Called the Water Tomb.

It is said that Shuiling Mountain is low, most of the area is very flat, and the black and gray woods stretch out the body, half hidden and half hidden in the heavy mist, which looks quiet and terrifying.

In this mist, there are three figures, the leader has an old face, faintly pale, quietly staring at the woods in front of him, and there are two young men standing on the side, one is dressed in white and has a fan, and the other is generous and generous, dressed in sea-blue clothes.

Li Xizhi hid his figure in the clouds, and the old man beside him stroked his beard and said in a deep voice:

"Xizhi, why hasn't Tang Shi moved yet?"

"I'm probably waiting for a few others."

Li Xizhi replied casually, his current state is really not good, his face is still a little pale, although the mana in his body is full, but it is faintly affected by the injury, and he is a little vain.

He took three [Hui Qiu Dan] in a row, and after more than ten years of longevity, he should have been in retreat for at least two or three years before his injuries were healed, and if he was cautious, he had to retreat for five years.

Now that he has only been out of the customs for more than half a year to deal with the enemy, it is no wonder that his mana is vain, if the Qiu Dan is not given by the Yang family, but those ordinary stimulating mana pills, at this time he has already fallen ill.

But no matter what happened before, he lost Baixiang Valley, and Bian Yanshan's order came quickly, and he ordered most of the monks to go to [called Shuiling], not only him Li Xizhi, but even Yu Yuwei and Li Quantao arrived.

Li Quantao listened to his words, smiled inexplicably, and only said:

"Tang Xue didn't know what to think, so he put the three of us in the corner... I thought he would put Brother Zhi'er under his nose and watch, and it would be good to have some accidents when he went to the place where the most demon cultivators few..."

Yu Yuwei touched his beard and didn't speak, but Li Xizhi understood in his heart:

"Tang Sedu is now racking his brains thinking about how to escape next... Where is there room to harm me! For fear of hurting me and causing anger in my family, I went straight to the real person under the new hatred and old hatred, and when the time came, I beat him into ashes with one palm... I'm afraid no one dares to say anything. ”

After all, Tang Sedu has no backer now, and the relationship between Yuan Xiu Zhenren and Yuanwu Zhenren is not much better, I'm afraid he won't stand up for him, in addition, where does anyone in Qingchi dare to speak?

This can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune, the three of them can hold together, as long as they don't meet the descendants of the Murong family, there is no problem in keeping themselves safe.

The three of them were silent, but they saw a white light rushing into the sky from not far away, and the tokens on the waists of several people suddenly brightened, and a thunderous roar sounded in the air, rolling in:

"Boom!"

"How daring!"

A roar sounded, and the black clouds in the sky rolled up like a whirlpool, and a piece of demonic qi rushed out of the earth, dragging the rolling black gas all over the sky, and surrounded it, and then a piercing howl was heard:

"Qingchi rats... I haven't gone to you yet, but I've delivered it myself! ”

Li Xizhi and the others glanced at each other, and flew up together, seeing Tang Shidu's spirit armor shining, pointing straight to the depths of the demon clouds, and six bright white long branches appeared in the air, flying back and forth around the white light on this person's body.

His halberd swept away, swinging away the demon clouds in front of him, the white light on his body was dazzling, and he said coldly:

"In the Lower Tang Dynasty, come and ask for advice!"

Tang Shi is an old monk who has been famous for many years, and his exercises and cultivation halberd methods are very powerful and experienced.

The first three of them each picked a demon cultivator to fight, their bodies were very close, and they could help each other, Li Xizhi saw this demon cultivator holding an axe, wearing a black scale robe, his eyes were slightly red, and his demonic aura was strong.

Such a demon cultivator naturally can't be compared with the appearance of Tuoba Chongyuan's half-immortal and half-demon, with a black demonic aura all over his body, miscellaneous but not refined, obviously he was quickly promoted, unlike the subordinates of the Murong family, it should be a recruited demon, and the two of them obviously specially gave him this demon cultivation.

He approached with his sword, and the rainbow light scattered the magic of the demon cultivator in front of him, and his breath stagnated slightly, feeling that the opponent's strength was higher than he thought, and he calculated:

"This demon cultivation technique is not strong, but there is something about the axe technique..."

He pinched lightly, and the [Golden Fall in the Clouds] worked, turning into a few golden rays of light beating, jumping out from in front of this person, appearing behind him, the long sword in his hand jumped up, and drew the sword:

"Moon Que Sword Arc!"

He slashed off the opponent's head with a sword, and the golden fall in the clouds flashed again, avoiding the opponent's spell and falling on the other side, and the "Changxia Mist" ran with all his might, and he breathed a sigh of relief and pinched the spell:

"[Chao Yinhong]!"

This demon cultivator's head flew up from his neck, there was no big expression on his face, and his lower body took a step into the air to chase his head, and he spliced twice in the air, and both times he slipped and couldn't be assembled.

He had to stop, stroked his neck with both hands, and picked it up a little jerky, which made Li Xizhi look a little regretful:

It's a pity that I have been practicing spells for many years, and the sword path has fallen too much, otherwise he can preliminarily decide the victory by taking advantage of his carelessness that this sword cannot be combined. ’

"Boom!"

The rainbow light in his hand had already jumped out, but Li Xizhi's ears were like thunder, his heart was suffocated, he almost lost his direction, and he gritted his teeth and looked up.

But he saw a white light rise in the sky, transforming into a human head the size of a small mountain, with sparse eyebrows, large eyes, and a bloody mouth, roaring in the air.

'The head of the Murong family's belly ......'

He was only slightly stunned, but the spell in his hand never stopped, and the demon cultivator on the opposite side was even more miserable, shocked by this sound, and a little late, he was pierced by his rainbow light, and exploded into a colorful rainbow flame.

Of course, Li Xizhi couldn't let go of the opportunity, he took advantage of the victory to pursue, cast a spell in his hand, but there was a slight buzz in his ears again, and then the bright golden brilliance flashed in the air.

But the head of the man in the sky screamed fiercely, and exclaimed:

"You...! Yes... You're here too! Good... Good... What a fairy bow! ”

Hearing this, Li Xizhi's heart suddenly settled down, as if he had confidence:

"A few adults are here! It seems that Qingike is going all out this time... Maybe there is also the cooperation of Jin Yu. ”

Only then did he press a rainbow light on the chest of the person in front of him, causing his demonic body to shake and his vitality to be greatly injured, but he saw the rolling demonic flames emerge from the soles of his feet again, and the situation in the air seemed to change again.

Li Xizhi didn't have time to take a closer look, and two more people flew out of the demon clouds on the left and right, one left and one right, and struck at him.

Before the spell arrived, Li Xizhi already felt pain on his face, so he had to let go of the person in his hand, draw his sword to resist, pick out a piece of rainbow light, and shatter the two spells in front of him.

His blow was too urgent, and it affected the injury, so he had to pause slightly, after all, the two people on the left and right were demon cultivators killed from the north, but their eyes were not bad, they glanced at each other, and at the same time drove the magic weapon to call.

(End of chapter)