"Why don't you save me? Why don't you save me......"

Luo Bing shouted again and again, and with each scream, Feng Yi's heart and liver spasmed.

Bitter tears slid down the corners of his mouth, and blood flowed from his lips.

It is the blood that comes out of the backlash, and it is also the painful blood that flows from the root of the bitten tooth.

"I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"

Every time Luo Bing asked, Feng Yi apologized in his heart.

Finally, Luo Bing's questioning voice disappeared.

Feng Yi turned his head to look left, but saw that the thief newt was holding a bloody head and rose up.

The dark red streamer made a big "whoosh" and flew out of the wilderness and disappeared into the thick fog of the distant sky.

Luo Bing died.

Feng Yi's heart is like ashes, and the pain is like a knife.

The bitter tears in his eyes turned into bloody tears, blurring not only his eyes, but also his face.

The light of the sky shone on it, under the stained blood, Feng Yi's face was distorted, and his expression was hideous, like madness, like madness.

"Scrap, brute, dog-day ......"

A loud shout and angry scolding smashed to the ground, and his body had turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he had come to Xin Li's side.

The Heavenly Blade danced wildly, forcing the Bone-winged Manticore-tailed Lion that wanted to devour Xin Li back.

Then, with the help of the force of recoil, he jumped out of two feet, stopped, stood up, closed his eyes, sank his heart, and swung his sword.

The dragon groaned, and the sword came out.

A knife seemed to smash the sun in the sky, and the bone-winged manticore-tailed lion screamed in panic.

In mid-air, the little gray who was not lightly injured "quacked" screamed, with joy and boundless arrogance in the chirp.

seemed to be showing off to the two bone-winged manticores who were intimidated by the sword, "Look, this is the young master of my family." ”

The knife fell to the ground, silent and unpretentious.

The two bone-winged manticores retreated one after another, reaching ten feet away. They were surprised by each other's surprises, and suddenly heard a "boom" sound under them.

The earth shattered, and the wilderness trembled. The crack spread rapidly forward, reaching the feet of the bone-winged manticore.

The two sixth-order mysterious beasts hissed, their bone wings shook sharply, and they suddenly took off into the air.

As the figures of the two beasts lifted off the ground, the rift spreading forward also stopped.

It seemed that Feng Yi's knife was about to return in vain, but at this moment, a high-pitched dragon chant suddenly sounded from the place where the crack stopped.

When the dragon roared, the bright yellow dragon soul suddenly appeared, swinging its tail and rising into the sky, chasing the two bone-winged manticores.

The true dragon is out of the abyss and unstoppable.

The bone-winged manticore-tailed lion screamed in unison, and was finally hit by the dragon soul and spurted blood, falling into the wilderness in the distance.

The huge body twitched and trembled, and blood bubbles flew from the corners of the mouth. But before they could breathe, Feng Yi had already rushed to the front.

There was no blade in his hand, and he only relied on a pair of fleshy palms to slap the bodies of the two beasts.

The palm of the hand settled, and the fire in the palm of the hand vomited wildly.

The blazing fire qi gathered the furious fire elements between heaven and earth, and without the need for ignitions, it gave birth to bright yellow blazing flames.

In the midst of the flames, the screams of the two bone-winged manticores became louder and louder, and when they reached the extreme, they suddenly weakened.

The flames continued to burn, and the screams of the Bone-winged Manticores grew weaker and weaker, and finally stopped before Feng Yi ran out of fire.

The fire is gone, and the flames are extinguished. The two bone-winged manticores inside were also gone, turning into ashes and being blown away by the cold wind.

In the ashes, Feng Yi stood alone, unspeakably lonely and lonely.

"Yi'er ......"

Xin Li's shout came from behind him, and Feng Yiqiang held back the sadness in his heart and turned around.

But after just one glance, he could no longer suppress the Yuan Force of the riotous backlash, and with a "poof" spurt out a mouthful of suffocating blood, and fell on his back.

He closed his eyes, but he was still breathing, and he didn't die.

After closing his eyes, Feng Yi seemed to feel that he was standing in a void of chaos. There is no one on the side, no mountains, forests, grass and trees, and no bright sun.

There is only the endless chaos and nothingness.

"Where am I?"

Feng Yi muttered to himself.

But no one answered him, only loneliness and loneliness accompanied him by sadness and sadness.

"Feng Yi...... Why didn't you save me?"

I don't know how long it took, but such a miserable questioning voice suddenly sounded in the void.

Feng Yi suddenly came back to his senses, raised his eyes, and saw Luo Bing's headless and broken corpse slowly walking towards him.

The blood had long since stopped flowing, and with every step that Luo Bing took out, there was an extra crimson footprint behind him.

It was the color of blood, and her mangled body was already soaked in blood.

