There are two lines of footprints in the snow, each stretching far in different directions - is it the two of them?!

Ling Fox Zhenzhen chased after him, and went up to the Jiuqu Bridge, and saw that there were many monks on it looking up to enjoy the illusion of heavenly fire.

The strange thing is that they don't move like wooden carvings, and no one speaks, only their expressions are ever-changing, some frowning, some smirking.

She nudged one of the monks, and his reaction was a hundred times slower than normal, and he turned down very slowly.

Outside the Jiuqu Bridge, the bright painting boat has sailed to the nearest front, and the singer in a gorgeous black dress has sung to the end, and his eyes are facing the fox Zhenzhen, and he is very briefly surprised.

It's the Molan Lingren of the Forgotten Mountain Pavilion.

It turned out to be her, and she could really do it in public.

The fox rose up like a bird with open wings, and when it fell, the person was already on the painting boat.

There was no music, and the servants on the willow-leafed boat that accompanied the painting boat stopped dancing, and every servant on the boat did not move, just like the monks on the bridge.

Only Mo Lan in front of him, bowed down and saluted her elegantly.

Linghu Zhenzhen asked, "Did you do it?"

The girl laughed. Mo Lan's voice was tactful, "The feast of the fire god is the trace of the gods, and there are thousands of illusions, how many people have been confused by the heavenly fire and disappeared, it is not uncommon. A slave is just a little servant, where can he do this. ”

Ling Fox Zhenzhen was very familiar with the style of the demon of the Great Wilderness, and it was pointless to talk nonsense with it, her long blue sleeves were only raised, and the cold light appeared, and the tip of the short knife was already quietly pointing at the black peony on Mo Lan's waist.

"Withdrawn the hex. She said slowly.

Mo Lan did not retreat, but advanced, took two steps forward, and said softly: "How scary is the girl's knife and gun......"

The words suddenly broke off, she covered her waist and quickly took two steps back, the black peony had been nailed to the deck with a short knife, and soon cracked inch by inch, and finally turned into black ashes and dissipated in the wind and snow.

Mo Lan's face suddenly became gloomy, and after a while, she suddenly whispered, "Do you know that he died at the hands of Ling Huyu." Now the remaining corpse has been shattered by you again, and he is equivalent to dying twice at the hands of your surnamed Linghu......"

Before she could finish speaking, the fox was already rushing out like an arrow from the string.

was really said by Qin Yuanxi, the black peony on her waist was not her real body.

However, most of the flower and grass demons are weak, and they are not as fast and fierce as the beast demons in their actions, and they can still fight. She doesn't know any magic, she can't stand here and wait for the flower demon to smash the demon, she can strike first.

There was a sudden gust of wind in all directions, which made Fox Zhenzhen react very quickly, and immediately retreated a few steps back with a horizontal knife in her chest, only to feel that the demon fog was countless thicker than before, and she couldn't see the boundary at all, and the sweet and greasy fragrance made her eyes hurt.

The next moment, Mo Lan's voice came from a high place: "Originally, I couldn't bear to see you as just an ordinary woman, but now it seems that the descendants of Linghu really have a way." But I advise you not to struggle, but to stand up obediently, lest you accidentally lose your hands and feet, which is a fly in the ointment. ”

Countless thick black petals were wrapped in demon fog and stabbed like swords, causing the fox Zhenzhen to jump up and down in the painting boat to dodge, and in the mist, she could only vaguely see Mo Lan's demon appearance, and a huge black jade peony hairpin in her ears.

Qin Yuanxi's guy said it every time, she was really a black jade flower demon with rarer blood.

As soon as the fox Zhenzhen turned around, the short knife shot out, slashing at the peony in her ear, and before she could prevent a "buzz" sound, dense blue light burst out from the demon mist, and as soon as it was stained with those wood-carved servants, it immediately shrank into a blue light cocoon.

Isn't this the Demon Monarch's Demon Lord's Demonic Enchantment?!

She flexibly avoided the layers of cobweb-like enchantments, hid behind a wind player, and said hurriedly: "Is it Tangyuan Demon Monarch who wants you to arrest me?"

She always thought that it was the Great Desolate Demon who hated the monks of Middle-earth, so she used clever means to attack her for a long time?

Mo Lan sneered: "Don't act rashly, the two Taishang Pulse Cultivators have been sent out by me, and there is absolutely no way to save you, delaying it will only make you suffer more." ”

With a flick of her fingertips, she flicked a green jade cup full of wine and hung it in front of Ling Fox Zhenzhen's eyes, the wine was light red and turbid, as if it had been dripping with blood.

"After drinking this wine, I tell you to have a good dream. ”

Ling Fox Zhenzhen pinched the wine glass, only to feel a burst of greasy sweet fragrance overflowing, lingering on the tip of her nose.

