Chapter Seventy-Four: Soul Transplantation 53

Wei Zhibingyan said in surprise, "Master."

Bi Zheng said angrily: "The enemy is coming, why don't you fight back and dodge?" Are you stupid? ”

Wei Zhibinyan lowered his head and said angrily, "How can I hear the screams of monsters? It's the beast that caused it. It must be the Nine Qi and Five Elements Array that has been rebuilt in the past few days to be able to secretly go up the mountain. ”

Roar!

There was a loud bang in the maple forest, and a white shadow flew out of the woods and rushed towards Bi Zheng and his two people.

Bi Zheng pulled Wei Zhibingyan aside and said, "You go to the side first to meditate and regulate your breathing." "This brute is going to be a teacher." Yuchi Bingyan nodded and slowly walked to the side.

Bi Zheng couldn't help but wonder when he saw her look of the six gods and no master, which was completely different from usual, but now was not the time to ask carefully, and the white giant fox attacked again.

Bi Zheng stepped forward, put his posture aside, and waited for the giant fox to attack. However, he made a wrong move and turned to the open space in front of the hut. I saw a whimper in its mouth. It picked up something on the ground and jumped off the cliff in the back mountain in one fell swoop!

Wichbin: "Ah! "I ran to the edge of the cliff and looked down. The cliffs are a hundred feet deep. It's too dark down there and I can't see the bottom.

Bi Zheng walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at it. "The cliffs are steep and there are many sharp stones at the foot of the mountain," he said. Even if this beast is a great skill, it will surely die! Seeing Wei Zhibingyan staring at the cliff, he couldn't help but ask, "Yan'er, what's wrong with you?" "Is it Lin Shuming? Did the Huiwentang disciples replace you from Yuan Haotian? What happened to him? Bi Zheng asked suspiciously.

Yu Zhibingyan's voice trembled.

Bi Zheng frowned, and a chill felt in his heart, because he clearly saw that the "thing" in the fox demon's mouth had no limbs!

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At the foot of Jiuyun Mountain, deep in the dense forest, a thin figure staggered forward.

Shuming, you won't die, I won't let you die Lan Xiaohuan slowly walked into the distance with the corpse in his arms.

Just as she fell off the cliff, Lan Xiaohuan wanted to end her life. In an instant, she remembered an incident from the past: an elder from the past had been killed. Yuan Haotian took out a magic weapon and helped the old man resurrect. At the time, his father and mother also mentioned the incident. They were full of praise for Yuan Haotian. At that time, he was also present, and he regarded Yuan Haotian as a hero!

If you can resurrect Lin Shuming, even if you can exchange my life with Yuan Haotian!

Thinking of this, she stretched out her tail and wrapped it tightly around a large tree sticking out of the rock wall. She let go of the downward trend, but still broke a few bones in her body. Luckily, she finally saved her life.

Lan Xiaohuan hugged Lin Shuming's body tightly and walked in the dense forest. Although she was about to collapse and in pain, she never let go of Lin Shuming for a moment.

At this time, Lan Xiaohuan seemed to have returned to hundreds of years ago, leaning alone beside Rhubarb's body, humming the song her mother taught her.

"Heaven and earth, fairies and demons, brotherhood, remembering the past, empty melancholy, feelings in the heart, never forget."

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The sky was ten thousand feet high, thunder rumbled, lightning streaked across the sky, and a dark shadow broke through the clouds and sped through the air.

Peng Wanli leaned over the ground and kept searching. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he burst into tears, heading straight for a black spot on the ground.

It is dozens of miles away from Jiuyun Mountain. In the distance, Jiuyun Mountain was shrouded in dark clouds. The originally beautiful and straight mountain is a little fierce and terrifying at this time.

Lan Xiaohuan was covered in blood and was very tired. In addition to black mud stains on her beautiful face, there were several long, thin wounds. She had a golden whistle on her lips, and she held the thing tightly in both hands, struggling to move forward. When she can't walk, she kneels on the ground to rest for a while, whistling. When she recovered a little, she got up again and continued walking, but even when she was tired, she did not let go of what she was holding.

Sister

Peng Wanli became an air man and landed in front of Lan Xiaohuan. His eyes were red, and he yelled, "That bastard hurt you like this? You ......" He suddenly stopped, staring at what Lan Xiaohuan was holding in his hand. He felt cold all over his body.

Click!

A thunderbolt flashed through the dark clouds, shaking the whole dark sky like day, and the light shone on the faces of the two men standing on the ground, which were pale.

Raindrops fell from the sky, and as the thunder rolled in, the rain gradually became heavier. In a short time, the water on the ground will gather into a meandering stream that spreads ahead.

Peng Wanli showed her true body in the rain, her huge wings opened slightly, and she covered Lan Xiaohuan in it to protect herself from the wind and rain. At this time, she was gently wiping Lin Shuming's bloody face with raindrops, whispering something in her mouth.

Peng Wanli sighed. Lan Xiaohuan told him the whole story. Although he said it intermittently, he also heard it.

Now it's raining too hard to fly, so I'll stop here for the time being. Taking this opportunity, Peng Wanli persuaded: "Sister, I know that Brother Lin is a good person, but people and ghosts have different ways. It's hard for you to live with him. Now in order to save him, you have to build your own life. Why bother? ”

After waiting for a while, Lan Xiaohuan did not respond. Peng Wanli said again: "We don't say whether Yuan Haotian will lend you a magic weapon." Even if he did, how much faith would he have to be saved? Your eldest brother, I have lived for more than a thousand years and have never heard of such a miracle as the resurrection. "He looks like this. He's a useless man, with no hands or feet. Are you worth paying so much for him? Listen to your brother and let him go. Let's find a place to bury him and let him be reincarnated! ”

Lan Xiaohuan's body seemed to tremble, and he said slowly: "Big brother, he died for me." "Whatever I give, it's worth it." She paused and said firmly, "We will never be apart!" ”

Peng Wanli listened, sighed, and stopped persuading. Lan Xiaohuan's temperament is very similar to him. He is honest and kind. That's why the two of them are getting married.

I don't know how long the rain will stop. A ray of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds and sprinkled on the rain-washed land. The green mountains, the grass, and the world are full of life.

Lan Xiaohuan found a clean white cloth to wrap Lin Shuming and tie it to his back. Peng Wanli wanted to help, but Lan Xiaohuan refused. She sat on Peng Wanli's back, looked into the distance, and said, "Brother Peng, let's go to the Dust Shelter Valley." Peng Wanli let out a long roar, and in a blink of an eye, he rushed into the sky.

They flew like this for several days, and on this day, they saw a huge wall of wind blocking the way in front of them, and the wall of wind ran through the east and west, and the dust flew into the sky, which was spectacular.