Ruan Ziling glanced at Jinxi, who was a little embarrassed: "Senior Sister Jin is still not leaving?"

Jinxi was stunned for a moment, didn't look at Ruan Ziling, and did not hesitate to sacrifice the flying magic weapon, and finally said in a pretentious manner: "Thank you Senior Sister Ruan for coming to the rescue, Senior Sister I will take the first step, I must be able to cope with it with Senior Sister's ability." ”

As soon as Jinxi left, the four junior sisters who were lucky enough to survive hurriedly followed Yujian.

"Little beauty, your companion left you and ran away, aren't you afraid?" Seeing that Ruan Ziling had a mocking look on the corner of his mouth, but there was no trace of fear on his face, Feiyao couldn't help but ask curiously.

Jinxi smiled disdainfully: "Afraid, what's there to be afraid of?"

She didn't want to make Jinxi grateful to her when she saved Jinxi, but Jinxi was still of some use to her now and couldn't die, so she just happened to come to the rescue.

As for facing the Demon Lord Scythe, she has her own way to get out.

Although Jinxi has a gorgeous appearance, in the eyes of the flying sickle, it is just a container carrying aura and essence, so where can there be any pity.

At that moment, he laughed and turned into black smoke and drifted towards Ruan Ziling.

"Wait!" Ruan Ziling shouted in the air.

Black Smoke heard her shout, but when she was afraid, he didn't stop, but continued to rush towards her.

Ruan Ziling scolded secretly in her heart, and with a touch of her wrist, a black bead appeared in her palm.

The black smoke slammed, turning into a human form in front of her, and her gloomy eyes stared at the beads in her hand: "This... Where did you get it from?"

Ruan Ziling withdrew her outstretched hand, twisted the black beads between her fingers, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was very weird: "Where did this thing come from, the demon lord doesn't need to ask, if the demon lord wants this thing, I can also offer it with both hands, and even help find the few missing ones." ”

Apparently she hadn't finished her sentence, but Scythe had already understood what she meant, "Your conditions?" and his voice was flat, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking.

"Kill someone. The corners of Ruan Ziling's mouth showed a hint of fierceness.

The flying sickle smiled and said, "Why should this seat be at your mercy? If I kill you, isn't the thing in your hand still my seat?"

Ruan Ziling's face froze, but soon showed a confident look: "Since I can find one, I naturally know the whereabouts of the others, and the demon king must have his own plans in his heart." ”

The flying sickle's fierce body suddenly leaned forward, and the frightened Ruan Ziling took several steps back, and the flying sickle straightened up with satisfaction.

Who is he flying sickle? How can he be coerced? It's just that that thing is the key to the survival of his demon race, and he has to compromise temporarily, hmph, the day the thing is done, it will be the time when this woman dies.

"Okay, I'll believe you once, if you dare to deceive this seat, this seat will let you taste what is the pain of bone-loving heart, and what is the bitterness of the soul. Fei Yao grabbed the black robe and snatched the black beads from Ruan Ziling's hand.

Although Ruan Ziling was quite jealous in her heart, she knew that Feiyao had a request for her, so she was not so timid, and even had a complacent meaning in her heart.

Not to mention the agreement reached between Ruan Ziling and the Demon King Feiyao, but Chu Yuanyang and Feng Lige, who were heading to the periphery of Python Mountain, were unlucky, and they had just escaped from the wolf's mouth and entered the tiger's den.

"Little slut, you have a big fate, you can't die like this. "The Daoist of the Valley in a gray robe stood opposite Chu Yuanyang and Feng Lige with a hideous face.

Feng Lige hugged his arms and stepped aside with a comfortable face, as if to say, this old thing is looking for you, and it has nothing to do with me.

Chu Yuanyang squinted with disdain and glanced at Feng Lige, who was watching a good show, and turned his eyes to the terrifying face of the Taoist of Shangwei Valley, and said with a light smile: "The seniors are worried, the younger generations are blessed with great lives, and nature can't die, but the seniors, you, are still tired and running around when you are old, and even the younger generations can't bear to see it!"

The Daoist of the Valley grinned at the mouth with the missing lip flap and sneered: "Little slut, you are still so sharp and sharp when you die." ”

Chu Yuanyang smiled again: "The predecessor is wonderful!"

The Taoist didn't want to have a verbal dispute with her, so he kept saying: "Hand over the old man's things, maybe the old man can make your death more happy." ”

Chu Yuanyang naturally knew what he was referring to, not to mention that handing over the Nether Sail could not save his life, even if he could save his life, she would not give it to him.

"Oh, what is the senior's?" she asked knowingly.

Where did the Daoist of the Valley not understand what she meant, although the Nether Sail was taken by him from the hands of others, but in whose hands it belonged to whomever it was: "Little slut, you have to hand over this thing today, and you have to hand it over if you don't hand it over." ”

Chu Yuanyang smiled indifferently, the meaning is obvious, if I don't pay, how will you stay?

Although she seems to be indifferent to the threat of the Daoist of the Valley on the surface, she is trying to figure out how to get out of it.

Judging from the hatred of the Daoist of the Valley towards her, it is absolutely impossible to let her go, even if she sits low and small, she will only be ridiculed in plain terms, and she will not be able to change the mind of the Daoist of the Valley.

"How can this be reasonable!" The Daoist of the Valley was enraged by her attitude, and offered a sword with green light with his empty hands: "Go!"

With the sound of his fingers pinching and shouting, the green light sword shot towards Chu Yuanyang like a laser.

Chu Yuanyang was startled and hurriedly dodged, but it was a pity that this time the Daoist of the Thrilling Valley used five layers of spiritual power, where could a person who cultivated during the Qi cultivation period dodge.

And the protective weapon on her body has been damaged, if this fatal blow stabs her, she can only be killed on the spot.

The strong wind force came towards him, sliding through the brocade of the cyan dress that was flying because of the wind, and when the green light touched the cyan belt on his abdomen, his body was suddenly pushed to the side.

"You woman, in addition to causing me trouble, is to block me, I really don't know if I owe you in my last life. Feng Lige held the Qingguang Sword and helped her block the fatal blow.

The eyes of the people of the Valley Dao were slightly surprised: "Protective holy weapon?"

When Feng Lige slammed his sword into the green light sword, a piercing white light was evident from his body.

Feng Lige ignored the research eyes of the Daoist of the Valley, and the corners of his eyes raised: "Senior, you have to be forgiving and forgiving." ”

The disparity in strength between him and the Thrilling Valley Daoist is too great, if he really fights, where is he the opponent of the Thrilling Valley Daoist?

Although he has a holy weapon to defend himself, he can only hold back the Taoist of Horror Valley for a while, and after a long time, the holy weapon is damaged, and he also has the share of fleeing for his life.

Although there was still a "life talisman" given by the man, he didn't want to use it until the last moment.

What Feng Lige thinks in his heart is not what the people of the Valley Dao people think.

"Boy, if you want to compete with the old man, I'm afraid you're not qualified enough!" As the words fell, the Daoist changed a few more gestures, commanding the green light sword to attack towards Feng Lige.

Feng Lige's cultivation is not as good as that of the Daoist of the Thrilling Valley, although the Daoist of the Thrilling Valley can't hurt him for a while, but he can't help the Daoist of the Thrilling Valley.

Chu Yuanyang, who was standing on the side, knew that his cultivation was low, but the target of the attack of the Daoist of the Horror Valley was her, how could she let Feng Lige bear all this with peace of mind.