"Sister, you go quickly!

Bai Yun shouted in a hurry, spurting out a mouthful of blood. She was thinking, maybe the fairy sister misunderstood that she was in the same group as the stinky Taoist priest, so she should kill the killer.

But she doesn't blame her sister. Because her mother told her that many of the fox immortal people were hunted by Taoist priests and demon collectors to make pills, and their gods were destroyed.

The tide has taken a turn for the worse. caught Du Chanyin off guard for a while. The fortune teller in the distance was looking at him fiercely at this time, his eyes full of murderous intent. He is probably the master he perceived as soon as he entered the village.

In her opinion, although she has a lot of lives on her hands, it is those stinky men who do not love themselves and covet her beauty and pleasure. She has never harmed those who are kind and virtuous. It's not a traitor.

If they are guilty of killing, how can mortals deal with themselves? Which of the chickens, ducks, and fish they eat every day is not their life? Which one has no wives and children? They slaughter animals, often by bloodletting them slowly bleed to death? Not to mention eating live jumping fish and live monkey brains, aren't these cruel?

There are even many hunters who specially designed to capture spiritual objects with cultivation in Xiaowu Mountain, and made medicinal food or pills for the dignitaries and nobles in the city. In order to practice, many of the monsters in it have changed their nature to eat meat to vegetarians, and they have never done a single bad thing, but they are eaten by mortals alone. What are they guilty of?

Why can't you get along with me and other demons?!

If this is my burial place tonight, then I will also complete my mission and fight him on behalf of our demons.

Although Du Chanyin was moved by the kindness of the fox in front of him, he couldn't bear to hurt his kind. But at this time, the arrow had to be fired.

The last melody was about to be played, killing all the men and women present on the spot.

I saw a flash of silver-white sword light, as fast as lightning, and a sword that was cold and clear in the moonlight, between breaths, rushed straight towards Du Chanyin's face.

Everywhere he went, he left behind a bright light, which would disappear after a momentary sparkle.

At the same moment, a white mist suddenly fell from the sky, and the stage was empty, only covering the crowd. Isolated from the stage. It was in a bowl, and inside the bowl were Du Chanyin, Bai Yun and the purple-clothed maid. Outside the bowl are ordinary villagers.

Although they couldn't see the specific situation in the fog, the villagers seemed to be frozen. Everyone remained motionless in their previous positions. There was no sound.

There was a dead silence, only the sound of the beeping sword piercing the icy air.

The wind seemed to stand still, and the fog was almost motionless. It's an enchantment.

"Today is your day of death. A deep voice exploded above the stage.

However, the fortune teller standing in the distance still only looked at him coldly, and did not see him make any moves.

Isn't this stinky fortune teller?

Du Chanyin threw away the pipa, concentrated his energy, and struck hard, using a golden soft-handled spear to entangle the long sword that rushed in the face.

A sword and a gun fought fiercely in the air, up and down, left and right.

Glittering with gold and silver.

As the sound of the pipa stopped, Bai Yun sat on the ground, supported the ground with one hand, covered his chest with the other, and spat out two mouthfuls of blood in a row.

Du Chanyin felt that the blood and qi in his body were tumbling, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he was about to lose his strength. Therefore, he glared at the woman in purple who was still trembling next to her. This is the apprentice she only took in last year, a willow spirit.

Although the purple-clothed maid was afraid, she also saw that she would die tonight, and if she didn't go, she would die. He simply gritted his teeth, stood firm, put his hands to the sky, and used his whole body demonic power to help the soft gun.

The corners of Du Chanyin's mouth began to spill blood. At this time, she was close to the little fox, and she had already sensed that the little fox was pure, and its spiritual power was quite high, and it was not contaminated with any red dust or even killing.

Just because he was hurt by himself and returned to her for the sake of reporting to her, Du Chanyin decided to save the little fox and let her live.

"Let's practice well!" said Du Chanyin with his other hand to use a spell to hold Bai Yun up, trying to send her out of the enchantment.

However, it was this distraction that the soft-handled spear was defeated in the grappling and split in half with the click of the long sword.

Du Chanyin also vomited blood, clutched his chest and fell, falling to the ground at the same time as Bai Yun.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Bai Yun crawled over crying and held Du Chanyin's hand. The temperature was as bitter as ice.

"I don't deserve your help. Let's go!" Du Chanyin saw that the sword was about to stab down, and pushed Bai Yun away violently.

Close your eyes tightly and wait for a sword to pierce your heart.

Who knew that he only heard a scream of "ah", and it turned out that the willow spirit pounced on Du Chanyin at the last moment.

The sword pierced through the willow spirit's back and stabbed into Du Chanyin's abdomen.

Blood from the wound on the willow spirit's back gushed out, wetting the purple garment, and it flowed more and more. At the same time, there was also a black gas that continued to emit out.

Under the reflection of blood, the sword was even more cold.

"Liu'er, why are you so stupid?" Du Chanyin asked the dying apprentice with tears in his eyes. She picked up the willow spirit's immature little face, and saw that her face was becoming more and more gray and dark. You know, the apprentice willow spirit is usually the most timid and afraid of pain.

At this time, the apprentice must be very painful, very painful, very scared, very afraid.

"Because you are my master. My only family. ”

"You don't want to die. Silly apprentice. I'm using you!" Du Chanyin said, hesitated for a moment, and then gave his apprentice a mouth-to-mouth crossing.

"Master, don't save me. I'm leaving. See you in the next life!" Willow Tree Spirit suddenly burst out with amazing courage and strength, she stood up, and cut off Du Chanyin's aura.

Her eyes were red and there were tears in her eyes, and she was suffering from the sharp pain of the blade cutting her internal organs, and she saw that her intestines were about to roll out.

Then he drew the sword that had pierced his chest. As soon as her hand touched the sword, her true body instantly appeared, a small withered willow tree, which immediately spontaneously combusted and turned into a cloud of ashes.

A strong wind blew, and the ashes flew into the air and disappeared.

It seems that in this world, the timid and shy woman in purple just now has never existed.

The night is slightly cool. Du Chanyin's heart was slightly cold.

Foolish, and said goodbye in the next life. Don't you know that the demon who is slain by this sword will not have an afterlife?

I don't know when, Du Chanyin has burst into tears. Maybe it's a human being a demon, love, hate, good, evil, it's just a difference in length and shortness, and it's not worth a death.

Bai Yun had just been thrown out by Du Chanyin some distance, close to the edge of the stage.

Although Du Chanyin and his apprentice Liu Shujing were both afraid of death, they both knew that they would be invincible to that stinky Taoist priest. The sincere friendship of standing up for each other deeply moved Bai Yun.

"Sister. I'll pull out this sword for you!"

"Fool, let's go!" Du Chanyin also felt that his demonic power was constantly pouring out.

Although Du Chanyin, an old demon, doesn't know what kind of sword this is. But it must be an ancient sword with domineering spiritual power. And the willow spirit has already witnessed the power of this sword.

If you go to draw your sword now, won't you kill yourself and never be able to live forever?

What a silly bubbling little vixen!

"I'm going to save you!"

Bai Yun got up and stumbled towards Du Chanyin, who was lying in the center of the stage.