Mom hugged Sanskrit with all her strength and kissed her deeply on the forehead.

"Baby, go!" said him, and left like an arrow.

Uncle Qingshan pulled Sanskrit and ran towards the forest.

Suddenly, a spiritual power pierced from behind Sanskrit Yin. Fanyin protected the long-haired girl in the purple dress beside her: "Sister Lele be careful!"

"Zheng!", Fanyin turned into an ice sword in his hand. A back slash interrupted the strange spiritual power that came from the secret attack. Sanskrit Yin looked down, and the black spiritual power that had been broken off in two sections was transformed into something similar to a spear and a long thorn, and the attached dark spiritual power was still dangling around it.

"Blackthorn!" Fanyin recognized, this was the weapon "Blackthorn" conjured up by the Spirits with dark spiritual power that her father had told her.

"Oh no! The spirit has broken through the encirclement of the village! Catch up! Hurry up!" Van Yin shouted at his friends.

Immediately after that, several black thorns attacked, and the pores on Fanyin's body exploded, this was the first time in her life that she had actually fought in battle! Several sword bodies passed, and all the black thorns were blocked by Fanyin. Her hawkeye flickered rapidly, and the attacking Blackthorn couldn't keep up with her speed.

Just as she turned around and was about to pull up her companion to run for her life, suddenly, a chill ran down her spine. She suddenly turned her head to look at the sky, and it was raining, and Blackthorn flew like rain from hundreds of meters away.

"Defense!" Van Yin shouted loudly, and suddenly, she realized that none of the companions around her could use defense, they were all ordinary children, and they only possessed ordinary spiritual power. Everyone looked at Sanskrit in horror, at a loss.

Fanyin looked at his partners, his eyes froze, he took a deep breath, turned to meet the rain-like black thorns, and shouted, "All behind me!"

I saw that as soon as she closed her palm, the cold ice sword disappeared, and a ten-meter-square ice shield appeared in her hand. She slammed her hands into the sky, "Bang bang bang!" and countless black thorns slammed down. Gengen slammed into her ice shield.

Sanskrit Yin's spiritual power sank, his legs were steady, and he resisted the ice shield, not retreating for half a minute. Her tiny arms withstood the blows. However, her eyebrows were not twisted, and her face did not change.

"Xiaoyin......" A timid voice sounded beside Sanskrit.

"It's okay!" Fanyin didn't look back, comforting Yaya.

As the minutes passed, the rain did not stop, and Fanyin's arm began to ache. Suddenly, her eyes flashed, and she was nervous.

"Oh no! The ghosts are catching up!" she saw from a distance, and a group of ghostly shadows were already a hundred meters away.

Sanskrit smacked hard, and the ice shield was stuck diagonally into the ground, blocking the black thorns. One dodged and rushed out of the ice shield.

"Xiaoyin!" Yaya screamed in horror.

Fanyin walked in front of the spirit in an instant, this was the first time she had seen the "ghost". The ethereal body, flowing like black water, floating like black mist, stiff face, eyes and nose can't see clearly, as if it was flowing down, frozen, and a black "cloak" tied under the neck, the cloak is not like a cloth weave, but more like a spiritual weapon.

Don't let go of it, she has already attacked left and right, wielding the spirit sword, dozens of spirit ghosts, and was instantly separated by Sanskrit sound.

The group of spirits immediately discovered that the spiritual power of the Sanskrit sound was extremely strong, and they instantly swarmed here! The Sanskrit sound was buried. The black oppressive spirit made it difficult for her to breathe, and the spirit sword in her hand swirled, but it was inexhaustible.

In the gasping space, she swayed, her steps were unsteady, and she fell to the side. But the palm of his hand did not relax, and he slashed out a sword. Just listen to the sound of thunder and explode out of thin air. Fanyin followed and looked up, and the spirit in front of her suddenly dispersed, and countless thunderbolts fell in front of her a foot.

