Ji Jiufang's face became more and more ugly, and the blood in his pupils became clearer.

Liluo helped him.

She found that Ji Jiufang could barely stand, relying almost entirely on her support, let alone continuing to move forward.

Although the exit was not far in front, Liluo felt powerless in her heart: with her cultivation, it was naturally not a problem to take a person forward, the problem was that this person could not take care of himself, which was too eye-catching, and the exit in front was guarded by more than a dozen disciples, checking the people entering and leaving Chengtian Mountain one by one.

Ji Jiufang's appearance will definitely be stopped.

And those rabbit-like eyes are bound to be discovered.

When the time comes, don't talk about Ji Jiufang and Liyangzhuang, the entire Nanlu will get into trouble.

"What a troublemaker."

Liluo couldn't help but mutter.

was embarrassed, the storage bag hanging on her waist suddenly shook, and she only glanced at it hurriedly, and she didn't see what was going on for a while, so she didn't care about it - now "sending trouble out" is more important to her.

Ji Jiufang frowned painfully, and his originally straight back arched more and more.

Liluo dragged his hand and tried to pull it forward twice. Ji Jiufang's feet seemed to have nails under his feet, and he didn't move after two strokes, which made Liluo more and more headaches.

"Your pupils are red."

She whispered, muttering in her heart: Today's red pupils appeared too suddenly, there was no warning, and he had not yet noticed anything wrong, and he didn't know if he was crazy again, or if he was affected by this formation.

"Go back!"

Ji Jiufang said suddenly.

Liluo was surprised, and subconsciously confirmed: "Can you still go?" ”

Ji Jiufang closed his eyes angrily, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Go back to Yin Yang Valley, forbidden land." ”

Liluo was stunned.

In the afterglow, several disciples guarding the exit walked towards this side, and their demeanor was full of vigilance, and they immediately understood that they were behaving abnormally, and they were targeted before they left the mountain.

"Turn back!"

Ji Jiufang urged.

"Can't go back!!" Liluo objected, "They just came for us, and now they are running, isn't it just the right thing to be a thief?" He said it lightly, but seeing a few disciples getting closer and closer to them, Liluo's heart panicked.

"Blood." Ji Jiufang said again.

“……”

"Blood ......" Ji Jiufang repeated.

His voice was hoarse, his throat was as dry and hard as a dead tree, and his speech became more and more difficult, as if someone had choked his neck, and even such a simple word had almost exhausted all his strength.

Only then did I understand it:

"Mine?"

As early as when he saw the withered jujube-like pupils, Liluo thought of using his own blood to remove his demonic nature.

However, then she thought that if this mouthful of blood went down, the red pupil might be eliminated, but he would also become weak and fall unconscious. Under the shroud of the demon sieving formation, will a demon who is as weak as a chicken just die? Or is her blood useless under the effect of the formation?

Think about it.

The body of the detached is still very honest.

After asking that sentence, seeing a few yellow-clothed disciples getting closer and closer, Li Luo simply threw Ji Jiufang to the ground. Facing the surprised gaze of the pair of red pupils, he let out an "oops".

"What the hell happened to the son?"

As he spoke, he used his body to block Ji Jiufang's upper body. Quickly sliced his wrist with his spiritual power, feeding the gurgling blood into his mouth.