Jue Ze wanted to get out, but the illusion was more complicated than he expected, the chattering wolf roar, and the iceberg that never faded. Retreating in the sky was Lin Xi's shouting voice, "Zihan, wake up!"

Her hysterical shouts were of no avail, so she plucked the blue hairpin from her head and used her own blood as a drain. If you are doomed to death, you can't escape the end. That struggle is the attachment and respect for life.

Lin Xi's whole person was hollowed out, she once used the content of the cheats given by He Shu and Chen Lao to control her blood flow rate, and there was a moment when the blood veins were still, and then when she wanted to control it to open, she found that everything was fruitless, the blood veins were still coagulated, and if the heart was always out of blood, then she would be suffocated alive.

She surrounded herself like a cicada chrysalis with blue beads to absorb oxygen so that she could be smooth.

Lin Xi's facial expression twitched, her brows were crowded together, her face was pale, and her fiercely bitten lip flowed hot blood.

The black power was covered with dark clouds, like smoke and turned into beautiful strange flowers, and the prototype slowly converged into the appearance of the Xuanming Grass, which began to absorb the blood from Lin Xi's wound, and the force of the absorption was so great that it kept knocking on the blue bead barrier.

Boom.

Knock knock.

Knock knock.

The rhythm of the violent impact became more and more frequent, until there were traces of the eggshell shattering, and the demonic energy crept in through the cracks, absorbing her blood.

She saw Zi Han slowly put down by the demonic qi, his soul recovered, and he opened his eyes.

"Zihan, save me!" Lin Xi used his last bit of strength to shout hard, the voice was like a quail, sharp but subtle.

The moment Zihan stood up, the whole person was full of demonic energy, and the pupils of his eyes were the sharp eyes of the wolf king, indifferent and cruel. He was indifferent to Lin Xi's struggle, and walked in front of him step by step.

"Zi Han, wake up!" Lin Xi's faint voice, she found Zi Han's different expression and aura.

"I'm sober, Linxi. Zi Han's voice was still familiar and warm, "Master Xuanming is never a person, but a demonic mystery, and Lin Shangde's stubborn stone has half of it. ”

At this time, there was a circulating cyclone, and the moment Lin Xi's bright red blood left the blue pillar of light, it was directly absorbed by the black Xuanming Grass, and Zihan absorbed the Xuanming Power decomposed by the Xuanying Grass.

"Why are you?" Lin Xi muttered to herself at this time, and she couldn't make any sound.

"Lin Xi. His voice was cold, "Did you know that our meeting was predestined?"

"What do you mean?" Lin Xi opened her drooping eyelids, she was also weak, her limbs were like puppets, and her eyelids did not have the strength to open.

"Blue Vermilion will lead you to your mother, and our encounter in the enchantment is a scene that has been calculated for a long time. Zi Han gradually walked in, he was constantly absorbing the energy of the Xuanming Grass, making his black halo more and more tenacious. "He spent all his time condensing so that your mother would not die, which was true, but the purpose was never for love. ”

"It turns out that you are my legendary destined encounter. Lin Xi smiled wryly, "So it's all fake, it's all destined." ”

At this time, the firefly-like halo in the sky glided from the dark clouds shrouded in darkness, and the aura that a little spark could burn the prairie was only three or five sparks at first, like silver light flickering, looking small but bursting with energy, they fell from the sky, and then poured out like a swan feather snow, and the originally black and oppressive world was instantly lit up.

It's an elven race.

The elves are hidden in all corners of Kyushu and are not visible in the world all year round. This time it must be because of Lin Shangde's call, the old man may have thought of Lin Xi's fate a long time ago, and used the reason of the Xuan Ming mage to call on all ethnic groups to come, among which the drunkard's intention was not to drink, originally it seemed to be a showdown with the wolf clan, but in fact, if it was to protect Lin Xi, there was only an elf in the world.

The silver pillar of light was like a sharp blade, cutting off the devouring of the black Xuanming Grass, and at the same time, Lin Xi's wound appeared where the silver light jumped, and the wound quickly recovered. Red blood is no longer exported, and black Xuan Nether's Qi is no longer absorbed.

The silver attached to the blue pillar of light, slowly repairing the broken traces on the blue aperture, Lin Xi was like a fetus in the mother's body curled up after passing out, inverted in the blue aperture, the silver elves were distributed in rows connecting the blue aperture and Lin Xi, just like the blood vessels in the maternal placenta.

The elf is like a moth to a fire, the silver light body is infinitely powerful, can release energy, and is extremely tenacious, and it is the most miraculous medicine in the world, which can restore the divine element, and it is the most dazzling light body, and those who face it will be blinded...... But an elf will lose his life when he releases energy, which is also the reason why the elves are hidden in the world, and the elves under the heaven and earth have bottomless skills, but destroying others is like destroying themselves, which can be said to be a suicidal attack.

Zi Han was bounced backwards, his eyes bleeding, and the fierce scorching light pierced his wolf eyes. It was like two silver needles flying directly into his eyes, leaving no room at all.

He covered his eyes with his hands, holding his luck when he was no longer covered. There was a black look in his eyes, and there were no eyeholes, only black whites.

"Look for death. There was an incredibly weird smile on his face, when the 3,000 zhang enchantment was not guarded, and when it was broken, he had been possessed by the demon in the heart of the 3,000 zhang, "I have the love of the elf master, and I am in awe of the undead of the White Demon Clan." Three thousand zhang's last words made him frightened in his heart, and the sanctimonious and humble gentleman was actually a heinous demon. Along the way to Kyoto, Lin Xi was courteous to him for nothing, and he was jealous of the morning and dusk for no reason.

The inner demon told Zihan: "She just wants to change her fate, she thinks that Jue Xue is her fate." ”

Many times, when Zihan was sober, he was terrified and scared in his heart, and wanted to push her away thousands of miles away to keep her safe.

Zi Han stretched out his hand, his palm was like a black hole, and the energy in it was bottomless, and he slashed at the cicada chrysalis of the blue pillar of light with a black devil broadsword.

Each knife erupted silver sparks between blue and black, and each silver spark was made up of dozens of elves.

The elven protector is duty-bound.

When Jue Xue arrived at the Lin Mansion, Lin Xi had already struggled for half a pillar of incense.

His purple cloud braid fiercely snapped the devil's broadsword, and the broadsword shattered to the ground, and soon reformed into countless black darts and flew towards Jue Ze.

He used purple cloud braids to sway in the air, like a dense purple cloud net.

"Demon Heart, Purple Cloud Net. "The grid was like a broken bamboo net with black darts, and just as the net was closed, the black darts burned up like flames.

Jue was injured, but the purple cloud braid was ignited by the flames, spreading to the palm of his braid, the fire was vicious, and the wound directly turned into gray ashes.