A purple spell came down from the broken stone wall and hit Fanqing, who was about to go up.

After the scorched smoke passed, it didn't leave a single scar on Lu's body. Most of the spells are useless for the zombies who have cultivated into the Devil, and they don't hurt or itch. However, it seems that those mortals above are really in a hurry to kill him, and this is already uncontrollable.

Fanqing squinted his eyes and jumped up, passing through the broken stone wall, his whole body bathed in the sunlight that he had not seen for a long time.

At this time, the contemplation of the mind is completely like having experienced a great catastrophe, and everywhere you see is ruins.

The open space engraved with the formation was even more shattered, and it looked like it was crumbling and about to fall down at any time.

It was not only the sun that greeted Fanqing, but also the attacks from Zhuang Feng and Chu Qiu.

The ice-blue sword light slashed towards Fanqing, but Fanqing dodged it with his head slightly, leaving a piece of broken hair.

Fanqing's hand turned crimson, and it stretched out in the shape of a claw to the Taoist priest holding the sword, and before it could touch it, it suddenly shrunk, but the excessively long nails were inevitably cut off by the purple sword.

If he had been a little later, it might have been his hand that would have been cut off. He looked at the purple-clothed man holding the purple sword with a gloomy face, his eyes cold and vicious.

The man in purple was unmoved, pulled a sword flower, and a mocking smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

Fanqing looked at the man in front of him vigilantly, he couldn't tell if this man in purple was a human or something else, but instinctively sensed danger.

A slender and simple sword stabbed at Fanqing with an ice-blue light, and he quickly retreated, but he hit something, and his back actually burned.

Only then did he notice that the area was covered by some black transparent walls of light, and some of the lines on those walls were faintly glowing.

Before he had time to think about it, he grabbed the sword in the hand of the Taoist priest who rushed over, and turned his claw into the heart of the man in front of him with one hand.

Claw against a spell, turning his hand into a bloody blur.

Lu hurriedly fled to the side, and just now, he noticed the seven-petal yin and yang lotus cultivated in the sleeve of the Taoist priest.

"It's the Taoist priest of Taiqing Mountain," he lowered his head and smiled, "The seven-petal Yin Yang Lotus is only qualified to be used by the next head of the sect." ”

"Now that the future head of Taiqing Mountain is so weak, his steps are vain, and his sword heart is uncertain, are you planning to kill me with your delicate eyes?"

In the face of Lu's taunt, Chu Qiu didn't seem to hear it, he held the newly replaced Yuhua sword, which was still a little uncomfortable, and ran towards Lu with the purple-clothed man beside him.

Bi Yuewu, who was anxiously watching the battle on the side, listened to what Lu said to Chu Qiu, and looked at the sword in Chu Qiu's hand fixedly.

She actually noticed Chu Qiu's sword very early, and recalled in her ears what Zhuang Feng had said to her before, it was she who broke Chu Qiu's sword, so that he was now broken in the Dao heart, and his cultivation was a big step behind.

She bit her lower lip with difficulty, looked at Zhuang Feng and Chu Qiu, who were gradually slowing down, and began to resent herself.

Although Lu was awakened by Cheng Xueyi, she also had a part of the responsibility, which should have been solved by her. But now she could only watch her companion fight desperately, and she cowered in a safe place.

Why! Why can't she be stronger? If she had been stronger, she wouldn't have been holding back, she wouldn't have watched her companions get hurt and be powerless.

Over there, Chu Qiu gradually felt that the purple-clothed man beside him was swinging his sword more and more slowly, and the light on the sword was getting dimmer and dimmer.

"You ......" He remembered that when he was in the Wang family before, this person suddenly couldn't use spells.

"How long is it left?" Zhuang Feng stared at the red-haired Lu with his eyes, and his words were indeed directed at the Taoist priest he hated.

"Half a pillar of incense. ”

"Okay, I'll just give you half a pillar of incense. ”

In fact, not long ago, Zhuang Feng felt that the mana in his body was flowing rapidly, and his soul was also being torn apart.

How at this time!

The tearing power is getting stronger and stronger, and he has to be distracted to resist the tearing of the soul while also holding back the Lu in front of him with the Taoist priest.

At most, he can only hold half a pillar of incense, and if the Taoist priest's method has not worked after half a pillar of incense, he can only leave with the little zombie.

His eyes couldn't help but glance at the little zombie outside the black wall, but he saw that something was wrong with her. The rabbit mask was hiding her face tightly, but he just knew there was something wrong with her. It was also this distraction that caused the claws of the opposite Lu to dig into his abdomen.

A woman's voice came from the side, which made Zhuang Cover's face cold.

The blood spell he signed with the baby zombie will cause the enchanted to endure the physical pain of the caster. He had never thought it was anything before, but now listening to the shouts not far away, he began to regret his decision to sign the Blood Curse in the first place.

It's just that at this moment, he doesn't have the strength to take care of so much, and the pain in his soul and physical injuries make him start to wander his mind.

Chu Qiu blocked Lu's attack on Zhuang Feng, and he stood with his sword in his hand, standing tall as a bamboo.

But only he knows that he is now at the end of his crossbow and may fall at any moment.

Before, his natal immortal sword was broken, and his resentment invaded his Dao heart, and his cultivation was already a big loss.

Without Zhuang Feng's containment, Fanqing was at ease in the face of Chu Qiu's attack.

He began to act like a beast teasing his prey, not in a hurry to kill the other at once, but to inflict wounds on the other little by little, watching the other become more and more wolf under his claws.

His paws grabbed Chu Qiu's neck and pressed it against the black wall, looking at Chu Qiu's painful appearance, he laughed heartily.