She suddenly remembered that when she went to the Forgotten Mountain Pavilion that day, Mo Lan came to toast with a smile, and the entire private room on the second floor was filled with this aroma, and Zhou Jing also complained that the smell of wine was covered.

There must be something wrong with this wine, and the disappearance of the two too above is probably related to this.

She thought for a moment and said, "Before I drink it, can you tell me why all this is?"

Mo Lan's tone was contemptuous: "It seems that as the Ten Thousand Rat Demon Monarch said, you don't know anything, Ling Fox Yu still has a sense of shame, and he didn't let future generations know what he is." You want to know the reason, wait for the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness to break your body into ten thousand pieces, and then go down to Huangquan to ask Ling Huyu yourself!"

Ling Fox Zhen Zhen was taken aback: "You mean-I am the descendant of Ling Fox Feather?"

"Do you want to say it?" Mo Lan's face was full of hatred, "Look at your chin, look at your nose, it's really exactly the same as Ling Hu Yu! Seeing your face, I think of how Ling Hu Yu killed my husband! Your surname is Ling Hu, one kills him, the other destroys his demon body, I don't share the sky with you!"

Didn't she do it first? Why did she act as if she was bullying her? She knew that the demon of the Great Wilderness was unreasonable.

"You still haven't drunk it, and you're still lucky? Do you want me to cut off the heads of those two Supreme Vein Cultivators to show you, so that you are willing to die?" Mo Lan asked coldly.

Chop off the head?!It's so useless?!What kind of famous family does the green onion blow all day long?, don't blow nonsense in the future!

Ling Hu Zhenzhen was extremely decisive: "No need! I'll drink!"

She tilted her head and poured the bloody wine in the cup, only to feel the strong fragrance around her mouth and nose, and the dizzy feeling came again.

Mo Lan saw her drink wine, so he breathed a sigh of relief slightly: "I can't imagine that to deal with you as an ordinary person, you have to have all three methods." ”

As a black jade flower demon, her natural fragrance is mixed with demonic energy, and since she can remember, she has been cultivating the most difficult and profound demon art of the Illusory Incense Soul Destroying Array.

There are three methods in this array, one method for aroma, one method for singing, and one method for blood wine. It has always fascinated ordinary monks, and it is enough to only have two methods: aroma and singing. And the Illusory Fragrance Soul Destroying Array, no matter how powerful the monk is, he will also enter the Soul Destroying Array, and fall into the illusion realm at her mercy.

Mo Lan walked in front of Ling Fox Zhenzhen and looked at her carefully.

It's true, she really looks like Ling Fox Feather.

Previously, the Ten Thousand Rat Demon Monarch and the Third Prince came to her and told her that Ling Hu Yu had descendants, and she was worried that she would not be able to recognize it, who wanted to be in Tianyin Tower, in the vast sea of people, she saw her at a glance.

For this reason, she deliberately made a sufficient posture that day, originally wanting to lure the two Taishangmai monks to come to the Lethe Mountain Ling Pavilion in person, but the Taishangmai was extraordinary after all, they didn't take the bait, but the people from the Sancai Sect took the bait.

Although it took a lot of effort, in the end, I still let the Taishang Pulse Monk come to the Ling Pavilion. Changyuan Demon Monarch wants to capture them alive, so for the sake of safety, feed them blood wine first.

It's just that I didn't expect that Ling Huyu's descendants would be so difficult to deal with.

Mo Lan stared at Ling Fox Zhenzhen for a long time, and the enemy's face was close at hand, suddenly touching her dusty memories for a long time, like smashing a boulder into a waterhole, and the ripples could not be calmed for a long time.

The life of the demon is long, but there are very few happy times in her long years, and the only thing that has some brilliance is to be with her husband, but unfortunately this brilliance was quickly wiped out, and her husband died under the hands of Ling Huyu.

She only felt that the killing intent was rushing, and she couldn't wait to slash it with a knife and cut off the hatred she had twisted for decades.

But this is not what she can do, the painting boat is about to anchor, and there is a demon king waiting outside, and her mission ends here.

Mo Lan took two steps back, and his voice was cold: "This is your life, don't blame me." ”

As soon as the words fell, the girl who was as sluggish as a wood carving suddenly moved, and the cold light flashed like a swimming dragon, cutting off the small half of the petals of the black jade peony in her ear, she screamed in pain, and the next moment, the peony was quickly snatched away by a hand.

Linghu Zhenzhen, who was supposed to indulge in the illusion of ecstasy, stretched out her finger to her throat, and the blood-mixed wine spat on the deck.

She looked at the flower in her hand, then looked at Mo Lan, and her tone was very flat: "I don't know Ling Huyu, let alone any benefits from him, what does what he does have to do with me?"