If you really have to wait for the white-haired swordsman to rush over to save people, it will be a little late. At the same time that the Sword Immortal Trace encountered the corpse jar, the sky turned from light to dark, and a blood-red full moon appeared on the dense fog forest. Shen Wudao then attacked, trapping Danfeng Gongsun Yue, who was carrying Lan Yizhang's monarch.

At this moment, a black-clothed iron-faced figure appeared under the red moon at the same time! The man was tall and tall, with a pitch-black mask on his face, and he raised his hand and shot straight into the sky with a sword, slashing at the Void Red Moon!

His feet landed on the log, and Danfeng Gongsun Yue, who was in the divine space, sensed at the same time, and noticed the spatial change at this moment. The demon general didn't see the body of the mad Hua suddenly appeared, and the thin sword god was like rain and mist, wanting to seize the life of the prey caught first. "Drink!" Gongsun Yue's martial arts cultivation is superior, ranking fourth among the five people in the geography department, although he shoulders one person, his movements are not slow at all, and the silk fan is swaying blood rainbow together, and there seems to be a maple leaf withering and falling.

The god did not have a sword to stab the maple leaves, leaving only a few blood flowers in the red moon space. Danfeng Gongsun Yue immediately made a decision, took advantage of the gap and retreated, and a black-clothed evil shadow responded with a sword, and a sword silently forced back the ruler of the gods.

Gongsun Yue suffered sword wounds in many places on both arms, and finally got out of trouble.

The sword immortal trail is being killed!

The Divine Void is no longer where the hut used to be. After Gongsun Yue landed on the ground with Zhang Haojun on her back, she no longer saw the black-clothed masked swordsman who had helped before, but a black-haired wasted man with no visible equipment and tattered clothes, sitting cross-legged on the stone table and spinning around and descending from the sky. This is exactly the strange man and the six ugly wastes hidden in the shrine near the Imperial City in the northern corner: "Come with me!" "While the demon world hasn't chased after you, go quickly.

Danfeng Gongsun Yue was still worried about the immortal traces of the sword: "There is still one person missing, and you need to go to the rescue." ”

"Don't worry, someone will go."

The six ugly wasters did not delay any longer, and condensed the qi to capture the unconscious Lan Yizhang Yuanjun, and quickly left the wilderness with Danfeng Gongsun Yue.

Inside the misty forest, the sound of the chain wheels is terrifying, the monster corpse jar alone blocks the way of the sword immortal traces, and the ancient dust smashes the demon fog as soon as it comes out! The rotting corpse was unconscious, like a fierce beast thirsting for flesh and blood, raising its hand to block the sword qi with iron chains, and at the same time, a bloody rain gushed out of the corpse jar, turning into a white bone phantom, shocking the human soul. As long as you are not careful, you will be swept away by this white bone phantom, and your body will be snatched into the magic jar, and you will be chewed and devoured by the corpse jar and turned into blood and mud.

It's an ugly way to die.

The sword immortal trace white hair shawl, a white dress stained with blood in many places, with the luck of the ancient dust, the wound on the chest bleed again. His injuries were left by the people of the Demon Realm when he was investigating the missing place of the Holy Trace, and he was injured by a conflict between the Geography Department and Dongfang Dingli on the way. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the two gatekeepers of Shenwu and Tianhuang, which caused the battle situation to change, and Danfeng Gongsun Yue, who heard the news, intervened halfway, I really can't say what the outcome would have been at that time.

It is mainly based on moving and dodging, and occasionally supplemented by swordsmanship to resist the enemy, after all, it is one of the pinnacles of the three sects, and the sword immortal trace is injured and the corpse tank does not fall down at all. However, the injured person's physical strength is limited, and the surrounding fog seems to be strange, trapped in layers and endless, and it is impressive to be restrained under the retraction.

The attack of the injury was slow, and the sword immortal trace was hit hard by the volley of the corpse cylinder, and the white clothes were stained with blood again. He is also the lowest point of luck, perhaps it is the sequelae of Gu Chen's participation in martial arts, here and now...... Raising his eyes and looking at the bloody fangs and sharp teeth in the corpse jar, the sword immortal had the intention of killing himself.

The demonic fog gathered more and more, and the danger became stronger and stronger.

On a high ground beyond the Misty Forest, a fleshy painter in a white shirt and black shirt was condescendingly drawing a picture with a pen on an easel in front of him. There was a demonic aura on the picture, and it was a scene of the confrontation between the two sides of the dense fog forest. This person is a sorcerer sent by the Xenodemon Realm to assist the corpse vat, named Painting Soul, and is good at drawing into the game and performing the art of spell killing!

