"Soul Shifting Dafa!" , A thought flashed in Feng Xiaoxiao's heart, and it passed in an instant, and he wanted to catch it, but it was too late and he couldn't think of it.

Xue'er was very well-behaved, and when she saw Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes fixed, she seemed to be in thought, so she stopped talking, and waited for him to come back to her senses after a while, and then said: "I have found a lot of people to practice, and I found that this exercise is very strange, and it can add some other things to other people's minds......"

Feng Xiaoxiao shook his head slightly and said, "It's not an addition, but a hint and inducement that goes straight to the depths of my heart." ”

Xue'er nodded as if she didn't understand, and said: "Once this exercise is used, it can not only make people lose resistance and be killed, but also make people do something they are reluctant to do." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao said suddenly: "You said that you spent a lot of effort on Xiaolong'er, don't you mean ......"

Xue'er smiled and said, "Yes, Xue'er stared at her from time to time with the 'Soul Transfer Dafa', and she never left an inch for more than a month. Her martial arts skills are far inferior to mine, and she is powerless to resist at all. ”

Feng Xiaoxiao sighed and asked, "How long will it last?" ”

Xue'er said cautiously: "Originally, it couldn't last long, but the heart she suppressed since she was a child was all drawn out by the 'Soul Transfer Dafa', I added some hints to it, and then stuffed it back together......"

Feng Xiaoxiao almost fainted when she heard this, Xue'er said it tactfully, he could understand it, this is to say, if Xiaolongnu doesn't have a sudden change in temperament, she won't want to get rid of these hints in this life.

"Nonsense! We can't stay long, so why harm people for a lifetime. ”

Xue'er was quite unimpressed, but she wouldn't talk back to Feng Xiaoxiao. Busy explained: "Brother Xiao can rest assured, as long as the two of us don't show up again, she will be as usual." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao took her hands. He said softly: "This technique is too weird, maybe it will backfire on itself, so try to use it less in the future, okay?" ”

Xue'er blushed a little, moved herself closer, and said softly, "Hmm", and said, "The 'Soul Shifting Dafa' consumes a lot of internal strength, not to mention. If the other party is strong-willed, they will start to fight each other's internal forces. If the internal force is not as good as the other party, it will be counterattacked. These Xue'er know in their hearts that they will never use them again in the future. ”

Feng Xiaoxiao thought back to Fang Cai's feelings, and said with a smile: "Xiao Xue'er has deep internal strength, but she is much higher than me." ”

Cher hung her little head. Leaned into his arms. He said in a low voice: "Xue'er's internal strength has stopped growing, presumably soon...... Soon ......", his words were choked up, full of reluctance.

Feng Xiaoxiao was speechless for a while, just hugged her tightly, and hugged her tightly.

Xue'er closed her eyes tightly, and the pink pale red had already covered her pretty face, hooking all the way to the tips of her ears. Gasped a few times lightly, and whispered, "Brother Xiao." Cher didn't want to ...... I don't want to just leave. ”

With such an obvious hint, how could Feng Xiaoxiao not understand, and with both hands, he picked her up.

The first feeling: so soft. The second feeling: it's so heavy.

Xue'er pulled her hand on her shoulder, and there was a loud "bang", and the Xuantie sword fell to the ground.

Feng Xiaoxiao walked towards the ancient tomb, and his eyes were pitch black, and he could barely see.

Cher whispered in his ear, pointing out the directions.

Feng Xiaoxiao didn't stop, her lips pressed tightly against her tender cheeks.

The two of them are close to each other, you and I are willing, and they are in the dark...... Reserved, soon only a thin layer remains.

"Little Cher, little Cher!" , Feng Xiao Xiao snorted heavily, calling softly.

"Brother Xiao!" , Xue'er responded with endless thoughts and strong affection, wrapping him tightly.

In the ancient tombs, there is no distinction between night and day, I don't know the time, the time is short, the love is strong, and it is natural.

His eyes gradually became familiar with the darkness, and his arms gradually became accustomed to the softness of his arms.

Through the endless darkness, the eyes are a white, pink face, but a pair of black eyes shine with happiness.

"Xue'er is so reluctant, it's so sad to live without you! …… Brother Xiao, Xue'er will definitely be waiting for you! ”

"Xiao Xue'er ......", Feng Xiaoxiao's heart poured out a thousand words, but she could only call her name.

