The dark red firelight was very eye-catching in the dark alley with only green light, and it was difficult for Bai Xiao not to notice it. ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ .lā

She looked at the flames, her limbs stiff and unable to move, the blood in her eyes fused with the shadow reflected in the flames.

But why, did this flame come out of her fingertips?

It hurts.

The dark red flame was still expanding, and she noticed something like a red thread, floating under the skin from her fingers to her wrists, from time to time.

The flame started from one end of this red thread.

She suddenly thought of the strange red light when she collected Brother Ying's soul.

That's a scar-clearing ghost!

He's already calculated!

The red light was the trick he had finally laid out, and his real target was her.

He led them to that killing array in order to trap Mo, what the hell did he want to do?!

Bring her in......

The flame in her hand didn't give her a chance to think about it, it only stretched from her fingertips to her wrist in an instant, and then continued to spread downward, and the dark red fire light swallowed her spiritual power as well!

A miserable scream rang out from the dark alley, and a dim glow grew brighter and brighter.

"Ahh

The fire has been spreading, and she wants to extinguish the fire, but no matter how she fights the fire, she can't put it out, but it has a tendency to burn more and more.

The fire was so strange that she felt not only physical pain, but also soul pain, very painful and painful.

She felt the world spinning, the scene in front of her slowly darkened and blurred, and the pain in her hand became clearer and clearer.

She was deeply aware that the damage that fire had done to her soul could not be compensated for by eating no amount of spirit fruit!

The bone-eating sensation had slowly extended to the upper part of the upper arm, almost burning to the shoulder.

Gritting her teeth, she pulled out a sword and slashed her own arm with all her might.

The pain of the separation of flesh and blood is far less than the strange fire.

Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the flames splashed from her arm and onto her.

A blood-colored pattern appeared on the ground, not big, but enough to encircle Bai Xiaochang's whole person inside.

In an instant, the dark red fire enveloped her whole body.

Can't get rid of it.

The physical and spiritual pain was layered on top of each other, and she wished she could die like this.

And the streaks of the ground were on fire, and they were black fires.

……

The feeling in Mo's heart became more and more bad, and since Bai Xiaochang left, this space has returned to a deathly silence and darkness.

There is no danger, and there are no strange people appearing.

His strength is slowly recovering.

But that's the most dangerous.

Why did the formation suddenly fall silent, it was definitely not because he disturbed the formation.

Why is that?

This killing array will definitely not stop so easily.

But if the man in the formation is dead, he will not still be in the formation.

Unless, this isn't the killing array he knows!

Even if it wasn't for that killing array, it wouldn't have been possible to just stop?

What the hell is Clear Mark doing?

Thinking of the white figure that had just disappeared, a bad premonition appeared in Mo's mind.

Could it be that the target of the clear mark is Bai Xiaochang?!

Thinking of this, Mo immediately began to attack the darkness around him.

As long as he has the physical strength, he will keep attacking the surroundings.

Don't dare to stop for a moment.

Finally, a crack appeared there, leading to the outside.

He dodged out and looked for Bai Xiaochang with his intuition.

……

Bai Xiaochang had collapsed to the ground, and most of her body had obviously been burned to ashes, but she was extremely awake and could clearly feel the pain.

In the deep alley, Bai Xiaochang's moaning, Qingji's laughter, the creepy sound of the fire burning on the meat, and the sound of the wind whistling by were intertwined.

Not far away, a white figure stood on the wall, his eyes looked at the firelight, his face could not see emotion, but he sighed softly, his fist was clenched, and a white light flew towards the firelight.

Qingji looked up to the sky and laughed, tears were squeezed out of his eyes, but he didn't notice that a golden light formed a thin film, wrapping Bai Xiaochang firmly.

Another red light was shut out and quickly disappeared.

By the time the ink arrived, only the charred body was left on the ground, which shattered when touched.

The bracelet he gave her had also melted.

The miserable sight in front of him, coupled with the smell of burning in the air, made his heart ache violently, and his face turned pale, and he had to cover his chest with his hands, and he couldn't even stand steadily.

"Little White ......"

No one responded, and no one will respond.

Qingji has lost his trace, his little white, little white......

A mournful whimper sounded like a small beast in his throat.