Banxian Yao asked, "What's wrong with Sister Jiang?"

Everyone walked out of the range of the altar, and the little half-immortal put Jiang Xiyan down and said, "I was hurt by the saliva of the saliva." ”

Banxian Yao's expression withered in an instant, she had also thought about whether Wu Hao was involved in this robbery, but she didn't dare to think deeply every time, and every time she thought about it, she would feel distressed.

Banxian Yao bit her lower lip, found the ointment from the ruins, and carefully applied it to Jiang Xiyan, although Jiang Xiyan was in a coma, she still snorted in pain, the soul injury was the most painful, Jiang Xiyan was injured before, she didn't say a word, and now she showed a trace of weakness in the coma, and the little half-immortal was also very emotional when she saw it, Jiang Xiyan was the one with the strongest ambition among the four of them since he was a child.

Bandaging Jiang Xiyan's hand, Banxian Yao asked Xiao Banxian, "What about others?"

Xiao Banxian said: "Xiyan also injured the Bird, and the Birdfish is now his natal bird, and he also suffered a backlash and fled." ”

Banxian Yao lowered her head and said nothing, Mo Liunian held her hand, Banxian Yao raised her head and smiled at her, but this smile was more ugly than crying.

Although she is now opposite to Wu Hao, who has torn her face, Ban Xian Yao still can't help but worry when she hears that he is injured, she hates herself like this.

The little half-immortal asked, "How could you be robbed?"

Half Immortal Yao said: "We have fallen for the trick of the people in the Phantom Gate. ”

Xiao Banxian asked: "I can hide it from you, I am definitely not an idle person." ”

Banxian Yao said: "That person turned into the appearance of Sister Jiang, and we will be on the road, and when we wake up, we will already be in that cave." ”

Wujian also asked, "Brother, how did you know that there was a cave there?"

Xiao Banxian said: "The original owner of the wooden house was a friend of my grandfather, I went into that cave once, it turned out that I didn't know why the old man was staying here, and now I finally know that he is the guardian of the ancient realm." ”

Wujian asked, "Then where did the old man go?"

The little half-immortal shook his head, this is also what he wants to know, "I don't know, I just hope he is still alive." ”

In the battle they fought outside, three of the five dead died, and the other party also suffered heavy losses, the little half-immortal suddenly remembered what Mo Yan said, there would be a glimmer of life to the east, the cave was in the east, and the little half-immortal took Jiang Xiyan to hide in the cave, the cave was already empty, and there was no trace of Mo Liunian and them.

Jiang Xiyan's soul injury finally attacked, and the whole person was groggy, and the little half-immortal fed her a pill.

At this moment, there was a change in the mixed yuan bead in the danding, the little half-immortal took out the mixed yuan bead, both beads emitted a faint light, and there was Mo Liunian's voice on the white bead, seeing Mo Liunian, he thought about it and shouted her name, Mo Liunian also seemed to feel something.

The little half-immortal was surprised and delighted, and this is what happened later.

The little half-immortal handed the purple bead to Mo Liunian, "Lost the transmission note?"

Mo Liunian nodded, and the little half-immortal said: "Then you put away this bead, and I can find you in the future." ”

Mo Liunian took the purple bead very calmly, Banxian Yao's eyes moved, she had also heard the legend of the mixed yuan bead, she looked at Jiang Xiyan in a coma, and thought to herself that it was okay that Sister Jiang had no intention of the eldest brother.

This time, as soon as she held the purple bead, the purple bead disappeared as soon as the light was in full bloom, Mo Liunian was surprised, and the little half-immortal said: "You try to make it appear." ”

In the crystal cave on the sea of ruins, there is a white seashell floating, the seashell is covered with blood spells, and Xiao Yao lies silently in the center of the spell. The abundant water aura gathered around her, like a blue light smoke lingering and flowing, making her look extremely unreal.

The air in the cold, silent room weighed on his head and shoulders, and he looked back into the room, where only his enlarged shadow on the wall moved, and there was no sound vibrating the air except for the sound of rat fights on the roof. The fire in the fire bowl was also extinguished, sitting in the house, feeling uncomfortable, he gently opened the door, dragged the grass shoes, and walked down the yard.

At this time, the dense clouds almost completely covered the entire sky. There was barely a gap on either side, illuminating the dim light of dusk. The surface of the water was covered with a dark color, as if a dark cloud was about to meet with the heavy fog in the sky. Even the shadow of the night is gone. Neither the sensing power of sound nor light reaches people's ears. The silence grew as deep as the darkness.

I believe in the saying, "Every sleep is a death, and when we wake up, we are a new life." "In the heavy breath, we have escaped into darkness, and our life, in the quiet moment of all things, follows the pine waves of the distant mountains, surging and pure.

