In the front yard of Yang's house, Yang Yuan was sitting cross-legged in the house when he suddenly felt a trace of palpitations.

"This is the breath of demon blood!?" Yang Yuan seemed to notice something, and hurriedly walked to the wall of the house, twisted the utensils on the side slightly, and the wall was sunken down, showing a small round platform, on which was placed a shabby bloodstained cloth strip, the blood stains were black and red, as if they were used to wrap something.

Yang Yuan's face changed greatly, and he muttered in his mouth: "Bin'er won't"

In the guest room in the front yard, Mu Shiyan was about to lie down and rest, suddenly frowned, and also felt the smell of blood, she didn't think much about it and walked out of the house, raised her eyes and looked at the backyard of the Yang family, her eyes were stained with blood.

Yang Xi's house was next door to Mu Shiyan, and she also walked out almost at the same time, seeing the blood that shrouded the backyard, worry appeared in her eyes, and the uneasiness in her heart was even more magnified.

"Let's go, go to the backyard. Mu Shiyan seemed to know that Yang Xi was beside her, and as soon as the words fell, the figure in the white dress had swept towards the backyard at great speed

Outside the city, in a deep mountain, a figure is hiding in it.

He was lying on a tree, with his legs crossed, holding a big white steamed bun in his hand, and he seemed to be humming a little song in a low voice.

The humming sound gradually became quieter and quieter, and the figure slowly sat up, and his figure gradually became clear in the moonlight.

Sloppy old way, Zhou Xuan is here!

"Your grandmother's, what's the situation, how can you have a sense of whim?" Zhou Xuan was touching his chest and muttered to himself.

If a monk enters the divine realm, he can merge with heaven and earth, so there will be inexplicable mysteries, and whims are one of them, and he has a premonition of danger.

"Could it be that Jing Xinglou has found me? No, I have laid out several formations near this mountain, leaving a few false breaths, it is impossible for him to find me so quickly."

Zhou Xuanzai stretched out his hand and scratched his head, then threw away the big white steamed bun in his hand and gently closed his eyes.

"Grandma's, it's the breath I left on the stinky boy that I feel the danger, the stinky boy is afraid that he is in danger now, grandma's, what happened to this stinky boy!

Zhou Xuan was bored, pulling his hair with both hands, and making a burst of irritable sounds.

"Okay, you're a Jingxinglou, and now you've learned to be aggressive! If you were back then, how could you bear to be innocent!"

Zhou Xuan is now turning a thousand times in his heart, secretly figuring it out.

"No, no, if it's as I guessed, then this stinky boy can't die!"

Zhou Xuanzai seemed to have made up his mind, stood up, and with a slight lift of his leg, the person disappeared on the spot, appeared in mid-air, hanging in the air without falling, he reached out and wiped his mouth, opened his throat and yelled.

"Jingxinglou, Lao Tzu is here, come and see!"

The sound was like the roar of a beast, shaking the whole mountain and forest, and a hundred beasts lurking

Before the backyard, Yang Yuan met Mu Shiyan and Yang Xi, and Yang Yuan did not speak with a gloomy face.

When Mu Shiyan saw Yang Yuan's ugly face, she guessed that this matter was afraid that it had nothing to do with the Yang family, or that it had something to do with Yang Bin!

Mu Shiyan raised her hand and made a few strokes in front of her, like splashing ink, an ink-colored character appeared out of thin air, she waved her hand, and the ink word turned into a puff of light smoke and floated out.

Yang Xiyu asked, "Sister Mu, who are you?"

"It's just a communication method, and now that things have changed, I have to let my father know as soon as possible. Mu Shiyan took two steps forward, but it was like walking into a sea of blood, and it was difficult to enter.

Mu Shiyan turned to look at Yang Yuan, who was speechless, and said, "Uncle Shi, what kind of spell is this blood mist?

"That's it, you follow me. Yang Yuan didn't speak, and walked straight towards the blood mist.

Mu Shiyan and Yang Xi glanced at each other and hurriedly followed.

The City Lord's Mansion was connected to the city wall, and Mu Bian Chu slowly climbed the city wall and looked in the direction of the Yang family.

A wisp of light smoke floated in, stopped in front of Mu Bian Chu's eyes, and the ink-colored character appeared again.

Mubian Chu's heart sank, a wry smile appeared, and he left in the air.

In the blood mist, unable to see the surrounding scene clearly, Mu Shiyan and the others followed Yang Yuan's vague figure forward.

After walking for a while, Yang Yuan stopped, snorted lightly, and his body was glowing, and there seemed to be seven star spots behind him, connected in a line.

The seven stars shine brightly, this is the symbol of the perfection of the seven stars in the third step of the fairy road!

Yang Yuan raised his hand and waved, and most of the blood mist in front of him was dispersed, but in the depths of the blood mist, there was still blood mist that continued to spread around.

Yang Yuan led the two of them deeper again.

