"Want to leave, then I want you to stay!"

Liu Wenyan smiled, and then saw that his hand full of mist stretched out to Mo Liunian's neck in an instant.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, Xiao Banxian directly blocked in front of Mo Liunian, wrapped his arms around Mo Liunian, and blocked the poisonous mist with his back.

The little half-immortal swung the Futu Sword to block it, barely blocking a hit.

With the other hand, he pushed Mo Liunian open, and when the streamer sword swung towards the fog hand, a ball of golden sword qi condensed from the tip of the Futu Sword.

Mo Liunian's face was pressed in front of Xiao Banxian, and he was suffocated for a while.

In the suffocation, Mo Liunian smelled the fragrance and warmth of the little half-immortal.

Mo Liunian's consciousness kept falling, falling, and suddenly Mo Liunian saw it,

Xiao Banxian stood at the entrance of the cave and stretched out his hand to her, Mo Liunian saw that Xiao Banxian was smiling, and Xiao Banxian smiled and stretched out his hand to him, as if expecting a hug.

Mo Liunian grabbed the little half-immortal steadily, smiling, his hands were warm.

The cool breeze blew, and the warm and fluttering thoughts were drowned in the wind for a moment.

The dim light refracted the charming side face of the little half-immortal sculpture, and Mo Liunian's eyes shone like a star.

As if a knife had pierced the tip of Mo Liunian's heart, Nuan Nuan subconsciously pressed his hand in front of him.

The picture came to an abrupt end, and the light everywhere instantly dissipated, leaving only the towering ancient trees that had reached into the clouds.

I saw that the little half-immortal took a deep look at Mo Liunian, put away the floating sword in his hand, turned his head and sat on Qingluan's back, and there was no nostalgia.

Qingluan spread his wings and swayed away.

The golden light surrounded the little half-immortal and took him away, and Ren Mo Liunian shouted what was called below, but the little half-immortal couldn't hear it at all.

Time passes, and signs of waste and loss appear.

After a while, a little crimson bloomed on the white clothes, like the snow on the first day, and the plum blossoms on the snow, but it was full of thrilling ominousness.

She stepped back and slowly retreated to the sidelines.

He pressed forward step by step, his swordsmanship became more and more powerful, and he saw that there was no room for it, and the slender shadow seemed to be blown up by a gust of night wind, and he flipped over in the air without any strength.

Mo Liunian frowned slightly, suddenly turned his back, and the Eight Desolation Sword on the soles of his feet disappeared in an instant, without a trace, so fast that he didn't have time to see clearly.

Under the cloudy sky, the clouds slowly broke through a big opening, and the sky was pouring out, faintly collapsing.

The atmosphere around became strange, everyone began to feel uneasy, as if they had some kind of premonition, but they didn't want to believe it, extremely depressed and irritable, almost breathless, Mo Liunian couldn't help but grab the hand of the little half-immortal.

The little half-immortal held the Futu Sword, and the black mist wrapped around the sword body, cooling his whole body.

The little half-immortal trembled, "Ah!" As soon as he stopped, the poisonous mist was forced out by the sword qi, and Xiang Wan swept towards the man in black with his snake tail.

Under the dodge of the man in black, the corners of his clothes were swept away a little.

The two were facing each other in the air, and Xiang Wan was shocked to hear the sound of breaking the air behind him, and he didn't have time to hide sideways.

The three silver needles went straight to the man in black on the opposite side, and the man in black swung his sword and swept it down.

Although Mo Liunian didn't know what would happen if she was exposed to this poisonous mist, she knew that it must be very dangerous, she tried her best to push the little half-immortal away, but she saw the little half-immortal snort, her arms tightened suddenly, and Mo Liunian was hugged so much that she almost couldn't breathe.

The frenzied blood tide in the heart finally broke the embankment. He no longer had the strength to drive her away, and he hugged her tightly in a heedless manner, almost roughly.

She felt his body tremble, his breathing short, messy, like a teenager who still didn't understand the world.

She wanted to laugh at the man who had always been cold-faced, but her lips opened, and before the corners of her lips could be raised, hot tears welled up in his arms.

She pressed her face against him, silently, letting her tears be sucked away by the brocade clothes on his body.

Bai Xiaochun immediately saw more poisonous snakes than outside, and even all of them were much larger, making a hissing sound, this sound seemed to have some kind of strange power, which could actually make people feel in a trance, and Bai Xiaochun's eyes widened suddenly.

A strong crisis made him breathe short, especially what frightened him was that he found that these poisonous snakes were actually as strong as monks, and even from a distance, he also saw a poisonous snake with four colors all over his body, which was comparable to the fifth layer of condensation.

Being stared at by this snake, Bai Xiaochun felt that his back was cold, thinking about his immortal skin, I am afraid that he will not be able to last too long here, this time, there is no need to pretend, he is really afraid.

