The moon sank towards the edge of the world.

In Ning Chang's field of vision, those souls all retreated at high speed, and their pupils were suddenly occupied by Jiuying's raised body.

Its body glowed with a faint white light, and there was a tumor-like shadow standing on its head, and many souls around it also retreated at the moment when Jiu Ying appeared, and Jiu Ying seemed to follow the instructions of some kind of hatred in fate, and looked directly at Ning Changjiu.

This hatred has not been extinguished even after the years have corroded the bones.

Ning Chang was still some distance away from Jiu Ying, and he did not choose to fight against it, but avoided the other side.

In the flickering of the figure, he cut off several entangled white shadows with his finger sword, and an oval soul spread its bat-like wings as it swept past him, and Ning Chang slashed it away with a sword, but he was still scratched by the bat wings.

"This is the soul bat, the spy bat used to transmit messages in the Middle-earth Dynasty, and it hangs in the center of the caisson on weekdays, like a flat fresco. "The Spirit of the Sword Sutra began to show its erudition again.

Ning Chang thought that it was really useful to read more, which accompanied Yan Zhou to read for decades, and the fool actually became a pedant.

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra was still excited: "It's over, it's over, why are they all coming at you...... It can't be because of your blood, I've heard that there is a kind of devouring fish in the deep sea that can smell blood from hundreds of miles away, they can't be so bloodthirsty......"

Ning Changjiu also noticed that the rest of the souls swam over like crazy at the moment when he was bleeding, as if they had smelled something he longed for the most.

He immediately pressed his arm, temporarily stopped the bleeding, and then wiped the blood that had spilled before, buckled it on the blade, and the blade shook, shooting the blood beads like arrows, pointing directly at the place of the nine infants.

Smack.

Beads of blood splattered on Jiu Ying's body.

And when the blood bead flew through the air, it also left a long blood line, and along that blood line, many souls crawled greedily, and Ning Changjiu immediately dusted off the rest of the blood marks on his arm and fled towards the outer edge.

After the nine babies were splashed with blood beads, they couldn't help but stick out their tongues and lick their chests and abdomen, like tasting the most delicious sweet rain in the world.

And many little monsters also gathered along the traces of blood, crawling towards the body of the nine babies like ants.

Jiuying shook the giant, throwing down the monsters attached to the body of the ants, but most of them clasped it with sharp teeth and claws, Jiuying roared and began to roll on the ground, the hissing sound on the soft sand surface sounded from time to time, wisps of white gas, those souls were crushed and shattered, and the overflowing white soul qi became nourishment for other souls.

Ning Chang's figure did not stop.

He looked around vigilantly in the midst of his madness, and in the distance, there were still several huge souls pressing towards him.

Ning Chang ran away from them, and then circled along the edge to where the moon had set.

The light in the moon is constantly changing in the interweaving of light and dark.

And there are also some souls, as if they have given birth to intelligence, they are also clever to avoid fighting, some bury themselves in the sand, some rely on their innate agility to maintain a high-speed movement, not to let other souls capture it, and the most central, the hottest fight, is always those who seem to be very hideous and powerful.

"That's ...... Demon beasts of the ancestral dragon lineage?" The spirit of the Sword Sutra was stunned: "How can this kind of antique-like thing appear here?"

No matter what Ning Changjiu saw now, he didn't feel strange, he dropped his sword while running, accumulating his sword intent by killing those decent souls, and almost every dozens of steps, the killing intent on Ning Changchang's sword weighed one point.

Ning Chang looked at the sword blade illuminated by his aura, and his heart was a little more stable.

Because the spirits did not come near because of the light of their own swords, it means that they are running in the direction of the moon, not because of the light, but because of the law.

The whole desert also slowly poured in the direction of the moon falling, like a pious apostle, kneeling down to welcome the arrival of faith.

A loud sound like a long whip falling to the ground erupted.

The Nine Infants, who were entangled by many souls, burst out with the ferocity in their bones, it roared wildly, crushed or dispersed those souls with the law of space, and then crashed towards the ancestral dragon with five claws, and on the other side, a towering ancient tree also came out of the sand, it was topped with a deep and huge crown, and the densely entangled roots were its wriggling feet, but the giant tree seemed to be not good at moving, looking at the past from afar

, just like a mast moving slowly on the surface of the sea.

"What is that?" Ning Changjiu took the initiative to ask, he knew that all living beings in the world could become spirits, but the spirits that had been nurtured for thousands of years were only tree spirits, how could anyone run around holding on to the body like this?

