Throughout the night, the demon could see groups of heavily armored soldiers, holding silver halberds in their hands, passing by the window with neat steps.

Earlier, the atmosphere of the New Year that permeated everywhere had long been crushed by the heavy footsteps that had sunk for a while.

The doors and windows of every house were closed, and the men of the inn also sealed the door of the inn.

Mu Yu did not go back to her guest room, but was staying with the demon and looking at the starry sky in the distance with her.

Under the bright starlight, a resolute and resolute figure stepped on the colorful birds, bathed in a faint blue light.

There was no word all night.

The rising sun burns away the inky night in the east, scorching the vast clouds into a brilliant red glow.

The streets were calm again, the morning light lazily illuminated the trampled snow on the streets, and the occasional foraging sparrow hurriedly swept down from the eaves, leaving a few frightened figures in the air, and then disappeared.

Everything is the same as the old, but it is not as good as the old.

For no reason, the dream bead hidden in the sleeve of the demon emitted a faint blue light, and the demon took it out and placed it in the palm of his hand. The faint blue light fell between the demon's eyebrows, and at the same time, the voice of Pujia sounded in the demon's mind-

"Demon, take care of yourself, and when you encounter danger, remember to put the dream bead on your chest."

The sound of the leaves is still warm and warm, like the first morning light in spring. It's just that this gentle voice is also mixed with the solemnity and loneliness when the wind blows through the world.

Through this voice, the demon seemed to see thousands of troops lined up in front, and the demon beasts were like a tide, overwhelming, surging.

A sudden uproar erupted in the distance, and the demon leaned half of his body out of the window, following the sound, but his vision was blocked by the rows of floors, and he could only see colorful spells weaving into a web in the sky, blooming like fireworks.

Perhaps feeling the anxiety in the demon's heart, Mu Yu stepped forward, patted the demon's shoulder and said, "Aren't you tired of pulling your neck like this?" ”

The demon didn't pay attention to him, so Mu Yu deliberately cleared his throat and said, "Why don't you let the master take you to the sky to see?" ”

The demon retracted from the window, looked at Mu Yu with a serious face, hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding: "Okay, then I'll trouble you, Mu Yu." ”

Mu Yu was taken aback and said with emotion: "I'm used to hearing you call me Xiao Xiangxiang, but you suddenly call me Mu Yu, but I'm a little unaccustomed to it." ”

The demon pursed his lips and said, "Didn't you dislike this title before?" ”

Mu Yu thought about it seriously before he spoke: "I used to dislike this title, but after listening to it for a long time, I think it's quite pleasing to the ear." ”

"Especially when it comes out of your mouth."

When he said this, Mu Yu met the gaze of the demon, gentle and fiery, serious and firm.

The demon didn't know what to say for a while, so he hurriedly urged Mu Yu to fly out with him quickly.

Mu Yu took out a peach blossom branch from his arms, and there was a snow-white peach blossom blooming on the branch that would never wither.

"This is my magic weapon, called mahogany, and you and I will fly out on it later." Mu Yu said, a light pink halo between his fingers holding the mahogany.

The streamer crawled along Mu Yu's fingertips all over the peach tree, Mu Yu held the demon's hand with his empty hand, the demon subconsciously wanted to break free, but Mu Yu's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Hold on to me, otherwise if you fall, the master will not be responsible!" ”

A light pink streamer shot through the open window into the sky, and Mu Yu held the peach wood in one hand and the demon in the other, and flew towards the direction of the city gate.

The criss-crossed streets, the scattered buildings fly under you, and the glow reflects the ice and snow that have not yet melted, gentle and serene.

The demon was in a trance for a while, as if she had returned to that old time, she rode the fifth five, Pujia hugged her body behind her, and flew to the blue waves for thousands of miles, and the glow of Yunmengze was shining.

And now that time has passed, in just a few months, he has walked twice between life and death. At the beginning, in order to save Pu Jia, he gave half of his heart and blood to Luan'er, but he inadvertently released the ancient fierce beast nine-headed Xiangliu, and the ink painting and Luan'er burned the true soul one after another in order to reseal Xiangliu, so that the souls of both souls flew away, and there was no reincarnation.

Now, Xiangliu has made a comeback, and the beast tide has besieged the city, once the main city falls, tens of millions of people living here will be slaughtered and displaced.

If things really go that far, then he is a sinner in Zhongzhou.

Even so, if time could be turned back, the demon would still resolutely choose to rescue Pujia. Even if the price is to release the nine-headed willow.

Who is he and all beings?

Even if one day, you really become a sinner for the ages, and you will have to bear all the sins of your own body, even if you can't recover from them, what's the matter?

Not far away, the standard iron-armored silver spear flashed with a cold glow, and tens of thousands of Zhongzhou soldiers were waiting for it.

Pu Jia stood at the head of the city along with the cultivators of the Mengze Sect, and above their heads was a defensive net of spells to defend against the demon beasts in the air.

Farther away, countless demon beasts rushed out of the Yunmeng Forest, and in the flying dust, rolling like thunder, it was the gasping, roaring and roaring of a group of demon beasts.

The demon stared intently at the top of the city tower, Pu Jia's resolute back. Xu felt her gaze, Pu Jia slowly turned her head, he met her gaze, and all the tenderness disappeared.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Pu Jia's loud voice resounded through the three armies.

The situation that the demon had seen in Pujia's dream was really staged at this time.

Dense clusters of arrows flowed through the edge of the forest and flew obliquely into the air, and then like a rain curtain of continuous heaven and earth fell to the approaching beasts, among the dust, blood lotus blossomed, and the roar of pain was higher and higher, hitting the heart of the demon fiercely. These demon beasts that keep falling, in the final analysis, belong to the same demon clan as her.

If it weren't for Pu Jia telling her everything about human beings, and accepting the memories of Luan'er's life after she turned into a human, perhaps she was also a member of this boundless beast tide army at this moment, facing the rain of arrows, charging forward regardless of her life.

It's just that as an ordinary peach, he is mixed in with a group of fierce and fierce demon beasts, and in order to keep up with their progress, he can only keep rolling his bulging body. Just thinking about it like this makes me feel ridiculous.

Countless fierce beasts continued to surge, and more and more demon beasts fell in front of the city wall, and the corpses piled up into mountains and rivers of blood.

The dark clouds that were as black as ink began to accumulate in the sky above the Yunmeng Forest, and continued to spread in the direction of the main city, wantonly encroaching on thousands of miles of blue sky.

A familiar figure hovered and rose in the Yunmeng Forest in the distance, surrounded by purple thunder and lightning, and the snake body was eight, as if it was the nine-headed willow that was destroyed by the catastrophe and destroyed the "fake" first human face!