Jinglin wanted to retract his claws, but his body didn't obey him.

"Go? I don't want to go. If you want to go, you have to go with me!"

Xiang Wan roared, and his hand full of black mist stretched out towards Chu Wuchen's neck in an instant.

Chu Wuchen stretched out his hand to block it, barely blocking it.

With the other hand, he pushed Yi Nian away, and when the streamer sword swung towards the night, a ball of golden sword qi condensed from the tip of the sword, wrapping Yi Nian in it.

The golden light surrounded Yi Nian and took her a few feet away from the two of them, and the outside world couldn't hear her shouting in it.

Suddenly realized that every time he saw her, he would unconsciously measure the distance between him and her, and sometimes he thought that he was extremely close to her, as if he was within reach, but he was shattered as soon as he probed it, like a phantom in the water.

He could clearly see the velvet claws turn into fingers, gradually revealing their long arms and legs, and then silver filaments poured all over his body.

What he could see in Cangji's eyes was his own face, but there was something strange on that face that he had never had.

The hair on his forehead grew a little, and he stood there with his head bowed, his hair covering his eyebrows, and the anger and flamboyance on his face gradually calmed down.

The bright light outside the window was blocked by a cloud, and the light in front of him dimmed with it.

He raised his eyes and looked at the figures of several people who disappeared around the corner, the little white feet hooked in the crook of the man's arm, and the toes hung down quietly, like a butterfly with its wings broken, silent.

However, as soon as the man in black retreated, the enemy had no worries, and in an instant, the whistling arrows shot again, and Bai Shuilan and Lan'er waved their long swords to resist, wanting to move closer to Ning Buhe Jingxiu, who was still in the rain of arrows.

But the enemy was intent on separating them, and the long arrows that roared loudly were one after another, often only two steps, and then attacked again, and the position of just a dozen meters seemed to be far away from the end of the world, and it was difficult to approach.

Jinglin's body was heavy and his arms were light, he wrapped his arms around Cangji, and his arms were like a pool of water.

The koi slid into it, and then didn't move, and Jinglin fell asleep with a puddle of water.

My hard work, and my heart, my red dust, are constantly worn down by time.

I didn't feel the pain, I didn't feel the pain, but the blood kept flowing, with my apprehension, with my speculation, infiltrating the wheel of time, leaving bloodstained marks.

It's not that I've become numb, it's that time has made me see the fog and not the road ahead.

The air in the middle of the night was still a little chilly, I walked briskly with my hands folded, and suddenly, tears fell defenselessly, one by one, huge tears, dripping on my arms, I reached out to wipe them, but they kept flowing, as if unstoppable.

It's strange that I asked myself, I never longed for anything, so I couldn't say I lost anything, but why, my heart was so sad?

It's like a little Fei'e who fluttered towards the light, trampled to death in the dark, leaving no thoughts, and even small unrealistic fantasies were trampled on together.

The root of the mountain god|The vine drips water droplets, and Jinglin only feels that he seems to have become a fish, trapped in warm water.

The more he soaked, the more drowsy he became, and Dongjun's words still echoed in his ears.

Xie Yun took a deep breath, as if he was trying to suppress some strong emotion, and suddenly raised his neck.

The hideous and terrifying time and bloody memories of the old days rushed from the high void of the Buddha Hall, like lightning piercing through the black clouds, tearing apart the weakest souls of people.

Clouds of black mist poured out from her slender white fingertips, which she gently pinched out like cotton, and then blew them out in one breath, and they fell on Fei Lian Shenjun's dancing silver hair, disappearing like snowflakes.

The strange thing was that every time a cloud of black mist fell, his silver hair was gray and hung down an inch.

Until the black mist disappeared into the hair, Fei Lian Shenjun picked up a lock of long hair as if he was happy and sad, and he hadn't seen it for hundreds of thousands of years, and the black and silky hair seemed to be a dream.

Yi Nian and Murong Bining stood back to back in the encirclement, their eyes swept over the women who came up, holding the scabbard against Yu Hanyue's claws with one hand, and pulling out the cold light sword with the other hand and slashing at Yu Hanyue's arm.

Yu Hanyue hurriedly withdrew his hand, narrowly avoiding the blade of the Cold Light Sword.

Yi Nian's eyes were as sharp as ice, and he vowed to tear her to pieces before he would give up, his blue clothes flew up and down with the sword qi, and the sword shadow was free, full of sadness.

Mo Liunian felt a very powerful aura swinging around her, but she was sure that this aura was not hers, but the little half-immortal holding him.

The white light in the center of the whirlpool changed, faintly emerging the appearance of a Xuanwu totem, and wrapped around the upper shoulder along the upper arm in a circle.

The figure shook ghostly, rushing towards the man in black, the black knife pierced violently, and the sword light suddenly flourished.

