Time, rewind to the number of breaths...

The conversation between the old woman and the ninth old man went further...

Mo Xian was about to run out of strength, and the thunder and lightning barrier turned by the Zhenshan River was almost completely shattered, and he saw that the mosquito tide was about to break through the wall at the moment before.

At this moment, Xia Xun, who was under the mosquito tide, finally spoke.

It's still so calm, unflustered, and only nine words...

"Explosive aura, southeast seven, clouds and moons. ”

For these nine words, Mo Xian seems to have been waiting for a long, long time.

Just like the extreme expansion under high pressure, the current three words were blurted out by Xia Xun, and he couldn't wait to use an angry roar to burst his last patience.

The roar was like thunder, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

With a shake of his right hand, he pushed the three-foot Qingfeng into the ground violently!

Qingfeng escaped to the ground, and there was another explosion, and the surrounding thunder field was bombed in vain! The last breath of sword qi stored in the aura formed a wave of qi with the explosion, and instantly pushed out the mosquito tide that was surrounded dozens of zhang away. Without thinking about it, taking advantage of the gap when the mosquito tide was blocked, Mo Xian did not hesitate to stop his waist again and grab Xia Xun, kicking the ground with his left foot and stepping with his right foot, overdrawing the last trace of strength in his body, and jumped out.

The mosquito tide in the southeast direction crashed into it!

Soon.

Mo Xian's speed is really fast...

So fast that even he didn't know why he did it, why he rushed into the mosquito pile to find death without thinking about it at all. Perhaps, this is trust. Just like the three thousand sword battles on the Pure Yang View that day, in the absolute disadvantage, his trust in Xia Xun has formed a dependence. When any sword order is issued, his emotions reflexively choose to execute first, rather than thinking and judging. Therefore, after Mo Xian used all his strength to complete Xia Xun's instructions, the thoughts in his mind really opened up to consider life and death with the arrival of darkness.

However, it seems to be too late...

Mo Xian is completely out of strength.

Going to die?

In the last moment, time and speed seemed to slow down little by little. In the speed of flying, in the black and red world, Mo Xian seemed to be able to clearly see every corpse mosquito that crossed in front of him. Their hideous faces, bloodthirsty eyes, and sharp claws could no longer continue to hook Mo Xian's fighting intent. Because, the three-foot Qingfeng was already behind him, and he was too tired to muster the strength to struggle to continue the battle with death.

The human sword exploded in one, and a silver mang shuttled through the green shirt, which was the last two sword moves he could use for Xia Xun. Since then, he has ceased to exist.

The wind was whistling in his ears, the mosquitoes were also croaking in his ears, and the inertia produced by the powerful momentum slammed Mo Xian's body from mid-air to the ground, bounced up and fell again. Tumbling all the way, finally hitting the rhizome of a locust tree, then falling...

"Da... Da Da..."

The sludge stained the black tight clothes, and the yellow, black, and gray were all mixed into one color, even when he was seriously injured in Di Jiang's hands some time ago, he had never been so embarrassed, so embarrassed that he couldn't even lift his hands to wipe off the stains. He was so tired, so tired that he was like a corpse that still had some sense, paralyzed in the sticky mud, and he didn't want to move again. The detachment faded his consciousness, and his vision gradually blurred, and in the blur, he could still see a dense mass of corpse mosquitoes swarming towards him, biting his head and body. Not far away, a green shirt was wrapped in a mosquito tide, and it was frantically rushing towards the depths of the mosquito swarm.

What does he want to do?

Looking...

Thinking...

Mo Xian's tired eyelids closed weakly, feeling the pain of flesh being separated by endless corpse mosquitoes in the real darkness.

Correct...

The pain has not ended, but the world has been quiet first.

Gradually, he became silent at all, even the frequency of the mosquito's flapping wings became muffled, and the corpse mosquito that bit him gradually stopped moving and was no longer manic.

A breath...

Two breaths...

Three breaths...

Four...

Five...

......

I don't know how long it took, but the death that Mo Xian was waiting for did not appear. In the extreme silence, he almost mistakenly thought he was dead. However, a familiar and rapid voice kept echoing in his ears...

kept reminding him that he was still alive.

"Senior brother, wake up. ”

"Senior brother, open your eyes. ”

"Senior brother..."

