In the dead of night, the wind in early spring is still cold and biting, and on the top of the fairy peak, Yan Linglong stands alone.

A bamboo flute, a song of phoenixes, the sound of the flute is astringent, like a melodious turn, drifting into every house in the fairy city with the wind.

A fiery red figure stood by the window, his eyes flowing, looking at the dark night sky, thinking about a thousand things, suddenly, the faint sound of the flute floated, and the slightly wrinkled Emei of the blood Qianxun gradually stretched out, jumped out of the window, and went away against the wind, like a fairy in the nine heavens, extraordinary and elegant.

The window of the other room opened slightly, and a person with a robe covering his head and face slowly floated out, it was the blood slave Wu Shiren, and the blood slave said to the void behind him: "Let's follow her!"

Seeing a red flame floating in the distance, Yan Linglong forgot to play half of the song for a while, put down the bamboo flute in her hand, and quietly looked at the woman standing in the air in front of her.

Blood Chihiro also looked at the man in front of him silently, and the two stared at it like this for a long time, and finally, Blood Chihiro broke the silence: "What's the matter with calling me?"

"Chaos Beast!" Yan Linglong replied short and direct.

The blood slave hiding in the distance heard the three words of the Chaos Beast, and his eyes suddenly became extremely fanatical, because the three Venerables of the Demon King Hall had an order, and those who provided clues to the four ancient fierce beasts would be rewarded once verified.

Blood Chihiro slowly fell, and she didn't show too much excitement, but said lightly: "I knew you wouldn't look for me for no reason." "There was loneliness in his eyes.

"Good and evil are not mutually exclusive!" Yan Linglong said coldly.

"Okay! Good is not a good and evil thing!" "Blood Qianxun looked angry in his eyes.

Suddenly, Yan Linglong lowered her voice, and the two of them whispered, like a young couple whispering, which made Wu Shiren eavesdropping in the distance.

"You, are you leaving?" asked Blood Chihiro lightly.

"Are you okay?"

"Your song is not over yet, play another song for me, okay?"

The sound of the flute is long, the sound of the piano is loud, and the ensemble of the piano and flute is played a hundred times and thousands of times.

Blood Qianhiro silently looked at the back of the departing sky, a tear dripped down the strings, and Fu Xiqin let out a wail.

The sound of the flute is astringent, and the piano is clanging

Lovesick tears, no love

It's hard to get together without a chance

Hearts hate reunions

Behind an ancient pine not far away, a white shadow walked out slowly, looked at the blood Chihiro crying in the distance, and looked up at the man who was desperately gone in the sky, lowered his head and fell silently into deep thought.

In the lock demon array, the people of the four factions fought bloodily, and the rolling blood mist drifted in, but everyone ignored it, just as if it didn't exist, they fought hard.

Ghost claws kept popping up on the ground, and ghost claws struggled to hold the ground, and one after another shriveled souls broke out of the ground, screaming and screaming at everyone, and countless souls surrounded everyone tightly.

The two monks of Fa Xian and Fa Zhi sat cross-legged, bowed their heads and silently recited the Prajna Heart Sutra, and everyone tightly protected the two of them in public, slashing wave after wave of crazy souls rushing up, seeing that the circle was getting smaller and smaller.

At this moment, a buzzing sound sounded, and I saw the golden light behind everyone shining brightly, quickly spreading to the surroundings, and everywhere they passed, the souls stopped wailing, and stood quietly in place, their demeanor changed from tyrannical to serene.

Looking at the two monks at this time, it is like the Buddha descending into the world, the law is **, even the little monk of Fazhi has swept away the cute demon king of the past, the majesty can not be looked at directly, and there are bursts of Sanskrit sound in the air.

Suddenly, countless souls began to slowly dissipate, the breeze blew, and green smoke floated up, and there was no longer a shadow of a soul, and they were all reincarnated by the two monks.

The second monk stood up and proclaimed loudly: "Amitabha!"

