Xianghe

Yuan Qinghui had an idea in his mind, but he was not sure yet, but that idea reminded him.

It took Yuan Qinghui back then three years and a thousand days of spitting by those mortals to escape from that magic weapon.

I don't know if Baihuaxian really wants to catch Xianghe and return to Tiangong to claim credit or has other ideas, but escaping from here is the top priority now.

"Xiao Jin!" Yuan Qinghui turned his head and glanced at Xiao Jinwa next to him.

"exist!"

The little Jinwa, who was in a very nervous state, answered immediately as soon as she called.

"Maybe I have to trouble you two to stay here for a while!"

Yes, sorry, he can't take four of them out together.

"Okay!" Xiao Jinwa agreed immediately without the slightest hesitation, while the pointer seemed to be still in a state of confusion, but it didn't matter, as long as Xiao Jinwa understood him, he would comfort the pointer demon from behind, Bai Huaxian The hood is not like the magic weapon that trapped him before, it crushes him into a ball. For those thousand days, he has been squeezed into a jar the size of a child in a very twisted posture like a puppet with a broken bone Here, it is very desolate, and this thing seems to be just a cage for capture, it will not hurt their lives.

Little Jinwa is a human being, so it's okay to say, but the pointer demon is a little troublesome, one is a demon, and the other is a wanted evil demon, and it may suffer a bit later.

"I'll come back and save you—"

As soon as Yuan Qinghui finished speaking, the folding fan in his hand suddenly opened, and then the folding fan in Yuan Qinghui's hand spun violently around his hand. There was a gust of wind, and the wind pierced the air like a knife, as if the sound of scratching on a stone was beyond the limit of what the human ear could bear. The little golden baby next to him had already begun to bleed from his ears, with a painful expression on his face.

The wind turned faster and faster, and finally cut the airflow and a white light blade appeared. You don't need to try to know that near his fan is a powerful cutting machine that can even shred stones.

And next, Yuan Qinghui will let everyone know that he can cut not only stones——

"噗——" followed by a crackling sound, Yuan Qinghui's wind blade cut on the barrier, as if two extremely sharp swords rubbed against each other when they rubbed against each other, and the sparks flew so that people's eyes were open Not open, and at this time, changes occurred in the attic.

The red curtains that were originally used as the interior scene suddenly swayed violently like a swimming dragon, and then they escaped from the roof that bound them, like poisonous snakes spitting out letters, passing through the place that was about to cut the barrier Yuan Qinghui!

Yuan Qinghui held Xianghe in one hand, and used the folding fan to hit the barrier with the other. He had no time to fight back at the red mantle, and the red mantle swam towards Yuan Qinghui. Xianghe, deal with the red mantle here first, but the red mantle stopped before it jumped to the back of his head.

Yuan Qinghui turned his head and saw the little Jinwa who was trying to help him grab the red mantle.

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, it's okay, it's okay, I didn't let go of Xianghe, if I let go, I don't know what will happen to Xianghe.

Then, more red mantles came towards Yuan Qinghui, and the pointer demon also joined the battle after a moment of dazed mind. During the fight, his mouth was still not idle, and he kept shouting, what will happen? As soon as he got lucky, the gossip on his forehead also turned quickly: "Hey, hey, do you want to take him back to the Heavenly Palace? What do you want to do when you approach him? If we help you escape, will you Will take him away, if you two go outside, will the woman kill us? I'm still young, I haven't seen my brother yet, I can't die yet—"

The pointer demon kept talking, but everyone was tired of coping with the current battle situation. No one could reply him. The pointer demon who did not get a reply was still asking, "Talk, you two, what's going on?" Two red mantles like swimming dragons are enough, but on my side, I need to concentrate even more.

Calm down, calm down, you must rely on the power of the wind blade, but you can't rely on the power of the wind blade, calm down, first of all, use the power of the wind to feel the touch of cutting the enchantment, and then, forget how to use the wind blade, take off your body power, unload—

No, no, no, I can't remove it at all. It has been integrated into my flesh and blood, and it has become a conditioned thing. How can it be removed so easily? It took three years before I finally figured out this method. I was locked in a jar It was so cold and easy to concentrate that he was able to escape, but now, the surroundings are so chaotic, and there is a person in his arms that makes him completely unable to calm down, how can he use the power before he appeared?

