Holding the little monk and falling from the air, he removed the half of the fox tail, and checked it carefully, the incomparable brilliance was white and tender, and there was no trace of bruising and purple, so Zhu Yifei was relieved. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"How can you do this to me" The purple-red meat ball returned to its original state, and the fox form that Shumo had finally conjured up also disappeared, breaking two fox tails, and several swords in his body, which made his cultivation suffer great damage when he didn't have time to rest, and wanted to get out of the corpse of the ghost king, but he was firmly entangled by the out-of-control ghost order, and frantically devoured its power of the primordial gods.

"Shumo, are you okay?" asked Zhu Yifei as she looked at the growing ball of purple-red flesh, and those flying light feathers kept shattering the pilasters in the underground palace, making the entire palace seem to lose its support and keep shaking.

With a bang, the funeral vines on the wall of the palace began to fall off in large pieces, and the entire roof of the shed was also rapidly pressing, the corner of the hall behind him had collapsed, and strange and winding cracks began to appear on the ground, like centipedes that had become fine, slowly crawling out from under the beast blanket, which was extremely terrifying.

"Yifei, the Bunching Ghost Order is devouring me, I'll find a way to open the ghost door of the Jiaoyu Domain and send you back first" Shumo's voice was high and low, sounding like he was fighting to the death.

"How are you, are you okay, how can I save you" Zhu Yifei held the sword, nervously looked at the purple-red meat ball, the ground had begun to tilt, and he was almost unstable, and the little monk even sat on his ass and squatted a few times, crawling to Ziyang's side, pulling his legs and dragging them towards a high place.

"You can't save me" Shumo's voice suddenly became deeper and deeper: "Yifei, cut this thing, quickly"

"Huh? Oh" was stunned for a second, Zhu Yifei knew what he was talking about, jumped up, flew down in the air, and instantly split the purple-red big meat ball into two halves, and the purple-red light feathers instantly dispersed, revealing the ghost-like bundle of ghosts inside, entangled in black gas like clouds and mist, and was shaking violently.

"Yifei, the Ghost King's Palace is about to collapse, I'll open the Ghost King's door and send you out, it's just ......" Shumo's panting voice came from the ghost order, sounding so exhausted.

"Just what? Shumo, if you want to sacrifice your life, you don't have to, I'm willing to accompany you here" This sentence is completely in the heart, in fact, after going through so many things, whether she knows or doesn't know, along the way, his care and care for her has always been consistent, and he has saved his life many times, if this exchange for a love poem is destined, then there is no pity.

"It's enough to have you," Shumo suddenly chuckled in a low voice.

As soon as the words fell, I saw a huge fox shadow suddenly appear above the ghost order, eight long tails flew behind him, and then a pair of fox claws suddenly lifted the token upward, and three sad and fierce fox chirps suddenly, and a beam of extremely strong pink light suddenly bloomed in the ghost order, penetrating the top of the collapsed underground palace, shining between the vast sky, stirring up layers of weird and gorgeous rays of light.

"Yifei, fly into this jade path and go back," Shumo shouted loudly.

Zhu Yifei saw that the fox-shaped phantom seemed to be particularly illusory, knowing that he was holding on, and hurriedly lifted the little monk and Ziyang to fly up in the air, and rushed into the jade road, as soon as he entered, he felt a huge attraction, the little monk and Ziyang instantly got out of control and flew towards the end of the jade road, Zhu Yifei turned around, and rushed back to the sky above the ghost order to barely hold on: "Shumo, come back with me"

The narrow fox eyes suddenly closed tightly, Shumo lowered his head, a fox tail stretched out, stuffed three jade fragments into Zhu Yifei's arms, and shook her hard, pulling her into the boundless end.

"Shumo, Shumo ......." Zhu Yifei held the three pieces of jade and flew away involuntarily, watching the huge fox head get smaller and smaller until it disappeared into a black spot, her body also rotated and vibrated with it, and she was constantly hit hard and finally didn't know where the back of her head hit, and she fainted when her eyes were dark.

The frost, wind and snow reflect the grassland, the bamboo and jade shadow Yueqin Lake, the deep mountains and the clear moon, half a world of immortality and half a world of books.

The western suburbs of the county seat of Wu H County are hundreds of miles away from a mountain range around the lake, many wild bamboo and wild geese, although it is not winter at this time, but the lake water is clear, the ice is a knot, several swans hover and fly in the air, form pairs, occasionally fall on the lake surface, beak joints with each other, ears and temples grind.

The falling snow on the shore of the lake is dotted, and the verdant green bamboo is attached to each other, in the sparse and clear shade, a simple and exquisite stilted building, the top is like a rest mountain, the eaves are flying flowers, and the balcony wooden railing is carved and carved on the wooden railing, showing the low-key luxury of the owner.

At this time, in the morning before the dew ended, a man was leaning over to stand on the shore of the lake, his long sleeves were constantly waving, and the bird food pinched by his fingertips was constantly spilled, attracting the proud swans to compete with each other.

"Childe, childe, childe" A crisp childish voice came from behind him, and after a while, I saw a gray-clothed boy holding up a piece of Baijuan with handwriting in his hand, and stumbled over from the depths of the vast bamboo forest.

"What's wrong again?" The man said nonchalantly, his eyes fixed on the goose heads for a moment, and continued to feed.

