Li Xuan didn't ask much, but he immediately felt great admiration for this weak and petite woman in his heart.

Seeing that Li Xuan was no longer silent, Bingluo immediately asked, "What are your plans now?"

"The magic sword is still in the hands of the Magic Lord, as long as the Lord occupies it for a day, it will be bad for us for a day. Although the head and tail of the Magic Lord are hard to see, I think there must be a way to catch the tail of the Magic Lord. ”

Li Xuan thought so, it's just that the will of heaven is difficult to do, and heaven rewards diligence, but there is often no diligence and heavenly burden, and who can say anything about it in the future.

The battle between the two factions in the demon world is imperative, but the source of this war may not accept this great heart. Aoya never knew that the man around Lu Dao would be so infatuated with her and so worried about her. I didn't expect that because of a woman who had been with each other for less than a month, she would provoke a life-and-death battle between the two major factions in the demon world. It's a bit ridiculous to say, and it's even more unbelievable.

Aoya was originally a person who cared about the safety of her friends, and after the first battle of Songshan Shaolin, Aoya had to leave Shaolin temporarily in order to escape from the magic lord.

In the afternoon, the air is a little less anxious, a little more cool, occasionally a few birds chirping, soaring under the sky, very happy, at this time in the sky a light flesh white woman with the wind to come, the clothes suddenly reveal the white skin, smooth and ruddy, want to hide the dew, all kinds of amorous.

There was a little sadness on his face, his brows were tightly locked, and his face was sad. A pair of phoenixes are a little sad in their eyes, and I see them very pitiful. It seems that the world is big, but there is no place for her.

The wind is sluggish, and the clouds are scattered. Aoya kept flying in a southwesterly direction, and the farther west it went, the more the birds chirped and faded away. Instead, there was desolation, and the cries of crows. Eerie.

There is not a trace of people within a radius of 100 miles, there are broken tiles everywhere, overgrown with weeds, withered and yellow, without any vitality, looking at such a bleak scene, it is completely impossible to associate with the village many years ago, but no one can think that the original Aoya is still alive. Looking at these occasional exposed white bones, my heart felt sour, and more self-blame. They all ended up because of me.

On weekdays, he couldn't bear to kill chickens and cows, but now he killed his relatives and neighbors, and even his loved ones, how could Aoya bear it, and the two Han people were even more tears running down. Maybe it was because they couldn't bear to see the miserable situation of the honest villagers in the past, or maybe they wanted to escape the guilt in their hearts, and they realized the blur, and they didn't have the courage to look at it anymore, so they had to turn around, but at this moment, layers of white mist-like ghosts floated in, and they cautiously poked their heads out, their eyes full of horror and curiosity. When Aoya saw them, her heart trembled, facing many ghosts, Aoya had no fear, but a little more familiar and intimate, she recognized. The neighbor's black two dogs, Zhao Erwazi in the east of the village, and Xiao Xuanzi who often starves and fights. and Aunt Wang, who learned that she had a doll in her belly, was the first to come to congratulate her, Xu Dashen...... Aoya seemed to have not seen her relatives for a long time, she got carried away with joy, opened her arms, and happily gave Aunt Wang a full embrace, and the next moment, her face was blank. Aoya's whole person passed through her body, and she was like a moon in the water, and she pounced into the air.

What's going on, for what can't be caught, for what can't be caught, Aoya kept reaching out to grab it, but only to see her hands constantly passing through her body. The ghosts bowed their heads and floated in the air, all of them dejected and suffering. I couldn't even say a word. No wonder they were too resentful because of the innocent death, and they were reluctant to enter the Yama Palace, just wanting to avenge the slaughter of the village for themselves.

Aoya looked at her neighbors around her, looking at the little ghosts, such a small life, the budding life season, they can no longer appreciate the preciousness of life. Aoya was extremely remorseful in her heart. I was out of breath for a while, I shook it twice, almost didn't lift it in one breath, and fainted on the spot. She couldn't bear it, but she had to bear it, and she had to take on the responsibility of avenging the whole village.

