Zhou Xuanqing's heart fluttered, the expression revealed because of panic dissipated suddenly, and the bottom of his heart seemed as if something was pouring out, or touching the weakness, and his nose was sour all of a sudden.

She couldn't move, so she had to raise her face and pretend to be relaxed: "Yes, I'm lost." It's better for Hou Ye to make it convenient and take us out. ”

......

The vine tree spirit was obviously hit hard, and all the thorn vines that were wrapped in thorns were withdrawn, and the whole body shrank back into the darkness.

The cold wind blew through the fog barrier, Zhou Xuanqing suddenly felt relieved, and after touching the ground, he was able to breathe smoothly, and his hands and feet gradually regained their strength. She looked at the hermit on the side and found that the man's face was full of blood, but he either touched his neck or pinched his face, but he was still confused.

The corners of Zhou Xuanqing's mouth raised a slight arc, looked up at the sky and sighed lightly: "It seems that Xiaodao is not bad luck tonight." "With this hermit who has carried home by his side, he can be regarded as justifying his name.

Zhou Xuanqing looked at Liu Yanshu fixedly, he was dressed in silk and satin under the moonlight, and he was extremely warm, with a shallow smile on his lips and eyebrows, without any banter.

- No matter how powerful the monster is, it can't match this great evil star with a different style.

The night is like practice, and the water mist is thick.

After a while, the hermit cultivated to calm down, got up and walked towards Zhou Xuanqing, and looked at Liu Yanshu, who was close. Thinking that Fang Cai was saved by him, he was about to open his mouth to thank him, but there was a trace of discord in his ears - 'Click, Click', crisp with some stickiness.

The rattling sound, like a wild beast chewing bones, made the scalp tingle and chill.

Liu Yanshu held the cold frost sword in his hand, his eyes were slightly sharp, and he nodded towards Zhou Xuanqing.

Zhou Xuanqing looked away, and lit a talisman in his hand. She also smelled the smell of blood in the air, more than before the fight, and the slightest spill spread to her nose, and she felt her throat tighten, so she had to frown and hold her breath.

The rune flew and approached the depths of the river.

A monster that looked like a human was faintly visible, and I didn't know when it was there, but I saw the monster burying its head in its own care, stretching out its arms to tear something in the river and swallow it, only in the moment when I felt the firelight, I raised my head violently.

The monster's eyes glowed dangerously red, and there was a dark color on his mouth that might be blood, and he seemed to be so satisfied that he licked a few sharp teeth with the tip of his tongue.

Zhou Xuanqing clenched his fists and waited for him, but his complexion turned white.

After seeing it clearly, the hermit closed his mouth nervously, trembling under his feet and couldn't help but take a step back, but he stepped on a severed branch of the vine tree spirit just now, slipped and desperately stabilized his body, and his appearance was really funny.

The monster stood up, covered in blood, and walked to the shore with a sinister aura.

The treetops rustle in the wind, and the trees and grass in the forest sway.

The monster began to act, and rushed straight towards Zhou Xuanqing, who was the closest!

Zhou Xuanqing was horrified, and hurriedly touched his waist—but his face changed suddenly. She remembered that she had lost the wisteria whip when she was fighting viciously, and how could she have time to look for it now!

said that it was too late, and Liu Yanshu on the side met it with a sword, and the two of them changed their positions as soon as they turned around quickly. He lifted Zhou Xuanqing by the waist and threw him behind him.

The water fluctuates and rises as the monsters run wildly.

The monster grinned and roared, and suddenly jumped into the air, its body blocking a round of moonlight above its head, and it could only be seen that its fists were raised high as if they were being hammered.

Liu Yanshu's face suddenly turned pale, and he swept the water surface with his sword qi, and with a bang, he erected a water curtain several zhang high, and several sharp swords were strung together with dots of water droplets, stabbing towards the monsters in the sky.

The edge passed through the monster's chest, causing it to visibly hinder its movements, and it shuddered for a moment, and its body fell to the ground heavily, splashing a pool of water.