Disturbing dreams is the most uncomfortable.

The tired eyes finally reopened with a tenacious will.

The world in front of him is still the same world, and the mosquito tide is still dense in the field of vision, but Mo Xian always feels that this world has become less real.

Why, didn't you die?

Why, those corpse mosquitoes don't attack?

Why...

"Senior brother, hurry up and hold on for a while. ”

"Senior brother..."

The shouts in the distance grew louder.

It's like the nectar of a long drought, and extreme curiosity forcibly suppresses sleepiness. Sloppy is also casual, in the dirty mud, Mo Xian slowly opened his eyelids, and then moved his head with difficulty, stiffened his jaw and raised his head, following the source of the shout, trembling and looking...

"Senior brother, can you still go?"

It's Xia Xun...

Although his red and swollen face can no longer see his original appearance at all, the green shirt is still the same green shirt, although the green shirt is also covered with mud, but compared to Mo Xian, he is very energetic. The corpse mosquito did not attack him, he stood in the middle of the mosquito tide more than ten feet away, his swollen hands tightly hugged a black ball the size of a human head, and his abscess lips showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, but he smiled brightly, like the pride of a general returning from a victorious battle.

What the hell is going on?

What exactly did he do?

So what is the black ball?

......

Although there are countless mysteries in his heart, looking at Xia Xun's funny appearance and the mosquito tide hovering in the air without movement, Mo Xian can at least be sure that Xia Xun seems to have turned decay into magic again. As for how Xia Xun did it, Mo Xian might be able to guess some signs, but he didn't think too much about it. He struggled to flip his body out of the mud, and then stood up tremblingly with one hand on the muddy ground and the other on the trunk of the locust tree next to him. Gritting his teeth, he said a word.

"Yes..."

One word can be said decisively, but there is not much confidence.

Xia Xun in the distance hugged the thing in his arms tightly and said worriedly: "Uh... Brother, I can't help you. Why don't you rest a little longer?"

"No problem. ”

"Uh..."

"Let's go. ”

Mo Xian is like a sword, even if it falls, it is hard and straight, and it will never be soft.

All mysteries are sealed off in the unknown.

The abrupt turn is so unreal and unnatural.

The two backs, one in front of the other, did not support but relied on each other, in the dense mosquito tide, gradually going away. The path they walked, the corpse mosquitoes in front of them all retreated on their own, vacating the gap for people to pass, as if they were greeting an emperor, letting the two of them leave...

Such a strange scene is happening right now.

This can make the four old men who are 700 feet away from the mosquito tide look stupid. The extremely abrupt plot change makes people who don't know the truth completely uninteresting. The situation reversed in an instant makes people eager to know what happened at the moment when they were hidden in the mosquito tide...

"It's... What's going on?"

"Ahem, why is it suddenly like this?"

"Why didn't the mosquito tide attack?"

"Could it be that kid still magical?"

“......”

Suspicious, it is difficult to be confident.

But it's no wonder that they are so panicked, after all, this turn of events is so bizarre that even the authorities' Mo Xian actually didn't know anything about it after he got out of the mosquito tide safely.

"He caught the variables..."

The hunchbacked old man was the first to calm down his surprise and remembered what the old woman had said not long ago. In the dark, it seems to see something.

"Senior sister. ”

"Huh?"

"What Eve has in her hand is what you call variables?"

"Yes. The old woman nodded in acknowledgement.

"Is it the mosquito queen?"

"Yes. ”

The speculation was confirmed, but the hunchbacked old man still couldn't figure it out. Then he asked, "How did he do it?"

"Consciousness, learning, patience, and trade-offs are all indispensable. ”

The words are vague, and the words are fine.

The old woman put the compass in her hand back into her arms, looked at the two figures that gradually blurred away, and then explained and said: "The mound mosquito is a peculiar species, like all bees, a special female is responsible for the reproduction of the entire population, it is the mosquito queen, has the supreme right to life, extremely greedy and bloodthirsty, and has a certain wisdom. Therefore, most of the blood found by all the corpse mosquitoes in the group will eventually fall into its mouth and become nutrients for the next generation. More often, in order to get the most vigorous and fresh blood, the mosquito queen will not hesitate to sacrifice the lives of a large number of clansmen to actively hunt some large and ferocious beasts to maintain their own reproductive needs. During this hunt, it will hide itself very carefully in the outermost mosquito swarm, until the prey dies, and then he will go to the front line to devour the corpse under the heavy protection of the corpse mosquito swarm, extremely cautious and timid.