"I'm sorry, Shen Xuan, I'm sorry for you. ”

Feng Yi cried and shouted as he rushed to Luo Bing's side.

The corpse fell to the ground, and Feng Yi hurriedly reached out and hugged her.

Without a head and face, the body is still so familiar. Can...... She was dead after all, and she couldn't live again.

Feng Yi cried bitterly, tearing his heart and lungs, until he fell into a coma.

When I woke up, I cried again, and while crying, I roared loudly and scolded the heavens.

But this is in vain after all, it has come to this point, and it is useless to scold anyone.

"Shen Xuan, don't be busy. Wait for me, I'll be with you. ”

Feng Yi held Luo Bing's corpse in his right hand, raised his left hand high, clenched his fingers into a fist, and smashed his chest.

The furious Yuan Force was beaten back to himself through the iron fist, and Feng Yi couldn't hold back the suffocating blood, opening his mouth and spewing out.

One punch does not die, and then fight.

Two, three, four......

I don't know how many punches I fought, but I just don't die.

In the confusion and confusion, Master Xin Li's shout suddenly sounded in his ears: "Yi'er, Yi'er...... Have you forgotten the great enmity of your parents? How can you die so easily if your hatred is not avenged?"

Feng Yi stopped thrashing, looked at Luo Bing's corpse, and was stunned.

After a long time, he said in a low voice: "Shen Xuan, you must wait for me." When I have avenged my parents' great revenge and properly arranged for Master, I will go to find you, okay?"

But the corpse in his arms could no longer speak.

Only Xin Li's shouts echoed in his ears, mixed with a few small gray chirps from time to time.

......

Lingwu Mountain Range, on an unknown low peak, the two stand side by side.

One person stood tall in front of him, staring at the dense fog under the mountain, and the cold light in his eyes flooded.

He was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, dressed in a brocade robe, handsome and elegant, and had the style of a son.

The other was also a man, dressed in a short yellow cloth robe, and carrying a long sword with a silver gloss. It's not handsome, it can only be said that it looks ordinary. About thirty-five or sixteen years old, half a step behind the man in brocade, with a slight bow on his back and a humble face.

"Deacon Zhang, are you sure that this array can trap Xiang Lingzhu's dead girl?" the brocade-clothed man asked in a deep voice.

The man in yellow who was called to be Deacon Zhang heard this, and hurriedly said, "Eldest Prince, the array flag of this formation is from the hands of Elder Hai. Although it is a plaything made by his old man, it has its own mysterious effect. Mo said that Xiang Lingzhu's cheap maid was only a cultivator in the early stage of the Xuan Realm, and she was the Jiang dog thief who came to this Lingwu Mountain Range with her, if she entered the formation, it would be difficult to get out of that illusion. ”

The man in brocade robe sighed "En", nodded and said, "It's true that Elder Hai is good at refining weapons, but you and I have limited cultivation, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make the best use of this banner......"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Deacon Zhang, "The eldest prince will enter the middle stage of the Tongxuan Realm, and his subordinates are already in the early stage of the Tongxuan Realm. You and I master and servant work together, even if that Lingzhu is the third genius master on the Xuan List, it will be difficult to defeat us. Besides, the Jiang dog thief who came with her was dead, and she was still seriously injured, and her subordinates really didn't know why the eldest prince was so cautious and had to use the formation to trap and kill her? ”

The brocade-clothed man smiled softly and turned to look at Deacon Zhang, "What do you know? Who said that this son was going to kill that Lingzhu?"

"Don't kill, that Lingzhu is the beloved daughter of Xiang Tian, the master of the Badao Sect, and she is really the great enemy of my Heavenly Sword Sect, and now that she is seriously injured, how can she not kill such a good opportunity?" Deacon Zhang frowned, quite puzzled.

The man in brocade looked at this slave who he had picked up with one hand, sighed loudly, shook his head, and said: "You slave, you are loyal, and you have the ability to do things, but you don't like to use your brains." If you keep going like this, how can I teach my son how to promote and reuse you?"

Deacon Zhang's expression tightened, and he hurriedly bowed down and said, "The subordinates are reckless, and I hope that the son will solve his doubts and teach." ”

"It's true that Xiang Tiandui loves Xiang Lingzhu, and it's not false that he dominates the Sword Gate is the great enemy of my Heavenly Sword Sect. But the dead Xiang Lingzhu, how can there be a living Xiang Lingzhu of great value?" said the man in brocade, a faint sneer involuntarily appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His vision was far-reaching, and he seemed to have a glimpse of how much advantage he should have after capturing Xiang Lingzhu.

Deacon Zhang is really a dull and reckless man who doesn't like to use his brains, and when he heard this, the doubts between his eyebrows still lingered.