Seeing the painting soul sneering in a low voice, he pointed out with a straight stroke, adding a sharp blade in the dense fog to form a killing machine. Suddenly, someone behind him crushed the stones on the ground, and there had never been footsteps before, and the sound was more like a deliberate warning. The painting soul held the pen for a moment, tilted his head slightly, and saw a tall figure standing behind him at some point. The man was only a foot away from him, his hands were in his sleeves, and his shoulders were draped in a wide Confucian shirt, and he was a gray-clothed scholar who looked down.

"Good drawing."

Seeing that he was discovered, the gray-clothed scholar simply said: "My family lives near here, and you have such a big fog, you will accidentally let passers-by get lost, so you should add some moonlight." ”

When the scholar spoke, a paintbrush had already jumped onto the paper. When the painting soul could not be stopped, I saw that a full moon had been added to the paper. The moonlight shines on the trees, and the fog spreads!

A game-breaker.

The moonlight dispelled the fog and illuminated the way out of the forest. The sword immortal trail jumped into the air when he saw the opportunity, and Gu Chen was pulled by the qi machine, and instantly turned into a cascading silver mang, completely dispelling the last trace of confusion. The white bones around were exposed to the moonlight, and they were broken one by one by the ancient dust sword shadow, and the corpse jar had to retreat for a while, and the surrounding scene was like a canvas being exposed by someone in the air, revealing the truth behind it.

Barren mountains and wilderness, thatched huts are not far behind. On the high ground, the painting soul did not know the way of the scholar behind him, and he retreated, and tore the canvas with the last stroke: "Go!" ”

After receiving the message, the corpse jar was unwilling to retreat, the demonic fog completely dispersed, turning from night to day, and the sun penetrated and escaped death. Jianzi Xianji held the ground with a sword, closed his eyes to breathe, and suddenly felt that there was someone behind him, and suddenly turned around and raised his hand, but was held by a worn paper fan with a sword: "Daoist, are you okay?" ”

Behind stood a gray-clad scholar.

He has a straight face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his facial features are not too prominent, but they reveal an indescribable elegance and harmony. The scholar was dressed in a washed white gray-blue Confucian shirt, his black hair was tied with a turban, and only the jade pendant hanging from his waist seemed to be worth some money, and he held a shabby paper fan in his right hand, the edges of which had been polished yellow: "My name is Fu Leshu, and I temporarily live nearby." Dao Chief, can you still walk? As if he had the feeling of taking care of the sword immortal traces, the gray-clothed scholar named Fu Leshu took two steps back after he stood firm, and waited calmly.

Jianzi Immortal Qi also saw the person in front of him clearly, and he could even detect the pure saint Confucianism from the orthodoxy of the three religions on the other party's body, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after ten thousand tribulations: "It's okay." ”

"Then would you like to go with Fu?"

Fu Leshu inserted the folding fan into his waist and raised his hand to make an inviting gesture.

Ancient dust into the sheath. This place is no longer safe, and there is no trace of Danfeng Gongsun Yue around.

At this time, Jianzi Immortal Qi felt weak: "Ha...... I can't ask for it. The white-haired old man was calm, raised his hand and put his arm into the scholar's hand, and slowly moved his steps. He can only think about the good place now, since he can get out of danger, he hopes that Gongsun Yue can also have enough luck.

In fact, the luck of Danfeng Gongsun Yue, who was specially cared for by the six ugly wasters, was much better than that of the sword immortal who was going unlucky. When Du Fanglin and the white-haired swordsman arrived at the scene, they happened to bump into the six ugly wasters who also rushed to respond. As soon as the two parties and the three of them looked at each other, the eyes of the white-haired swordsman changed instantly.

Du Fanglin stepped forward to stop the white-haired swordsman's movements. The six ugly wasters passed by the two of them blindly, and then took away the two sisters and brothers of Danfeng Gongsun Yuejieyi, at this time, the sword immortal was trusted by everyone because of his ability, and he was also thrown into the enchantment in the mist painting of the woods.

Originally, the white-haired swordsman wanted to break the siege.

Unable to stand Du Fanglin, he stepped forward again, folding a fan and pressing the wrist of the white-haired sword man who was about to draw a sword. The white-haired swordsman stopped his movements for the second time and raised his eyes: It's just three things, and you have to explain.

"Not anymore."

Du Fanglin had already sensed the familiar aura from a distance, and the qi machine interfered with the enchantment in the painting unhindered, instantly tearing through the mist killing machine, and then forming an illusory bright moon: "That person, I can't see it for the time being." "That's a guy I know.

It was really unexpected that this person would stay in the Northern Regions, Qin Si Strings moved to pay music books, and he was originally the least good at painting, but it seems that his travels over the years have made people grow a little.

"That's my disciple."

Du Fanglin said: "Now, follow me to the shrine!" ”