Xiangge Bieyuan.

Back hall.

The bead curtain is half rolled, and the embroidered tent is lightly covered.

Among the elegant and elegant furnishings, in the open space, the sword spirit with nine heads in blood robes was half-kneeling on the ground, concentrating on skinning the flame-eyed wing tiger.

The slender catkins are gently scratched, and the tiger skin, which is invulnerable to water and fire, is like an orange peel, easily separated from the flesh and blood.

The control of the sword spirit was exquisite, and its movements were like flowing clouds and water, extremely smooth. With a continuous squeaking sound, the entire animal skin was soon separated from the body of the Flame-Eyed Winged Tiger.

The tiger skin was oily and smooth, plump and fluffy. Except for the crack when Pei Ling took out the spine, there was no damage. The whole ruffian was perfect and flawless.

The skin does not require any processing at the moment. As long as the magic is used to skim off the blood foam, it will become a practical and beautiful foot pad.

Dao Ling looked at his masterpiece, but shook his head slightly, and the head in the middle said: "The master's foot pads cannot be so mediocre."

The first head on the right is also the leader, saying in a sweet tone: "Master's foot pads must be unique!"

The first head on the left shouted hysterically: "The master's foot pad cannot lack the sword intent!

The second head on the right has a violent expression: "The master's foot pads must be bloody and brutal to show the master's majesty!"

The second head on the left roared and roared: "The master's foot pads must be filled with my traces, so that they can always remind those humble creatures who dare to approach the master that the Nine Souls will always defend the master!!"

As he spoke, Dao Ling immediately started to chop up the piece of animal skin.

Looking at the dilapidated and miserable tiger skin in front of him, every crack and damage was full of tiger skin with the intention of the sword. The sword spirit felt that it was still not enough.

With a thought in his mind, he reached out and drew the air, and immediately took out the tiger bones, blood, and internal organs from the body of the flame-eyed winged tiger...

After a messy operation, a pile of flesh and blood, organ fragments, fur residue, condensed sword intent, and things filled with resentment appeared in the open space.

The flesh, flesh, and organs seemed to still be alive. As they trembled, purple-black blood gurgled out, making it look horrifying and horrifying.

It contains an indescribable power, giving people a sense of chaos and malice.

Dao Ling nodded with satisfaction. The foot pad was ready and ready to be given to the owner!

The owner will love her craftsmanship!

So Dao Ling picked up the foot mat that was still dripping with blood and walked towards the front hall.

Not long after, she came to the main hall.

At this time, Pei Ling had just collected the corpses of the other four monsters.

"Master!" Upon seeing his master, Daoling immediately stepped forward happily.

Pei Ling turned back to look at Dao Ling and saw that he was carefully holding a mass of blood and flesh in his hands, and couldn't help but nodded slightly.

Dao Ling didn't make a foot pad, but made a... lantern?

Well, it still looks very Holy Sect style.

Of course, those are just redundant materials anyway, so Jiu Po ​​can do whatever he wants.

Thinking of this, Pei Ling was about to praise when Dao Ling immediately said: "Master, the foot pads are ready. Do you think they look good or not?"

This is...a floor mat??

Pei Ling's face was startled. After he realized what he was doing, he immediately carefully looked at the "foot pad" in front of him.

This thing looks like a lantern, like a ball of meat, like a blood cell, like...

It’s just... forget it, it’s not a big deal if the foot pads are a bit novel. Maybe they can use them next time when I have a battle with Si Hong Qingyan...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling immediately smiled and said, "Well done! Very good! I'm very satisfied!"

Daolington was extremely happy, and the nine heads said one after another: "The master is so good! I really want to be with the master all the time and never be separated!"

"Hmm...Master...Ah, Master..."

"Master! I want to make another footpad for you!!!" "I want to be by your master's side at all times..."

Listening to the shouts of the sword spirit, Pei Ling smiled slightly and immediately put the foot pad away. Then he stretched out his hand and took the remaining monster bones out of thin air. After sealing them, he put them into storage.

In the bag.

After making all preparations, Pei Ling said: "Okay, let's go to a place.

"Yes! Master!"

※※※A few days later.

Han An Sword Sect.

Five Colored Valley.

The original location of the valley and surrounding mountains has been changed beyond recognition.

An abyss appeared out of thin air, filled with smoke and dust.

The glazed abyss wall reflects all kinds of brilliance, and the sharpness and domineering intertwined of sword intent and sword intent are steaming and lingering, making all living things avoid it and dare not approach it at all.

Light rain falls.

In the mid-air, a beautiful figure in a plain dress stands alone in the air. Her green silk stockings are high and tied with a wooden hairpin inserted at an angle. Her light green skirt is fluttering in the wind. Her temperament is clear and slightly cold, like a snow lotus standing on the top of a mountain, blooming quietly.

Its spiritual thoughts spread out mightily to prevent any danger from approaching.

Queen Liu Gu, who was here to protect the Dharma before, left the day before yesterday.

Right now, there are only her and the one in the abyss...

Yan Sichun lowered his long eyelashes, feeling the entangled sword intent and knife intent below, and his expression was extremely solemn.

The sect master's sword intention has always been pure and concise, invincible in destroying everything, and can overcome all obstacles wherever it goes.

And the sword intention of the Saint Son of Chongming Sect was unyielding and domineering.

No matter how high the mountains are, no matter how far the rivers are, no matter how high the mountains are, no matter how high the mountains are, no matter how far you are from love or hate, I will kill you with one blow!

Its edge is so sharp that it is not inferior to the sword intention of the sect master.

At present, the Five Color Valley, due to the battle between the two, has become a sword abyss full of sword intent.

Without more than a thousand years of time, the sword intent and sword intent here will not dissipate.

In the future, with a little arrangement, this place can be used for future generations to experience and gain insights...

Just as he was thinking about it, a brilliant sword intent suddenly shot up from the bottom of the abyss into the sky!

Above the sky, the clouds suddenly cleared, the fog dispersed, and the rain stopped.

Immediately, a crow-green figure stepped out from the bottom of the abyss, and in an instant he was standing in the sky, overlooking thousands of rivers and mountains.

His robes were torn, the blood stains were as dry as ink, and his injuries had not yet recovered, but he was majestic and majestic. As he looked around, the powerful aura made Yan Sichun, who was also in the Hedao stage, feel heart palpitations.

She was startled for a moment, and then she realized it was the late stage of Hedao!

The sect leader’s cultivation level has reached a breakthrough!

Thinking of this, Yan Sichun immediately stepped forward and said happily: "Congratulations, Master, for your improvement in cultivation."

"It seems that the sect master has benefited a lot from this battle!"

He Fulqiong also looked at Yan Sichun, nodded slightly, and then said: "Pei Ling is indeed a good opponent."

After saying this, he asked again, "Has the battle between Pei Ling and the master of Jiuyi Mountain started?"

Yan Sichun shook his head slightly and said, "It hasn't started yet."

"Pei Ling entered the territory of Jiuyi Mountain a few days ago, but the owner of the mountain is in retreat and is unable to fight."

"This battle still needs to wait for some days."
Chapter completed!