When the people who escaped from the shadows killed all the ordinary people who fled into the forest, and the blood flowed all over the mountainside.

Xian Wuji's smug smile pierced through the sky, and Nian Xiaojiao sounded extremely harsh, shaking her eardrums.

It's just that the pain in the ear is only a drop in the bucket compared to the pain in the heart.

Nian Xiaojiao saw from afar that Sha Po was leading people, outflanking from the dark forest, and containing Xian Wuji's subordinates one by one, the winner is the king, and the loser is the coward. For such a vicious executioner, they did not mean to let go, and when the knife fell, another group of people fell to the ground.

Standing high in the air, Xianwuji did not mean to save his subordinates, and had an attitude of watching the fire from the other side. Seeing that Xiaojiao was puzzled in her heart, she looked at Xian Wuji, and then looked back at the actions of the shapo and their slaughter, and the blood belts they brought up dyed the entire soil red.

Why doesn't Xianwuji stop it? A conjecture suddenly rose in Nian Xiaojiao's mind, could it be that he needed more blood as a sacrifice?

Thinking of this possibility, Nian Xiaojiao's heart suddenly cooled, and she hurriedly stopped it: "Keep people under the knife!" ”

Immortal Wuji looked up to the sky and smiled: "Hahaha! It's too late, it's up! ”

With that, Immortal Wuji threw a sword with black qi towards the depths of the mountain forest. The direction in which the sword fell, a sky-high red light rose. With the place where the sword fell as the center, and the whole mountain as the medium, a regular six-pointed star was born, and the six points of the six-pointed star were also red to the sky, illuminating the entire Wushou Mountain as bright as day.

It's just that whether it's people or trees, they all have a strange red.

It is like the color of sin rising from the depths of purgatory.

Nian Xiaojiao and the others were also wrapped in a six-pointed star, the sword in their hands seemed to have become heavier, and it became more and more difficult to breathe. The influence of the formation began to affect the people in the formation, and if it continued like this, I was afraid that my life would be in danger.

Nian Xiaojiao forcibly suppressed the restlessness and discomfort in her heart that arose with the formation, and shouted at the crowd: "If you want to live, go down the mountain quickly." Immortal Wuji deceives you, even if you are from the Tianyin faction, you are also the abandoned son of the Tianyin faction, and you are the burial object of the formation. ”

No matter which side it was, because of the rise of this formation, they all felt a terrifying coercion, and they had stopped all fighting.

Nian Xiaojiao's words woke everyone up, and they scattered like birds and beasts, heading towards the foot of the mountain.

"It's late, the formation is complete, and no one can escape!"

Immortal Wuji said, and used a breath of true qi to inject into the center of the six-pointed star, the foothold of the Golden Holy Sword. For a while, the dark red light began to reveal a stream of black, and the shadow formed made the entire Wushou Mountain looming, like the deepest purgatory, revealing a wave of despair, despair devouring life.

A sense of uneasiness arose from Nian Xiaojiao's heart, because she felt the abnormal movement in her sleeve, the ice dragon let out a low roar, and then flew towards the sky, and the gradually larger body revealed a light blue, a gray and white, like a thousand feet of solid ice in the depths of the snow ridge, reflecting the red and black light of Wushou Mountain.

Only by covering their eyes with their hands can they avoid the strong light, and they can barely see through their fingers, and the mighty ice dragon is restlessly swimming in mid-air.

The ice dragon's long roar brought up a hail rain and smashed it to the ground, smashing everyone into a hurry, even Xianwuji, who was not spared. After the hail rain, the ice dragon began to head towards the Golden Holy Sword. In the center of the six-pointed star, because of the arrival of the ice dragon, a red and a blue faintly rose, and the two halos intertwined together were like the collision of ice and fire, contradictory and harmonious.

Nian Xiaojiao felt that it was difficult to raise her hands, and some of the little Taoist priests and people who were weak had already fallen to the ground, bleeding from the five holes, and I was afraid that it would be more auspicious. In just half a minute, there were less than ten people standing, and at the beginning, there were nearly more than 10,000 people going up the mountain. Human life is really like a mustard.

"Immortal Wuji, aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"Retribution? I am the heavens, the master of the lives of others, what is the retribution? In my case, only the loser is the loser! Immortal Wuji raised a mysterious smile: "Nian Xiaojiao, thank you so much for cultivating the ice dragon for me, otherwise, today's formation would not be so successful, this power of destroying the world is more than what the ancient books say." It's all thanks to you! Hahaha~~~"

Looking at the devastation, her heart couldn't help but be sad, and she barely supported herself with a knife, and moved to Nian Xiaojiao's side: "This old devil pulled the entire Wushou Mountain to be buried." I'll fight them as hard as I can. Xiaojiao, rush out, stay in the green mountains, and don't be afraid of no wood to burn. In the future, avenge our hatred. ”

Nian Xiaojiao raised a fragile smile: "Shapo, I won't leave any of them behind, otherwise I won't be able to forgive myself." ”

She looked at Shang Hong through the shoulders of the woman, there was a deep worry in his eyes, and there was sincere concern, Nian Xiaojiao smiled, and said softly: "Whether you recognize me on the surface or not, you still have me in your heart." ”

Looking at the raging mountain fire in the mountains because of the formation, half of the sky was dyed red. Nian Xiaojiao suddenly remembered a picture in her mind, that was when she was a child, in the Netherworld Forest, every summer, there were a lot of moths, when she lit the kerosene lamp at night, there would be swarms of moths, flapping their wings, towards the light.

