After his face changed a few times, he returned to calm, and waited quietly beside Li Luo, without saying a word. Ｘ

Li Luo sighed secretly, maybe it was Zhemu Hetu's life that should not be extinguished, or maybe Li Luo was pedantic, after all, at this time tonight, Zhemu Hetu temporarily left a life.

Zhemu Hetu looked up at Li Luo, who was a few steps away in front of him, Li Luo stood with his back to him, and he couldn't see the look on Li Luo's face clearly. Zhemu Hetu's face flashed, and he whispered calmly: "Lord Wang, the time of ion is not far away, if Lord Wang can't save the girl who has returned to the stream, it has nothing to do with me." ”

Li Luo snorted, didn't look back, and said lightly: "If Miss Liu is unfortunate enough to suffer, naturally there is a master who is hidden in the city to come forward for her, whether it has nothing to do with you, but to see if the master who is hidden in the city can believe you." ”

Zhemu Hetu's face is slightly stiff, if there will be a big hidden in the city behind him, day and night, I am afraid that I will not be able to sleep at night, and I will be restless. But the future will be talked about later, and in any case, you must live through today.

"Hmph, this matter is not worrying about the prince, it is not a day or two that Da Yin is in the city and my division is the enemy, if I am afraid of the name of Da Yin in the city, I will not plot against her."

"Reasonable, let's go." Li Luo suddenly said in a flat voice.

Zhemu Hetu was stunned, he didn't expect Li Luo to let himself leave so easily, which was quite surprising. Although Li Luo promised to be in front, it was difficult to feel at ease along the way, if Li Luo did not keep his promise, Zhemu Hetu would be dead or alive. Treachery is easy for Zhemu Hetu, and he spends the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, but he is not to blame for Zhemu Hetu's anxiety for days.

"If you don't go, you don't have to." Li Luo suddenly turned around, Zhemu Hetu gasped, snorted, took two steps back before slowly standing still, suddenly changed color, his lips trembled slightly, and he said word by word for a long time, "Thirteen Da Luo." ”

A few steps away, Li Luo, who was just in front of Zhemu Hetu, disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only a demon who had just escaped from the abyss of the underworld, there was no expression on the pale blue mask, and even a pair of eyes had lost a little bit of mood change, cold as a piece of 10,000-year-old ice, pure and monotonous, calmly staring at everything in the world, as if there was only black and white left between heaven and earth, and the primate of all things was only divided into life and death.

Zhemu Hetu screamed, didn't care about hiding his tracks, and rushed down the sheep intestine path, causing several people on the platform to look at him in astonishment.

With the Minghong knife in his hand, the blood-red skylar jumped in sight, dancing up and down around the Minghong knife. Li Luo held a knife in one hand, walked out of the hiding place on the edge of the cliff, and walked straight into the field, without the slightest intention of hiding his tracks. The Ming Hong knife in Li Luo's hand struck his leg with an extremely strange beat, and every time he slapped it on his leg, he could see a few drops of residual flowers like flames splashing out and disappearing into the darkening night. Step by step, one by one, everyone in the field of vision was like nothing, and they walked towards the white boulder in the middle of it.

Such an appearance makes people feel a little ruffian, but the dark red sword light, the red lark that is jumping with joy, and the demonic killing intent that gradually has a revival under the 10,000-year-old Xuan Ice, Li Luo at this moment is particularly terrifying.

No one stopped him, and the person who was reading and saying stopped what he was saying, straightened up and looked at Li Luo, who was slowly coming; The person who bowed down also raised his head and looked at Li Luo fixedly. One hundred and seventy-two people on the platform looked at Li Luo in unison, but no one moved even half a minute, and they all looked indifferently at Li Luo, who came with a knife.

If it was an ordinary person walking in it, but seeing the eyes of these ancient relics, I was afraid that I would break out in a cold sweat. These people are all living creatures, and they still have breath, but there is a strange sluggishness in the eyes of their eyes, as if seven souls and six spirits have lost one soul and one soul, and under this skin bag is a broken soul, which looks particularly awkward.

However, at this moment, there is one more Difu Daluo who looks like a person and a ghost, and even if these ancient relics are missing a soul and a soul, these people on the stone platform look a lot more ordinary.

Li Luo, under the mask of the Great Luo Ghost, slowly walked to Liuyunzhan's side, ignoring the strange and bewitching blue flower on one side, and quietly looked at Liuyunzhan who was sleeping soundly. Liuyunzhan's expression was very peaceful, as if he was really asleep. Li Luo didn't say anything to wake up Liuyunzhan, put a hand on Liuyunzhan's shoulder, and suddenly raised it, and saw that Liuyunzhan, who was still calm and calm, suddenly showed a painful expression, and his pretty face was almost distorted together.

Li Luo's hand was stunned slightly, and when he looked over, he saw that the hand that should have belonged to the evil ghost of the underworld also trembled involuntarily. The back of Liuyunzhan is covered with countless white hairs, like rhizomes, and like the mouthparts of live insects, which are still slowly wriggling with the naked eye. In a wisp of white hair, there is a small imperceptible blood line connecting the Liuyun stack and the white stone platform, and these blood lines are also countless, I don't know how many. This bewitching blue flower can bloom with such a dazzling color with the qi and blood of the Liuyun stack.

Blood sacrifice, Li Luo remembered what Zhemu Hetu said, sacrificing the ancient demon god with the blood of the virgin, no wonder it would take twelve hours. With such a thin blood line as a gossamer, twelve hours is really not much, but letting the sacrificer endure such a miserable twelve hours is several times more vicious than Ling Chi.

Again, people were sacrificed, and this time they were alive. Li Luo waved his knife with his backhand, and was about to cut off the white hair on Liuyunzhan's back. Suddenly, Li Luo's sword-wielding hand paused in mid-air, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look around, and the ancient relics who were still sluggish and wooden suddenly stood up in unison, looking at Li Luo expressionlessly.

Li Luo slowly put down the Liuyun stack, a frightened smile hung on the corner of his mouth under the mask, his eyes gradually became hot, and then a strange laugh came out of his throat, indifferent and happy. The Ming Hong knife suddenly flourished red, and in an instant, it overshadowed the bewitching blue flowers on the white boulder.

This night, the blue glow gradually dimmed, but the red fierceness did not stop in the slightest.

In the early morning, a long time had passed when the first rays of morning light reached the stone platform halfway up the mountain. Liuyunzhan stretched and yawned out of his sleep, which seemed to have fallen into an endless dream, unable to wake up, and almost sank into it. Xu has slept for a long time, and his whole body is soft and has no strength, and he is lazy and unwilling to move.

After lying down for a while, Liuyunzhan reluctantly opened his eyes, and he saw the cliff and dangerous peak, and there was a gentle wind blowing in his ears.