The little red candle went straight to Brother Lin and the others.

"Red Candle Girl, I'm so sorry that I didn't fulfill my promise to protect you. Eighth Brother Lin said, bowing and apologizing.

"The village chief can't help it. Little Red Candle hurriedly stepped forward to help Eighth Brother Lin up.

Then he said sincerely: "You don't have to blame yourself, you didn't break your promises, you are a person I respect and admire." This time, it was me who willingly walked out of the valley of forgetfulness, and it had nothing to do with anyone. ”

Little Red Candle's gaze swept in front of everyone and came to Hibiscus.

"Thank you, Sister Hibiscus, if it weren't for you and Brother Xu Yang helping me for the first time, I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago. ”

"Little red candle. Hibiscus whispered, tears in her eyes, and took the little red candle into her arms, as if she wanted to part with her sister.

Little Red Candle smiled and gently pushed away Hibiscus's embrace.

"Thank you to everyone here, everyone's kindness, the little red candle is in my heart, and I will repay it in the next life. ”

The little red candle came to Moth Ling again.

said: "Brother Moling, I know that you are not the general of my family, but you have an aura that is both familiar and strange to me. I know you didn't mean to hide it from me, but none of this matters, that's my fate. ”

"I, I'm ......," Moth Ling was speechless for a moment.

"Thank you. ”

With that, she turned around with a smile, looked up at the arrogant black sun in the sky, curled up the corners of her mouth with a touch of disdain, and then walked towards the location of the three ghost generals opposite.

One step, two steps, three steps......

In the sky, the haughty, indifferent black sun cast a leaping shadow behind her tiny body. Like a candle flickering in the wind, it is an unyielding life burning.

A group of people behind her, their eyes spitting fire and their fists clenched.

Maybe at this time, if one person takes the lead and rushes up, everyone will rush along with them.

The drunkard Xiao looked at the back of the little red candle gradually moving away, and suddenly felt that the departing back was so similar to his apprentice Xiao Yudi. It felt like a sharp awl piercing his heart.

"No!"

He couldn't help but blurt out, and the "green willow" sword in his hand buzzed, the green light flashed, and the sword intent suddenly appeared.

Immediately, he was like a willow and stepped out.

At this moment, the old village chief Lin Eighth Brother flashed and stretched out his arm to stop him.

"Brother Xiao, this defeat has been decided, and we still have hundreds of lives behind us. The matter has come to this point, please think twice about which is more important. Eighth Brother Lin looked at everyone and said pleadingly.

......

"It was the Emperor of Hades who ordered you to kill me. Nothing to do with anyone else, I'm here right now. Little Red Candle raised her head and said loudly without fear.

"Is the person we want to kill really this little girl in front of you?" said the ghost general Lijiao looked down at the inconspicuous little girl in front of him, and said suspiciously.

"When I came, Lord Hades handed me a Tunnel Mirror to try. ”

The ghost general Qingniu on the side said, his palm turned over, and there was a round bronze ancient mirror in his palm.

From time to time, the ancient mirror emitted a gurgling pale golden ghostly aura, but the mirror surface was deep black, as dark as night.

The ghost picked up the ancient mirror and shone it on the little red candle, and a black light spilled out from the ancient realm. Immediately, a flash of inspiration flashed on the dark mirror, revealing the face of a beautiful, dignified and noble woman.

"It's really her!"

When the ghost saw the reflection in the mirror, he said excitedly, and then put the mirror away.

"In that case, let me cut off her head. The ghost general purple lion said as he stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips.

"A mirror is not reliable, it's better to bring her back and let the Immortal General personally verify her identity, in case she is used to obstruct her eyes, it will not be a big mistake. The ghost general Lijiao is still a little suspicious of the identity of the person in front of him.

"Let's get her back now, lest Lord Hades can't wait. The ghost general Qingniu said.

"That's right, it would be safer to let Lord Hades personally confirm his identity. After all, this mission was personally instructed by the Emperor of the Underworld, and it should not be sloppy. The ghost general Purple Lion said, striding forward, about to capture the little red candle.

"Wishful thinking, if you want to take her away, you must first step on my moth's corpse!"

I don't know when, Moth Ling has been in front of the little red candle.

Although Moth Ling is not short in height, standing in front of the three ghost generals, she looks like an ordinary person with a tall beast.

He raised his eyebrows coldly, his clothes were windless, and his momentum did not let the other party at all.

"Look for death!"

Seeing this, the ghost general purple lion shouted, his eyes narrowed, and his right hand grabbed it forward. The five sharp armors on it suddenly swelled by three feet, like five heart-slashing blades, leaving five jet-black finger winds in the void.

"Poof!"

I don't know if it was too close, or if this guy made a move too quickly, the five sharp knife-like nails instantly pierced Mothling's chest.

Strangely, not a single trace of blood spilled from Mothling's stabbed body. The ghost general who launched the attack, the purple lion, also noticed something strange at the same time.

"Who the hell are you?" said the Purple Lion, whose eyes widened, in surprise.

"When you go to hell, you'll know the answer. ”

As soon as the words fell, Moth Ling stretched out her hands and grabbed the purple lion's outstretched wrist and grabbed it firmly.

At the same time, the pressure around him increased sharply, and the thick black cloth ribbon that was originally tied to his two palms jumped and bounced away in circles, like two black spirit snakes, quickly wrapping around the purple lion's wrists.

Circle by circle, layer by layer, wrap its arms into a large black zongzi.

The moth did not retreat but advanced, making the ghost general the purple lion defenseless, and it was too late to pull back the outstretched arm.

"The lore of the vein interception ghost hand - soul blood lock vein!"