Seeing him like this, the man in brocade suddenly became angry, and slapped his fingers on his head fiercely, "Xiang Tian is certainly furious when he dies and his beloved daughter, but whether he is angry or not, what good will it do me? But what if Xiang Lingzhusheng is captured? At that time, I will reach out to him Xiang Tian and ask for a five-grade Juyuan Dan, do you say he will give it or not?"

Deacon Zhang suddenly realized, "Wonderful, wonderful! ”

No one doesn't like flattery, and the man in brocade is no exception. Listening to the big slap of the horses, the expression became more and more arrogant.

But after the wildness, he couldn't help but think to himself: "Since the second brother's cultivation surpassed mine, the cultivation resources distributed within the sect have become more and more skewed. Don't say that the five-grade Juyuan Dan is the three-grade Juyuan Dan, and I only have three pieces a month. But what about the second brother? Ten pieces a month, far more than three times as much as me. In the long run, will my cultivation have to be pulled further and further away by him?"

When this thought arises, anger arises, "Hmph! In any case, it is better to ask for others than for yourself." Whether the road of metaphysical cultivation in the future is smooth or against the current, it is all up to you to fight. As long as I exchange Xiang Lingzhu's cheap life with Xiang Tilt for the Five-Grade Juyuan Dan, in less than two months, my cultivation will definitely surpass that idiot of the second brother. ”

"Are you sure that Xiang Lingzhu will pass by here? And what is the matter with the injuries on her body? That good lai surnamed Jiang is also a late stage cultivator in the Xuan Realm, how can he die easily?"

The subordinates followed the cheap maid for a long time, and saw that she was leaving the Lingwu Mountain Range and returning to the Badaomen. At this time, it was the thickest fog of the year, and she was alone, and she would not dare to walk around at will. Deacon Zhang replied respectfully.

The brocade-clothed man nodded.

Deacon Zhang continued: "As for the injuries on her body, her subordinates have also looked at them carefully, as if they were injured by demon beasts. I think it must have been that she and Jiang Dog Thief encountered a powerful mysterious beast, and Jiang Dog exchanged his life for the cheap maid who was injured and escaped. ”

Although the man surnamed Jiang has repeatedly struggled with his son, it is undeniable that he is indeed a loyal and righteous man. Alas, if he doesn't die, he may not have the possibility of changing his court, joining my Heavenly Sword Sect, and serving my son. ”

The brocade-clothed man sighed loudly, and then said, "Since the phantom array has already been arranged, let's not delay here too much, let's go and guard the formation." ”

Let's take a step.

But when he raised his feet, he was called by Deacon Zhang.

"Don't worry, the eldest prince, since you have the heart to capture that spiritual bamboo, why do you have to go to the formation to entangle with her, in vain? Xiang Lingzhu's cheap maid had just encountered a powerful mysterious beast, and his mind was turbulent here, and everything he thought about must be that mysterious beast. If a body of anger and resentment is drawn by the formation, it will naturally conjure up the form of that powerful mysterious beast to fight with it, consuming its Yuan power. We just need to sit here and wait for her vitality to run out, and then we will go again, wouldn't it be easy to capture. ”

The brocade-clothed man was worried, and said, "After all, this place is the Spirit Mist Mountain Range, if she runs out of Yuan Power and faints, she will be killed by the demon beast that strayed into the formation......

Deacon Zhang waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, this place is not too far from the place where the five clans can round up the strange beasts. The aura of the strange beast is divergent, and within this radius of fifty miles, there are no demon beasts for a long time, and it is difficult to find even a poisonous insect and poison. ”

When the man in brocade heard him say this, he had no worries in his heart.

glanced at Deacon Zhang with appreciation, and then smiled: "It's okay, our master and servant are waiting here." ”

With that, he sat down cross-legged. The probe took out a jar of old wine from the Xuan pouch around his waist, patted the mud seal, and drank it by himself.

......

Under the low peaks, in the dense fog, in the dense forest.

Xiang Lingzhu's blue clothes were in tatters, and his delicate body was scarred. While dragging his injured body and striding with difficulty, Yao Yao scolded: "Little bastard of the Heavenly Sword Sect, my aunt and grandmother remember you." When my aunt and grandmother go back, they will definitely send a master to capture you and torture you for a hundred days. Then you will cramp and peel the skin, crush your bones and scatter ashes. ”

Scolding and scolding, he suddenly saw a flash of light, and the thick fog in front of him actually dissipated.

If you look closely, it is a flat wilderness, with the sun in the sky, the cold wind on the ground, and the long grass swaying waves.

"Hey, didn't you see this fogless land when you came?"

The girl's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she suddenly thought of something, and exclaimed, "Could it be that this is the territory of some powerful mysterious beast?"

With caution, I looked at the wilderness again, but I saw that under the light of the sky, a young man dressed in black and carrying a wide and heavy knife was holding a smiling face, staring at him coldly.