When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

After Yun Qingyue controlled the enemy with one move, he quickly transformed into a human form.

Honghu has only been born for a few years, and there are still a few people except Fozong who know her existence, let alone acquaintances. But Honghu didn't know anyone, but Yun Qingyue, the former disciple of Mingxia Peak, had a lot of friends, at least Tan Ming knew her quite well.

Rao Tan Mingfo was firm in his heart, and he couldn't hide his surprise when he suddenly saw Honghu become an acquaintance. He opened his eyes slightly, almost thinking that he had misread it, or that Honghu's incarnation just happened to look like Yun Qingyue—just kidding, although he hadn't seen Yun Qingyue for some years, but Yun Qingyue's life experience was exposed back then She still remembers the matter, Zhu Zongzhu is said to have the blood of the demon race, which has nothing to do with Phoenix.

However, no matter how many thoughts were in his heart, after seeing another figure following Yun Qingyue, he knew that he had recognized the right person. It's just that I am still surprised in my heart, besides the other party's identity, there is also the other party's cultivation base.

Obviously everyone was pretty much the same back then, but now that the opponent has defeated the enemy with one move, it is difficult for him to even keep his life under the opponent's hands.

It is impossible for Tan Ming not to be touched, but it is natural not to say that he is jealous. Firstly, the interaction between the two sides is limited, and secondly, as a disciple of the Buddhist sect, he also has his own tolerance. Immediately closing his slightly opened mouth in surprise, Tan Ming saluted: "Thank you two fellow Taoists for your help."

Yun Qingyue nodded slightly, Jiang Mo greeted him, and then both of them stopped paying attention to him.

This time is probably the reason why Phoenix's appearance was too shocking. The man in black who attacked Tan Ming and the others had no time to escape, and before he even had time to explode himself, his spiritual power was sealed by Yun Qingyue, and he was frozen in place... This is great, although they have encountered several groups of assassins along the way and rescued several groups of Buddhist disciples, but the opponents are like dead soldiers, they often blew themselves up before they could be tortured.

They didn't care whether these assassins were dead or alive, but the two demons that Huigan had said at the beginning had to be taken into consideration. These people attacked the disciples of the Buddhist sect, seeing that Huiqian encountered a group of people, maybe they knew something!

Jiang Mo immediately geared up, walked around the ice sculpture twice, picked someone at random and said, "Ayue, let me ask."

Yun Qingyue glanced around, and calculated that there were at least a dozen people in black who were frozen, and the one selected by Jiang Mo was not even the leader. So she didn't care about it, and at the same time as she nodded slightly, the ice sculpture selected by Jiang Mo seemed to have suddenly entered the scorching heat from the cold winter, and the ice on her body melted quickly, revealing the person who was frozen to the bluish face inside.

Of course, it's just this bit of cold, and the monk's strong body can't freeze to death. Water dripped down the assassin's bluish face, and immediately rolled his eyes, looking at Yun Qingyue with some horror.

Very good, still frightened, probably not a dead warrior raised since childhood.

Jiang Mo was very satisfied with this, but he was dissatisfied that the other party was staring at the senior sister. He waved in front of the assassin and said, "Don't look over there, look here." Qi Daneng's coercion made the man kneel down with a "thump".

This was a bit unexpected, and Jiang Mo himself was taken aback. It was only later that I realized that when the senior sister froze the crowd, she sealed their spiritual power to prevent them from exploding. Without the support of spiritual power, and the fact that the assassin's cultivation base was several realms lower than Jiang Mo's, he naturally had no resistance when facing her coercion, and he was lucky not to be crushed to death on the spot.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo quickly retracted the coercion, and this release and retraction was actually only a breath.

But this breath was too long for the targeted person, the kneeling assassin was already on all fours, dripping water all over his body. I don't know if it's the water droplets after the ice melted, or the cold sweat born at this moment.

Looking at the slightly trembling body of the other party, Jiang Mo felt uncomfortable, but soon she restrained this discomfort. She took two steps forward and poked the man's shoulder with her fingertips: "Hey, I..." I have something to ask you.

Before the words came out, the man made another "plop", and this time he was thrown into the ground.

Seeing this, Jiang Mo raised her forehead. She obviously hadn't done anything yet, but now this scene seemed like she had already beat someone up. But accidents happened again and again, and this time she had accepted it well. Seeing the other party throwing herself to the ground, she simply raised her foot and stepped on the other party's back, speaking directly and domineeringly like the king of the mountain: "Okay, don't pretend to be dead, I have something to ask you."