I saw the blood light flickering on his two arms, and then two blood lines rushed along the black cloth belt.

Under the effect of the blood line, strange blood-red runes appeared on the black cloth belt.

"Not good!"

The ghost screamed secretly, and he only felt a strange force transmitted from the cloth belt tied to his arm, like thousands of steel needles piercing into the flesh and bones of his arm at the same time, the pain was unbearable, and it went straight into the soul.

In an instant, the meridians on his entire arm were sealed, as if they were petrified, and they didn't stop calling at all, and even the sharp nails that had grown so long before changed back to their original appearance and retreated from Mothling's chest.

What's even more terrifying is that this black cloth belt with blood-colored runes actually climbed up the arm of the ghost general purple lion at a rapid pace, and it has reached the shoulder.

After all, the ghost general Purple Lion is a ghost king who has endured the battlefield for a long time, and he immediately judged that his right arm has been restrained by the power of alien blood released by the moth.

In the underworld, most of the people who have the power of alien blood are nobles or mysterious families in the underworld.

The abilities exhibited by the power of the blood varies. Or brute force, or burning, or hypnosis, and so on. And the ability of Mothling's alien blood power is to temporarily freeze the opponent's meridians and souls.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the ghost general Purple Lion ignored the severe pain in his right arm.

"Ahh

He screamed, and reached out his other left hand and grabbed Mothling's head. Don't look at it as a simple grab, at least eight successes have been blessed. With his Daoming Realm's cultivation, it was enough to crush Mothling's head at once.

Moth Ling seemed to have been prepared, and seeing that there was no chance to completely seal the meridians and divine souls of the other party's body, a cold light flashed in her eyes.

The mouth was interrupted and shouted: "Burst!"

The sound fell, and the black cloth burst with blood.

"Bang!", and the black cloth belt wrapped around the purple lion's entire right arm burst open.

The black cloth ribbon exploded into countless tiny fragments, which were mixed with the minced meat and bone residue that the ghost had turned the purple lion's entire arm into, turning up a large blood mist.

A pungent smell of blood and a foul smell filled a large area of space nearby.

"Wow!"

The ghost made a strange roar of the purple lion, and the whole person kicked backwards and retreated a few big steps before standing firm.

His left hand covered the shoulder of the lost entire right arm, grinning his teeth, sweating profusely, the corners of his mouth were dyed red, and his ugly face was like a wet rag that had been twisted several times, and he couldn't bear to look at it.

At this time, he only felt a sharp pain in his soul, as if he had been cut by a chainsaw, as if he was about to leave his body in the next moment.

He forced his composure, urged his body, and recited subtle mantras in his mouth.

His severed arm was like a snake tumbling over his severed arm. In a moment, a brand new arm grew. But his whole person's aura fell a lot in an instant.

At this time, the moth Ling, the blood around her body was bright and dark, and the state of the person was also sluggish.

The move "Soul Blood Lock Vein" just now was originally Mothling's life-fighting move.

He invaded the opponent's body through a special blood spell, used the power of the alien blood on it to lock the opponent's meridians and souls, and then blew up the blood soul to carry out a suicidal attack.

The moth who stood there trembled slightly, but never took a step back. His soul had already been burned out by his own life-fighting trick just now, and it had caused his longevity to be greatly reduced.

For a short time, there was no force to launch a second wave of attacks.

He knew that with his current ability, he couldn't stop the three ghost generals in front of him at the same time. But even if you fight for your life, you can't watch the little red candle being taken away by them.

All this happened too suddenly, and the ghost general Purple Lion was instantly injured.

By the time Qingniu and Lijiao on the side came to their senses, it was too late. He screamed and pounced on Mothling.

At this time, Moth Ling had no ability to dodge the attack launched by the two, and was clamped by the big hands of the two at once.

Like mad dogs, the two of them relied on the brute strength of ghosts and spirits to keep tearing open the body of the moth with their claws like iron pincers.

Pieces of torn clothes and flesh were thrown out, and it was terrible to see. But strangely, there was still not a trace of blood.

And throughout the whole process, Moling never said a word.

"No!"

The little red candle not far behind Moth Ling exclaimed as she looked at everything that was happening in front of her.

There was a look of horror in her eyes, and her whole body suddenly collapsed, and she fell to her knees and covered her face with her hands.

Although she knew that Moth Ling was not her family mate, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity between her and Moth Girl from the moment she saw her in the Forgotten Lands.

Furthermore, she treats Moth Ling as her own relative. At this moment, seeing Moth Ling being torn apart by the other party, how could her heart bear it.

Suddenly, Qingniu and Lijiao stopped. Because the two of them found that the moth in front of them who had their arms and shoulders torn off alive was lifeless.

"He's just a dead man. ”

"A zombie puppet, to be exact. ”

"Where's his body?"

The two of them discover the secret of Mothling, whose body is simply a zombie puppet.

Just when the two were full of doubts, the blood on Mothling's tragic body flickered, and the power of foreign blood reappeared.

Qingniu and Lijiao had just seen the purple lion before and suffered the loss of this alien blood, and hurriedly retreated two feet away.

"Bang!"

A red phantom flew out of Mothling's miserable body.

The blood shadow flickered, and it turned out to be a fist-sized blood-red heart, hovering there eerily.

"Poof, poof. ”

It's beating and full of life.

"This heart is what he is. ”

"Don't let him run. ”

"We killed him together. The ghost general Purple Lion, who had just recovered some vitality, shouted.

Immediately, the three ghost generals rushed up again.

"Puff pass! puff pass ......"

The heart hovering in mid-air was beating faster and faster.