And Xia Xun is also using these two characteristics to make a layout.

Tiptoeing into the abdomen of the mosquito tide month by month, it is conducive to the gathering of corpse mosquitoes in the final stage and the detection of his divine sense. Knowing that they are invincible, they still have to spend their physical energy to kill the Quartet, in order to send a message to the mosquito queen--- these two people are full of blood and are rare prey. Thus stimulating the greedy nature of the mosquito queen. In the middle of the battle, not retreating or advancing to defend the mountains and rivers of the town is to lay the beginning for the illusion of defeat in the future. And as the defeat appeared, the Zhenshan River gradually fell apart, and the corpse mosquitoes, who smelled the smell of victory, couldn't wait to tighten the front from the outside in and carry out a strong attack. At this time, Xia Xun's divine sense should have determined the location of the mosquito queen. But he didn't choose to make a move, because at this time, the vigilance of the mosquito queen was still very high, and he was not 100% sure. Therefore, he discarded Mo Xian's combat power, and used Mo Xian's exhaustion as a bait to trick the mosquito queen into thinking that the enemy had lost the ability to fight, so that its greed could further devour its prudence. It wasn't until the last node of the battle that Mo Xian was overdrawn and the mosquito queen was defenseless, so he let Mo Xian take him to raid and control the mosquito queen with one blow. With mosquitoes in hand, it is equivalent to holding the lifeblood of the entire corpse mosquito population, and they do not dare to act rashly. That's what he's ultimately aiming for. ”

“......”

A detailed analysis of the turnaround, almost every detail of the battle situation was analyzed in just a few words. The four old men's attainments in wisdom and resourcefulness were obviously not comparable to the old women, and they were all stunned when they heard it. So much so that after a long time of retrospect, it is difficult for them to sort out a complete line of thought from the interlocking plots.

"No last resort?"

"Genius..."

“......”

Looking at the stunned state of the four old men who knew it but didn't know why, the old woman smiled noncommittally: "There is no doubt that he is a genius, but it is not a last resort, he is still careless." ”

"Huh? ahem..."

When the nine old men heard this, they were quite surprised.

He knows very well the power of those corpse mosquitoes.

Because a few days ago, he and the six old men went deep into the canyon once, and the encounter can be imagined, the killing is inexhaustible, and there is no way to escape, and the pus that the two of them were bitten was also the day before yesterday. However, Xia Xun, such an out-of-body child, only relied on a single head to make up for a few strategic layouts, and he made up for the huge gap in strength, and the extent of what he did was far better than that between him and the Seventh Old Man. is so close to the wisdom of demons, even if the ghost plot was only like this back then. But such a genius, the old woman still said that he was careless, which is incomprehensible.

"What did he miss?" asked the Ninth Old Man.

"Mo Xian's physical fitness. ”

didn't make much detours, and the old woman went straight to the point and said directly: "The last skill is moon by month, but the fire is in place but it is out of proportion." Mo Xian's physical limit at that time could only take him out of more than 90 zhang, but he was still more than 10 zhang away from the location of the mosquito queen. Therefore, he had to walk on his own feet for the rest of the journey, and he was inevitably bitten and injured. ”

"Oops..."

I thought it would be a big leak, but I didn't think it was just such a trivial matter. The ninth old man waved his hand disappreciably and smiled: "Senior sister, you are too serious." Victory or defeat is the key to life and death, and what kind of leak is the smallest detail?"

The old woman disagreed with this and shook her head: "Those who have achieved great things can be informal." But those who seek great things must be detained. If the enemy they encounter today is not mosquitoes, but swords and guns, their lives will be in danger. Well, don't talk about that..."

The words are measured, and the point is up to the end.

The old woman seemed unwilling to delve into this point any further, she rolled up her sleeves, looked at the second old man and the seventh old man, and ordered: "You two go outside to hunt some wild things, and let Mo'er send them in later." I guess they won't be able to walk today, and they will spend the night in the woods, and tomorrow will inevitably be a tough battle. ”

"Won't we just expose it?"

"We've been exposed a long time ago, right?"

“......”