The old demon of the black wind has gone berserk. Looking from above, you can see layers of lines flashing on her fat body. The lines started from the beginning and went straight all over her body, branching and swimming like blood vessels, all over her body.

Seeing this, the one-eyebrow fairy frowned, her long hair fluttering along the wind, and stared at the black wind old demon tightly. In an instant, she felt that the situation was not good, and shouted: "Oh no! That pattern, if it spreads all over the body, it will cause her to blow herself up!"

When Qi Xiaoxuan and Zhao Xintong heard this, they couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

Looking at the old demon of the black wind again, her face was also covered with lines, and the light was dazzling. I saw her open a bloody mouth and said, "The last countdown, hahahahaha!"

As he spoke, the lines on his body made a clicking sound, and it was obvious that he was about to explode in the next second.

"Ten-"

The low, rugged voice of the Black Wind Old Demon came from above. Zhao Xintong clenched the spear in his hand and carried the true qi away from his body.

"Nine—"

The spear was ready, Zhao Xintong made a gesture and aimed the spear in the direction of the black wind old demon. Huzi in the distance looked at Zhao Xintong's long hair fluttering in the wind, and couldn't help but be a little stunned. I heard Zhao Xintong shouting loudly: "Three!"

Qi Xiaoxuan's robe waved. With the sound of "eight" from the old demon of the black wind, the ninety-nine soul locks were thrown into the air in an instant, spinning in the air according to the movement of Tai Chi, condensing into a huge sphere.

"Seven-"

The big black ball composed of the soul locking cone gradually fell, and Qi Xiaoxuan poured his true qi into his fist and chased straight towards the big ball.

"Six-"

It was Qi Xiaoxuan who hit the Soul Locking Cone, and he saw the tips of the ninety-nine Soul Locking Cone pointing backwards, all shooting towards Zhao Xintong's direction. The distance between each of the two soul locking cones was so even, as if it had been carefully calculated.

"Five-"

Zhao Xintong poured the true qi into the spear, and the luck was a hundred pear flower spears. At the same time, he looked at the soul locking cone in front of him and the old demon of the black wind - each soul cone happened to be aimed at one of the "eyes" of the old demon of the black wind.

"Four-"

Zhao Xintong waved the spear in the air as he shouted, "Meteor-" The tip of the spear was almost close to the soul locking cone.

At this moment, the body of the Black Wind Old Demon spun, bringing up a huge whirlpool. When everyone saw this, they all gasped. But he heard the voice of the old demon of the black wind coming from the whirlpool that was spinning at an extremely fast speed: "Haha, you can't take aim! stupid human!"

Zhao Xintong gritted her teeth, held the spear in her hand, and said to the old demon of the black wind: "Go and die!"

"Three-"

At this moment, the whirlpool around the Black Wind Old Demon was suddenly attracted in one direction.

Everyone looked in that direction, but they saw that it was Huzi who sucked away all the energy of the black wind old demon to turn himself through the mystery of the golden body of the earth. I saw that the green muscles around Huzi's body were bursting up, obviously unable to withstand such a huge amount of energy. But the rotation of the old demon of the black wind gradually slowed down, and the blood stains oozing from Huzi's body also appeared. I only heard Huzi weakly squeeze out a few words, and said to the old demon of the black wind: "Don't forget, there is still me, haha." ”

As he spoke, the tiger stepped his bare feet to the ground, and the earth made a loud noise. Huge stones burst up from the ground, with Huzi as the center, and lifted away in the direction of the old demon of the black wind, and there was another puff of dust. Finally, the stone crashed into the body of the Black Wind Old Demon, only to hear a loud "bang", and the huge body of the Black Wind Old Demon finally stopped. She swayed from side to side, trying to get rid of the stones. In the end, he still couldn't get rid of it, so he could only howl loudly in the sky, and even forgot to count down.

"Woo-ah-woo-"

However, Zhao Xintong seized this opportunity, locked tightly, and stared straight at the huge body of the black wind old demon in front of him.

Hands do as you like. The heart moved, and the spear had already arrived in front of the soul locking cone.

"Meteor Spike!"

With Zhao Xintong's voice, Qi Xiaoxuan seemed to see the figures of ninety-nine Zhao Zhao Xintong, jumped out in an instant, and jumped towards different soul locking cones. The ninety-nine Zhao Xintong were holding ninety-nine Baixuan pear flower spears in their hands, and the tip of each gun was pointed at a soul-locking cone, aiming the soul-locking cone at the eyes of the old demon of the black wind, and shot straight out.

The tiger in the distance also saw it, and from the direction of Zhao Xintong, ninety-nine soul locking cones flew out in an instant, cutting a long arc in the sky, and accurately facing the eyes of the black wind old demon. Each soul-locking nail lightly touched a small dot on the black wind old demon's body, as if it was in slow motion, and slowly inserted it, bursting out with a low "whoop", splashing out thick black juice.

Under Zhao Xintong's panicked gaze, the eyes of the old demon of the black wind were all hit by the soul locking cone, and they burst open one by one, and the black juice emitted a rancid fishy smell. But everyone didn't realize it, and only looked at the monster in the field fixedly.

