This kid ......

Fu Huijing was a little caught off guard.

Touching Xiao Liu Fan's head, she didn't know what to say, so she simply took his hand and continued to walk.

This is tacit approval.

After walking not far, suddenly a strong wind blew in the valley, and the dense fog was like a tide, drowning the figures of the two people.

Fu Huijing, who was concentrating on her own vigilance, suddenly felt a lightness in her hand, but the child was gone.

"Xiao Fan?"

"Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, Little Dog Egg......"

She shouted anxiously, and a faint cry came from the mist, and she didn't have time to think about it, so she followed the sound and unconsciously went deep into the bottom of the Mass Grave Valley.

The child was still nowhere to be seen.

But there was a woman in red, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and the green silk fell like a waterfall, turning into thousands of black lines and coming to the ground.

It's at your feet in a blink of an eye!

"Bang!"

Fu Huijing kicked up on her toes, her luck floated in the air for a short time, and she raised her wrist and shot out dozens of deadly silver needles, which shot into the back of the heart of the woman in red in a flake.

Like a mud cow entering the sea, it is useless.

The black lines on the ground converged in one place, tangled and swirled, and instantly wrapped around her ankles.

Pull it hard!

She only felt a strong force coming from her feet, and the whole person seemed to be divided into two parts, and an extremely cold breath went straight up her heart along her legs, and then she lost consciousness......

"What a clear and jade little girl. ”

The red-clothed ghost king stretched out a thin tongue and licked it on his lips, "Compared to the virgin Yuan Yin, this clean soul is a more rare delicacy, let me taste it......"

The tip of its tongue touched the girl's cheek, and as if frightened, it bounced back with a sudden "whoosh".

The face of the illusion showed a different color - above the soul of this girl, there was a hidden prohibition, and even it could not break through.

I tried a few more times, but to no avail, and instead consumed some energy. This prohibition is directly planted on the soul, even if you kill this girl, you can't help it.

After thinking about it, the ghost king didn't dare to make a decision, so he made Yin Feng roll people up and brought them to Nanming.

"My lord, two more people came in, one of them was a little weird......"

It said with a flattering remark, and threw out the child that had been swept away earlier.

Nan Ming opened one eye and glanced at it faintly.

"You can't kill it?"

"That's not it, it's just that this person seems to have a secret hidden in him, and the little one thinks the adults may be interested......"

"I'm not interested, let's kill it. ”

He yawned and continued to close his eyes.

The skeleton ghost king was bored, and his nails suddenly became longer, piercing directly into the girl's heart.

"Poof!"

Piercing through the chest, blood splattered three feet.

This is a fatal wound. The girl's face lost its blood, her breathing stopped, and her body became cold.

A fist-sized soul fire rose from her spiritual platform, pure and white, exuding a golden light.

Nan Ming, who was pretending to sleep, suddenly opened his eyes and reached out to grab this soul.

It was still ignorant, as if it didn't realize that it was dead, wrapped in the palm of its hand, and couldn't sense everything in the outside world.

"Nine Good Souls!"

The Skeleton Ghost King couldn't help but cry out, his eyes suddenly lit up, flashing with intense greed.

If you can absorb this soul......

Its foundation will certainly be greatly replenished! That golden light is a merit recognized by the Heavenly Dao, and with the protection of merit, it will not be destroyed by the heavenly thunder even if it can get out of this chaotic burial valley.

——A great opportunity not to be missed!

The ghost king subconsciously reached out and grabbed it, but forgot whose hand the thing was.

Nan Ming glanced at it indifferently, and the invisible pressure fell like a mountain, and slapped this little ghost on the ground.

The skeleton was pressed into the dark red dirt, creaking and creaking. It struggled to raise its head, but it couldn't even turn it slightly, and the two points of soul fire trembled violently, and it seemed to be about to break away.

"Smack. ”

It was like a giant stepping on it, the flames were extinguished, and the bones were shattered into slag.

Just crushed a bug, Nan Ming was too lazy to take a look.

He spread out his palms, stared at the glittering soul, and stretched out a finger to play with interest.

The soul shrank in fright, but quickly settled down, and foolishly hugged his fingers, as if to warm him.

"It's beautiful. ”

He grinned.

- The good soul of the ninth generation, I don't know if it can bloom into a dark flower?

After a moment of thought, he shoved the soul back into the girl's altar, and took out a red kidney cardamom from his abdomen, and the crushed juice dripped into the wound on his chest.

I saw that the wound slowly healed, and only a bright red spot remained.

She began to breathe, her face gradually flushed, and her chest rose and fell slightly, as if she were just asleep.

Nan Ming lifted her veil with some curiosity, as if to see through the secrets of her body, but under the veil was an ugly dark red scar, which contrasted sharply with the smooth and flawless upper half of her face.

- It's not a scar, it's not a birthmark.

Normal people are not born with this appearance, and her appearance should be deliberately ruined.

As she looked at it, Fu Huijing woke up with a "sigh".

Before she could open her eyes, she felt a tingling pain in her eyelids, as if a sharp light had pierced through the fog and pierced people's hearts.

But, that's not really the light.

The tingling sensation faded as she struggled to open her gaze a little.

What caught my eye was a familiar black shirt, as if it had been raged after a fierce battle.

Further up, it's a sword.

The rusty mortal iron was shattering inch by inch, and the jagged blade of the sword lingered with sword qi that was almost visible to the naked eye.