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra hissed for a moment, sighed at the miracle of the other party's creation, and then admitted his ignorance.

Instead, the Blood Feather Monarch shouted, "That can't be the legendary Fire-Swallowing Sycamore...... Legend has it that there are only three such trees in the entire world, and the gods of the Vermilion Bird Divine Kingdom will choose to die on this giant tree at the end of their lives, and the aura of the Divine Sparrow will be transformed into something like a flame heart, and anyone who swallows such a divine fruit can be endowed with a godhead and step into the five realms!"

Step into the Five Paths......

Such a statement is too exaggerated, Ning Changjiu doesn't believe it, it's just that such a naturally growing divine tree, why would it remain in this boundless desert?

The giant tree advanced earlier, and Ning Chang took a deep breath, tied the broken sword with spiritual power, connected it into a sword chain, and pierced towards the big tree at that moment.

Bite!

The broken sword pierced into the bark of the tree, and it was immediately bounced away, and the spirit of the giant tree was unconscious, and continued on its way.

"What should I do, no one here can beat it to death......" Seeing this, Blood Feather Jun said worriedly.

Ning Chang frowned and pondered, and then ran in the direction of the giant tree.

On the other side, Jiu Ying had already strangled the fierce beast of the ancestral dragon bloodline, it sensed something, and then suddenly twisted its head and rushed towards Ning Changjiu.

The soul light is like dust and mist.

The roar of the Nine Infants was so strong that it hit the soul, and its bloody mouth Ning had already seen it for a long time, but at this moment, it was pressed in front of it again by its giant shadow, and it was still creepy.

Ning Jiu didn't hit it hard, after he simply slashed out a few sword qi, his body fell low and swept across the sand, the distance between him and Jiu Ying was far and near, and he rushed towards the direction of the ancient tree, when he was close to the giant tree, Ning Chang's body stopped suddenly, he cut his palm with his fingers, and splashed his blood towards the giant tree's body.

Blood is the most tempting thing.

Although there were only a few drops of blood splashed on the trunk of the towering ancient tree, the huge black shadow of the ancient tree also stagnated, and its eyes didn't know where it was growing, but at that moment, Ning Changjiu knew that he was being targeted, and the alarm of the Dao heart buzzed.

Whew!Whew!

The sound of three wind-breaking winds sounded almost simultaneously.

The thick trunk of the tree burst out of the body of the tree in an instant, it was like a straight sword, but it was like a vine that extended infinitely into the distance.

Ning Changjiu's expression froze, he no longer paid attention to the nine infants, but ran wildly on the sand to flee with all his strength.

On the soft and delicate sand, because his steps were so fast, he didn't even leave any footprints.

Ning Changjiu held down his palm while running, using his spiritual power to speed up the healing of the wound and wipe away the blood. But he underestimated this ancient tree that was harmless to humans and animals before, and the vine-like branches instantly chased after him, and the Blood Feather Monarch screamed, instinctively burrowed into the sword, spewed a breath of fire, and then immediately retracted.

The flames of the Blood Feather Monarch and the fire of the red-tailed old monarch are of the same origin, and the fireworks taken from the real leyline molten slurry can spray the branches of the ancient tree, but they are all absorbed, and instead turn into more fierce fire and attack Ning Chang's back.

"How could this be......" the Blood Feather Monarch screamed.

The spirit of the Sword Sutra in his body scolded: "What people inherit is the divine fire of the Vermilion Bird God, don't take out that little match of yours and be embarrassed!"

Ning Chang pinched the true secret of the water moon in the mirror, and his figure blurred several times, trying to avoid the pursuit, but the giant tree did not give up, whether it was phantom or real, it was entangled.

Blood Feather Jun scolded: "It's really a big flood that flooded the Dragon King Temple, I think that Zhao Xiang'er has a close relationship with the Vermilion Bird Divine Kingdom, maybe this is the future Vermilion Bird Divine Kingdom's concubine! This dog tree is so short-sighted, no wonder it will die miserably here!"

"Zhao Xiang'er, who is she?" the spirit of the Sword Sutra asked out loud, "Could it be that our peak master Lu can marry beautifully?"

Blood Feather Jun laughed and said: "You short-sighted sword breaking book, I don't know how badly beaten and embarrassed Lu was when you married in the imperial city, even I can fight with her, where can I compare to His Royal Highness's peerless demeanor? I was raised by His Highness, I know best what strength His Highness has! ”

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra sneered: "Our peak master is no longer what it used to be, her sword body is incredible even if I see it, if it weren't for being deceived by this young man."

