The slender demon, like a piece of firewood, burrowed into the sleeping room, and slowly, his body turned red and the air was hot. The curtain emitted a scorched smell, there were small flames slowly going up, a room was bright with red fire, and the demon in ambush outside puffed up the sac on his cheeks, full of a strong poison. Suddenly, a fire fell from the window of Pu Prison's room and went out in the water in the atrium, and the frightened little devil was relieved and sighed pleasantly: "Comfortable!"

This is the true fire of samadhi taught by the negative heavenly ao, when the words just fell, the water of the pond was boiled, the little devil was cooked, the boiling water jumped towards the sky, scattered the treetops, the tips of the grass, and when it slid down, it left a trail of fire, jumping happily on the ground. One by one, the ambushed demons flew out, rolled, and ran...... Pu Lao gathered a body of green smoke, pulled out the green dragon silk, waved, the green dragon on the belt flew, biting the demons, and the belt was entangled, little by little fire, with the belt floating, hit the ground full of fire, burning the demons.

The Demon Lord was so frightened that he retreated, and launched the King of Obscurity and the King of Poison to resist.

Pu Lao chased after him: "I'll just say why are you abnormal these days, you are so vicious, go and die!"

A sword just stabbed him in the chest, and the Demon Lord just stood in front of Xuexun before he said, "Pu Jiao wants to kill me and save the second uncle!"

"Second Uncle......" The blood followed his armpits, helped him lie down slowly, looked at the blood spurting out of his chest, and cried and shouted "Second Uncle"! Pu Jiao restrained his pride, hid his sword, and when he saw her crying, he was so panicked that he was incoherent: "He is ...... Demon...... He...... Kill...... He thought...... Kill...... I...... ...... of them."

"Why did you kill my second uncle?" "Why did you kill my second uncle......?" The blood is bitter in her heart, her father's bones are not cold, and her second uncle, who treated her well, died under the sword of her sweetheart for no reason, and the heavy blow made her faint.

"Look at the demons all over the ground, all brought by your second uncle, who wants to kill us!" Pu Lao said, pointing to the fire and water everywhere, and was stunned: "Obviously, ......"

The dragon's breath was extremely strong, Pu Lao clenched his fists, and wanted to chase it, but Xuexuan ran away sadly, and he had to chase it.

However, he was so anxious that the pain drove him mad as he continued to whip his horse, and he was thrown down, covered in mud and bleeding from his legs. He could not care about his injuries, and rode a restless horse and gave up a restless horse.

On the edge of the cliff, the trails of blood were all over the place, and a trace of clothing hung from the branches.

He stopped, slid to the ground, and picked up the silk. Look at this cliff, the rock is cut steep and uneven, like two grinning pythons, spitting out letters. On the four sides there were many crooked grass trees, and the trees were thin, and the grass was dying, and the sky was unknown, adding a gray and yellow. Pu Lao was full of remorse, drew his sword and scolded the strange dragon, stirred up dust, flattened the blades of grass, and then cut his arms, cut off the strands of hair, and hissed his voice.

At this time, there was a bloody voice, and he muttered to himself in his heart: "I'm like this, I can't let her see it...... I'm going to explain it to her......" But he found the form of a tree, hid it behind his back, and watched her staring coldly at the cliff, and saw the horses gnawing on the grass alone, and not seeing the pamper, lying on the edge of the cliff, looking down, and the abyss. She sat on the edge of the cliff and wept, clutching the dirt hard, talking about the sweetness of knowing and knowing Pu Lao, she laughed purely, and at the same time scolded him for killing the second uncle. As she spoke, she began to speak incoherently, stood up, whipped the branches vigorously, and walked about as if she had lost her soul, crushing the grass. Sometimes shouting, sometimes laughing, clapping and jumping for a while, and then suddenly stopped, sobbing inexplicably, wiping away tears, repeating the questioning of Pu Lao. She ran in place, and shouted in surprise when the wind and grass were blowing, "Prison, so you are hiding here!" Worried, she ran over, empty, made a strange guilty look, burrowed into the grass, pulled out the grass and searched carefully, and stood in a daze, glancing east and west, shouting indiscriminately: "What person?" In the squirming forest, like the sound of the collision of blades, the blood squatted on the ground and hugged his head, shouting: "Prison, come and save me!" "Don't kill my second uncle!" ...... She kept talking, as if she had lost her heart and gone crazy.

Po Lao perched behind a tree, leaning on the trunk of the tree, crying for a long time, choked up.

The blood circulated for a while, spat out the blood on his chest, and fell to the ground. Pu Lao hurriedly rushed out, slowly helped her up, and picked her up, but he wanted to pretend to be a stranger, only his eyes showed true feelings.

The half-conscious Xuexun looked at the living man, slowly reached out and stroked his face, but she was so frightened that she quickly retracted, and she shouted "Prison?"

But no one replied to him, and Xuexuan said to himself weakly: "My father is dead, my second uncle is dead, and my prison is also dead!"

Pu Lao still didn't reply to him, just gently touched her face, and she also touched it with her hand, and he picked her up on the horse, and she shed tears.