Looking at Saint Lingxiao who was mingling with the living dead below, Lan Ling'er's eyes sank, although he vaguely guessed his ultimate purpose, but Lan Ling'er had to follow his plan, according to the current situation, he could only be left to die and be born.

Lan Ling'er's face sank, and then she began to murmur a spell, faintly emitting a faint light from her chest, and as she spoke faster and faster, the glimmer gradually became clear and slowly enlarged.

When Lan Ling'er stopped suddenly, the placket of her chest began to bulge slowly, and gradually, a round sphere flew out of her placket and slowly fell in front of her eyes.

"Relic?" Qin Yuxuan's suddenly low voice came from the air again.

"Hmph." Lan Ling'er snorted coldly, and then fused her blood into the holy relic, and suddenly, blue light shot out in all directions, and those living dead who were constantly entangled with Saint Lingxiao suddenly froze.

Saint Lingxiao quickly withdrew his long sword and flew to Lan Ling'er's side.

"Hehe, it's a holy thing." Qin Yuxuan's voice slowly reached Lan Ling'er's ears from far and near.

"Your living dead don't do anything to me at all, but it's still going to be in vain, I think you're full and have nothing to do." As Lan Ling'er spoke, she stretched out her hand behind her back and gave a secret signal to Saint Lingxiao.

This gesture code was already in use when the two of them were still seizing the country, so Saint Lingxiao was naturally very clear.

After seeing Ling'er's gesture, Saint Lingxiao secretly began to prepare.

"My living dead are not used against you at all, and with your ingenuity, you should not be able to guess my intentions." Qin Yuxuan sneered twice.

"What do you mean? You still need to guess your intentions, isn't it just to complete your hegemony by poisoning so many innocent people, hum. Lan Ling'er snorted coldly, staring closely at the source of the voice.

"Hehe, poison? No, they are just adherents who willingly gave their lives for their future rulers. ”

"Bah, still a supporter, you are really sick." Lan Ling'er said disdainfully: "No one will be willing to give their lives for you, a devil who is inferior to beasts, everyone will only think about your life!" ”

"Want my life? Hmph, I guess in this other world, no one can kill me. ”

The sound seemed to be getting closer.

Lan Ling'er stared ahead, but kept looking at the light of the Heavenly Spirit Purple Cloud Ball with her spare eyes, and when the light of the Purple Cloud Ball became more and more dim, Lan Ling'er knew that those living dead would no longer have any reaction.

"Let's go!"

Suddenly, Saint Ling Xiao let out a loud shout, and suddenly a strong internal force erupted in the direction that made the sound.

Seeing this, Lan Ling'er was about to take the Heavenly Spirit Purple Cloud Ball back into her arms, but found that from behind that strong internal force, another even stronger internal force was attacking them and breaking through that layer of protection.

Lan Ling'er's face changed suddenly, but she didn't have time to react, she could only watch this internal force attack her and the holy object.

Saint Lingxiao's face suddenly sank, and he rushed to Lan Ling'er's side as fast as he could, but he was still a little bit behind.

Just as he was about to start, suddenly, a cold and biting cold wind struck, forcing back the internal force that was already about to impact Lan Ling'er's body.

"Feng Mohan!" There is no second person in this world who can emit such a cold internal force, except for Feng Mohan.

"Does Ling'er miss her master so much?" Feng Mohan's purple clothes fluttered to Lan Ling'er's side, and his dark purple phoenix eyes looked at Lan Ling'er with a smile.

"Stay away from Ling'er." Saint Lingxiao also came to Lan Ling'er's side at this time, and dragged Lan Ling'er behind him.

"The Lord saved your beloved, and he didn't thank him, but he glared at the Lord like an enemy, alas, people." Feng Mo sighed helplessly.

"Okay, okay, I know that your acting skills are good, and if you want to act, can you divide the occasion." Lan Ling'er said mercilessly, although she saved her in such a crisis just now, she was extremely grateful in her heart.

"Both have no conscience." Feng Mohan wiped the corners of his eyes weakly, and suddenly turned around, facing the source of the strong internal force.

"Hmph, it's ridiculous that someone who only dares to secretly release a cold sword wants to dominate the world." Feng Mohan's face changed suddenly in an instant, and it was terrifying to be cold.

"Feng Mohan, you broke my formation so quickly!" Qin Yuxuan was obviously unprepared by Feng Mohan's arrival.

"Just your little bit of breaking the formation, it's not enough for the owner to plug the teeth, next time remember, if you want to trap the master, remember to put a complicated formation."

Feng Mohan's extremely disdainful tone made Qin Yuxuan suddenly feel angry.

"You're not going to let the cold blood come out to help you break the formation, right?" Lan Ling'er really didn't want to poke someone's shameless boast like this, but she really couldn't stand his unbiased attitude.

Eh, Feng Mohan was suddenly full of black lines, if this woman didn't dismantle his platform for a day, she would be uncomfortable for a day. It's good that I know it in my heart, and I even said it in front of everyone, of course, everyone here, except for the living creature of Saint Lingxiao, and the shrunken turtle that does not show up, the rest are those living dead who are not yet dead.