She felt that at the moment, she was a moth, knowing that she would further fire the sea and knife mountain, but she was still struggling to flap her wings forward.

"Ah Jin, let's roll up our sleeves and do a big job today!"

Nian Xiaojiao said, threw the bright moon and breeze nine twisted beads in his hand into the grass next to him, and pulled out a soft sword from his waist, golden, in stark contrast to the black and red light that filled the air. That's the color of light, the color that breaks the haze.

Nian Xiaojiao and Ah Jin seemed to be one, spinning and soaring forward, the tip of the sword pointing directly in the direction of Xian Wuji.

A man and a dragon as fast as a bolt of lightning arrived in front of Xianwuji in the blink of an eye, close! It's closer!

A sword locked his throat, and he was about to stab Immortal Wuji, and suddenly the figure in front of him flickered, and it was like a phantom, moving towards the side.

Nian Xiaojiao only picked one shoulder of Xianwuji's clothes.

Immortal Wuji shook his head again and again: "It's a pity, it's a pity!"

"What a pity?" Nian Xiaojiao looked at the god-chattering fairy Wuji and asked.

"It's a pity that you didn't take the only chance, and you still weren't fast enough. If you want to sneak up on me again, it's wishful thinking. Immortal Wuji's white robe flicked, and he pulled out a bamboo-shaped ink bamboo sword from his waist: "My sword has followed me for more than 70 years." It is made of 10,000 years of white jade bamboo, and it is as hard as steel. The white jade bamboo is white, guess why my sword is called the ink bamboo sword? ”

Nian Xiaojiao stared at Xian Wuji viciously, not knowing what tricks he was playing, just staring at him like that, and had no intention of answering his question.

Xian Wuji shook his head: "Little girl, like those famous old antiques, is very boring, too serious. This sword has accompanied me in the demon cave for more than ten years, because there is too much blood stained, first it turned dark red, and finally, it became as black as ink. These are the colors of human life, red to the extreme. ”

Nian Xiao's face became extremely ugly in Immortal Wuji's words, and she tried her best to suppress the disgusting feeling in her heart, and tried her best to take her eyes off the ink bamboo sword.

Demon cave, Nian Xiaojiao has heard of it. It was seen in the most secret archives of the Firmament Pavilion. The Demon Cave is the place where the Tianyin Sect cultivates the next generation of elites, and it is an isolated island. Those who entered there were all naïve children, and very few came out of that island, but as long as they survived, they were all important figures of the Tianyin Sect.

Back then, Immortal Wuji was the leader in the Demon Cave, the most talented person in the Tianyin Sect, with a ruthless heart and vicious methods. Tianyin Huai's father, Tianyin Crane, was extremely valued and entrusted with a heavy responsibility. And Xian Wuji has never disappointed Tianyin Crane, no matter how difficult things are, they can be completed beautifully, and even, he once broke into the palace of Yinping Kingdom and slaughtered the emperor of Yinping Kingdom. Since then, the Emperor of Yinping has been an impostor, an accomplice of the Tianyin faction, who has deceived other countries and forces on this continent for decades.

Immortal Wuji tapped the ink bamboo sword, and the person floated forward, ghostly in front of Nian Xiaojiao.

The two drew their swords and faced each other, Nian Xiaojiao was obviously a little struggling, between the sword light and stone fire, she had already made more than ten moves, Nian Xiaojiao was beaten and retreated, when she was like a kite with a broken string, lost her balance, and smashed towards the ground, she thought that she would be dizzy. I never thought that falling into the arms of a person, and my heartbeat beat too fast because of worry rang in Nian Xiaojiao's ears.

Nian Xiaojiao laughed unconsciously, even if she loses today, she is destined to end like an old tree in this mountain fire, destined to be wiped out. As long as you can be with Shang Hong, you will have no regrets.

Nian Xiaojiao looked up at the masked face, her eyes were still deep, she was still the one in her mind, and she was still worried about her.

"No matter how much you pretend not to care about me, your eyes can't deceive people. You can't let go. ”

Nian Xiaojiao smiled like a warm spring day, very bright.

"Little Jiao...... I ......"

Nian Xiaojiao looked at Shang Hong steadily, waiting for his next words.

"Be careful!"

Shang Hong's pupils shrank suddenly, becoming extremely serious, and with a whirlwind, Tongnian Xiaojiao reversed direction.

Immortal Wuji's sword stabbed into Shang Hong's back, and even came out of his belly through his body, and the tip of the sword also cut through Nian Xiaojiao's clothes.

Immortal Wuji licked the corners of his mouth bloodthirstily, pulled out the Mozhu sword, and took more than ten steps back before standing still: "My sword, I like to drink blood the most, and look, it's a little brighter." ”

Nian Xiaojiao glared at Xian Wuji viciously, helped Shang Hong, who was so painful that he couldn't stand, to sit on the grass, took out all the medicine bottles on his body, and poured the relevant medicine bottles on Shang Hong's body one by one.

People in the rivers and lakes, because it is common to suffer some sword injuries, so they will always have medicine, and they will also cherish medicine, looking at Nian Xiaojiao's use, Shang Hong was moved, and couldn't help but say loudly: "Xiaojiao, the loser is not so defeated." ”