This small figure stepped on the coffin and walked step by step.

Everyone who had just breathed a sigh of relief was nervous again.

Lin Luo clenched his spear.

The little turtle was startled, and hurriedly reminded Lin Luo: "Boy, run, this is not a thousand coffins running to the moon, this is raising corpses with the help of a thousand coffins, you are not his opponent." ”

After saying that, turn around and run.

This figure finally stepped on the highest coffin, only to see that it was bathed in moonlight, and as his hands were raised, the moonlight condensed on the thousand coffins all penetrated into his body.

"Hey, hey, hey," a sinister laugh rang out, like the roar of ten thousand ghosts.

The little turtle looked back as he ran, "This corpse has obviously been cultivated, and the cultivation should be in the early stage of the Xuan Realm, and if you don't run at this time, you will wait for when." ”

After absorbing the moonlight, this small figure admired the faint light attached to its body, and was very satisfied.

Looking at this person again, the whole body is hidden in the moonlight, but Lin Luo can see that this is a little boy about ten years old, his appearance is no different from ordinary people, a delicate face, revealing immaturity, but the top of the head without a trace of hair looks a little abnormal.

Lin Luo was always vigilant, in his opinion, this kid's strength was too strong.

The child raised his head and grinned at Lin Luo, although the smile was extremely stiff.

Lin Lu didn't dare to be careless, the child saw this, his smile disappeared, he raised his hand and pointed at it, and a white horse shot out, hitting Lin Luo directly.

The horizontal spear blocked, and the white horse practiced hitting the spear, and Lin Luo took a few steps back before he could stand firm.

The child looked down at his fingers, as if he was very dissatisfied with the exercise he had made.

Raising his hand, another shot was drilled.

This training was obviously much thicker than before, and Lin Luo didn't dare to resist hard, so he dodged sideways.

The child shook his head, probably because he disliked Lin Luo to dodge.

I saw that he moved, and when he stepped out, he had already come to Lin Luo.

Palm rollout.

It seems to be a light palm, but in Lin Luo's opinion, it is so dangerous.

After a few jumps, Lin Luo could dodge, but there was a 'boom' behind him, and a large area of trees turned into powder.

The child seemed to be a little angry, his figure flashed, and he came to Lin Luo again.

As soon as Lin Luo stood firm, a cold and piercing little hand was already imprinted on his shoulder.

Lin Luo flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, until he knocked down a tree before landing.

'Wow,' a mouthful of blood spurted out, and Lin Luo only felt that all his internal organs had been shaken.

Without waiting for Lin Luo to stand up, the child appeared in front of Lin Luo again, reached out and grabbed one of Lin Luo's legs and threw it out directly.

Lin Luo fell back to the same place again, but the blood in his mouth flowed more.

Lin Luo was in a hurry, and shouted at Long Qing'er and the others: "Hurry up!"

When everyone heard this, they all shook their heads.

The little turtle, which had already run away without a trace, went and returned, and said anxiously: "You will only die in vain here, hurry up and run as far as you can." ”

Hearing this, everyone turned their hearts and turned away.

The little turtle, who had just run a few steps, stopped, "Grandma, isn't it too inhumane to do this?" ”

Then he spit, "Uncle, fight." ”

The child looked at the people who were gone, but did not stop them, or he was not interested in the others at all.

Lin Luo was really injured, at least the blood he spit out was so eye-catching.

Since then, the child no longer moved, just stared at Lin Luo motionlessly.

Lin Luo took this opportunity to be careful and breathe while being on guard.

When the breathing is stable, the Pangu Sutra is running, and the gold thread comes out of the body.

Seeing this, the child tilted his head to one side and his brow was furrowed, as if he was recalling something.

A low roar that did not belong to a child came out, and the child held his head in his hands, as if in pain.

When I looked up again, my face was full of disgust.

The first strike is strong, Lin Luo clenched his fists, stepped out, and punched out.

The child was stunned at first, then laughed again.

Lin Luo's punch was hit, but it hit a phantom.

Just when Lin Luo was stunned, the child appeared behind Lin Luo and kicked out, and Lin Luo flew out upside down again.

The little turtle standing on the side covered his face with his front paws, and said helplessly: "It's over." ”

Lin Luo walked out again, with a low roar, picked up the dragon whistling spear inserted in the ground, rushed forward, waited for it to be close, threw it violently, the spear roared out, the child smiled again, turned sideways slightly, but reached out and grabbed the spear, at this moment, Lin Luo had come to the front, the gold wire was entangled, and a punch was punched, and the child did not react.

