Lu Xingyao couldn't care about them at this time, and among them, it was actually a person with the image of a little beggar who was in charge of checking out, what a strange image in the eyes of others.

Although He Yan pulled her downstairs in a hurry, in fact, she could only stand there after going downstairs, she used her skill to break free from He Yan's pull, and instead led her in that direction by leading the way.

"Don't be in such a hurry......"

But in fact, what is shown from He Yan is not a rush emotion, but a mood that is almost like wanting to see a good show as soon as possible.

"If the two of them finish the fight early, then we won't see anything. ”

Lu Xingyao didn't think so.

This is also the reason why she chose to come to He Yan first instead of waiting directly at the edge of the mansion to watch what might happen.

If it was really a confrontation that could be completed in a short period of time, no matter which side was evil, it would not be possible to have the scene they had seen before.

If Lin Xiao's contact with the monk was to find a way to completely suppress the other party, then his suppression of this little girl may not be as strong as they had seen before, she could only fall into a deep sleep, instead of being directly eliminated by an overwhelming advantage, and could even derive a way that might absorb people's spirits to restore herself. And if the position of good and evil is reversed, what the little girl said is true, then Lin Xiao's choice to attack ordinary people represents a show of weakness in a certain sense, and the easy escape of that black gas, under the premise that there is an inner ghost among the people who shot at that time, is not as powerful as Lu Xingyao thought before.

She thought as she walked in the direction of the house along the same path she had followed with the crane.

Either way, it's likely that they'll be faced with a battle that is different from the one they've fought against.

Mirror Spirit, Mirror Spirit, for this kind of magic weapon spirit, she really doesn't have any method that can form a truly strong and effective attack for a while, but in the previous battle with the person possessed by the black qi, as well as the black qi itself, it can be regarded as figuring out which talismans on her body can form a more effective blow to it.

She reached into the pouch and tucked two of them into her sleeve.

"You really don't forget to be on your guard all the time. He Yan saw her movements, and her eyes showed a little appreciation.

Lu Xingyao shook his head.

It's not a vigilance, it's a real preparation.

When she walked out of the separation of three or two streets, the people around her who were still walking around and didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary, as if there was a sudden separation from them, He Yan had been following her footsteps, and her interest in the situation she might face made her not feel this strangeness at the first time.

This separation is not a direct physical barrier between them and pedestrians, but everything around them suddenly loses its sense of reality.

There is a feeling of seeing flowers in the fog.

What made her feel even more wrong was that she felt that the road in front of her seemed to be the one that led there, but in fact it gave her a strange strangeness, obviously the bridge in front of her that was about to cross, the railing on it still had the ones she had seen when she passed by, as if it had been painted by some passing child with paint, and it still did not make her strange feeling disappear.

It's about a kind of intuitive early warning.

Compared with He Yan's ignorance at this time, Jiang Hechen obviously noticed the abnormality just like her.

He who was about three or four steps behind before, leaving room for the two girls to chat, suddenly took two steps forward, forming a state of walking side by side, and in the eyes that turned his face sideways to exchange, Lu Xingyao clearly saw that this young man suddenly changed from that kind of hanging look to seriousness.

The copper coin in his hand suddenly took off his hand and threw it forward.

He Yan was still wondering why he made such a move, but then he saw that one of the copper coins that was thrown out seemed to have hit some invisible barrier, was blocked there, and after a stalemate, it bounced back directly and was caught in his hand, while the other, in the distortion of the space in front of him, suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared, but obviously had a trajectory that was out of place with the previous throwing path, landed on the ground in front of him, made a clanging sound, and then rolled out all the way forward, hitting the second layer of barriers。

He Yan didn't reach out to touch it to confirm the existence of this barrier.

For this kind of unknown thing, even people like Lu Xingyao, who don't know much about the strange methods of the immortal cultivation world, know that they should not be directly touched with the flesh, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will be something that directly adsorbs flesh and blood and causes some irreversible blows, not to mention that He Yan is like this, there is obviously someone who has guided some things.

Her robe lit up with two formation-activated aura, and two cyan wind blades shot at what was lurking in front of her.

This is not the magic robe that Lu Xingyao wore when she first met her.

However, it can be seen that the grade of this piece should not be much lower than the previous one. In the activation of this magic circle, she discerned the intensity of this attack, at least at the level of the fourth level of Qi training.

But the strange thing is that when the wind blade was facing forward, it did not encounter any resistance, but went straight forward, leaving two deep marks on the ground.

"Can materialized things be blocked by this?"

He Yan touched her chin and looked at the scene in front of her in contemplation.

Everything around you looks real, but it also clearly shows the falsehood.

If the people who passed by around them were real, or were in the same predicament as them, then it was impossible for He Yan's two attacks, which were obviously no longer mortal powers, not to attract any attention.

At this time, the surrounding shouting and the conversation of passers-by formed a kind of layered sound interweaving, some close at hand, and some seemed to come from an extremely distant place.

It's like falling into a dream.

The pedestrians, who still looked no different from normal people, suddenly looked a little blurry when Lu Xingyao looked at them carefully, until they completely turned into faces without facial features, and their left and right sides did not know when they formed a kind of mirror image with them as the centerline.

The scenes on both sides mirror each other, and they are in the middle of this central axis, as if embedded in the gap of the mirror.

Lu Xingyao held the knife in his hand.