It was also after a general understanding of the monster's trajectory that he noticed that a sight had fallen on him, so he turned around to check. I didn't expect to bump into such a pair of gentle eyes.

A month later.

Because the monster is a white light mouse, a kind of alien beast. Its biggest advantage is that it moves like lightning, and although its strength is not strong, it is difficult to catch it.

Therefore, it took a month and almost exhausted the spiritual power in the body, and only in an empty room in Qingyuan Temple did he catch the white light rat, seal it, and bring it back to the sect to be disposed of by the master.

At this moment, the mutation protruded.

A cold sword light suddenly struck. Mu Shenxing's physical strength and spiritual power were almost exhausted, and he was only able to dodge this blow at this time.

At this time, he was in the temple, and there were many ordinary people living in the temple. Thinking of this, Mu Shenxing's eyes were slightly gloomy, and he dragged his tired figure and flew away to the outside of the temple, luring the assassin who had sneaked up on him out of Qingyuan Temple.

When he was able to leave Qingyuan Temple, his physical strength was declared exhausted. With willpower, he ran to the mountain behind Qingyuan Temple for a while, and after seeing that the distance should not affect the safety of everyone in Qingyuan Temple, Mu Shenxing completely lost his strength and collapsed to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, several sword winds came, and Mu Shenxing was powerless to resist, and all of them survived.

The assassin saw that Mu Shenxing's detachment did not seem to be fake, and a look of pleasure appeared between his eyebrows. There was no nonsense, let alone superfluous movements, he directly stepped forward, raised his sword, and stabbed Mu Shenxing in the chest.

Mu Shenxing, as a personal disciple of Aoba Zhenren, how could he not have a life-saving magic weapon on his body? He deliberately withstood those few blows that were neither heavy nor light, and he was waiting for this moment.

Just when the tip of the sword was only a fist away from his chest, Mu Shenxing's eyes suddenly became fierce. With a slight movement of his fingers, there was an extra piece of rune paper in his hand.

His lips squirmed slightly, and the rune paper in his hand glowed faintly red.

The assassin was immersed in the emotion of being about to succeed, and did not notice Mu Shenxing's series of small actions, so that he missed the only chance to succeed in the assassination.

After seeing the faint red light emitted by the rune paper, it quietly floated towards the man's back.

Just as the tip of the sword had penetrated Mu Shenxing's clothes and touched his flesh, the assassin's eyes suddenly widened, his pupils shrunk, and an extremely painful look suddenly appeared on his ordinary face.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground, and the assassin suddenly fell to the ground with a headshot, rolling and rolling. Although it was painful, it was not able to make a sound from beginning to end.

After a dozen breaths, the assassin's body suddenly stopped. Until the moment Mu Shenxing lost consciousness, the assassin was unable to move again.

Mu Shenxing's spirit relaxed, and naturally he couldn't hold it anymore, and his consciousness gradually blurred until he fell into darkness.

When he became conscious again, Mu Shenxing felt a strange aura around him.

Suddenly opened his eyes, with vigilance and murderous intent in his eyes, but he was facing a helpless, worried and gentle black eye.

These eyes, he was very familiar, and after being stunned for a moment, Mu Shenxing closed his eyes again.

Then he heard the sound of a whisper in his ears from time to time, and he seemed so cautious.

For some reason, he always wanted to laugh. Obviously, the injuries on his body are still aching, but at this time, he just wants to laugh.

When I came back to my senses, I found that there was no movement around me, but my breath was still there.