The man under his feet moved his arms, as if he wanted to prop up his body, but in the end, let alone supporting his body, he couldn't even move his arms. So he stopped struggling and lay down completely flat under Jiang Mo's feet, but he didn't respond to Jiang Mo's question either.

Jiang Mo knew this would happen, and a hint of ferocity flashed in his golden pupils.

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Jiang Mo tortured him again, the method was not bloody, but it was definitely not easy. However, the strange thing is that no matter how she interrogates and coerces her, the unlucky one who was chosen remains silent.

For a moment, Jiang Mo even suspected that he was unlucky enough to choose a mute.

But there are no mutes among monks. Even if the tongue is twisted off and the throat is poisoned and hoarse, there are many panaceas in the cultivation world that can restore people to their original state. So the other party simply refused to follow her, and would rather die than obey.

After all, Jiang Mo came from modern times, not a native of the cultivation world. She can learn **** and protect herself. So after using the limited methods, Jiang Mo immediately had no choice but to turn to the senior sister for help.

Yun Qingyue was not surprised by this situation. The little tiger looked fierce, but in fact it was just a bitch. She knew about it eighty years ago. She stepped forward and patted the little tiger on the back as if to comfort her. When she turned to face the man in black who was being tortured, she was as cold as ice.

The man in black, who was pretending to be dead, shuddered subconsciously, feeling something bad in his heart.

Facts have proved that his premonition was correct, because the senior sister made a move directly because she didn't talk too much. The first thing she did when she interrogated her was not to ask or put pressure on people, but to directly destroy the man in black. Meridians. The man in black held back, and didn't even hum, so Yun Qingyue abolished his second rule without further ado.

It wasn't until the meridians of the man in black were completely destroyed that Yun Qingyue asked the first sentence: "Who are you?"

The man in black was paralyzed on the ground at this moment, his whole body was convulsed and trembling unconsciously. After hearing Yun Qingyue's question, his whole body trembled unconsciously. After a short pause, he finally spoke for the first time, with a hoarse voice: "Jia Qi, my name is Jia Qi."

Yun Qingyue's eyes were cold and serious, and she didn't relax at all because the other party spoke. She continued to ask, "I'm asking about your identity."

The man in black shuddered again, and continued, "Loose cultivator."

Sanxiu is really the answer like panacea, but no one in the room believed his words, not even the simple junior brother of the Buddhist sect - those who have no sect, no influence, and no backer are called Sanxiu. Loose cultivators would not attack disciples of the Buddhist sect for no reason. From another perspective, rogue cultivators without a backing would not dare to attack these disciples of the big sect.

Yun Qingyue didn't believe the other party's words, and didn't bother to listen to his sophistry, so he raised his hand and destroyed another meridian of the other party. Then she spoke in a cold voice, every word seemed to be dropping ice balls: "This is the last meridian. What do you have left after that? Oh, there are root bones, Nascent Soul, and spiritual roots... "

She was born beautiful, even if her face was as cold as ice, it was still touching. However, when the red lips were slightly parted, the plain words came out, and the tone was not turbulent, but it made people's hearts chill.

What is the most important thing for monks? It's not even life, but cultivation, it's the way!

The injury of abolished meridians is very serious, and if the injury is not well healed, it will leave hidden dangers in the body, adding many obstacles to the road in the future. But then again, there are countless rare treasures in the realm of comprehension, and there are actually many panaceas to reshape the meridians. Although it takes a lot of time to recover, it is not too difficult. After all, many meridians were injured in fights.

If the root bone is damaged, it will be more difficult to repair than the meridians, but there are ways. The Nascent Soul is different, where the cultivation base of monks above the Nascent Soul realm converges, if the Nascent Soul is abolished, it basically means that the cultivation base is abolished. Those with better luck will fall to Jindan, and those with bad luck will directly fall to foundation building, qi refining, and even complete rebuilding.

As for the spiritual root, there is no need to mention it, that is the foundation of a monk's cultivation. A monk can practice because he has spiritual roots. Without spiritual roots, he is a mortal through and through.

And once the spiritual root is destroyed, unless it is the kind of son of destiny who is favored by heaven, there is almost no possibility of repairing it!

The man in black could feel the calmness in Yun Qingyue's words, and knew that she was not threatening, so he finally felt afraid. He can die, but he can't become a mortal, an ant at the mercy of others!

So he opened his mouth with a trembling voice: "Stop talking, I'll say..."