Murong Xi stood aside and watched the battle, only to see Tong Yao facing these hungry wolves without the slightest retreat.

First a left hit, then a right kill.

Falling dust already has spiritual power, and in the face of danger, it also consciously blocks it.

Maybe Tong Yao's true strength is not as good as what she sees now, but a girl who faces a group of hungry wolves alone is enough to make Murong Xi admire it very much.

In the mortal world, he has seen many weak women, and the sight of a worm can be frightened and pale;

The fairies in the Nine Heavens are also making a fuss about a little thing.

If they were allowed to face these hungry wolves, they would have fainted in fright, but Tong Yao could still face them calmly, making Murong Xi look at her more and more differently.

There are not many such girls now.

Moments later, corpses were strewn all over the ground.

The blood stains on the dust were still dripping to the ground drop by drop, and Tong Yao carried it and stood in the wolf corpse panting.

At the time of the battle just now, she could clearly feel how much she had helped herself because of the spiritual power left on the dust.

And after the war, the remaining spiritual power was still wandering around the palm, following the meridians between the palms, and blending with his own internal force.

It's not that the residual spiritual power enters his body, but because of this more powerful and gentle spiritual power, his own spiritual power has also begun to awaken.

As if to respond to this gentle spiritual power, the spiritual power in his body gradually became gentle.

Moreover, in order to be able to communicate with this powerful spiritual power, the spiritual power in his body is also constantly striving to burst out with greater abilities.

Just killing a few wolves can improve the spiritual power, Tong Yao looked down at the dust, this kind of experience is rare.

As the breathing calmed down, the spiritual power in the body gradually quieted down, and the spiritual power scattered on the dust gradually calmed down.

Murong Xi walked over and walked to her side: "Very good, beyond my expectations." ”

Tong Yao returned the dust to Murong Xi: "Thank you for your sword." ”

"You're welcome." Murong Xi took the dust.

I don't know what immortal method I recited, and the blood on the sword body flowed down the blade to the ground and seeped into the soil.

Tong Yao sighed at Murong Xi's immortal method, and when she looked up, she saw a dilapidated house not far away.

"Huh?" Was there that broken house just now? Doesn't think so?

Murong Xi put away his sword and also saw the dilapidated house standing not far away.

He was sure that they hadn't seen the broken house just now.

"Let's go, go over and have a look." Murong Xi walked in front, and Tong Yao followed behind.

The house stood alone in the mountains, the wind and the sun were blowing, the roof tiles were already broken, and even the door of the house had loosened one bolt, leaning against the other, barely standing.

Murong Xi pushed the door, and a rancid smell came to his nose.

Tong Yao subconsciously raised her hand to cover her nose and looked into the broken house from behind Murong Xi.

There were very few furnishings in the dilapidated room, except for a table and a portrait hanging on the wall.

Murong Xi walked in, and Tong Yao followed.

This one goes in, and the whole person must be.

Standing outside just now, she could only see the tip of the iceberg in the house, but now that the whole picture of the house was displayed in front of her, she couldn't help but shrink her pupils instantly.

The corpses, neatly stacked on the side of the wall, were like sacks, stacked up one wall at a time.

And that rancid smell emanates from these corpses.