"Youyou, are you sure you can find the thirteenth sword wound of Xiangliu?" Wuwu wondered.

The demon nodded firmly and said, "I once saw the last sword cut by the Dayu Immortal on the mural of the Dream Pavilion. ”

The demon once again recalled the original picture: outside the Dream Pavilion, half-dreaming and half-awake, the originally rigid mural suddenly moved, and the Dayu immortal stood in the clouds and waved a sword casually.

The sword cut off the middle head of Xiangliu, and the blade of the sword passed by, and there was nothingness.

"But the middle of the nine-headed Xiangliu was originally a 'mask', and it has been destroyed by the catastrophe caused by the ink painting, even if it is really as you said, that sword wound should be under the 'mask', but where should we attack?" Wuwu was even more confused.

The demon is also solemn at the moment, she knows that she and Wuwu only have one chance, if she makes a mistake in judgment and misses a blow, Xiangliu will break free from Pujia's control, and at that time, she and Wuwu will definitely fall into a desperate situation.

"Five-five, after a while, you will use your most powerful spell to attack the broken neck of Xiangliu's 'mask', you must go all out." The demon strengthened his confidence and said to Wuwu.

Wuwu also knew that this blow could not be missed, so he gathered the spiritual power of his whole body between his two claws. The dark blue spiritual power summoned the ice and snow, and the ice and snow condensed into a sword.

"When the fake is true, the truth is also false, and there is no place for inaction." As if convincing himself, the demon silently recited this sentence in his heart.

"Five-five, it's now!" The demon finally made up his mind, shouted loudly, and let Wuwu attack.

With a wave of five or five claws, the giant sword condensed by ice and snow slashed towards the void above Xiangliu's short neck.

The greatsword fell lightly, without the slightest obstacle.

There is indeed nothing there, so it seems that the "mask" is indeed just a "mask", and it has been turned to charred ashes under the catastrophe.

Wuwu sighed, and the demon's heart sank to the bottom. Could it be that what I saw on the mural of the Dream Pavilion was really just a picture imagined in a dream?

However, what happened afterwards proved that everything he experienced at that time was not a dream, and during this period, he must have ignored the details.

The demon tried to calm herself down, and she began to carefully recall the details of the time, on the screen, the Dayu immortal cut off the "mask" of Xiangliu, and then the nine-headed Xiangliu was sealed.

This shows that its inner dan should indeed be hidden in the "mask".

But if Neidan is really hidden in the "mask", why would Xiangliu choose to use the "mask" to bear the catastrophe caused by the ink painting, this is obviously unreasonable.

In the picture, the Dayu immortal only cut off one sword, and he severely injured Xiangliu, not the thirteen swords that Pu Jia saw in the classics.

Now that there are twelve old sword wounds on Xiang Liu's body, it means that there is a high probability that the records in the classics are true. If the picture you see is also true, then there is only one explanation, the immortal you see in the mural is not a Dayu immortal, which means that Xiangliu has been hit twice.

The first time was the thirteen swords that the Dayu immortal hit it hard, and the second time was what he saw in the picture, the immortal who stood in the air cut off the "mask" of Xiangliu with a sword.

And the place where this immortal slashed was one of the sword wounds.

Now that the "mask" has been destroyed by the catastrophe, this sword wound naturally disappears along with the "mask". That's why they could only see twelve sword wounds.

Suddenly, a thought appeared in the demon's mind that lifted her own.

"Five-five, why did you say that the Dayu Immortals wanted to cut the Thirteen Swords of Xiangliu back then?" The demon asked suddenly.

"Why?" Wuwu asked eagerly.

"Is it possible because Sangyanagi's Neidan can only exist in these thirteen places, one of them?" The demon is very confused, and she can only express her opinion as clearly as possible.

"You mean, it's not like Xiangliu has thirteen Neidan?" Wuwu immediately understood the meaning of the demon.

"If that's the case, then Xiangliu's Neidan must be hidden within the other twelve sword wounds, or—"

A bold thought arose in the demon demon's heart again, and she quickly swept over Xiangliu's body, and was slashed by Mu Yu with twelve bloody sword wounds, of which eleven were left on the snake's body, and the other was left on the neck of the "true face".

"False and real, true and false, I understand!" The demon said excitedly, "The true and false sides of Xiangliu can be exchanged with each other. ”

"Cut off its 'true face', Five-Five!"

The last piece of ice on Xiangliu's body fell off, and Xiangliu, who was covered in blood, let out a terrible roar at the same time. The black clouds gathered, and a dark purple thunder python poked its head out from among the clouds, and roared towards the demon with a cold letter.

At the same time, the giant sword condensed by ice and snow swung down again, slashing at the wound that had already been cut by Mu Yu under the "true face".

In the continuous rain between heaven and earth, in the rumbling thunder and lightning, in the sound of thousands of demon beasts fighting, the sound of the ice and snow giant sword slashing was eliminated in the wind, almost silent.

It seems to be a light sword, but it seems to attract everyone's attention. With a sword slash down, Sang-ryu's "true face" spun high into the air. At the same time, the dark purple thunder python landed on the demon demon, and the demon placed the dull dream bead on her chest, hoping to block the attack of Xiangliu's thunder python, but this time, she miscalculated.

The thunder python landed on the demon's shoulder, as if a hammer had been smashed down. The demon only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of hot blood surged up.

Her eyes went dark and she slowly fell.

In a trance, she saw the remaining seven of Xiangliu's songs writhing in pain, and then the huge body began to crumble, turning into speckled streamers floating in the air.

"I bet right, it's good......"

Before losing consciousness, one last thought popped into the demon's mind.

"The Demon—"

It's as if someone is calling their own name.

"Demon, wake up—"

The voice is familiar and gentle.

More and more voices poured in down the cochlea, and the cacophony made the demon feel irritated.

Even in this noisy sound, there is always a tenderness.

"Demon, wake up—"

The demon struggled to open his eyes, just in time to meet Pujia's gentle gaze.

On Pu Jia's side, there was Mu Yu who also looked worried.

"Where's Xiangliu?" The demon asked angrily, not that she didn't want to speak loudly, but that every time she breathed, it would cause a sharp pain in her heart.

"You and Wuwu have destroyed its inner dan, and its body has collapsed...... Pu Jia said softly.

"I don't see it, you're pretty smart." Mu Yu sighed with emotion, "Then again, how do you know that Xiangliu's Inner Dan is actually hidden in the 'True Face'?" ”