Due to the threat of the ghost mother-in-law, Elder Jin and Elder Tian could not make a move, so they could only continue to watch and look for opportunities.

In response to the pleading of the two siblings, Elder Jin looked at the two of them deeply and nodded.

"Go, fight to the death, don't leave your hands behind."

"Yes!"

The two who got the consent glanced at each other, and today's Miao Ruolong is still dressed in slender women's clothes.

The two beautiful women looked at each other and smiled, their faces were exactly the same, and the loneliness with the corners of their mouths raised was the same.

"Brother."

"Sister."

After two shouts in unison, there was only one voice, and the voice was both male and female, quite treacherous.

The two of them shot at the same time, a golden spear, a bronze shield, and the combination of spear and shield brought invincible strength and absolute protection to the two of them.

Contradictions merge into one.

They followed behind Lu Yun and quickly sneaked into the battlefield to help Lu Yun share some of the pressure.

Lu Yun didn't have any eyes at the two of them, but the fire jumping in his pupils was a little grand.

I don't know when, the red fog around is much thinner, this is the decadence of going downhill after reaching the extreme.

Rustling.

Rustling......

It seems to be the sound of a butterfly flapping its wings, subtle, weak, distant.

But every time it sounds, it is so clear and close.

Rustling!

The sound was much denser.

has been fighting with Lu Yun, because the ghost king who can't take Lu Yun for a long time has already been furious.

Red eyes, after the shield helped Lu Yun block a blow, after the spear cut through his arm, after the cold river snow passed by......

He...... Be at the end of one's forbearance.

"Shut up!"

As if stunned, the ghost dynasty shouted in a certain direction.

And after this sound, the rustling sound was still for a moment, and then in an instant, it was like a tide, appearing in front of people with an unstoppable trend.

What is in the shadows reveals its description.

It's a butterfly.

Blood butterflies flutter their wings in the air, and the rustling sound is endless.

A butterfly the size of a palm, with crystal clear wings, like ...... It's like a blood moon in the sky, and it has a fatal allure for the ghost clan.

The beautiful wings drew beautiful arcs in the air, and the sprinkling phosphorus powder was like scattered stars in the glimmer of the blood moon, ethereal and hazy.

"Go away!"

The ghost king lowered his voice and roared, and the blue tendons on his forehead burst out, enduring something.

A chain thorn stabbed at the butterflies, and the Ghost King smiled distorted and satisfied as he watched the butterflies turn to pieces under his own power.

But this scene, in the eyes of outsiders, the ghost king is like entering a demon barrier, venting his power to the air.

Lu Yun glanced at Yao Huai.

The illusion of no place is really amazing.

The power of fantasy fused into this environment, pulling, inducing, pervasively infiltrating until the existence in it sank.

Should it be said that it is not a loss, but it is a thoughtless disciple who can argue with a few of his senior brothers?

Lu Yun picked up a faint smile at him, and after the other party knew it, Lu Yun's speed skyrocketed again.

Although the illusion is powerful, as long as the heart is strong enough, sooner or later it will be able to break free from the blindness of the illusion.

The reason why the ghost king was so easily recruited was all because of the foreshadowing of himself and the Miao family's siblings before, and their attacks disturbed the ghost king's mind.

But the other party's strength may not have reached its peak, and the state of mind that has gone through the world will soon make him sober up.

And before that, what Lu Yun has to do is to seize this opportunity and deal a heavy blow to the ghost king.

Lu Yun chose the light Hanjiang snow.

The snow-white blade had long been stained with blood, and the blood that flowed was like thick dirt, wanting to pollute the purity of the cold river snow.

But the frozen snow, even in the mud and darkness, was arrogant and clear after all.

At the top of the cold river, the wind and snow are shrouded.

The coldness that does not belong to the human world carries a cold aura against the divine soul, and quickly stabs towards the ghost king.

Even if it was Meng Lin's body, this sword Lu Yun did not keep his hand.

All the power in the dantian flowed on the cold river snow, accompanying the master to fight the cold river snow many times, making a loud soft sound.

As a result, the snow-capped mountains collapsed, the ice cracked, and the power of heaven and earth became the power of heaven and earth.

"No!"

The Ghost King, who had finally broken free from his dream, let out a terrible roar when he saw this sword.

There was extreme fear in his eyes.

He felt that Lu Yun's monstrous killing intent was ruthless even if he destroyed this body, he would die without a place to be buried.

Life is to see people, and death is to see corpses.

Even if he went back with the corpse, Lu Yun would never allow these ghostly things to occupy the body belonging to Meng Lin.

If you don't get it, you destroy it.

Simple thoughts, Lu Yun's heart did not fluctuate.

Her face was smiling, and in a trance, she returned to Wentian Peak, that is, in the fluttering snow, someone taught her how to hold the sword.

The small smile is the crumpled spring light, and in that spring light, there is still a cold winter that has never retreated.

This sword is gentle to the extreme, but also cruel to the extreme.

In this abundant killing intent, the ghost king hesitated for a moment.

I just woke up, and I haven't regained my own strength, how can I allow myself to die here.

The ghost king, who had not yet completely fused into this body, had the idea of discarding this body again.

And the moment this thought arose, it was not Lu Yun's sword that dealt a devastating blow to him first, but Meng Lin inside.

The color of blood receded, and the brown eyes were awake for a moment.

Tian Qing appeared in his hand, and at the moment when Meng Lin took back control, Tian Qing followed his movements and stabbed himself.

The sword of self-harm completely interrupted the idea of the ghost king's counterattack, and after suppressing Meng Lin's consciousness again, Lu Yun's sword arrived.

The sound of the cold sword blade piercing flesh and blood, Lu Yun had heard it many times.

She could even imagine in her mind what a horrific scene it would be when her flesh was torn apart.

It's just that when the person under his sword is Meng Shi, Lu Yun's breathing was wrong for a moment.

The cold river snow penetrated Meng Lin's heart.

Blood flowed from the back of the sword blade, and the ghost king finally believed that Lu Yun was holding the determination that he would rather kill him than let him have this body.

The ghost king, who didn't want to die with this body, naturally withdrew his soul.

The dark shadow retreats into the darkness, trying to find new prey.

The drifting cold air condensed into freezing, sealing the wound in Meng Lin's heart.

"Little ...... Sister. ”

When his gaze returned, Meng Lin's always cold and hard face had a little smile.

He grabbed Lu Yun's arm, smiling sadly and proudly.

"Well done," he said. ”

Just like the praise of childhood, the memories that always come to life between life and death are real again.

Lu Yun pulled the corners of her mouth with difficulty, and after stuffing a few pills into the other party's mouth, she grabbed the other party's arm.

The power of Besheng vine was frantically poured into Meng Lin's body by her, and a petal fell down, and the blue flower mark on Xiao Yuanying's eyebrows turned into four.

(End of chapter)