CHAPTER XXIV

Seeing Ai Ling holding the immortal sword in his hand, he fell to the ground with an evil smile, and he captivated the country and the city. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Charm: "......"

Wait, this is not the same as saying good, according to the setting of the general Xianxia, non-human monsters like themselves who occasionally go down the mountain to fight tooth sacrifices are generally villains, and characters like Xiang Ailing must be the master of a certain character, and the feeling of being a master outside the world.

But the reality is ......

Under the pouring rain, the charm wiped her face, it was wet, and she didn't know if it was sweat or rain. A few drops of rain choked into her nasal passages, making her mouth open wide to sneeze.

But Ai Ling on the other side didn't think so, and when he saw that Wei Mei opened his mouth and thought that he was going to scream, he hurriedly drew a soundproof formation with his hand, and then smiled reassuringly: "Call it, call it, even if you call it, it's useless!" ”

A charm that stopped halfway through a sneeze: "......"

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The evil girl Ai Ling is domineering, pressing step by step, and the immortal-killing sword in her hand is shining with cold light, which is bound to make this little ghost ghost hate this.

The little ghost ghost was forced by Ai Ling's murderous aura, and the complete suppression of his strength made him unable to resist at all, and every cell in his body was screaming, telling him to run away quickly.

The girl walked leisurely, the little ghost retreated, and finally, retreated to the back of a towering ancient tree, and there was no way to retreat.

"Die!"

Ai Ling's cold eyes flashed with cold light, and the Demon Sword Immortal Killer swung down, just like that, silently, but it made the Charm Pupils suddenly constrict.

At the moment when Ai Ling's sword blade slashed into the ghost, a mutation protruded, and a golden light rose into the sky, and Ai Ling slashed a phantom, and then the surrounding area became dazed.

"Ancient Formation?!" Ai Ling screamed in surprise and was about to retreat, but it was too late, the space of the entire heaven and earth was cut off, unless someone destroyed it from the outside, otherwise he could only wait for the formation energy to run out. With a sigh of miscalculation in his heart, he sat cross-legged, stood in the middle of this space, and began to concentrate on studying the strangeness of this strange formation with his divine sense.

Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong, and when he opened his eyes, he pinched the magic trick and summoned the immortal killing sword, and when he looked closely, at the tip of the sword, a drop of bright red blood was attached to it.

Was it scratched during the actual combat formation? A smile appeared on the corner of Ai Ling's mouth, not worried, waiting intently for the formation to be lifted.

Eat my immortal sword blow, the immortal below the immortal will also fade the skin, how can a little ghost who has practiced for only a thousand years be able to withstand this blow, and when he dies, I will get out of trouble, and it is not easy to take his inner pill.

-- Two days later--

"Wow!"

In the dense forest, about five miles away from the trapped Ai Ling formation, the charm supported the wall and spat out a large mouthful of blood. I didn't expect the Immortal Sword to have such power, and it really deserved to be one of the four great demon swords of the ancients, and it could actually cut the soul, even if it was just a scratch, but it made the soul like a leaky ball, and it couldn't stop drying up.

Reaching out and taking out the amber in his arms, there was a small black and white fish swimming in it, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly when he looked at the cracks that suddenly appeared on the smooth surface: "I didn't expect to use this spell in the end." ”

Suddenly, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out again, instantly staining the amber that he couldn't take back in his hand red.

"Alas~!" If this continues, he will die of exhaustion when he spews out the tenth mouthful of blood.

Unexpectedly, even if he trapped the Huangquan Venerable, he still couldn't escape this dead end, and suddenly, a bright light appeared in the blood-stained amber crack, which shot directly into the mind of the ghost, and two small fish, one black and one white, quickly swam into the mind of the ghost along this bright path.

That night, the charm dreamed, and the memory that had been vague in her memory had never been so clear.

……

Three lives and three lives, ten miles of peach blossoms. Empty hatred, hate the ruthlessness of this heavenly way, and hate yourself for being powerless, encountered, just a miss.