He felt that it must be a very important thing. I couldn't help but approach the shrine and wanted to take a closer look at the face of the goddess. At this moment, someone suddenly bumped into him. A monk who had been standing behind him, as if he wanted to see the statue, suddenly fell silently. The monks in the shrine are on guard,

At this time, the sky opened late, and there was a thick fog behind me, and when I reached the mountainside, I couldn't figure out where the village was when I turned around. It seems that this fog is locked to the naked eye, deliberately blinding the dependence on the mortal world, asking people to rely on nothing to rely on, and to restore the chaos of the seven tricks, so that the beauty can be brought to the eyes.

Nobody goes there, and no one even wants to go. Even so, I would like to use a kind of flight through time and space to escape from this world, enter that landscape, and go to a place where no one else has ever been. I will wait empty for what I don't know but have been waiting for, and in the end, nothing will happen, only the night will slowly fall, and everything will gradually be dyed with the darkest color of the clouds, and disappear little by little under the silence of the sky.

The dark shadow of dusk, solemn, floated over the streets of Hunhe Village. The light of day, as if driven away, disappeared from all the spaces of heaven and earth. Everything from the tall mountains, the woods, and the houses, to the dead grass by the ditch and the bricks, tiles, and stones in the courtyards...... They all fell into a complete hazy darkness, wooden, as if waiting for something, slowly disappearing their original colors, shapes, and contours. The shadows gradually blurred a little, and the farther ones lost their existence first... In this way, after a while, at last, the darkness that grew thicker and thicker, finally swallowed up everything that was heard nearby.

The hall was quiet, as if it had been forgotten by time, silently independent of the world. It was obviously a rich and ruthless palace, but at this time, it was like a warm shell that wrapped the little Shangguan Mingde huddled inside, dark but safe.

The black robe was blown by the wind, and the terracotta old man smiled: "I finally forced you out." I have an account to settle with you. He flew into the air, the two infant monks looked at each other in the air, the coercion in the space was pervasive, the clouds changed, and slowly, a yellow light appeared around the terracotta old road, opposite to the dark red black light of the ghost, the coercion around these two people had made it difficult for all the decent demon cultivators to move, and they could only stare at each other.

Yi Nian frowned, lying in the clean hut, still surrounded by the dark soul in his dream, Chu Wuchen and Ling Xichen fought hard, but they still couldn't stop more and more souls. They were drowned in their souls, and she searched, and searched, and searched, and searched, but she couldn't find the shadow of the two. When she turned around, she saw that they were being dragged into the deep pool by the spirits, leaving her standing still, unable to move, unable to scream in her throat......

Wei Wuxian pondered, most of them were Soul Eaters, not Soul Eaters. Although the two are one word different, they are completely different things. The demon is a ghost, and the beast is a demon beast. In his opinion, it may have been a landslide that shook the ancient tomb, and the heavenly thunder split the coffin, releasing the old man who rested in it. Whether it is or not, let him see what kind of coffin it is and whether there is any seal left. But the townspeople of Fojiao Town must have buried the charred coffin a long time ago, and the bones were re-gathered into the ground, and there must not be many traces left.

All the monks around, their breathing also exploded more and more with Zhou Xinqi's repeated attempts, but in the end, they were silent again. Because of this scene, the things represented were so terrible that they couldn't imagine how many medicinal herbs the person who drew the turtle had intact, so that Zhou Xinqi could never surpass it.

I glanced at the small ancestral hall at the end of the atrium, and there was already a pentagram on it—it was a Qingming bellflower talisman belonging to the Onmyoji, and between the gaps in the spiritual power of the charm, there was a faint aura oozing out that humans could not see, and gradually transformed into the shape of a white dog's head.

A golden light suddenly rushed down from the sky, hitting the center of her brow. Lian in the sea of knowledge opened her eyes. He was ejected from Koharu's sea of knowledge, and the space ban blocked him, and he floated in mid-air, frowning at the world. Qinglian Yu really recognized the master, and the space was only seen by this little abbot, and he couldn't see the scene outside the prohibition.

I saw him fly up suddenly, in the air, and threw the night pearl in his palm, a little on his tiptoes, and borrowed the power of about a feather, and then spun, and retreated to the stone behind him dangerously, grabbed Zhou Fei's shoulder, and pushed her back...... Didn't pull. Zhou Fei has been scolded by Li Jinrong since she knew how to hold chopsticks, and her basic skills can be described as quite solid, not to mention that she is nervous, even if she stands in a daze, it is impossible for someone to move lightly.

At the bottom of the mansion where the Luo Chen family is located, there is a huge underground palace, and there is a blood lake here, and there are countless bones soaked in the blood lake. There is a formation shining around, and countless clansmen of the Luo Chen family are kneeling around one by one, men and women, old and young, densely packed, where every clansman kneels, is a node of this formation.

A bright moon embraced the flowing clouds, and a hazy mist filled the garden, and only the shadows of the flowers printed on the ground could be slightly separated from black and white.

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