Mu Yan sat on the couch dejectedly, the pain in her neck seemed to remind her of everything that had just happened.

She looked at the cave and pondered.

Suddenly, there was lightning and thunder outside, as if there was a majestic heavy rain, but after waiting for a long time, the rain did not come as scheduled, but a lot of spiritual power was gathered at the entrance of the barrier at the entrance of the cave.

With the sound of thunder, the aura became thicker and thicker, and Mu Yan walked towards the entrance of the cave in confusion, and when he approached the barrier, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky and slashed straight towards the cave.

Mu Yan was startled and hurriedly avoided it, and after an earth-shattering thunder, the rain began to pour down.

A crack opened in the barrier, and the aura drilled into it, and after surrounding Mu Yan for a while, it gradually disappeared.

How could there be a thunder aura here?

The thunder spirit root belongs to the alien spirit root, and the Six Realms are extremely rare, what does the heavenly thunder just now mean?

Mu Yan didn't have time to doubt too much, seeing that after those thunder aura floated out, the enchantment was about to be sealed again, and she rushed out at a lightning speed.

Dark night, ****, lightning and thunder, at this time, I was sleeping soundly in the quilt, dreaming sweetly, but Mu Yan was afraid of being discovered by Xuanmo, afraid of meeting the demon clan, and ran on the rugged mountain road in the dark.

Probably because she lost too much blood and didn't have enough spiritual power, she couldn't even use the water avoidance spell now, so she could only let the rain beat on her body.

I don't know if it's raining in Juling Mountain, what happened to Yun Zhen and Xiaoliu? Are there any kind-hearted Spirit Sword Sect disciples who have found out?

The thorns on the side of the road cut through her clothes and her skin, and the rain washed away everything like a flood, obscuring her eyes.

She didn't know where she went, when suddenly a sharp and piercing laugh came, mixed with the sound of rushing rain, not so clear, but very eerie.

The intermittent laughter resounded in his ears, and Mu Yan's heart clenched tightly.

This is the realm of the demon realm, and it is common for all kinds of demon clans to haunt, but there are very few people who come out to forage in this extreme weather.

She always had such good luck......

Looking around, I didn't see anything, except for the sound of rain.

Suddenly, after a flash of lightning, she saw not far away, a man wearing a black robe, wearing a hat, his face covered, and I don't know whether it was a demon or a demon standing under a big tree.

He didn't stand under a tree, but hung like one of those hanged people, and he felt a shiver when he looked at it.

Mu Yan stopped, trying to calm herself and calm herself, and only conjured up a wooden sword when she urged her spiritual power, she looked at the ghostly person vigilantly, and her hand tightly pulled the wooden sword.

"I said that the smell in the middle of the night is so tempting, it turns out that it is an immortal cultivator in the immortal realm, a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect."

The voice was not so sharp, but it was full of arrogance and murderous intent.

Hearing the voice, Mu Yan's tense heart relaxed a little and asked, "Who are you?" How do I know that I am from the Spirit Sword Sect? ”

His legs slowly fell to the ground, and she could feel the murderous aura in her body through the hat.

A scimitar appeared in the black-robed man's hand, and a cold light flashed, "Who am I?" You don't deserve to know! ”

Mu Yan's hand trembled slightly, and the blood oozing from the wound slowly flowed down the rain, passing through the back of her hand, then to the hilt of the sword, and then flowing through the sword body, which was washed away by the rain in an instant.

The black-robed man perverted his tongue out and licked the scimitar, and the voice he made was creepy, "It's really not good luck that you bumped into me today, but it's your luck to be a delicacy on the tip of my tongue." ”。

Mu Yan suddenly felt disgusted, and said coldly, "I don't know who is unlucky!" ”