When everyone was still immersed in the ethereal Sanskrit sound, suddenly a wail came, and everyone came to their senses, only to see that a disciple of the Open Heaven Temple had been firmly bound by a ghost willow, and the ghost willow in the distance was as if it was alive, dancing wildly with dead branches, and the strange infinite extension of the dead branches rolled towards everyone.

Shangguan brothers and sisters rose into the air, as agile as swifts, flying up and down, dodging all the wilted branches that were waving, accompanied by the sound of the brothers and sisters, the ghost willows fell one after another, all of them were broken by the roots, Zhang Banxian said, the ghost willow branches are invulnerable, only the roots, is the most vulnerable, a puddle of red liquid flowed out from the fracture, and suddenly the entire lakeside was filled with a pungent fishy smell.

Perhaps this fishy smell has a special temptation, and a group of blood-red bats suddenly appeared in the sky, covering the sky and the sun, they seemed to be stimulated by the fishy smell, and they appeared even more crazy, and they all opened their huge mouths several times larger than their own bodies, revealing their white teeth, pouring down like a wave.

Everyone firmly protected the physically exhausted Shangguan brothers and sisters in the middle, Yan Linglong rose into the air, Zhu Xian surrounded him in the middle, and flew at great speed, and everyone who struggled to slash only felt that a coercion that shook the heavens and the earth surged out from the face paper to make Yan Linglong, who was standing in the air, rush out wildly.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!" Zhu Xian suddenly stopped, levitating above Yan Linglong's head, splitting into two and two into four, just for a moment, the entire sky was covered with radiant small stone swords, boom!

Countless immortals flew all over the sky, and one after another bloodthirsty red bats were instantly pierced, and then burst open, and everyone on the ground only felt that there seemed to be a blood rain between heaven and earth, and the blood rain was also mixed with the stumps of bloodthirsty red bats.

The monkey six ears threw out the Kunlun mirror, a layer of light mask covered everyone in it, and the stump of the red bat fell on the light mask, and the pulley was aside.

Thousands of small swords quickly became one, turned into the body of Zhu Immortal, and slowly fell into Yan Linglong's hands, and heaven and earth regained their light again.

Yan Linglong landed slowly, slumped on the ground, gasping for breath, Leng Lingxi, Bai Ling'er rushed to see this, and both supported Yan Linglong.

"Brother Xiaolong!"

"Senior Brother Yan!"

On the mountain in the distance, the blood Qianxun's eyes flowed with worry, but it was fleeting, she sat lightly on the ground, stroked the Fuxi qin, and the sound of the qin turned into bursts of sound waves, shooting into the surface of the fairy lake.

Yan Linglong looked up, and a red figure on the opposite hill sat on the piano, and his face couldn't help but show worry.

"Boom!" a roar resounded through the valley, and a huge whirlpool appeared on the surface of the lake, boom!

A black shadow rose from the water, although the fog dispersed, but the behemoth covered the sun again, and the valley fell into darkness again, but for a moment, the black shadow fell behind everyone, and did not pay attention to everyone, just looked at the top of the mountain stupidly, and the valley returned to light.

Only then did everyone see the thing, and its body was round, the size of half a hill, and there was only a huge mouth on its head, and a mouth full of fangs.

Everyone was stunned for a while, but they forgot about the rubble splashed on the ground in chaos, "Ah!" A coquettish cry came out, Yan Linglong looked at Bai Ling'er beside her, only to see her covering her arms and frowning slightly.

"Little bell, are you okay?" Yan Linglong was anxious for a while, and the name she called when she was a child came out casually.

Bai Ling'er forgot about the pain and looked at Yan Linglong blankly: "Brother Xiaolong! You are Brother Xiaolong!" I saw her tears burst out of her eyes and threw herself into Yan Linglong's arms.

And they all forgot Zhang Banxian's advice, Bai Ling'er must not see blood, a drop of red, dripping silently along Bai Ling'er's fingertips, instantly submerged into the soil.