Chapter 867: The Ordinary Woman of the Past

As soon as the two middle-aged men in yellow robes opened the Qiankun Bag, two white lights suddenly flew out from it and turned into two bright white beads spinning around. Before they could see clearly what the object was, they heard a burst of thunder in their ears. roar.

The two beads exploded with a bang, and the terrifying spiritual waves surged endlessly. The expressions of the two middle-aged men in yellow robes changed wildly. They hurriedly picked up the protective magic weapon, lit up the layers of light masks, and retreated wildly.

Although they didn't know what kind of treasures these two beads were, judging from the spiritual power emanating at this moment, they were definitely not ordinary, and there was no room for any hesitation on their part.

But they soon discovered that under such an astonishing impact, the protection on their bodies was as fragile as paper, and it was no longer able to withstand it. It was like a broken egg shell, showing fine cracks.

In an instant, the two of them felt as if they had been hit hard, with smoke coming out of their heads, bleeding from seven holes, and flying dozens of feet away.

"Zhu Xian Lei? I didn't expect that she still has this thing."

Ye Chunyang looked at this scene and was slightly surprised.

The two middle-aged men in yellow robes did not recognize these two beads, but they were familiar to him. This bead was called "Zhu Xian Lei". It was a powerful and destructive magic weapon, but it was a one-time consumption item and needed to be collected from heaven. It is formed by condensing the power of thunder, so it rarely appears in the world.

Yaoyao actually had such a rare item in his hand, which made him slightly interested.

However, according to Ye Chunyang's understanding, with the power of the Immortal Killing Thunder, it would take a lot of effort even for him to fight against it. And now Yaoyao released these two thunderbolts, although they have the power of the sky thunder, but their power is obviously far different. It seems that Rather, it looks like a defective product that failed to be refined.

It's just that this woman is quite powerful. She actually arranged a trick in the Qiankun Bag in advance and used it to attack the two of them. Even though the two Zhuxian Thunders were only defective products, the two middle-aged people in yellow robes were unprepared and received this blow. I'm afraid the skin will peel off even if you don't die from the attack.

Taking advantage of this gap, Fairy Yaoyao flew away again without hesitation, trying to escape with the Magic Ice Vine as quickly as possible.

But she suddenly remembered something, turned around and grabbed hold of the three treasures in the aftermath of the explosion, and the three treasures fell into her hands.

Just when Yaoyao sacrificed the two Immortal Killing Thunders, the Qiankun Bag was also blown up, scattering miscellaneous items inside. These three treasures were just low-level magic weapons, but Yaoyao seemed extremely concerned and would rather delay his escape. Time has collected it so preciously.

Seeing this, Ye Chunyang didn't want to pay any more attention, and turned around to leave.

At this time, when he saw the three low-level magic weapons that Yaoyao had taken away, his expression suddenly condensed.

"How come these things are in her hands?"

Ye Chunyang raised his eyebrows.

When he was surprised, Yaoyao, who had taken away the treasure, thought she could leave safely, but her expression changed because she found that after Zhu Xian Lei's spiritual wave dissipated, two figures stood there peacefully. It was those two figures. The middle-aged man in yellow robe, although he looks a little embarrassed, is obviously not seriously injured.

"They can actually block the Zhuxian Thunder strike?"

Yaoyao's face was slightly cold. She had just obtained these two Immortal Killing Thunders not long ago. Although they were only half as powerful as the genuine ones, she was confident that the two superimposed on top of each other would not be able to be resisted by the monks in the early stage of pill formation. The two yellow-robed monks were subjected to The blow did not kill him, which was beyond her expectation.

"I didn't expect that you, a little bitch, would have such a treasure as the Zhu Xian Lei in your hands, and you wouldn't even hesitate to destroy a Qiankun Bag to plot against us. But do you think you can really escape from us with this?"

The two middle-aged men in yellow robes had gloomy expressions, and each held a bright yellow talisman in their hands. The inscriptions on it were shining, revealing an unusual fluctuation. Apparently, it was this talisman that allowed them to save their lives in the Zhuxian Thunder. .

But at this moment, the spirit energy of this talisman was gone, and it looked like it was greatly shocked.

A hint of panic finally flashed through Yaoyao's calm eyes, but her mental toughness was beyond imagination. She immediately used a flying knife to cut her jade hand, and a wisp of blood spilled out.

What was shocking was that after the blood spilled out, flames rose up, and pleasant clear chirps continued to be heard. Then a mark appeared on Yaoyao's forehead, which was clearly a miniature spirit sparrow.

The spirit bird mark grew and shrank, and Yaoyao's spiritual light suddenly swelled, and the blood overflowing from her palm turned into a cloud of fire, wrapping her up and quickly flying into the sky.

"Hmph! Can the little bitch get away?"

The two middle-aged men in yellow robes looked at each other, and in unison, they created a strange magic formula, and a yellow mist of dust suddenly spread around them. The fog swelled in the wind, and in an instant it covered a radius of several miles. Even though Yaoyao was running very fast with the blessing of the demon spirit's blood, she was still caught up by the yellow fog.

Yaoyao was shocked by this, and was about to make a countermeasure when suddenly a cold light flashed in the yellow mist. When she looked back, she saw sword wheels like the scorching sun emerging, sweeping wildly around her, hitting all the rocks and trees wherever they went. They were all cut into ashes.