It's slowly stabbing out......

The valley seemed to be shaking, and the scene through the mist was a little distorted, and the pressure of the colossal pressure made the terrain sink slightly. Fu Huijing looked at it in distraction, watched, and forgot her words for a while.

Until the sword burst into the sky.

It's daylight!!

She looked up in shock, only to see that the thick fog that shrouded the valley had cleared, and the invisible sword qi went straight to the sky, piercing a hole in the sky!

"Sword Qi...... Soaring ......"

The distracted girl muttered to herself, only to realize that the word was not an exaggeration.

It's real!

At this moment, outside the Mass Burial Valley, there are 100,000 mountains, a hundred cities in a radius, and countless living beings look up.

Everyone saw that a fierce sword qi pierced through the heavens and the earth, piercing the clouds and causing thunder to tremble!

All the sword weapons were buzzing and whispering, and the trembling sword body seemed to be about to leave the sheath.

What happened?

Doubts, shocks, speculations, thoughts......

As the sword qi slowly dissipated, the huge waves in everyone's hearts had just set off.

Outside the Mass Grave Valley, a feather-clad monk held a cave mirror, recorded this amazing scene, and flew away as a green harrier.

The black-robed man wandering in the shadows suddenly turned into thousands of crow shadows, eager to rush into the valley. Unexpectedly, he was stabbed by the brilliant sword, and the treacherous aura was suddenly crushed, like hitting a stone with an egg, and he wilted to the ground.

- Seems a bit too much?

Nan Ming's face turned pale, and his body fell down as if it had been pulled out of bones.

The sword in his hand had completely shattered, turning into a handful of black and shiny iron filings, which slowly flowed from between his fingers.

In Fu Huijing's induction, the vitality of this body was also like quicksand flying away, and it was close to running out of oil in a blink of an eye.

"Nan Gongzi! Nan Ming!"

She hurriedly lifted him up.

The silver needle flew down, stabilizing the injury. Fortunately, Nanming reacted quickly, so there was no embarrassing situation that he couldn't get in.

Looking around in a panic, Fu Huijing couldn't find any usable herbs, but saw Liu Fan lying on the side, and found that his breathing was stable and unharmed, but he was eroded by some cold air, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

She also found a bright red shroud on the ground, as well as shattered bone dust.

Thinking of the scene before losing consciousness, my heart couldn't help but be full of bitterness: I didn't seem to help him with anything, but owed him another life?

I don't know if there is still danger in the valley, that sword qi is so powerful, I am afraid that someone will come to check it soon.

You can't stay here any longer.

"Hold on, I'll take you out. ”

She muttered in a low voice, lifted Nan Ming's body on her back, and carried the back of Liu Fan's neck with one hand, and walked out of the valley quickly.

With the strength of his Soul Realm, this burden is nothing.

About twenty miles away, she found a stream, and when she saw that it was getting dark, she stopped to rest.

The night passed.

Nanming still hasn't woken up.

But Liu Fan woke up, wrapped in clothes, and shivered as if he had been caught in the cold. Fu Huijing mixed some herbs for him, and his condition improved after taking it, but at night, when the wind rose, he could always hear some strange broken words.

The temperament has also become quieter.,Often alone.,I don't know what to think.。

Another half a month has passed.

The sun sets on the long river, and the wind blows the grass low.

A horse-drawn carriage walked "bone-and-bones" down the avenue, with three people sitting in the bumpy carriage and no coachman outside.

On the long winding road, there is an endless plain in front and an endless plain in the back.

In the middle, there is no trace.

Fu Huijing lifted the curtain and looked at the gloomy sky.

- Tonight, you shouldn't be in time to enter the city.

She is now a standard grassroots cultivator, with no cultivation, but no matching magic weapons, let alone extravagant things such as Qiankun bags and flying boats. To get on the road, I could only rely on a few wild horses that had been detained.

Stop and go, and now it is not far from Wucheng.

She knew that Nanming was born in Wucheng, where there was his family and sect, as long as he was sent back, someone would always be able to think of a way to make him wake up.

As for where she will go in the future, she hasn't thought too much.

She patted the horse's back, and the mustang obediently slowed down and led the cart to the river.

She was bending down to get water, but she saw someone in the river suddenly breaking through the water, and several black shadows bypassed her, and in a blink of an eye she was in front of the carriage and horses.

Fu Huijing turned around and shouted: "Xiao Fan!"

"Whoosh!"

A childish little face emerged from the curtain of the car, and Liu Fan skillfully threw out a flying needle.

This family heirloom Luoying acupuncture method, Fu Huijing has taught him. In the past half a month, he has dealt with no less than ten such sneak attacks, and this kid has long been proficient in training.

Although he was still young and his hand strength was insufficient, he had a quasi-head, and he was slapped away by the black shadow, which also prevented him from breathing.

This half breath is enough for Fu Huijing to make a move.

Only a few sounds of "banging" were heard, and the silver rays that were indistinguishable to the naked eye flashed, and the black shadows that attacked were weak on their knees and fell down one after another.

Shaped like the wind, she landed in front of several people and kicked them away one by one.

"I don't kill. Let's go, don't come again!"

The men looked at each other, showing that they were really like this, and they were about to leave without saying a word.

But when Fu Huijing turned around, someone threw a poison dart violently and went straight to her heart.