The huge body of the black wind old demon seemed to be suddenly deflated, and with the burst of those juices, the entire body collapsed in an instant. With the continuous screams of the black wind old demon, the juice gurgled out of the body, and in an instant, only a skin was left.

Seeing this, the one-eyebrow fairy supported his weak body, took a big breath, and then blew towards the black wind old demon. When the breath saw the wind, it turned into flames, burning the juice and wreckage of the monster in front of him.

Qi Xiaoxuan turned his head and looked at the fairy with an eyebrow, only to feel that such a magical power was really unusual.

Now, all that remains of the vast clearing is a huge round pit. Hu Zi was lying on the ground in a big word, almost out of strength, but still shouting: "Old woman! I almost killed me......

Zhao Xintong on the side was also thinking too much because of Fang Cai, and his energy was exhausted at the moment, so he had to use the Baixuan Pear Flower Gun to support himself.

She felt her body getting heavier and the gun in her hand getting taller and higher. There was a thud in the distance, and she felt her knees touch the ground. Who is the person running towards me in the distance? Is it Huzi? Then that one, it must be Qi Xiaoxuan? Ah, there is also a fairy with eyebrows.

Zhao Xintong was physically exhausted, lying on the ground, looking sideways at the people who surrounded him.

"Xiaotong!"

"Little girl!"

"Zhao Xintong!"

She saw everyone's anxious faces. But I can't see it really, I just feel that everyone's facial features are dangling in front of me. She heard them say comforting words, but she couldn't really hear them.

She remembered what her father had said, and felt that she still held the Baixuan Pear Flower Spear in her hand. Now, it's the real one's own Baixuan pear flower gun. Zhao Xintong felt very relieved.

"Thank you...... Thank you...... Everybody ......"

Zhao Xintong gradually closed her eyes.

didn't know that the tiger on the side was about to rush up, and he was about to help Zhao Xintong up from the ground, shouting in his mouth: "You have to do artificial respiration!"

The eyebrow fairy, who was only up to the tiger's waist, stood aside, stretched out his hand, hooked the belt of the tiger's trousers, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "I remember that you just got up and haven't brushed your teeth yet, young man......"

The morning sun shone obliquely on everyone, and everything around them was bright. The people who have dealt with the old demon of the black wind are making noise in the clearing, and the residents of Babao Town are about to wake up.

Everything is so beautiful.

[After 3 days]

According to the rules of Fulong Kingdom, this day is the day of Sect Master Zhao's funeral.

Up and down the Zhao sect, it was decorated with white paper flowers early. In the hall of the Zhao family, a big word "Dian" was placed in the center early in the morning. On both sides stood the waiting boys who were mourning, and relatives and friends from the previous life of the spiritual throne came to mourn.

Only Ah Yuan has been kneeling in front of the spiritual seat, constantly burning money and incense for the deceased Sect Master Zhao, and crying with a handful of snot and tears, which makes people feel so pitiful.

Not far from Ah Yuan is the incense seat, and three plates of pastries and tea fruits are placed in front of the spiritual seat. A deft hand poked out from the side, and it seemed that it was about to reach the pastry on the table.

"Boom-"

Hearing only a muffled sound, the owner of the hand did not care about the food on the table, and desperately tried to protect his head with his hand.

The old man's voice sounded in the air: "Stinky boy!

Huzi rubbed his innocent head and said indignantly: "Master Zhao's belly is too big, I'll help him eat some and lose weight......"

The eldest lord was angry: "Minus your sister!" After that, he didn't say more, and only looked at Huzi coldly.

Huzi knew that he was wrong, and he received another blow to his head, and said aggrievedly: "I'm sorry...... But, sir, why are you the only one here? What about Xiao Tong and Xiao Xuanxuan? ...... they?"

The eldest man looked at Huzi expressionlessly.

"Probably not—go on a date!" said his face that was longer than the barrel of the old man's pen.

The eldest man cocked the tiger in embarrassment, but still did not answer.

At this time, it is already late, and the sun is about to fall. Zhao Xintong sat by the river, looking at the sun, remembering the rising sun when he and his partners dealt with the old demon of the black wind a few days ago. I thought of what I saw, my father's last moment, and my heart still couldn't be calm.

At the beginning, when I think of this, I will also be sad and unwilling. However, after recalling a lot, there are distant relatives and neighbors who come and go to mourn, one by one asking themselves this and that—at first, I still have some thoughts, but I can still deal with them calmly; after responding for a long time, I feel as if my heart is numb, every reply and response has become automatic, and every expression and psychology seems to have experienced.

A light footstep sounded in the distance. Zhao Xintong didn't look back, knowing that only Qi Xiaoxuan could appear here at this time.

"Can I sit here?" Sure enough, it was Qi Xiaoxuan's voice.

Zhao Xintong didn't answer, just acquiesced.

Qi Xiaoxuan was in a full robe and sat beside Zhao Xintong.

In the distance is the sun setting in the west. From time to time there are a few flying birds.

Zhao Xintong is wearing mourning clothes today, dressed in plain white, contrary to the Yushu wind in the past, but a little more pitiful.