All spiritual scholars must have six senses, so Ximen Jing's five senses are particularly keen, and his metaphysical knowledge is far beyond ordinary people. At this moment, a trace of uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart, and he turned back sharply, just as he saw the black shadow crawling up.

It's a ghost boy again, is this island rich in ghost boys? Ximen Jing even thought viciously, could it be that these ghost boys are all raw materials left by children's shoes fighting in the field?

This ghost boy is different from the previous cute appearance, it looks very delicate, thin, and very flexible. Although his body was not tall, he climbed up the rocky rock taller than an adult in a few strokes, staring at the two of them with a pair of blood-red eyes.

Ximen Jing moved Qin Yun'er's shoulders and asked her to look back.

"If you don't kill them, none of us will want to leave in this life!" As he spoke, Ximen Jing took a half-step forward and blocked Qin Yun'er.

Qin Yun'er was surprised by Ximen Jing's action, but she didn't expect that at the critical moment, this boy still had a bit of gentlemanly demeanor, and he couldn't help but feel a little grateful in his heart when he knew that he was protecting the girl. Kind people are like this, and they should be reciprocated by the grace of a drop of water. Qin Yun'er, who is kind-hearted, even thought that she would take the attack of the ghost boy for Ximen Jing.

The girl's ghost boy melon seed, but did not attack the two, her eyes passed over the two, and fixed on the struggling boy ghost boy Peanut. In an instant, the melon seeds seemed to feel the pain of the peanut, and the delicate little face immediately became hideous and terrifying, and the blood-red eye sockets shone fiercely.

"You're all going to die!" she actually spoke, and her voice could only be heard by Ximen Jing, which should belong to a kind of spiritual power fluctuation.

"You're all going to die!" Before she finished speaking, Ximen Jing and Qin Yun'er felt that they were really going to die, and an indescribable sadness, pain, and despair invaded the depths of their hearts. People can't have the slightest desire to survive, and they can't wait for themselves to die soon before they can be freed. The strength in his body also dissipated, and the straight knife in Ximen Jing's hand fell on the stone rock with a clang.

The red glow in the eyes of the melon seeds is getting stronger and stronger. Ximen Jing knew in his heart that this was an evil technique that attacked spiritual consciousness, which made people have extreme emotions, and finally hinted at killing him, but unfortunately he was powerless to crack it at the moment, so he could only resign himself to fate.

Qin Yun'er fainted directly holding her head, Ximen Jing was dragged by her wrist and almost sat on the ground, and hurriedly used her aura to protect her heart and spiritual sense, and temporarily kept her awake. However, the aura stored in the Xuan Mansion has long been bottomed out, and the rest don't know how long it can last.

Ximen Jing tilted his head to look at Qin Yun'er, who was crooked, the wrists of the two were handcuffed together, one was standing and the other was half-lying, and the posture was twisted. Ximen Jing said in his heart, he actually spent the last time with her, and dying together must be a kind of fate.

With the gradual consumption of spiritual energy, Ximen Jing's consciousness gradually blurred. He even hallucinated when he saw a small shakuhachi long and short green snake beckoning to him not far from his feet.

How can a snake have hands? This should be an illusion when it is dying, Ximen Jing thought. But I heard the snake speak: "Hey, do you have heating in your house?"

Ximen Jing almost spurted blood, and in an instant he realized that this snake also used the spirit language, and only the spirit priest could hear its voice. Maybe this is a lifesaver and I don't know, so I sent a message with a small amount of aura: "Brother Snake, help!"

The green snake looked trembling, rubbed his hands and said: "Don't talk nonsense, don't you know that snakes are cold-blooded animals, this broken place is about to freeze me to death, if your house has heating, this immortal can help you." ”

"Don't talk about heating, air conditioning, electric heating, oil tincture, little sun, warm baby, what do you want!"

This snake is the thing that was thrown out by Yang Zhong, it was cold, it just wanted to find a warm place to spend the winter, so it found the only Ximen Jing who could understand the spiritual language.

When the green snake heard this, he slipped into Ximen Jing's coat pocket, his head was exposed outside the coat pocket, and he opened his mouth at the melon seeds, and suddenly the snake head that was less than the thickness of a finger became the size of a water tank, and a snake letter as thick as a child's arm was like a sharp arrow, penetrating the body of the melon seeds.

The snake hyacinth quickly rolled back, brought the body of the melon seed with him, and was swallowed by the snake's mouth.

The green snake snapped his fingers and said, "Oak, this immortal will warm up from you for a while." He yawned a few times and slipped into his pocket.

All this was seen by Ximen Jing, and he was so shocked that he couldn't keep his tongue. According to the records of the spiritual scholars, all spiritual objects are divided into immortals, Ming, Xiao, Han, base, layer, high, heaven, and nine. This snake is so powerful, the invincible ghost boy is a piece of cake in its eyes, what level is it?

Thinking of this, Ximen Jing felt a little uneasy in his heart, and then thought about it, this big official is not frightened, since it has found the door, it will come and respond, and if it goes, it will not stay. Moreover, one's own cultivation is not stagnant, maybe after the winter, he has already reached the point of competing with it.

On the other side of the lake, at the moment when the melon seeds were devoured by the green snake, Wang Xiaogang suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face was as white as paper, and his body shook and fell to the ground. Tears flowed from his eyes, and he shouted in great pain: "Melon seeds, peanuts, you, where have you been?"

After a long time he barely sat up, and staggered into the depths of the night, where the wind and snow soon obscured his traces.

Ximen Jing took a handful of lake water, washed his face, and sobered himself up a little. At this time, the peanut in the large array of bone attachment needles had stopped struggling, lying on the ground motionless, the green vortex in his eyes was gone, the pitch black of his body had turned brown, and the strange spiritual power had also dissipated, just like a corpse. It looks like it's completely dead.

Qin Yun'er was still in a coma, and Ximen Jing said in his heart, this is the best time to escape, and immediately picked up the straight knife and began to pry the handcuffs on his wrists.

The handcuffs are easy to open, but how to solve Qin Yun'er, she has always believed that she is a criminal, and tonight it can be said that she has caught her handle, unless she is killed, she will die after returning home this time.

Now that the cultivation has just entered the right path, the company also has eyebrows, and all the efforts have turned into flowing water again, who will avenge the great enmity of the parents? How to solve those mysteries?

Thinking of this, Ximen Jing raised his straight knife and slashed it down with one sword. Only a thud was heard, and the stainless steel ring link in the middle of the handcuffs was cut into two pieces. Ximen Jing still didn't attack this innocent girl, not because he didn't have the courage to kill, but because his conscience couldn't get over after he started, he was afraid that a shadow would appear in his spiritual heart from now on, and it would be difficult to make an inch of progress in cultivation!

"Why don't you kill me?" Qin Yun'er, who was in a coma, suddenly opened her big smart eyes, looked at Ximen Jing and asked.