But now, she needs time and someone to calm down. Think about it.

Aoya is like an arrow from the string, running towards the sky. Perhaps, under the vast and boundless sky, you can find a place for your soul to belong, so that your guilty heart can get some reading.

Aoya raised her face, majestic and majestic in the sky, quickly scraped her face, and there was a sense of pain, but now Aoya's heart has nothing else, overlooking her feet, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and the whole ground is only the size of a palm. But it is a key figure who affects the two worlds of humans and demons.

Suddenly, an uninvited guest burst into view. It was Liu Zhiyuan who escaped from the clutches of the Magic Lord, left Songshan, and pursued Li Xuan and Ling'er all the way. But I don't know why he appeared here, presumably during the fierce battle, he was injured a lot, with Liu Zhiyuan's sword born in the Yama Hall of the Ghost Realm, and as the head of the three ghosts in the Demon Realm, the cultivation methods are all written about the secret of supernatural ghosts. Now that the body is injured, it affects the roots, and it is necessary to find a place where the yin spirits haunt and take the opportunity to heal the wounds.

"This place is extremely resentful, and it is a unique place. Liu Zhiyuan sighed, then pulled out the Nether Sword, and the ghosts hiding in the shadows in an instant came one after another.

I saw that the cold light in the Netherworld Sword was flourishing, and the Yin Spirits everywhere were absorbed into the Netherworld Sword one after another, and in an instant, the ghosts everywhere cried wolf howls, wailing wildly, and it was extremely desolate.

Aoya knew that something was wrong, and then swooped down, like an arrow off the string, drawing a brilliant white light in the air. Destination - Liu Zhiyuan.

Regarding Liu Zhiyuan's origin, Ao Yazi is not unfamiliar. One of the sitting generals of the Demon Sect Lord, no matter who he was, dared to act blatantly and recklessly in front of Aoya, how could he be let go.

Aoya holds the heart lamp of the Heavenly Buddha, the fierce true yuan, and a sacred Buddhist Zen light shines. Seeing that Liu Zhiyuan was about to succeed in gathering the Yin Spirit, the Netherworld Sword was like a well-fed child, standing above Liu Zhiyuan's head, but the danger was coming, Liu Zhiyuan couldn't care about it, and the humorous sword was in his hands, and the sword body trembled slightly, which was very happy.

Take advantage of the trend and welcome the Buddha light of the Buddha's heart lamp in the sky. Aoya waved her hand, and a huge arc of light swept through the ground, almost splitting the entire village into two, Liu Zhiyuan's Netherworld Sword was not to be outdone, the sword body did not avoid, and it went straight to the Heavenly Buddha Heart Lamp, intending to force the Heavenly Demon Heart Lantern to be annoyed, and shattered it in one fell swoop.

Liu Zhiyuan was already seriously injured, and in the face of such a blow, he even wanted to kill with a fatal move, and the result can be imagined.

The spirit of Buddhism, and the magic of this Yama ghost, is the heaven and earth set up by heaven, as the saying goes: you don't need to beat the dog stick. Liu Zhiyuan's whole person was like a nail on the board, and he was wedged into the soil. Rustling dust was struck out. Scattered in the air and falling to the ground, Liu Zhiyuan was covered with dust on the spot. The muscles and veins shook, the blood surged, a hot breath surged up, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The ground is like a fairy scattering flowers, dyed into a piece.

Liu Zhiyuan has been wronged by his master since he was in the Gongju faction, and since he has relied on his strong cultivation, where has he ever suffered such a spirit, and he is still in the hands of a little girl who looks like he has not dried up, how can he bear the "reputation" of the head of the three ghosts in the demon world.

In one go, Liu Zhiyuan endured severe pain all over his body, slapped the ground, and his whole body trekked out, but he was unkempt and embarrassed.