Obviously, these two middle-aged men in yellow robes practice some kind of tacitly coordinated skills. The two of them complement each other. The power of such an attack is probably no less than that of a monk in the middle stage of pill formation!

"These two people have great magical powers. Even if I really hand over the Magic Ice Vine, they may not let me go. If I want to escape today, I will have to pay a price." Yaoyao thought in his heart.

Immediately her face turned cold, the magic power in her body surged, and the marks on her forehead seemed to become a little strange.

The person who once helped her awaken the demon spirit bloodline said that the demon spirit blood that mutated in her body was somewhat special and would be extremely powerful once it was turned on. However, she would not be able to bear it and suffered the backlash.

Yao Yao has always kept this in mind and dared not over-stimulate the demon blood in her body, but now at the critical moment of life and death, how can she care about so much? She is just not sure whether she can really escape the pursuit of these two people if she forcibly stimulates all the demon blood power in her body. If not, after the demon blood power retreats, she will inevitably die.

Just as she was hesitating, a sharp sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded in the air.

Yao Yao thought that the attack of two middle-aged men in yellow robes was approaching, and her heart was startled, but when she looked up, the scene in front of her made her feel astonished.

The sky was dark, and it was like a rain curtain coming down quickly with the strongest spiritual pressure. When she looked closely, she found that it was a huge sword formation, and dense sword rain covered all directions.

This scene shocked Yao Yao, but she was surprised to find that this amazing sword formation was not aimed at her, but was directed at the yellow fog. Obviously, someone was helping her in secret.

But why does this sword formation look familiar?

"Who is here!"

The two middle-aged men in yellow robes in the yellow fog also noticed something was wrong, and their faces changed in shock.

This sudden sword formation was many times more powerful than their combined magical power. There were still other people hiding in this place, but they knew nothing about it.

However, the only answer they got was the rain of swords all over the sky. After a few low muffled sounds, the yellow fog dissipated like dust and smoke, and the sword wheel hidden in it turned into ashes in an instant. In the blink of an eye, everything returned to calm.

"Who on earth is interfering in our good things? Show up quickly!"

Seeing that the yellow fog was easily defeated by the other party, the two middle-aged men in yellow robes were more afraid than angry. They looked around vigilantly, as if to find the person who attacked secretly.

But before the two of them finished speaking, the sword formation that had just subsided appeared again out of thin air, and fell from the top of their heads after two "swish". The two opened their eyes as wide as cows, and their defenses were shattered by the slashing of the flying swords, and a sword hole was pierced in the top of their heads.

The two screamed in pain, and before their vision fell into darkness, they seemed to see a vague figure riding on the clouds and mist slowly appearing, but they died before they could see the other person's face clearly.

The person riding the cloud stretched out his hand towards the flying sword, and the sword flashed and disappeared into his body.

"Is it you?"

Yao Yao looked at the person in front of her, surprisingly not shocked, but only surprised and unbelievable.

"How are you, Fairy Yao Yao?" Ye Chunyang was a little surprised by the calmness of this woman.

"Thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoist Ye. Although I experienced a lot of danger in the void storm, I was lucky to escape. I didn't expect to meet you here. Thank you for your help. I am very grateful." Fairy Yao Yao's eyes flashed a few times, and she said calmly.

Ye Chunyang frowned secretly, but his face was expressionless.

Yao Yao looked at him, but his eyes were a little evasive.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a chill in her hands. Just as she was about to come back to her senses, the three ordinary magic weapons she had originally grasped disappeared. When she looked again, she didn't know how they ended up in Ye Chunyang's hands.

Yao Yao's face turned cold, and she subconsciously wanted to snatch them back, but she didn't know what she thought of. The shock that had just appeared on her face soon calmed down, and she smiled lightly at Ye Chunyang and said, "These are just three ordinary magic weapons. Why, Brother Ye is interested in them?"

Although she seemed calm on the surface, her flickering eyes revealed her inner tension, and she was obviously very concerned about these three magic weapons.

Ye Chunyang looked at her lightly, with a few deep eyes, and said, "Where did you get these three magic weapons?"

"Does Brother Ye recognize these three magic weapons?" Yao Yao's delicate body trembled, and a few strange colors flashed in her eyes, but she still tried to maintain the calmness on the surface, not letting Ye Chunyang see a trace.

Before she finished speaking, a breeze suddenly blew on her face. She subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but the silver mask on her face fell off unconsciously.

Yaoyao's face was filled with anger and she hurriedly picked up the silver mask and put it back on. However, at this moment, a delicate jade face had already fallen into Ye Chunyang's sight.

However, when he saw this face, Ye Chunyang's mind could not help but recall an experience in the mortal world of Chaos Demon Realm a long time ago, and his heart was slightly rippled.

This fairy Yaoyao turned out to be Yuan Qingyi, the eldest daughter of the Yuan family, who had some connection with him when he transformed into Sufeng Shangxian to avoid being hunted down.

"Should I call you Mr. Qingyi or Miss Yuan?"

Ye Chunyang looked at this woman, and a trace of complexity flashed through his heart. At the moment he recognized Yuan Qingyi, he also saw her other identity on the silver mask.

And this identity of the other party was something he had never expected.