboo tube, put the monster into the tube, sealed it with a talisman, and threw the bamboo tube into Meng Xingliang's arms: "Okay."

"Master! Where did Master come from this cat? Why have I never seen it before?" Meng Xingyan asked curiously, wanting to reach out and touch it.

The kitten dislikes it very much. Basically, no one but Qinghuan will touch it. Qinghuan scratches its chin, and it purrs comfortably. It's not eye-catching, but I got used to it, and even the living habits have become very cat-like. I like to eat fish, play with wool balls, and drill cardboard boxes. When the owner scratches his chin, he purrs loudly.

"You haven't seen too many." Qing Huan smiled, looked at the group of monks behind him who started to stare at Jiguang again, and said, "Okay, let's go, you can talk to Zhizhou. The adults are on business."

Meng Xingliang and Meng Xingyan hurriedly followed behind. Strangely, the group of monks also followed silently. Judging from Qing Huan's character, she should not like these people, but she didn't say anything, Meng Xingliang thought it was so strange.