In the deepest part of the blood mist, the courtyard was in shambles, and in mid-air, two sword qi were competing against each other!

And that blood-colored sword qi and Yang Bin's body were constantly emitting a blood mist.

Zhang Xiyun was half-kneeling on the stone bricks, his face was pale, his forehead was full of beads of sweat, and there was a pool of blood in front of him, which supported the sand and stone sword qi without dissipating.

Yang Bin stood on the small bridge in the courtyard with a cruel smile, wisps of blood connecting his body with the blood-colored sword qi.

"Zhang Xiyun, this can't hold on? What about your demeanor on the Qingyun Ladder?"

Yang Bin looked at his hands, and his laughter became more and more weird, "And I, I can be stronger!"

The blood on his body became thicker and even began to turn black.

Zhang Xiyun raised his head and looked at Yang Bin, his face was even heavier, and Yang Bin's cultivation began to climb.

Yang Bin's body seemed to sound a knock on the door.

The fourth step of mortal dust, gossip, is to knock on the eight doors of the human body!

"Open, rest, and live, three doors are broken!"

"Du, Jingmen, broken!"

"Shock, break, hurt, break!"

As Yang Bin's low and hoarse voice sounded, his cultivation actually climbed to eight doors and seven in the blink of an eye!

"What the hell is going on?" Zhang Xiyun looked incredulous.

Yang Bin opened his mouth slightly and inhaled wisps of blood into his abdomen.

A large phantom appeared behind him, swaying like the tail of a wild beast.

When he spoke again, he could no longer hear the original voice, but looked like a desolate demon beast.

"Disillusionment"

The blood-colored sword qi seemed to be blessed, and it slowly slashed down, crushing the sand and stone sword qi.

Zhang Xiyun could no longer support the sand and stone sword qi, so he simply gave up, the sword qi dissipated, the sand and stone could no longer condense, and it fell from the air, and the blood-colored sword momentum was unstoppable, slashing towards Zhang Xiyun.

Zhang Xiyun swept out the strength of his whole body, and the spilled sand and stones were once again pulled towards the previous shield of floor tiles, blocking in front of Zhang Xiyun.

A contemptuous smile appeared on Yang Bin's face, and the blood-colored sword qi slashed down!

The momentum of the sword was unstoppable, like cutting tofu, breaking through the last layer of Zhang Xiyun's defense and slashing at him!

Zhang Xiyun stood up strongly, his hands in front of him.

The sword qi slashed at his arm, cutting a deep gap.

He leaned forward, and a large mouthful of blood came out.

The aftermath of the sword qi seemed to penetrate his arm, and a cut was made in his chest, staining his clothes red.

Above the arm, the phantom of the Trapped Immortal Sword disappeared completely.

Zhang Xiyun flew out sideways and smashed on the wall behind him, covered in blood.

Seeing Zhang Xiyun in such a miserable state, Yang Bin's heart seemed to have fallen into a demon, and he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

"Next sword, slash you!"

Zhang Xiyun's eyelids were raised, and he opened them slightly, and his eyes were blurry and bloody.

Yang Bin's right hand was raised towards the sky, and the blood mist around him surged, converging on him.

However, in ten breaths, a huge blood-colored sword qi was formed.

Yang Bin gently stretched out his hand forward, and blood-colored sword qi fell from the sky.

He closed his eyes, joy welling up in his heart.

"You're finally dead at my hands, Zhang Xiyun. ”

A soft female voice rang out.

"Stop!"

Yang Bin was shocked, opened his eyes, and the blood-colored sword qi hung above Zhang Xiyun, unable to slash him.

A white dress was protected in front of Zhang Xiyun.

Yang Bin narrowed his eyes and saw the slender and tall figure clearly, and his beautiful face was reflected in the blood.

A fire of jealousy burned in his heart.

"Shiyan, why are you stopping me!"

The roar of rage, accompanied by the blood and qi, from the small bridge to the front of Mu Shiyan, everything around him turned into ashes.

"Brother Yang, if you stop at this time, there is still a chance. ”

Yang Bin was slightly stunned, and then there was a gloomy laugh, he reached out and touched his face, and his tone was extremely soft, "Stop?"

"You told me to stop?" The voice suddenly became louder, like a beast roaring, "I don't even want my life, I just want him to die!"

The blood-colored sword qi hanging in the air lifted up and slashed down again.

Mu Shiyan shook her head slightly, raised her hand, and lightly stroked a few strokes in front of her.

A white light rushed into the sky, slicing the blood-colored sword qi in the air, and the blood mist separated the two sides, no longer forming a sword shape, and gathered towards Yang Bin's place again.

The white light chased away, condensing into a knife shape during the chase. The blood mist returned to Yang Bin's body, and the white light sword qi slashed down!

Yang Bin raised his hand, blocked the knife qi for a moment, kicked his leg lightly, and his body left the small bridge.

When he landed, the white light slashed down.

The small bridge behind him was cut in two.