With the order of the old demon of Montenegro, those Yin soldiers all slashed with weapons in their hands. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But Yan Chixia is not very human, moving around, and avoiding and retreating seems to be at ease.

Although Nie Xiaoqian's strength is weak, it is also relative to the thousand-year-old monsters such as the Tree Demon Grandma and the Black Mountain Old Demon, she has been blessed by the Tree Demon Grandma for a hundred years of cultivation, and it is not a big problem to deal with these ordinary Yin soldiers.

Ning Caichen is not proficient in fist and foot kung fu, but after all, his physique is far from being very human, so it will not be hindered in a short time.

If this situation continues, they will be dragged by these Yin soldiers little by little, and when the old demon of Black Mountain sucks up the vitality of those fresh dead corpses and recovers their own strength by one or two percent, with the help of the geographical advantage of Hades, they will definitely be able to kill them.

But Yan Chixia had already expected this.

He was no longer just dodging, but holding the Xuanyuan Divine Sword wide open and closed, and every time a Yin soldier was hit, it disappeared.

"No, it's not enough." Seeing that Ning Caichen was attacking left and right, but failed to break out of the encirclement of the Yin soldiers, Yan Chixia secretly thought.

He violently spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the dark golden Xuanyuan Divine Sword.

Yan Chixia exhausted the last trace of mana, and snorted lightly: "Xuanyuan Divine Sword, exorcise demons and subdue demons!" ”

A beam of golden light swept by, and the Xuanyuan Sword flew out, heading towards the Black Mountain in the distance.

All the Yin soldiers who were touched by the golden light turned into flying ashes, and the old demon of the Black Mountain was also hit by the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, letting out a scream that shook the sky.

"I want you dead!" Its voice was thunderous, mixed with endless pain and resentment.

Those Yin soldiers abandoned Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian one after another, and instead rushed towards Yan Chixia.

Yan Chixia was already half-kneeling on the ground, and he was extremely weak when his mana was exhausted, and he didn't have the strength to resist at all.

Ning Caichen saw this scene and instinctively turned to Yan Chixia.

He wanted to run to save the other party, but he made eye contact with Yan Chixia, and when he saw the other party shaking his head desperately, he immediately knew what the other party meant.

"I'm going to protect Yan Daxia!" Nie Xiaoqian said suddenly.

She turned into a white shadow and swept towards Yan Chixia, instantly repelling the three Yin soldiers who were about to hit Yan Chixia with their weapons.

The surrounding Yin soldiers continued to pour in like a tide, and Nie Xiaoqian tried her best to resist, and she did not flinch when she was slashed by the sword several times.

Looking at her white shadow, a trace of remembrance suddenly flashed in Yan Chixia's eyes, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but glow with a touch of tenderness.

He didn't remember how many years ago he had seen this scene, but the back was clear, engraved in his mind, and never faded......

Ning Caichen stomped his feet vigorously and ran towards the body of the old demon of the Black Mountain.

All the Yin soldiers have been attracted by Yan Chixia, and Ning Caichen has a smooth road in front of him.

With a distance of more than three hundred meters, Ning Caichen only took a few seconds, but in his heart, he felt as if a long time had passed.

When he had been running wildly to the front of the black mountain, he had already heard the screams of Nie Xiaoqian behind him, obviously she was about to lose it.

And in front of Ning Caichen, the black mountain suddenly cracked, and there was a hideous giant mouth.

Unable to stop his foot, Ning Caichen ran all the way to the huge mouth.

"Find your own death!" A voice exploded in his ears.

Ning Caichen knew that this was the voice of the old demon of Montenegro.

Seeing the light behind him disappear quickly, and the suffocating darkness attacked, Ning Caichen suddenly grabbed the handle of the golden scepter in his left hand and turned it slightly.

Click!

The scepter ejected a spearhead more than a meter long, and a terrifying energy emanated.

This is the true face of the Spear of Judgment!

Without hesitation, Ning Caichen stabbed it forward.

Rumble!

There was a loud noise, and Ning Caichen's eardrums were about to be shattered, and he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.

And those Yin soldiers who had already slashed Nie Xiaoqian to the point that they couldn't parry, and even had two knives on top of Yan Chixia's head, suddenly stagnated, and they all let out a wail.

Their figures stiffened eerily for half a second, then shattered.

And the black mountain also continued to explode, and finally turned into a piece of crimson blood!

The blood formed a blood-colored lake, with a fist-sized black crystal undulating in it, and a book carved out of black stone next to the black crystal.

Ning Caichen got up from the ground, first grabbed the already dim Spear of Judgment, and then saw the black stone and black book.

He had already been opened by Yan Chixia, and he could feel the rich demonic aura in the black stone.

"Demon Crystal!" Ning Caichen was overjoyed.

He ran quickly, and soon took the black stone in his hand, and then grabbed the black book, but he felt that the black book was unusually heavy.

He looked down and saw a few ghostly characters engraved on them, which he did not recognize.

"This should be the treasure collected by the old demon of Montenegro, it's a pity that such a thousand-year-old demon is so poor." Ning Caichen shook his head secretly.

Grabbing the Xuanyuan Divine Sword in front of him and holding it in his arms, he ran towards Yan Chixia and Nie Xiaoqian in the distance.

Yan Chixia regained some strength slightly, but she was still unsteady on her feet.

Although Nie Xiaoqian couldn't see the injury on the surface, her breath was so sluggish that she couldn't even hold her ashes.

"Get out of here quickly," Yan Chixia urged, "The old demon of Black Mountain is dead, and the other demons and monsters will come soon." ”

"And," he said, "it's not long before dawn, and if it were to wait until dawn, we wouldn't be able to go." ”

Ning Caichen nodded heavily, he glanced at the "door" not far away, and took Yan Chixia and Nie Xiaoqian away successively.

Fortunately, everything was in danger, and when they came out, it happened that at dawn, Nie Xiaoqian also got into the ashes.

Holding the ash altar, and then looking at the black stone and black book on the side, Ning Caichen suddenly smirked.

Yan Chixia lay on the ground panting, looked at the bright sky, and said, "I haven't been clean for long, and I was disturbed by your kid." ”

"Shouldn't it be your duty to slay demons?" Ning Caichen lay next to Yan Chixia and said.

"Bullshit duty." Yan Chixia snorted sideways.

Ning Caichen smiled and didn't speak.

He already knew that this crazy and occasionally childish old Taoist priest was actually warm-hearted and had an escapist attitude on the surface, but if he really encountered injustice, he would definitely stand up.

Thinking of someone mentioning that Yan Chixia was once a spicy judge in the twenty-six provinces of Kanto and Guangxi, but later lived in seclusion here, he couldn't help but be curious.

"I heard the man say that you were a big official, why didn't you do it?" Ning Caichen asked.

"Traitors are in power, there are countless corrupt officials and corrupt officials, what's the use of being an official." Yan Chixia said, "It's far less comfortable than being alone." ”

"Really?" Ning Caichen didn't refute it, but he felt in his heart that it wouldn't be so simple.

He still remembered the tenderness that flashed in Yan Chixia's eyes when Nie Xiaoqian helped him resist those Yin soldiers.

This made Ning Caichen suddenly a little worried, for fear that this old Taoist priest would snatch love with a knife, so he couldn't help but hug the ashes altar in his hand.

Yan Chixia glanced at Ning Caichen's movements, and said angrily: "What are you doing holding so tightly, I'm afraid that someone will snatch it?" ”

Ning Caichen became more and more uneasy, and hugged him tighter.

He didn't want to dwell too much on the topic, so he changed the subject and asked, "What are your plans for the future?" ”