Like the rising sun in the east, it suddenly leaped into the sky from the rolling sea of clouds, and in an instant the golden light shone on the earth.

The vigorous and vast sword light is like the boundless light of the Buddha, filling the space between heaven and earth, and every ray of light and every inch of space seems to be filled with an eerie cold air.

As soon as you get closer, it is as if you are under thousands of blades, and it is so cold that it makes people feel frightened.

The demon clenched his sword in his hand, and struck Cangji back in the lightning.

Cang Ji shook his body over the blade, and kicked the sword body with a "click". The demon flicked between his fingers, and the sword body was lifted upside down, and in an instant, it pushed back to Cangji's waist and abdomen.

Cang Ji saw that his sword was breaking through the wind, and he slammed down, his shoulders were heavy, and Jinglin held the sword with his bare hands, and the sword body was like falling into ice water, and Huo Di melted.

Cang Ji took the opportunity to smash the demon in front of him with all his strength and knocked it back with a punch.

The smoke around him receded in an instant, and the thunder in the sky was like a roar.

Bai Xiaochun took the wooden sword, closed his eyes and stood in the courtyard, after a long time, his right hand suddenly raised, pointed towards the air, and immediately in the air in front of him, the aura in the body that could not be seen actually flashed with light, and after a closer look, the aura was like silk, and it was quickly outlining the appearance of a tripod.

There seems to be some kind of mysterious power to guide it, so that this statue is quickly formed. At the same time, bursts of astonishing coercion also spread out from this tripod, and the spiritual pressure was even stronger than when the sword was flying before.

Jing Ling didn't even have time to make a sound, the extremely heavy Soul Snatcher Hook had already come out of his hand, Xie Yunyu stepped up, and the lightning and stone fire firmly caught the hook handle from below, and he was not afraid to still face the tip of his hook, and he was extremely beautiful and backhanded sideways!

Xie Yun's waist bones were folded back like a willow in the wind, his upper body was almost parallel to the ground, and the Soul Reaver Hook swirled past his eyelashes, and then with the huge power generated when he turned his wrist, the blade swept sideways towards Jing Ling on the opposite side with the power of breaking mountains and splitting seas!

Countless blood-colored mist erupted from her body in an instant, condensing into a wall of blood as crystal red in front of her, and at the same time, above her white face, nine faint light smoke floated out, merging into the wall of blood.

The wall of blood boiled instantly, like a blazing fire of infatuation, burning with all the enthusiasm and despair, bursting out with unparalleled brilliance, going against the sky!

Yin Kaiyang burst out with a long laugh, withdrew his knife and staggered back, and suddenly raised his broken arm in Shan Chao's stunned gaze!

The wind blew swiftly from all directions, converging into a dark gray vortex, surging towards the broken left arm.

The big man's complexion changed instantly, his scalp seemed to be about to explode, his eyes contracted, and a strong danger filled his body, his body retreated violently without hesitation, roared, waved his hands, and suddenly the small shield around him directly blocked it.

With a bang, the small shield blocked in front of the wooden sword, but at the moment of touching each other, it did not block the slightest, the whole body shook, and it was directly bounced away, rushing towards the big man.

The big man was shocked, but no matter how fast his speed was, it couldn't be faster than the flying sword, and in the blink of an eye, the wooden sword was close to the front, and the cold wind was blowing on his face, as if he was in an ice cave.

Mo Liunian didn't know what was going on, but he heard that the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Mo Liunian panicked in his heart, and subconsciously hugged the little half-immortal.

Xiao Banxian thought, he can't die, he is going to die, what should Mo Liunian do.

"The Heavenly Dragon Eight Formations, is it the Heavenly Dragon Eight Formations?....... Am I dazzled?" finally Liu Zhongzhou's voice sounded.

What the little half-immortal expected did not happen, he was even more surprised than the others, let go of Mo Liunian, but saw the shocked gazes of Mo Yan and the half-immortal Yao on the other side.

The little half-immortal remembered what he had just heard, the Heavenly Dragon Babu Formation.

The little half-immortal of the Tianlong Babu Formation knows that this is one of the deepest formations, which is obviously a Taoist formation, but it contains supreme Buddhist power.

The essence of this peerless secret method of the mind, its formula is only a few words, but the effect is extremely huge, and the effect is shocking to the past and the present.

It is said that it was created hundreds of years ago by a warlock who cultivated both Buddhism and Taoism in one body to achieve the ultimate realm, but what does this have to do with him.

Mo Yan muttered, "I understand, I finally understand." ”

He finally understood why he couldn't count the fate of the little half-immortal.

If it weren't for the appearance of the Eight Heavenly Dragon Protectors just now, Mo Yan would never have thought that Xiao Banxian actually had the Heavenly Dragon Eight Formations on his body.

Such a profound formation has communicated the will of heaven!

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