Jian Wushuang's pupils condensed, and his breathing became a little heavy.
The piece of jade that caught his eye was the Heavenly Character Pattern Bone Armor that he had been searching for without success.
At this moment, the figure holding this piece of bone armor was none other than Lady Yinling who had been staying by Young Master Mo's side.
Jian Wushuang subconsciously reached out to grab it, but the silver bell suddenly retracted his hand.
"Do you really need this thing?" Yin Ling waved the bone armor in her hand and looked at him playfully.
Jian Wushuang, who had almost recovered, lifted himself up from the ground and stared at her closely.
"This thing is of no use to me, but it seems that you need it very much," Yin Ling said slowly, "I can give it to you, but you have to agree to a condition."
"Say." Jian Wushuang frowned.
Yin Ling nodded, "The condition is very simple, take me away from here and never set foot here again."
Jian Wushuang, who originally had no intention of exchanging terms, nodded directly after hearing this simple news, "Yes, I promise you."
Yin Ling smiled, but when he reached over, he quickly stuffed the bone armor in his hand into his chest.
"I can't give it to you now. If you change your mind temporarily, I will be the unlucky one," Yin Ling said seriously, "So I can't give this thing to you until I completely leave Beitian Xianzhou."
When Jian Wushuang heard this, he didn't express too much. Now another piece of sky-shaped bone armor was in front of him, which greatly saved his energy.
At the same time, facing such a simple request, you can exchange it for a piece of bone armor, and you won't have to kill again.
Although she might be a burden or a destabilizing factor, Jian Wushuang had decided to take her away.
He reached out and took out a few black mountain crystals and stuffed them into his mouth to quickly nourish the newly recovered meridians. He said, "You wait here for now. I will go back and pick you up later."
Yin Ling shook her head directly and said, "No, I'll go with you. The variables are too great now. It might be safer to stay with you."
Jian Wushuang had no choice but to ignore her and directly rushed towards the sky.
Although he wanted to retaliate against Di Qing who had severely injured him, the gap between the two was really too big. It would obviously be unwise to seek revenge at all costs right now.
Jian Wushuang took a deep look at Di Qing and prepared to fetch Chen Qing and Chun Qiu.
At this moment, he glanced at the hibiscus tree from the corner of his eye.
Behind the frightened Young Master Mo, a ghostly figure appeared quietly.
Perhaps sensing the strange aura behind him, Young Master Mo subconsciously turned his body.
A cold light flashed through, and the majestic force directly crushed half of his body into powder.
Screams resounded.
"Di Zun, save me!"
But right now, Di Qing was in a fight with the two Dayan Immortals, and it was difficult for him to get out of his way, let alone rush to help like before.
If he hadn't turned around subconsciously, just that sneak attack would have been enough to make him disappear.
Half of Gongzi Mo's body was completely broken, and he collapsed under the hibiscus tree, his face ashen.
And that ghost-like figure slowly walked up to him, holding a real sword in his hand.
The ghostly figure wears a ferocious mask, but judging from the figure, she is a woman.
Obviously, she was the one who caused serious damage to Gongzi Mo.
As if feeling the imminent danger, Gongzi Mo calmed down from his initial panic and began to fight back desperately.
He used his only remaining arm to release the majestic energy and blast it towards the ghostly figure.
But the next moment, she drew her sword and cut off the remaining arm of Master Mo.
The ghost figure didn't want to talk nonsense at all. After cutting off one of his arms, he activated his majestic power to destroy his immortal source.
Changes occur suddenly!
The majestic momentum was suddenly cut off before it could touch Gongzi Mo's immortal source, and then, together with the ghostly figure, they were trapped by a strange force.
It’s Di Qing again!
He is so terrifying that he can easily trap a Immortal with just a wave of his hand.
The ghost figure obviously did not expect this scene, and by the time it reacted, it was already too late.
Di Qing grabbed her, obviously intending to crush her immortal source directly from the air.
At this moment, Jian Wushuang's figure suddenly appeared, holding an invisible sword, and directly cut off all connections between the ghost's figure and Di Qing.
Di Qing's eyes suddenly condensed, as if he had seen something incredible, and he was obviously extremely surprised that Jian Wushuang was still alive.
But he could no longer escape. Facing these two seemingly vulnerable but extremely difficult Dayan Immortals, he could not use his full strength, so he could only confront them like this.
Because once Di Qing uses an even more supreme force, his unique aura will inevitably spread throughout Beitian Xianzhou. If Heaven is really aware of it, his only fate will be surrender or death.
Therefore, he couldn't use all his strength at all and could only stay in a stalemate like this.
Although the life and death of Gongzi Mo are not in Di Qing's heart, the enlightenment dojo and some conditions he can provide are still extremely generous.
The Zhenwu bloodline, which inherits all creatures in the world and is transformed into it, is the most ancient and top-notch existence no matter how the avenue flows.
As for Di Qingwu, who has practiced meditation so far, he has cultivated nine true feathers. With one more one, he will be able to understand the destiny of the emperor and ascend to the throne.
Therefore, he cannot make any mistakes now, nor can Gongzi Mo, who provides him with the dojo and resources.
Jian Wushuang and Di Qing looked at each other coldly and pulled the ghost figure back without any fear.
The ghost figure struggled slightly unnaturally, but after realizing that it was in vain, he simply allowed himself to be pulled.
Returning to the huge hibiscus tree, Jian Wushuang slowly let out a breath.
Waving his arms to break free from Jian Wushuang's hand, the ghostly figure with a mask raised his sword and came to Master Mo.
Perhaps after a series of fierce battles, the mask strap behind the ghost figure's hair suddenly fell off, and then the entire black gold mask fell down.
The black hair fell down, revealing a beautiful, delicate, and somewhat pale cheek.
"Is it you?!" Jian Wushuang blurted out subconsciously when he saw this extremely recognizable cheek, "Zheng Ying?"
This woman with a beautiful and delicate face was the same woman Jian Wushuang met on a sea area at the beginning of Dayan Huan, and during the great voyage of Chunqiu escorting the Black Mountain spar, not long after defeating the giant sea Tianzhang.
The unconscious woman who arrived.
When the ghostly figure heard the word Zheng Ying, he was shocked. He obviously didn't expect that someone could call her name in a place like this.