"The lord has sent a letter, I will read it to you, childe" Xiao Tong said breathlessly after running in, he was about fourteen or fifteen years old, his skin was as white as jade, and the fleshy baby fat on his cheeks looked like he was puffing up at all times, his sparse hair was a little yellow, and he was tied up by a gray-white band, revealing a large forehead that was extremely full and smooth, and his eyebrows were light, only a pair of big round eyes were dripping and turning, and he looked at it revealing a sense of excitement and intelligence.

"Oh, no need, the old man just recalls those words over and over again, you can just reply as usual" There was a hint of boredom and depression in the man's tone.

"Childe, the master is sick," the little boy pouted.

"He's always sick, isn't he just tricking me to go back, hmph, it's an old trick" The man seemed a little bored, and swayed all the bird food in his hand and landed on the swan's body, looking very much like a grizzled rich kid.

"No, it's true this time," the boy said anxiously.

"Oh? Then let me ask you" The man finally turned to look at the little boy, his eyes showed this kind of depth of seeing through the world, and said as he walked in the direction of the stilted building, "How many letters have we received this month?" ”

"Well, a hundred and twenty in total," the boy said, staggering after him.

"Well, what does each one say?" The man continued.

"The old man is sick, let the son return quickly" Xiao Tong said.

"That's it? What are you going to do back? It's not that I'm forcing to get married, this young master, I want to cultivate immortals, whoever loves to get married, whoever goes" The man said and walked to a rattan chair in front of the building, sat down leisurely, poured himself a cup of tea, and frowned after taking a sip.

"Young master, you are twenty-five this year, the young master and children of the palace are about to catch up with the little one, we are a young master in Xie Mansion, and the master doesn't know how much to worry about" Xiao Tong said.

"Are you afraid that the old man will scold you, go and go, this tea is cold, and I don't know how to change it," the man said and pushed the little boy.

The little boy pouted, picked up the teapot, and was about to turn around to leave, when suddenly his mouth grew up, pointed to the air and shouted: "Young master, look, flyer"

As soon as the words fell, the man was stunned, and hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see that the flying man pointed out by the boy happened to land on the tile shed of the bamboo building, and then only heard a boom, and the entire bamboo building collapsed into ruins in front of him.

Before the man could calm down, he saw a blue light not far away from the sky, and it fell in front of the man in an instant. With a soft sound, it plunged into the snow.

"Childe, sword.... Sword ......," the boy shouted with his mouth open.

The man finally came back to his senses, jumped up from the rattan chair, squatted down, and looked carefully, it was indeed an extraordinary blue sword, he wanted to pull it out, but he didn't expect that when he just touched the sword body, he was suddenly rebounded back by a huge force, and his arms were numb, and his body couldn't help but shake a few times.

"Childe, are you okay?" the boy also saw the blue brilliance spread, and he was so frightened that he ran forward and carefully pulled the man's sleeve to check it.

"Little crab, I've finally waited for it, hahahaha" The man suddenly laughed madly, and excitedly hugged the little boy and spun around on the ground several times, until he was dizzy and almost fainted.

Just when he was happy, there were suddenly a few more pops behind him, boom, and the man looked back and saw that the stilted building, which was still half supported, had finally completely collapsed, and at the same time, a child's loud cry suddenly came from the ruins.

"Woo woo woo, it hurts, demon girl, Brother Ziyang, where are you, my little bird is hurt" The little monk covered the red and swollen ****** that had been ravaged by the sawdust tiles one after another with his two little hands, and couldn't help crying.

"I rubbed and fell to my death....... "Zhu Yifei, who had already fainted, was completely awakened by this hard fall and hoarse crying, opened her eyes, and the pain in her back made her can't help but hiss a few times, slowly mounted, pushed away the heavy beam that was pressed on her legs, rubbed the intact flesh and bones, and then stood up from the ruins.

"Childe, you see it's a fairy," the boy exclaimed.

Zhu Yifei was attracted by this voice, and turned around to see that it was a son with a child, looking at them with a shocked face, and he seemed to have collapsed someone's house from the sky.

When the little monk saw Zhu Yifei standing up, he stopped crying, covered the bird with his fat hand, and slowly stood up, sobbing and looking at the two of them.

"Childe, you see, it's a little monk," the boy said.

"Of course Young Master Ben knows, and he is not blind" The man was a little puzzled, why are immortals such an embarrassed virtue? The woman, wearing a wide robe, her hair was messy, her face was covered with dust and slush, and she couldn't see her appearance, the monk, who was only five or six years old, only wore a short monk's robe, which was also dirty, and the lower half of her body was bare. Naked, looking at him in a daze, needless to say, obviously not with the immortals.

Thinking about him Xie Xiaoye since he was a child, he was determined to cultivate and become an immortal, and finally escaped the clutches of the family, and came to this snow and bamboo forest that is said to be infested by immortals, and lived for five or six years, and now he finally saw a fairy hair, but it seems that in addition to the strange characteristics of the way he appeared, this dress is also ....... Well, it's also peculiar.

When I was in doubt, I suddenly saw another person emerge from the ruins.

I saw that this person had a handsome face, a graceful demeanor, a head like inky black hair tied in the Qing crown, the hosta was obliquely inserted, leaving two temples straight and elegant, although he did not wear a shirt, he did show more strong muscles and bones, his skin was as white as jade, and he was not clean in the smoke and dust, and his quality was like a fairy.

Especially when he saw Jin Ling hanging from the man's waist, and a jade whisk of dust behind him was floating in the wind, the man's dark pupils lit up instantly.