A punch in the child's abdomen, 'dang dang,' take a few steps back to stand firm.

The child coughed violently, a trace of pink blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and then looked at his face, but he looked a little aggrieved, as if he was about to cry.

"Beautiful!"

The child threw out the spear casually, inserted it into the ground, wiped the blood from his mouth, and moved faster, and then Lin Luo felt a pain in his abdomen, and flew out again.

Before he could get up, his neck was grabbed by a cold little hand and thrown out again.

In this way, I don't know how many times, even if it is as strong as Lin Luo's body, it is still scarred at the moment.

The little turtle hid to the side, pacing back and forth, "How is it good, how is this good." ”

On the contrary, Lin Luo's mood became calm at this moment, the child's body was too fast, unless he could be faster, he would definitely not be his opponent.

The child is also strange, and he doesn't kill Lin Luo, as if he deliberately plays with Lin Luo.

But if this continues, Lin Luo will be played to death sooner or later.

Lin Luo stood up, breathed lightly, tried to relax himself, and then closed his eyes directly.

The child's face was full of surprise, and he squatted down directly, looking up at Lin Luo.

The two of them just squatted like this, one with their eyes closed.

After such a long time, even the little turtle was tired of watching.

The child seemed to have lost patience, stood up, and punched Lin Luo in the face.

This is a dead hand!

Lin Luo also moved, turned to one side slightly, and dodged the punch.

The child was stunned for a moment, and punched again, but was still dodged by Lin Luo.

The little turtle was shocked, this body method, such a realm, can only achieve this reaction if it is extremely intimate with the aura.

At this time, the sky was already slightly bright, the full moon in the sky had become blurred, and the child actually looked up to the sky with a terrible cry, jumped up, jumped on the highest coffin, and then raised his hands high, and a milky white light came out of the body, the range became larger and larger, and the light became brighter and brighter.

Suddenly, these milky white lights contracted rapidly, and turned into a crescent moon.

This crescent moon rises into the sky on its own, corresponding to the full moon in the sky.

When the little turtle saw this spell, he was also stunned, because he had never seen such a spell before.

Before Lin Luo could react, this round of crescent moon sprinkled layers of milky white ripples, and the original dried corpses that were killed, including the armored corpse, all stood up on their own, and the missing parts of the body began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It didn't take much effort for the dried corpses to return to their original state, and they all bowed to the child's stiff bend, and then turned and ran towards the coffin.

This light shone on Lin Luo's body, an invisible pressure hit, and his body couldn't move the slightest, and then Lin Luo found that his skin was rapidly becoming dry and black, and a smell of corruption from years emanated on himself.

No matter how Lin Luo mobilized his aura and how he operated the Pangu Sutra, this sign has never weakened.

The child seemed very happy.

The little turtle was anxious, and if it continued like this, Lin Luo would turn into a dried corpse sooner or later.

I saw the little turtle bite its teeth, turn its heart horizontally, and reach out and take out a small golden bowl.

With a sigh of 'sigh', he threw it into the sky, and the golden bowl was fixed in the air, and then it became infinitely larger.

Streams of golden light sprinkled down, directly covering the light emitted by the crescent moon.

The child looked up, his face full of anger, and his head was raised again, and the crescent moon went straight to the golden bowl.

With a "boom", the golden bowl trembled, and the crescent moon also became dim.

The child didn't fork, and the crescent moon crashed into the golden bowl again.

Three times in this way, the golden bowl 'clicked', and a crack spread throughout the bowl.

The crescent moon also 'banged' and disappeared.

The pressure disappeared, Lin Luo frantically operated the aura, the aura wrapped around his body, and his dry skin gradually recovered.

The sky is dawning, and the full moon is about to disappear.

The child seemed unwilling, but he turned to smile again, pointed at Lin Luo and said, "I like you." ”

With that, the child turned and descended down the coffin and disappeared into the swamp.

The little turtle withdrew the golden bowl, looked at the crack, and muttered in his heart, "Boy, you owe me too much." ”

At this time, Lin Luo had already become prostrate, and his body was also scarred, especially at the shoulder, which was beaten by the child and injured his bones.

But even so, Lin Luo didn't care, but the sentence that this kid said before leaving that I like you really made Lin Luo creepy.