The voice of the immature child echoed in Chen Xiaoyu's mind over and over again. Everything around them turned into a bubble and then vanished.

Wuxin Town, Zhoufu Mansion.

Lianhua, who was dressed in a long cloth dress, raised her head and stood face to face in front of Old Man Zhou, her ruddy face was extraordinarily calm.

On the other hand, Old Man Zhou was in tears again.

His grief was even worse than when he first saw the Zhou Mansion.

A crying old man......

Chen Xiaoyu complained weakly, and his eyes moved to Lianhua.

Lianhua took a slight step back, fell from the roof, stepped on the debris of rubble and dripped into the blue brick and mud floor, and smiled slightly at the silence on the side.

Silence was stunned for a moment, and exclaimed: "You are breathing?" Are you human? Living? ”

Lianhua shook her head and smiled playfully, "Sort of, after all, I'm not dead." ”

"But,...... The female benefactor was still a ghost cultivator full of yin qi just now. ”

Silence's words are not enough, he looked at the seriously injured Silent Dust not far away, and his heart was entangled for a long time, and he decided to call this girl who didn't know whether she was a human or a ghost as a benefactor.

Lianhua could see his doubts, and also looked at the seriously injured Lonely Dust behind her, and said slightly apologetically: "Actually, Sister Yan, she is not so bad, she just wants to be a new person." ”

Poof.

Chen Xiaoyu couldn't hold back and laughed.

The word "re-being" is too inconsistent with this.

However, the Heavenly Dharma Road blocked the outside world, and although he laughed, no one could hear him.

In the courtyard, Silence listened to what Lianhua said, lowered her head and pondered: "The female benefactor said that the one in her mouth said that it was the ghost Xiu Yanying. ”

"It turns out that you know Sister Yan, monk, since you know each other, why do you want to fight?"

Lianhua turned to look at Silence again, her eyes hadn't forgotten to sweep the courtyard that had been shattered by Silence and Silence Dust's Lingxuan Annihilation Array, and even there was some blame in her tone.

Silence really fell into self-blame for a while.

But the moment he lowered his head, the nerves of the whole person were only for a moment, tense to the limit.

In an instant, the courtyard of the Zhou Mansion was extremely cold.

The face of the girl in the long cloth dress who was originally playful and cute suddenly turned pale, and her brown eyes became dark and deep again.

"Little girl, what are you doing with these stinky monks, since you have let go of your hatred, shouldn't you listen to me?"

Mercy's voice was suddenly cold and terrifying, she seemed to be talking to herself, but it didn't seem to be.

Because the original voice of this body is still there.

"Sister Yan, you're awake. It was you who gave Recy a second life, and of course Recy listened to you. ”

"That's good."

The cold voice drowned out the girl's voice, and the long cloth dress suddenly turned into a blood-red wedding dress.

The red-clothed ghost repairs!

"Senior brother, be careful!"

The house was shrouded in a cloudy wind.

The red-clothed ghost cultivator reoccupied this body, and suddenly his whole head twisted to the injured silent dust on the other side of the mansion and rushed away.

Silence reacted suddenly, roaring loudly, without half the calmness of a Zen master.

At this moment, Silent Dust, whose back and front were seriously injured, no longer had the slightest strength to resist.

And the speed of the red-clothed ghost cultivation is extremely fast, and there is no possibility of Silence and Silence running fast.

"Senior brother!"

Silence regretted it very much, he thought that the seamless plan of "killing one person and saving a hundred people" was going to harm his fellow disciples.

Seeing that the silver claws were less than half a minute away from the silence, suddenly a strange sound came from the sky above the mansion.

Sanskrit sounds are not like Sanskrit, and language is not like language.

Defense。

This is an improved "immovable as a mountain" plug-in, although there is only one chance to use it, but under the influence of the three-layer divine power of the Sky Viewing Mirror, Chen Xiaoyu has used it countless times.

But in the last time rewind, he didn't use the plug-in, which could be called an invincible defense.

Now with this, it seems to be just right!

As the code words of the plug-in fell, a white light curtain was suddenly generated, blocking the front of the silent dust.

The red-clothed ghost cultivator had never seen such a light curtain, as dazzling as the sun, and the scorching heat made her feel as if every skin on her body was being burned by fire.

"Ahh A cold scream resounded through the sky.

The moment it touched the white light curtain, a sharp sword appeared like a sharp sword, cutting off the claws of the red-clothed ghost cultivator.

The red-clothed ghost Xiu took a few steps back, black blood flowed from his fingers, and the broken silver claws were scattered on the blue brick floor.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost here?"

She also heard a strange sound coming from the air, and the female ghost in red, who had been careless, was also a little frightened in her heart at this moment.

Cut off her silver claws, apparently a sword.

"Sword cultivation? Shencang Sword Mountain! ”

Suddenly, those fears were infinitely magnified, and a sense of fear filled my heart. The resentment of the red-clothed ghost cultivator is extremely heavy, and he is one of the very few ghost cultivators in the Kyushu continent who has obtained immortal and immortal souls.

But this immortal and immortal soul, in the 100,000-year-old strange classic records of the Kyushu Continent, has been killed by more than one sword cultivator of Shencang Sword Mountain with one sword!

Transfer！

Suddenly, the strange sound sounded again.

The red-clothed ghost cultivator looked up at the sky vigilantly, the sky above the wind-shrouded Zhou Mansion was empty, and the strange sound came from nowhere.

"Rats, hide, hide, can't see anyone?"

The cold sneer spread throughout the house, infinitely amplified in the gusts of the gloomy wind.

She's using the technique of agitation, trying to provoke the person who is hiding in the shadows and making that strange sound.

"I'm not a rat, I'm sure I've seen people! But you're a ghost cultivator, and you're not a human, so why are you your calves here? ”

Chen Xiaoyu, who was suffocated by the northeast accent, carried a three-foot long sword, stepped on the broken blue brick and stone slabs, stood in front of Lonely Dust, and said in a low voice: "Master Lonely Dust, you protected me before, and now I will protect you." ”

"Little fishing donor, what do you say?" Silent asked, enduring the pain.

His voice was so low that he couldn't hear a word of silence that was already empty of his brain from the pain of a serious injury.

"Ahh I say! Don't be afraid, master, I'm here! This ghost cultivator will die! ”

Chen Xiaoyu pulled his throat and pointed at the red-clothed ghost cultivator.

If the flesh is numb, he can't repeat it a second time.