Hearing the command, the demon scepter in Sha Wujing's hand was lifted again and slashed towards a type of fire lin.

Tang Wuming's heart trembled suddenly, he should have guessed that this move was useless for the eight-fingered green devil, the other party was indeed a little too frustrated, he originally thought that he would be able to defeat the other party, but he didn't expect that in this blink of an eye, the eight-fingered blue devil cracked this dead end that should have been a dead end.

"Don't, stop. ”

Finally, Tang Wuming is still not as ruthless as the eight-fingered green devil, he is always a human being, people will have feelings, and of course they will be bound by feelings, and the eight-fingered green devil is not a human at all, he is a monster, he will not be threatened by people, because he has no feelings at all.

Hearing Tang Wuming's words, a slight arc opened up on the mouth of the eight-fingered green devil: "Stop, beast slave." ”

Sha Wujing stopped moving, and it was as if he had turned into a dead corpse, and his body was still drenched in blood.

The eight-fingered blue devil walked towards Tang Wuming step by step, and his tone no longer carried the slightest trace of emotion: "Boy, remember, this is your last chance, say, where is the Dao soldier box?"

"Black Fire Mountains. ”

"Where is the Black Fire Mountains?"

"I can't tell you right now, as long as you let my friend go, I'll take you personally. ”

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding atmosphere changed abruptly, Tang Wuming was shocked, he didn't expect that such conditions would actually outline the killing intent in the heart of the eight-fingered blue devil: "Boy, you don't have a chance." ”

"Beast slave, kill that red-haired boy. ”

Sha Wujing lifted the staff in his hand again, and the sharp cold blade had already cut a blood-red cut on the neck of a type of fire lin.

"Don't. ”

Tang Wusheng shouted, he wanted to use all his strength to save the next type of Huolin, but the spiritual power on his body was exhausted, and he was seriously injured, and he was powerless.

On the contrary, the fire lin is quite calm, death is approaching, maybe he will fall to the ground in the next second, but he seems to be downplaying life and death, even if the blood is splashed on the spot, he will not frown.

In the eyes of a type of firelin, maybe everything is fate, this catastrophe is destined to be unavoidable, and it is a waste of effort no matter what.

At this moment, the whole space seemed to freeze instantly, and the temperature around it also dropped sharply, and I don't know if it was an illusion, the earth that was originally scorched by the heat was condensing a piece of ice mist at a very fast speed, and there were countless snowflakes falling in the void.

"None of you can touch him. ”

Familiar but unfamiliar voices, extremely moving, like a clear spring, flowing into everyone's heart.

"It's her. ”

"What?"

"Murong Feixue. ”

Several surprised voices sounded in a row, and a white figure in the void quickly floated down, like a Nine Heavens Fairy descending to earth, ice clear and jade.

In an instant, the surrounding snowflakes flew and accelerated, instantly condensing into thousands of ice needles and spilling the earth.

Tang Wuming and a type of fire lin automatically formed an ice shield around them, avoiding the ice needles in the void, while Sha Wujing instantly solidified into an ice sculpture, motionless.

As for the eight-fingered green devil next to him, he was frozen in a stunned moment, and soon his whole body was also sealed by ice.

"Let's go. ”

A burst of cold air hit, and then the sky swirled, and in an instant, Tang Wuming and a type of fire lin had already appeared in the Divine Capital City.

On the other side of the grove, Sha Wujing was still an ice sculpture motionless, while the eight-fingered blue devil's whole body burst out with countless blue lights, he broke through the ice, and his angry roar sounded all around: "Murong Feixue, you have ruined my good deeds again. ’

After a long time, Sha Wujing broke through the cold ice around him, the wounds on his body were almost solidified, and his body was pale without any blood, but there was hardly any expression on his face.

"Eat it. The eight-fingered blue devil threw out a cyan pill and was grabbed by Sha Wujing in his hand.

Sha Wujing didn't hesitate at all, he swallowed the pill directly, and in an instant, his blood-colored veins burst out, and a faint blood light filled his body.

"Roar. With a beastly roar, Sha Wujing screamed and danced wildly, and it took a long time before it became quiet.

"Let's go. ”

In the Divine Capital City, Tang Wuming and a type of Huolin had been taken to his mansion by Murong Feixue, and both of them almost fell into a coma, and it was not until three days later that the two of them woke up one after another.

A melodious sound of the piano attracted Tang Wuming's attention, the sound of the piano was extremely beautiful, but it always gave people an invisible sadness.

Following the sound of the piano, Tang Wuming walked out of the room and walked towards a delicate attic over there, above the attic, Murong Feixue, who was dressed in white, stroked the piano with both hands, but there were snowflakes flying around the attic, which was extremely beautiful.

"What a wonderful sound, what a wonderful sight. ”

Tang Wuming seemed to see the fairy playing, and couldn't help but walk to the attic, but at this time, he found that a type of fire lin had already walked towards the attic from the other side.

He didn't use walking, but flying, his feet did not touch the ground, and he flew slowly to the attic, and a rare drunkenness appeared on the face of the fire, as if he had lost his soul, and as if he had fallen into a kind of intoxication.

"Firelin. ”

Tang Wuming called out several times in a row, but the other party didn't seem to hear it at all, and still had that expression, as if he was enchanted, and slowly flew towards the attic over there.

In the attic, Murong Feixue was still stroking the qin, the sound of the piano slowed down, and the snowflakes falling around him also became slow, and countless snowflakes floated on the body of a type of fire, as if to freeze his fiery appearance and melt his indifferent heart.

"Absolutely. ”

Tang Wuming looked at everything in front of him, and involuntarily spit out these two words, at this moment, he seemed to feel that he was superfluous, so he couldn't bear to destroy this wonderful artistic conception at all, and kept standing aside, quietly watching everything over there.

The one-style fire lin was getting closer and closer to the pavilion, and the sound of Murong Feixue's piano over there was becoming slower and slower, and the snowflakes around him were falling more and more slowly.

The picture seems to be gradually frozen, forming a peerless and wonderful landscape painting, in the painting, a man and a woman, a talented woman, the man is suspended in the air, looking at the peerless woman over there with a special eye, the woman strokes the qin, she wants to fly out to meet the man, but there is still a trace of courage missing.

The beautiful scenery seems to be less warm and more sad.

After a long time, a type of fire finally flew to the front of the pavilion, and he only needed to move forward for a minute, and he could meet the woman in the pavilion, but he stopped at this time, as if he was the same as the woman, and the last step was always difficult to get out.

I only heard the sound of dang, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the snowflakes around him also turned into ice foam and sprinkled on the ground in an instant, and the originally stunned Huolin suddenly regained consciousness, and a trace of dazedness flashed on his face.

Tang Wuming immediately flew towards the One Fire Lin and asked, "What did you feel just now?"

"It's a familiar feeling. ”