"Thunder falls!" Sanskrit rejoiced. The words fell, and she had been dragged up!

"Are you hurt?" only listened to Lei Luo's words with great anxiety, and his eyes quickly searched for Fanyin.

"It's okay!" Fanyin smiled and looked at Lei Luo, like a reassuring pill.

"It's too late!" said Raylo.

"Exactly!" said Sanskrit.

As he spoke, Sanskrit's face suddenly sank, and so did the thunderfall. The two of them looked towards the way they came, and the darkness was overwhelming.

"A thousand...... Two thousand ......" Sanskrit Yin's mouth opened and closed, not knowing what he was talking about, "Thousands of ......"

Lei Luo couldn't see the distance, but his inspiration power surpassed that of Sanskrit, and he had already estimated.

"You go first. Lei Luo said in a deep voice.

"What?" Sanskrit looked blankly at the thunder falling beside him.

"You go first. This time, Lei Luo's voice softened, and he was looking down at Fanyin, and a warm smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Nope. Sanskrit shook his head, his lips moving slightly.

"Obedient. The thunderbolt had disappeared in place.

"Thunder falls!" Just as Fanyin wanted to catch up, a powerful big hand grabbed Fanyin. Fanyin suddenly looked back: "Uncle Lei!"

I saw Lei Ding coming from a distance with a serious injury, and it turned out that on the way back, he and Lei Luo were ambushed by the spirit. Lei Ding blocked the spirit and let Lei Luo rush to the rescue, and he arrived at this time.

"Girl! Go to the east!" Lei Ding roared angrily and pushed Fanyin behind him: "Qingshan! Take the girl away! Hurry up and go to Dongling!"

Ya Qingshan took over the Sanskrit sound and looked at Lei Ding in a daze, only to see that he was covered in wounds, constantly spurting blood. "Brother Lei!" Ya Qingshan wanted to step forward to treat him, "Let's go!" Lei Ding's eyes were like attention, and he looked at Ya Qingshan. Ya Qingshan looked at him, with a burst of grief in his heart, and dragged Sanskrit Yin away.

"I don't! no!" Sanskrit only felt that it was wrong, and did not listen to Ya Qingshan.

However, Lei Ding has also disappeared in place. Fanyin's eyes pierced through the woods, looking at the figures of Lei Ding and Lei Luo hundreds of meters away, and they had already mingled with the spirit that came from the onslaught. Her eyes were stunned, "Thousands...... Thousands...... Tens of thousands of ......" for the first time, she couldn't believe her eyes, tens of thousands of spirits...... Million...... How can it be...... How can it be.

The thunder in the distance shook the earth, and the entire Qiuman Mountain was illuminated! Sanyin watched as groups of spirits were repulsed, and groups of spirits swarmed up. Her feet were rooted and she couldn't walk.

Lei Ding's defensive lightning wall was broken through, and the spirit rushed over.

Only fifty meters remained.

There was a loud bang, and another wall of thunder and lightning rose from the ground, lightning and thunder.

"Let's go!" a loud roar reached Fanyin's ears, and she trembled all over, looking not far away. The thunder fell on his shoulders and his waist was a wound, and blood stained his whole body. He shouted at Fanyin, he saw her again, just a few hundred meters away, he couldn't see her.

"No......" Sanskrit Yin read, staring at Lei Luo, desperately trying to pull Ya Qingshan's hand away, Ya Ya desperately dragged her legs, as well as Zhang Lele and all the children.

"Let's go!" Lei Luo turned around and looked at Fanyin, his face was full of smudges, but he was brave, fearless, and proud.

"Poof!" A sword sound pierced Sanskrit's eardrums and pierced her heart!

"Thunder falls!" Sanskrit cried out like crazy, "Ah!"

Like a rotten doll, Lei Luo's arm was chopped off and thrown into the sky. His eyes widened, his teeth crushed, and his heart froze!

"Thunderfall!" Fanyin screamed, tears gushing out, and his hands desperately grabbed at him.