It's just that he has only survived the first wave of attacks, and Lan Ling is already at the end of the canopy, so he doesn't have the ability to do it a second time.

She turned around with a "whoosh", looked at Mao Mian with gloomy eyes, and the killing intent in her eyes suddenly appeared.

Mao seemed to take up arms as a defense: "Little Daoyou, what does this mean?"

At this moment, shouldn't they be united and united with the outside world? Why are they fighting in the nest?

The blue sword in Lan Ling's hand shook, and he said in a cold tone: "Human nature can't stand the test, in order to prevent future troubles, you might as well die!"

Only when she dies will the bag not fall into the hands of this person, and she will not have to worry about changing hands.

This trick has been awakened by any at this time, and it is no longer a dead thing from before, and it is useless to take it.

The people of the Divine Spirit Sect regarded it as a treasure of the Zhen Sect, and after studying it for hundreds of years, no one could find the correct posture to open the treasure bag.

Now it's different, as long as anyone with more spiritual consciousness than any of them picks up this bag, they can wipe out any of the spiritual imprints, so that the bag changes hands.

And the old man in front of him, he is in this world, but he is the leader in the cultivation world, the top existence, and he can easily do it.

Don't look at the two of them are now as close as grandchildren, and there are endless killings and treasures in the cultivation world, who knows if this person can resist the temptation (. . . Confused?

Therefore, she must not take risks, only by killing Mao Xian can she prevent future troubles.

Lan Ling's eyes seemed to have thorns, and his hairs stood up all over his body.

"Girl, let's have something to say, let's fight off these demonic beasts first, okay?"

Mao seemed to say this, but he was a little convinced.

Lan Ling didn't buy it, and snorted coldly, "Hmph! Don't blame me! If you want to blame, blame you for not appearing at this time!"

"Die!"

Lan Ling's blue sword emitted a blue light visible to the naked eye, and it struck Mao Yan like a thunderbolt at the heart, vowing his life.

Mao seemed to be a master of the spirit transformation level, he was actually a lot slower, and he didn't have time to blink his eyes, and he saw that the sword qi was still a long distance away, and the clothes in his heart had already broken open with a "beep".

The sword qi alone is already terrifying, and when that sword strikes, it will definitely give him a heart-warming experience!

Immediately afterwards, the fur appeared to be open and fleshy, and blood was flying.

Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and Mao looked like a lamb to the slaughter, standing there stunned and unable to resist, only waiting for death!

Just as the tip of the sword slipped in inch by inch, and was about to touch his heart, he heard that any of them, who had already been unconscious, suddenly sat up and shouted with tears in his eyes, "Don't!"

Something strange happened, and all of a sudden, time stopped, space stopped, and everything was in a state of immobility, maintaining its previous appearance, and even breathing seemed to be stagnant.

Lan Ling's face was still stuck in Mao's chest, but he didn't go any further.

In the whole field, the only one who can still breathe is any one.

He didn't seem to have any pain in his heart at this time, and he was fine, he didn't have time to wipe the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, he got up with his bones, moving his stiff hair, keeping him away from Lan Ling's attack.

Immediately afterwards, he snatched the sword from Lan Ling's hand.

"Uh...... What should I do? I can't even move!"

Touching his head for a while, he didn't know what was wrong with this world, so he had to focus on the demonic beasts around him.

"Okay...... Right now...... What should I do? hehe......"

He took the sword of the blue spirit and looked at the demonic beasts that looked down on him with bad intentions.

After taking a deep breath, he bravely charged it, cut it when he caught it, and killed it when he encountered it, like a butcher, he kept waving the sword in his hand.

After all, he is a young man with strong blood, although he vomited a little blood just now, the strange thing is that he is not false at all, he is slashed and killed for half a sound, and he still looks like a dragon and a tiger.

Mountains of corpses were left at the scene, covered with blood, at least half a foot thick of earth.

In the end, he was so tired that he leaned against a tree, wheezing and complaining, "Tired grandpa, where are so many beasts......?"

"You, you, you, you......" The blue sword in his hand pointed at the dense beasts in front of him, "Isn't it fierce? It's not the soul of the master's subordinates, waiting for me to rest enough, I will definitely let you all die!"

His last sentence was particularly comfortable and resentful, probably because he had been suppressed for too long, and the fierceness in his bones was also mixed in his tone.

As a result, when he had enough breath and was about to raise his sword to fight again, a funny scene appeared, and all the demonic beasts, as far as his eyes could see, all died inexplicably.

There was no killing, so he fell straight to the ground, his red eyes were closed, his expression was actually a little calm, and he returned to the appearance of a beast.

Ren was taken aback, "Say it's dead, it's dead, it's ...... By what means?"

As if thinking of something, he covered his mouth a little frightened, and a doubt floated in his heart, "It won't be ~~~ What I just said, right?"

It was as if he had discovered some amazing new world, and his heart was pounding.

Lan Ling and Mao seem to be such strong people, they can be stopped by him with a word, so many ferocious demonic beasts, if they say they die, they will die, this is simply against the sky!

When did he become so powerful?

He couldn't believe the scene in front of him, he swallowed his saliva and shouted at the big tree behind him, "Burn it!"

No response.

"Give me death!"

The branches of the big tree were luxuriant, and not a single leaf had fallen off.

"It's broken! Broken into slag! Turned into firewood!"

......

"Ahem...... "Because of the exertion, I choked on my own saliva.

Dashu was so faceless, he pouted and changed to a test subject.

Walking up to Lan Ling, looking at the delicate face, he opened his mouth and closed it, closed it and opened it, and after repeating it several times, he couldn't remember to say anything anyway, so he had to give up and turn to Mao Xian.

"Uncle, you always use your hands and feet!"

Mao appears to be like a puppet of clay sculpture, indifferent.

"That'...... Let's close our eyes and sleep, shall we?"

His eyes widened. It's almost bald, and it's indescribably scary.

After waiting for a few breaths, there was still no response, and Ren had to give up his efforts and said self-deprecatingly: "Huh...... I'll just say, how can there be so many miracles in the world, it turns out to be just a coincidence!"

His original excitement was like being poured a bucket of ice water, wow cool, wow cool.

Now that there was no threat, he reluctantly threw the sword in his hand into the bag and took Lan Ling into it.

Then he put the hair on his shoulders and hurried down the mountain.