, I want her to be my master, the highness in your mouth is probably a yellow-haired girl, if you meet our peak master again, she will be pressed to the ground and beaten!"

Blood Feather Jun was unconvinced and said: "Oh, the eyes of the rat are inch-eyed! Do you know what the origin of His Royal Highness's mother is? If someone tells me that she is the Heavenly Monarch or the Divine Envoy of the Vermilion Bird Divine Kingdom, I will not question it!"

The spirit of the Sword Sutra said contemptuously: "A woman is more expensive than her mother, even if she wants to marry for a long time, she will marry that little girl, not her mother, how noble her status is?

Blood Feather Jun took out the killer weapon: "Do you know that our Highness is Uncle Ning's fiancée!"

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra was startled, it remembered the life-and-death entanglement between Ning Chang and Lu in the wasteland before, and knew that the emotion could not be faked, and wondered: "Fiancée, since it is a fiancée, why have you never heard of them?"

Blood Feather Jun originally wanted to ridicule Ning Changjiu for a few words, but when he thought that his little life was in his hands, he immediately said: "Uncle Ning is so affectionate, how can he always talk about it?"

The Spirit of the Sword Sutra sneered: "Ning Chang, I see that you are young, I never thought that you were so abusive, is your cute little junior sister also ......?"

"Shut up!" Ning Chang couldn't bear it anymore, thinking to himself that now was the time to fight for this? And one of you almost killed Zhao Xiang'er, and the other forced the sect master to enter the demon path because of his desire for freedom, and almost killed the entire four peaks, how can you talk about this one by one so firmly?

After Ning Changjiu roared out two words, his true breath broke slightly, his body slowed down by half a minute, and the vine hit his back, knocking him out directly, Ning Changjiu's chest was full of blood and blood, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood that was about to vomit was swallowed back by him.

Knowing that their lives were tied to him, the Blood Feather Monarch and the Spirit of the Sword Sutra immediately shut up and suspended the dispute.

Ning Chang was knocked into the sand, and the splashed sand wall was shattered by vines again, and it pierced like an arrow again.

Ning couldn't adjust his body for a short time, and rolled around on the ground a few times, forcibly avoiding Gu Mu's pursuit, and at this moment, Gu Mu was not happy, attracted by blood, countless souls attached to its body, dragging its already slow body even slower.

Swish!

Another whip came over, and Ning Chang couldn't roll over, and was knocked out again, his chest and clothes were torn, and blood was splashed.

The Blood Feather Monarch and the Spirit of the Sword Sutra both gasped, thinking that Ning Changjiu shouldn't have messed with it, originally just wanted to slow it down, but he didn't expect that now it was completely set on fire.

There was another bang, and the sword domain that Ning Changjiu had hastily set up was also interrupted.

The plane of the world slid in the direction of the moon.

The remaining souls that were still alive rushed away like a tide of beasts.

And as Ning Chang was severely injured by this ancient tree, the rest of the souls also rushed over, and they rushed towards Ning Chang at high speed, like annoying fleas, but with iron claws and fangs that were enough to tear through steel.

Ning Chang blocked left and right with the broken sword, and the voice of the sword soul breaking spirit made Blood Feather Jun tremble, and it felt that its poor nest was about to break in the next moment.

The rattan of the giant tree was drawn again.

Blood Feather Jun closed his eyes in despair, feeling that he would definitely die this time.

The spirit of the Sword Sutra also sighed leisurely, nostalgic for the days when he accompanied the old man to read, and he also regretted the loss of the future of the peerless swordsmanship.

The surroundings were quiet.

The rattan of the ancient wood stopped in front of him, and he did not move an inch further.

Ning Chang held a ...... in his hand The black iron-like branch, this branch is not good-looking, it was previously tied to the broken sword on the left and right sides, and the Blood Feather Monarch still has a feeling of shame and companionship, but at this moment, it just wants to call for a miracle.

It was this ordinary branch that resisted the entanglement of the rattan.

The tips of the three rattans even trembled as if a servant had met a god, and it was terrified of this dead branch.

Ning Changjiu clenched the dead branch with both hands, gasping for breath, but instead took a step forward and forced towards the ancient tree.

That ancient wood was like an arrogant local official, and after the emperor who visited him privately revealed his dragon robe, he immediately put away his previous command, and fled with a trembling bow.

At the same time, an illiterate soul sprang up and rushed towards Ning Changjiu's back, and Ning Changjiu turned around with a stick and directly smashed the soul.

"Good swordsmanship!"

The Blood Feather Monarch and the Spirit of the Sword Sutra exclaimed in unison.