Chapter 8: The Pretender, the King of the Serpent Spirits

"Come back! Don't chase that spirit beast! ”

"Ahh ~”

At this moment, a black shadow passed through the sky, stepped on the branch and swept towards a huge body, and the fierce beast's eyes were red and slapped it back, and with a wicked smile, it disappeared from the crowd again.

The black shadow broke several branches, rolled a few times and fell to the edge of the cliff, spitting out a stream of blood and nearly fainting. Murong Qing trotted all the way, there was no sense of relaxation on her face, and her whole body tingled as if she was being slapped and slapped, and when she ran to the side of this black shadow, that guy was almost dying.

Xuan Ling tugged Murong Qing's arms, his eyes were red but with a look of gratitude, and said, "Master, I have been following you for so many years, traveling south and north to enjoy the food in the world, and now it has become some memories, I am about to die... That power will become a spell that will always be by your side. ”

"What are you talking about, don't lie to me again. Wait for my elixir, as long as you take it, you will definitely get better. "No, my eyes are too heavy."

Murong Qing lowered his head and looked for the pill, the power on his arms suddenly lightened, and the Xuan Spirit had already lost his qi, and his body turned into some stars, and the soul power was integrated into the woman's spiritual veins. There was no crying, no sadness on the grass, only a lonely and lonely person who stayed there, tugging at the medicine bottle in a daze.

"Are you alright?"

Beilan Laiye didn't know how to comfort the county lord, but quietly approached a few steps, and his voice trembled with a little relief. Behind her, the tail of a snake had already descended, silently binding her and Murong Qing together, and the two of them were brought to a huge human face under nervousness and anger.

The masked man who was traveling with him generally had half a disfigured cheek, but a pair of blood-colored eyes were transparent and bright, like pearls embedded in the eye sockets, and the spirit beast was hidden in the clouds, and the whole body could not be seen, and only the lost snort could be captured.

After a pause, Beilan Laiye said: "This uncle of yours is the one I have seen, the guy who is shouting to imprison me, is it really fun to shout to catch a thief like this?" ”

"Hey, hey, little girl, you're not big or small, don't you know that the deity can eat you all in one bite? And the little county lord next to you, that spirit beast is too weak, and it's not fun to slap it to death. ”

The spirit beast's eyes were full of disdain, and it exhaled a stream of air from its nose, blowing up the hair of Beilan Lai Ye and Murong Qing, and the clothes of the two of them adhered to their arms, legs, and necks, and they couldn't even open their eyes.

At this time, the people in the forest have lost their bearings, and those spirit beasts are fleeing in all directions in the Warcraft Forest, because the relationship between coercion and pressure has been painful, and now they are even more chaotic, and they don't know where they are.

The fog was heavy, and those cultivators had no map, no compass, and couldn't see the road ahead, so they could only rely on their voices to distinguish them.

"That big wave of footsteps is not humans, it is the army of some spirit beasts."

"Who summoned all these brutes, didn't you all notice that there were a few people missing from us?"

There was a hint of horror in the eyes of those people, and they all clenched their weapons one after another, ready to meet them.