These guys, just because of this ability, are still trying to kill themselves, and they are really beyond their own strength.

Do they think he was really trapped by the broken formation below? How could it be just that kind of formation that could trap a Lu?

He's because ...... What is he ...... for? Refusing to come out?

Fanqing's thoughts suddenly began to blur, and he looked at the black wall beside the Taoist priest, and the lines on it that made him feel familiar crossed the black streamer.

Looking at the gradually lightened strength, Chu Qiu knew that his deliberate act of exposing the dawn to attract the other party's attention to the black wall was indeed right.

Lu's eyes were now slightly squinted, as if he was looking through the black wall.

Chu Qiu's mouth began to recite a strange and awkward spell, and this spell came out of his mouth and entered Lu's chest.

Another wooden thorn appeared on Lu □□'s smooth skin, and he was unconscious, and his whole body fell into memories.

"Why did you suddenly invite us to drink. A man smiled and poured the three glasses in front of him.

The scarlet-clothed girl with an extra red mark between her eyebrows stretched her waist and said, "Celebrate my succession as the national teacher from the master." ”

He knew that she held a national teacher ceremony yesterday. He had been watching her from the back of the crowd, watching her receive the red mark representing her status as a national teacher from her master. She was adopted by the national teacher, and she was originally cultivated as the next national teacher. Her previous strange spells were also spells handed down from Jue.

Instead of using a hairpin today, she braided her hair in two beautiful braids, tied with charms he couldn't read, and some extremely delicate peanut-sized bells. The bell swayed as the owner stretched his waist, and the sound seemed to beat his heart.

The little Taoist priest on the side took the lead in raising his glass and said, "Then the poor Taoist will first salute our national teacher Xinzi of Jue Kingdom." After saying that, he took a sip of the whole glass of wine, and as soon as he swallowed it, he coughed violently.

Xin Zi patted the little Taoist priest on the back and said, "Little Taoist priest, aren't you quite good at drinking? Why did you become like this today?"

He quietly swallowed the wine in the cup without a drop, and watched the little Taoist priest gradually calm down, he said with a smile: "Feng Xun is afraid that he was in a hurry to drink just now." ”

He looked at the little Taoist priest in front of him who looked a little flustered and said, "Is it, Feng Xun?"

"Yes. The little Taoist priest nodded.

Xin Zi didn't think much about it, she also picked up her wine glass, and said to him with some sighs: "Fanqing, you have really changed a lot now. ”

"Hmm, is there one?" his hand under the table clenched into a fist involuntarily.

"Of course, I remember the first time I saw you, you were wrapped in stinky rags, and you followed Feng Xun tightly, for fear that Feng Xun would leave you behind," an unknown emotion flashed in her eyes, "Now in the blink of an eye, you are already so powerful, and you have all cultivated into a ruin." ”

"Well, thanks to Feng Xun's ancient book, there is a formation on how to raise zombies. When he said the word "Feng Xun", he was a little awkward.

"Ah, yes," sighed the maiden, "come, keep drinking, this wine is the best tavern in the capital, and you can't drink it anywhere else." ”

After a few glasses of wine, the already small wine jar was divided among the three.

Xin Zi looked at him and was a little strange: "Fanqing, don't you usually drink alcohol? ”

He lowered his head slightly, looking a little embarrassed, and lowered his voice and said, "I also practiced some alcohol in private." ”

"Yes. Xinzi lowered her head, and when she raised her head again, she had already put away her happy smile.

"Flourishing. ”

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became cold, and the laughter and laughter of the previous drink suddenly seemed to become an illusion.

He said "grace" for some reason, but he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

She lowered her head again, as if unwilling to face him.

Cold words spat out of her mouth: "Why do you want to let Jue Kingdom have a great drought?"

I ...... "He didn't!"

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them all at once. He was like a dumb man, anxious to speak, but could not utter a word. It may be said that he is not even as dumb as being dumb, and he can still make "ahhh

Xin Zi didn't notice his abnormality because she lowered her head, and when she heard his words, she thought he was trying to quibble, so she sighed and said, "Feng Xun has already sued me." ”

His eyes fell on the little Taoist, but he saw that the little Taoist showed him a very hateful-looking smile.

The little Taoist priest stood up and looked condescendingly at the fallen Lu.

Xinzi also found that something was wrong, and she sharply asked the Taoist priest beside her: "What did you do?"

The little Taoist's face was also full of pain, and he couldn't even hide the sadness in his voice.

"I can't help it, he has already killed so many people, if I don't kill him, I'm afraid he will become more and more difficult in the future. He's not something we can get rid of by ordinary means, that's all I can do. ”

The little Taoist priest lowered his eyes and continued: "He was trained by me, and every qiē is my mistake. Then it will be up to me to get rid of him, relieve the great drought in Jue Kingdom, and save innocent lives. ”

He felt the pain in his body on the ground, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart as he listened to the words of the man's crown spring.

It seems that this qiē is all a conspiracy of the man, and he poured a qiē dirty water on him in order to get rid of him.

His eyelids closed uncontrollably, and his sanity began to dissipate.

The little Taoist priest looked at Lu who was no longer struggling on the ground, and comforted the scarlet-clothed girl beside him.

“...... Don't be sad......"

Before he could finish speaking, his black-haired hands grabbed him by the neck and dragged him into the air.

"You don't really think I'm going to die because of your tricks?"

The little Taoist priest looked at the monster in front of him with wide eyes, it was a monster covered with black hair, a human face and a beast body, and one hand and one leg.

It's this monster with a green face and a green voice.