"Young Master, Sister Xue!" , a cold voice came from outside the door: "There is a large group of people fighting outside the ancient tomb. ”

"Dare to come over and disturb the young master over a little thing...... Kill them all. Xue'er was suddenly ashamed and annoyed, and was very angry.

Feng Xiaoxiao pinched her gently, signaled not to be angry, and said outside the door: "You go and retrieve the Xuantie Sword, and prevent anyone from entering the tomb, we will come in a while." ”

The little dragon girl answered, and there was no more sound.

Xue'er was resentful in her heart, the two of them had not had much time, and they didn't know when the next time they would get together, so she was bent on pleasing her, just to leave a good memory for Feng Xiaoxiao, but she didn't expect that someone would dare to come to disturb her.

Feng Xiaoxiao knows Xue'er's mind very well, when he got married in his last life, he had taken great pains to arrange it strictly, and he also thought the same.

hugged from behind Xue'er and said in her ear: "The two of us are one, you miss me, I miss you, that's enough!" ”

Xue'er's delicate body immediately softened, collapsed in his arms, her eyes slightly closed, and she hummed unconsciously.

At this time, many people were gathering outside the ancient tomb, and the two sides were facing each other.

Sixteen green-shirted men pulled four sharp-edged fishing nets around them.

There were also a dozen greenshirts in the middle, standing or sitting.

Some people broke their arms, some vomited blood, and some fell into a coma, all of them hung their heads and looked depressed.

It is the disciples of the Valley of Despair.

Huang Rong was annoyed with Gongsun Zhi, and he didn't even have a good impression of the disciples of the Heartless Valley, so when he cooperated with the Quanzhen people to evacuate, let them all count the queens.

They failed to keep up with the large army, and after several rounds, they withdrew here, and now they are at the end of their rope, and they are only dying.

More than 30 people blocked them in the middle, all dressed in red robes, holding long staffs, and hideous-looking, the remnants of Tibetan monks.

From time to time, a few of them rushed to the fishing nets, swung their sticks and danced wildly, "clanging" at the sharp blades of the fishing nets, and then quickly retreated.

In order to protect the senior brothers in the middle, the disciples of the Desperate Valley who were pulling the fishing nets did not dare to pursue, so they had to watch the Tibetan monks go back and forth.

"When", a sharp blade in the fishing net could not withstand the heavy blow. He was knocked to the ground by a rod.

There was an immediate burst of cheers from behind, accompanied by several women's screams.

Seventy or eighty Mongol warriors were surrounding the perimeter, interspersed with a few disheveled maidens. Most of them were covered in blood, and their original green clothes had been ravaged and unseemly.

For every time a blade is shot down, a young girl is slashed.

He wailed in pain, burst into tears, tossed and rolled, and begged for mercy.

The Mongol warriors just laughed, getting more and more excited.

The faces of all the disciples of the Desperate Valley were like ashes. Mixed with a little anger, more helpless.

Despair grows slowly, and the end may only be in the next moment.

A girl in white holding a baby. Stumbling out of the forest, it was Hong Lingbo.

As soon as Feng Xiaoxiao left, she suddenly lost her support, and no one protected her anymore. Fortunately, at that time the Mongol soldiers were in chaos. She was able to escape from the battlefield.

In a panic, she didn't know the direction, but fled to Zhongnan Mountain, she remembered that there was a waterhole in the back mountain that could lead directly to the ancient tomb, so she ran all the way, wanting to use the ancient tomb to avoid the pursuers.

Seeing the current scene, she was dumbfounded. I could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer behind me, and I gritted my teeth. Sink your head in.

The Mongol warriors were in groups of three or five, facing the middle, and they were not at all defenseless behind them.

When I found someone rushing out from behind, I panicked, and when I saw that it was a beautiful girl, I was overjoyed.

At that moment, more than a dozen people chased and intercepted.

At this time, the footsteps in the forest were loud, and all the Mongolian warriors were immediately alert, no longer paying attention to Hong Lingbo, and drew their scimitars one after another, turning to defend.

A large group of Mongol soldiers suddenly rushed out of the woods, and both sides were stunned when they met, and then they were on guard, and soon gathered together to inquire about the reason.

Hong Lingbo buried his head and ran for dozens of steps, and suddenly heard the "whirring" wind hitting his head, his figure flashed to the side, and when he raised his eyes, his heart was like death.