Liu Yanshu stepped forward slowly, and the frost sword in his palm twisted slightly.

The monster showed a hideous face, described as a human but covered with blood, when he raised his eyes, his eyes turned into panic and pleading, but there was a cold light floating under his eyes, and his voice was like crying like a complaint, and suddenly he was angry.

The monster stretched out his arms and pounced on Liu Yanshu!

A strong wind poured out of the shadows, whistling and blowing up leaves and dust in the forest.

Thousands of invisible spider threads burst out of the darkness like snakes, twisted into several strands. It seems to be fluorescent and soft, but it is as sharp as a knife, and with lightning speed, it hits the eyebrows of the monster that has just bounced. The monster still had an incredible expression on its face, and slowly knelt on its legs, spitting blood, unable to hold it and collapsed into the river.

- It turns out that it is not only the Marquis of the Evil Star, but even the Plague God and Demon Lord have also arrived.

Zhou Xuanqing's heart was shocked, and he saw Yan Qingjun fly to the top of the ancient tree and land gently. The ancient tree shook the whole thing, but it buried its vines deep under the earth like a flag, and did not dare to make another move.

A few tufts of ink-colored hair were blown by the wind against his cheeks and neck, and Yan Qingjun's side face looked as cold as jade, with thin lips slightly pursed, and half-hidden deep eyes.

Liu Yanshu's mind was stable, and he didn't look back, but just withdrew the Frost Sword, pressed the corners of his mouth, and snorted coldly.

Probably feeling Zhou Xuanqing's gaze, Yan Qingjun looked over, the corners of his mouth that were slightly raised fell, his eyebrows frowned, and he raised his hand.

A few strands of spider silk carried the wind through Zhou Xuanqing's ears, tying the monsters in the river into zongzi and hanging them in the air.

Zhou Xuanqing blinked, and the strong smell of blood wafted from behind her, and she covered her mouth and nose excitedly.

The monster gasped and was dying, and the vine tree spirit had already flinched.

Liu Yanshu's eyes fluttered and he took two or three steps forward, raised his arm and naturally hung it on Zhou Xuanqing's shoulder, and he couldn't wait to stick his whole body on it.

Zhou Xuanqing only felt inexplicable, and he wanted to break free of the weight on his back but couldn't, so he was in trouble for a while.

Liu Yanshu slammed his thin chin on Zhou Xuanqing's shoulder, and said weakly: "Ben Hou suddenly became dizzy, he must have inhaled the miasma in the forest, and Aunt Dao was so supportive of me." ”

"Isn't Fang Cai fighting very hard, why can't he do it all of a sudden?" Zhou Xuanqing twitched the corners of his eyes, and he couldn't understand what trick Hou Ye was playing.

"Ben Hou risked his life to save you, don't you have a little conscience in this little Dao girl?"

Hearing him say this, he really didn't dare to move. "Okay, Master Hou continue to lean on, it's a big deal to crush the trail. ”

Yan Qingjun raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at the scene of the two of them relying on each other, and said in an ordinary tone: "The miasma in the forest is indeed poisonous, and ordinary people stay in it for a long time to confuse their minds, and they will go crazy if they are not hallucinating." Just like this snitch, it doesn't take the abnormality to become a man-eating monster. ”

Snitch? Zhou Xuanqing cast his gaze above his head. It was right to be judged to be a person, but—

"How can the demon monarch see that he is the snitch who stole the government's tax silver?"

The faint moonlight shone on the lonely and cold back.

Yan Qingjun's eyes remained unchanged, and he spread out his palm and waved his five fingers, sending a demonic power towards the middle of the deep river. At first, there was only silence, but gradually I heard the sound of water churning, as if it was a whirlwind, and I picked up a wooden box and flew to it.

Boom! The wooden box sank to the ground.

Yan Qingjun's voice fell slowly, slightly cool: "The tax money of the government is here." ”