But at this moment, the person in his arms moved slightly.

Yuan Qinghui has always held Xianghe's shoulders with one hand and let Xianghe stand freely on the ground. I don't know if this posture made him feel uncomfortable. With an uncomfortable moan, he tilted his head, bringing his head closer to Yuan Qinghui's neck.

The familiar aroma suddenly reminded Yuan Qinghui of something.

The first time they met the old monster with the "airplane head", how did he suddenly burst out with amazing strength to defeat the guy?

It wasn't mana, because mana was useless to that monster at all, but it was a sudden powerful and strange force that allowed him to pull the old monster's tentacles away.

Think about how it felt back then, how it felt to be trapped in the jar before, how he could use the strength that he didn't even have, and push the boundaries?

"Drink——" Yuan Qinghui exerted strength in his hands, the fan in his hand was still spinning due to inertia, but the wind blade was no longer blowing so wildly, but the sound of cutting the barrier did not decrease at all, as if there was some other force The wind blade, which replaced the mana force, hit the barrier instead, and that force was stronger than the wind blade.

The wind blade is like a sharp knife, but this power is a one-ton heavy hammer, beating firmly on the barrier.

Like a boulder hitting the glass, the moment the force was exerted, the barrier shattered!

A big hole appeared in the barrier in front of Yuan Qinghui, but after only a moment, the barrier was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing the barrier shatter, the red mantle behind him suddenly came towards Yuan Qinghui. Yuan Da held Xianghe in his arms and jumped out of the window: "Wait, I'll be right back to save you!"

Yuan had just jumped out of the barrier, and the golden cover was completely closed, and even the cuffs were stuck at the closed mouth of the barrier, cut off by the bonded barrier.

Yuan Qinghui turned his head and saw the little golden baby who was already entangled in the red mantle, and the pointer demon who was stubbornly resisting and was about to be defeated.

Thank you for your hard work, but in the future, you will not be needed.

Yuan Qinghui raised his head with Xianghe in his arms, and saw Baihuaxian who was standing on the top of the attic anxiously and angrily ordering his hands to come down to chase Yuan Qinghui.

Sure enough, those girls were her flower gods.

"What are you still doing in a daze, catch him quickly, if he escapes, we will have nothing to eat!" Seeing that Yuan Qinghui was able to escape from her magic weapon, Bai Huaxian panicked for a moment, and hurriedly ordered The little flower gods came forward to arrest him, and Baihuaxian himself was not at a disadvantage, and rushed to Yuan Qinghui first.

Bai Huaxian held a blood-red sword in his hand, and on his shoulder was a picture of hundreds of flowers growing from branches and vines. It was very rare, and Yuan Qinghui recognized it. It was the "flower thorn" of the ancient flower god.

Although the flowers are beautiful, they have thorns, but the more beautiful the flowers, the more dangerous they are.

"Flower Thorn" is a sword that has never drank blood, but it can occupy a place among the top ten ancient artifacts, which shows that it must have its extraordinary features.

Yuan Qinghui didn't dare to underestimate it, and without any hesitation, the folding fan in his hand twirled and took off again. Conditions did not permit, only a small gust of wind blade was set off, and after he came out, this place was his world.Yuan Qinghui stood in mid-air, the person in his arms was still awake, even though in front of him was a group of wind blades that was almost bigger than others, blowing the entire town into silence, he was still indifferent.

Baihuaxian rushed towards Yuan Qinghui with the little flower gods, and the wind blade in Yuan Qinghui's hand was expanding infinitely.

"Drink—" The wind blade in his hand has expanded to a certain extent, almost the whole town can hear the ear-piercing noise of the wind blade blowing the air, Baihua Xianshou is holding the "flower thorn" and approaching Yuan Qinghui, Yuan Qinghui aimed at her and put down the wind blade in his hand——

"I've said it before, don't offend me, I'm happy to repay all my grievances—"