More than a dozen Tibetan monks stared at each other and blocked the way.

Hong Lingbo hurriedly turned his head to look around, and when he saw the entrance of the ancient tomb with wide open, he was shocked.

She had been here once with Li Mochou, and knew that this place had been blocked by two 10,000-pound broken dragon stones, how could the door be wide open?

But I didn't have time to think about it for a while, so I turned around and ran inside.

Unexpectedly, the white shadow flashed in front of him, and he felt that he had been caught in the acupoint, and he could no longer move, and he suddenly panicked, secretly sighing why he was so miserable, and he would inevitably die of humiliation after all.

A long whistle broke through the sky, and an eagle eagle rushed down the steep slope behind the tomb.

The Mongolian soldiers who were originally chasing were immediately frightened and weak, but only the Mongolian warriors did not know what was going on, and they still rushed forward.

The thick blood lines crisscrossed for a while, and all thirty-four people were cut in half, and half of their bodies were scattered horizontally and vertically.

Most of them were not allowed to die for a while, and they kept rolling on the ground.

Everyone in the audience stopped and stopped, their eyes looked together, and the cold in their hearts gurgled out.

The little dragon girl walked out from behind the eagle, holding the Xuantie Sword in her hand with difficulty, her eyes swept around coldly, and said, "The young master said that you are not allowed to enter the ancient tomb!" He turned and walked back.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes were stunned, looking at the curling back, and they didn't dare to raise the slightest blasphemy.

"Uncle Shi, help me!" , Hong Lingbo's anxious voice broke the silence in the field.

The little dragon girl paused and said with some hesitation: "The young master does not let outsiders enter the tomb. ”

"Uncle Shi, I am also a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect, not an outsider, please!" , Hong Lingbo was surprised in his heart, how could there be a young master with such a cold temperament as Uncle Shi? But life matters, and it is only right to intercede quickly.

Everyone in the audience came back to their senses and looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

A Tibetan monk shouted a few times, and the Mongolian warriors slowly dispersed and approached.

More than a dozen Tibetan monks also picked up some large rocks and watched from the side.

The disciples of the Desperate Valley were all shocked, and then they knew that these Tibetan monks were playing with them at all, otherwise they would have thrown stones and stoned them to death, and they didn't dare to move for a while.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, especially the seven or eight female disciples, and said in their hearts: It is better to be stoned to death, so as not to fall into the hands of Mongolian warriors like those sisters, suffer humiliation, and life is much better than death.

Xiaolongnu heard the noise behind her, turned around, and took in the situation in the field, but ignored it, and said, "Is it an outsider, the young master said it." ”

A white ribbon was thrown out of his hand, wrapped around Hong Lingbo's waist, turned around and gently tugged, threw her to the side of the tomb door, and said, "You wait here." As he spoke, he hugged the Xuantie Sword and walked towards the tomb door.

A Tibetan monk shouted a few words, and more than a dozen big stones roared and smashed towards the little dragon girl.

The Mongolian warriors and Mongolian soldiers in the field all closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look at them anymore.

I was faintly dissatisfied with this group of Tibetan monks, how could they do it with such an indescribably beautiful woman.

The eagle owl chirped, fluttered its wings, and protected the little dragon girl, flapping left and right.

The sound of "bang" was endless, and the boulder was swept away.

Several of them tumbled into the Mongol warriors, sending out long strips of bloody mud.

The Mongol warriors scattered in all directions, and then they understood why the soldiers refused to come forward alive or dead.

The little dragon girl turned her head and saw the blood in the field, bent her eyebrows and frowned slightly, she was very displeased, and said, "You guys go quickly, wait for Sister Xue to come out later, it's too late to want to leave." ”

She is ignorant of the world, how do she know that most of these people can't understand Chinese, and this kind persuasion is all about playing the piano to the cow.

There are many Tibetan monks who can understand, but their elders have all fallen into madness, how can they obediently retreat.

An elderly Tibetan monk shouted a few more words, and all the monks immediately let go of the disciples of the Desperate Valley and surrounded them.

More than a dozen people threw stones at the eagle, and more than a dozen people rushed towards the little dragon girl. (To be continued......)

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Correct a mistake in the previous chapter, the tomb road can only be traveled by one person, and neither of them can go in parallel, and the eagle eagle can't enter at all!