Lan Ling'er saw the irregular jump in the corners of Feng Mohan's eyes, and knew that she must have said right, and suddenly felt that this person's skin was really not ordinarily thick.

"Ahem, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that the owner appeared and saved your life."

I'll please, Lan Ling'er said in her heart, if you don't show up, I will at most suffer some internal injuries in order to protect the holy relics, you know, at that time, she has already raised her spiritual power to the highest point.

"Oh, okay, I got it." Lan Ling'er nodded stupidly.

"Hmph, even if you come, I'm going to destroy the holy relics today!" Qin Yuxuan knew that he couldn't take away the holy relics, so his purpose was not to steal them, but to destroy them directly.

"Then it depends on whether you have that ability?" The corners of Feng Mohan's mouth hooked up a sneer.

Lan Ling'er and Saint Lingxiao were also on guard.

Sure enough, countless people in black emerged from all directions, but unlike the previous batch, this group of people in black has vitality, that is to say, these people are not living dead, but dead.

Lan Ling'er and Saint Lingxiao flew towards both sides at the same time, while Feng Mohan just stood there, motionless.

Hehe, it's good not to be a living dead, a dead man, in the eyes of the Lord, is no different from an ant.

Feng Mohan lifted his internal force and flew towards the group of dead soldiers.

Suddenly, the three of them fell into the entanglement of swords and swords again.

Lan Ling'er pulled out the soft whip wrapped around her waist, and the long soft whip suddenly shuttled between the black-clothed people like a flexible snake, or wrapped around the neck, or around the waist, or wrapped around the hand holding the weapon, anyway, where the whip passed, there would be casualties.

Looking at Saint Lingxiao again, he was still wielding a long sword, domineering, and he was walking among the people in black with ease, and the sword aura attacked people.

And Feng Mohan was unarmed, but wherever he passed, those black-clothed people were instantly frozen by a thin layer of ice and couldn't move.

Qin Yuxuan saw that the situation was not right, but he couldn't hold back any longer, and suddenly his figure appeared, and he attacked towards Lan Ling'er.

"Ling'er be careful!" Saint Lingxiao suddenly shouted, the long sword in his hand swung faster, and he couldn't wait to get rid of them immediately and go to Lan Ling'er's side.

As early as the moment Qin Yuxuan appeared, Lan Ling'er felt that a powerful force was coming towards her behind her, and without much delay, Lan Ling'er quickly solved the few black-clothed people around her, and then quickly turned around, just facing Qin Yuxuan.

"Die!" Qin Yuxuan said coldly, and even gathered eighty percent of his own internal force in his hand to hit Lan Ling'er.

Lan Ling'er's pupils shrank, and when the palm was about to hit her chest, with a wave of the long whip, a black-clothed man who was about to rush in front of Lan Ling'er behind Qin Yuxuan was instantly swept up, and because of inertia, the person hit Qin Yuxuan's body straight.

Suddenly, Qin Yuxuan's body was crooked, but his palm was also empty.

Lan Ling'er immediately stood up and flew away from Qin Yuxuan's side.

It's just that Qin Yuxuan's reaction was too fast, and he readjusted his posture in an instant, and flew towards Lan Ling'er.

Lan Ling'er's face suddenly turned a little ugly, she couldn't imagine that Qin Yuxuan's skills were so extraordinary.

Just as he was thinking about wielding the long whip again, he suddenly found that Saint Lingxiao was blocking in front of him and met Qin Yuxuan, who was attacking head-on.

In an instant, the two figures quickly entangled in the air.

Because the speed of the two of them was too fast, everyone only saw the silver sword light flying wildly in the air.

Ling was not his opponent, this was the only thought Lan Ling'er had in his heart at that time, a strong killing intent flashed in his eyes, and when Lan Ling'er was about to lift his feet and fly, he was grabbed by Feng Mohan.

"Protect yourself with spiritual power, and leave the rest to the master." Feng Mo's cold purple pupils exuded a deadly chill.

Lan Ling'er was stunned, then nodded, she is not the kind of emotional person, since Feng Mohan said so, then she believes that Saint Lingxiao will be fine.

With that, Feng Mohan suddenly lifted his feet and flew quickly, flying towards the two entangled figures, while Lan Ling'er continued to eradicate the remaining black-clothed people.

"Poof." Before Feng Mohan could arrive, Saint Lingxiao was slapped by Qin Yuxuan, and a small mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth.

The two figures quickly separated as a result.

"You go and protect Ling'er, leave it to me here." Feng Mohan quietly fell to Saint Lingxiao's side, and through his internal breath, he knew that his injuries were not very serious.

Saint Lingxiao nodded, and without any further delay, he flew towards Lan Ling'er.

"Feng Mohan, I heard that you and Nangong Liye are one fire and one ice, peerless, hehe, let me break your ice today!"

"Hehe, the master is looking forward to it, after all, for so many years, except for Nangong Liye, the owner has never met an opponent in chess."

As soon as the words fell, the two figures quickly rushed towards each other.