The body flew lightly to the edge of the cliff, and a white thing suddenly flew in front of him, Wu Qiutian instinctively grabbed the white thing, and it was silky, and it was the belt that Wu Ling took off in a hurry.

Wu Qiutian's body hung on the edge of the cliff, and the Cloud Beasts suddenly began to retreat, but Wu Qiutian was still in danger. He hung from the smooth cliff wall, clutching the belt of the witch spirit, who was half hanging from the cliff because of the force of his fall.

If it weren't for Zhou Xianru grabbing Wu Ling's feet behind, the two of them would have fallen off the cliff.

Zhou Xianru himself didn't know what was going on, all this was just his subconscious behavior.

Wu Qiutian laboriously said to Zhou Xianru above: "Brother Zhou, thank you!"

"The grace of dripping water, since the spring reciprocates, friends have difficulties and do not act, it is really unkind, I Zhou Xianru has been familiar with the sages since I was a child, and I can't be that kind of unkind and unrighteous villain. Zhou Xianru gritted his teeth and said.

This gnashing of teeth is not out of resentment, but out of exhaustion.

Everyone didn't have the leisure to think about why those cloud beasts suddenly retreated, and at this moment, the hearts of the three of them were hanging on Wu Qiutian alone.

Zhou Xianru was really embarrassed to be able to say this, at this time his face was pale, his teeth were clenched, and there was a feeling of soreness everywhere in his body, but his hands were tightly grasping Wu Ling's feet, and he refused to relax at all.

When we meet in the water, there is always a !one!book!read!novel xstxt easily, passing by, is also fate. Not to mention Wu Qiutian's life-saving grace to him, let's just say that Wu Qiutian didn't say anything about giving him a Neidan that was likely to be a mid-level demon beast, Zhou Xianru was willing to do his best to report.

The three of them were on the edge of the cliff, and there was no possibility of going up at all, because all three of them had lost their strength.

The sharp edge of the cliff made Wu Ling's lower abdomen hurt, but there was no trace of pain on her face, because she didn't want Wu Qiutian to let go of herself after seeing her look of pain.

The man in black who had been following them appeared and walked slowly, his face covered with a black veil and a pair of eyes shining coldly.

When Wu Qiutian saw that person, his heart was full of anger, it must be this person behind the ghost.

"Ji Ji, Wu Qiutian, seventeen years old, a lich disciple of the Wumen Wutang, a cowardly person, belongs to the cultivation waste of the cultivation realm. Half a year ago, he was seriously injured and near death, but he was rescued by the Heavenly Witch Ancestor, not only picked up his life, but also increased his cultivation speed sharply, and he became a young powerhouse of the eighth layer of the Heavenly Order. Into the clouds of Mengze, looking for the cloud beast, take the inner dan back to the mountain gate to resume life, today, buried in the cloud Mengze will break the soul cliff. The man in black said coldly word by word, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

Wu Ling's pupils widened, unable to turn back, and his face turned red and squeezed out two words: "It's you!"

At this point, even the simple-minded witch knew that everything was done by this person, and she wanted to cut this person with a thousand knives at the moment, but her body was generally suspended in the air and was generally on the cliff, and she couldn't do anything.

Wu Qiutian was a little desperate, if this person wanted to do it, he was afraid that all three of them would die, thinking of the ardent expectations of the master and the ancestor, and thinking of the loveliness of the witch spirit, his heart was crossed, and his hand began to break free.

The witch spirit screamed, "Don't!"

But how strong is the power of a person's fall, coupled with Wu Qiutian's intention to get rid of it, she can't continue to hold Wu Qiutian at all.

The hand was released, the person fell, and the man in black laughed wildly: "The kid is still a little self-aware, don't worry, Lao Tzu will take good care of your woman." ”

With a casual pull, Zhou Xianru and Wu Ling were pulled up the cliff, but Wu Qiutian fell directly off the cliff.

He didn't shout, he didn't speak, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he thought in his heart: Ling'er, live well. Immediately, he heard the arrogant voice of the man in black, and in an instant, in despair and anger, he began to work hard to summon the mistress.

getting along day and night, inseparable life, made him have endless attachment to her. From the silent liking at the beginning, to the ecstasy of breaking through because of a serious injury, to the two practicing together. The relationship between the two parties is no longer so simple.

has been together for a long time, and she has a deep understanding of him. He is the kind of person who can go to the trouble for those who are good to him, and he is also the kind of person who can kill people in order to take revenge on those who are not good to him.

Although there are not many strange men who have been in contact with him since childhood, his beautiful and refined face has still attracted many other disciples from inside the Wumen. However, whether it was Qi Yun who was a rich son, or some senior brothers who were called geniuses, they failed to impress her heart.

It's just him, it's only him who uses the despicable means of voyeurism to break into her world in a daze, and then is slowly accepted by her. With the rapid sublimation of their relationship, the two have reached the point where they are like glue.

With tears in his eyes, the witch spirit said angrily: "Who are you, why did you kill him!"

The man in black stepped on Zhou Xianru's chest, and Zhou Xianru, who was already relatively thin, was stunned by him. Ignoring Zhou Xianru's sunken chest and the blood gushing out of his mouth, the man in black said coldly: "It doesn't matter who I am, it doesn't matter why I kill him, the important thing is that someone wants him to die, then he must die!"

The other party's tough attitude made Wu Ling angry, such a person said such a thing, she didn't know how to refute it.

Wu Qiutian had already fallen off the cliff, and she didn't know how high the cliff was, but she knew that a little monk with only eight human steps would never be able to fall from a cliff of this height and survive.

She suddenly bit her silver teeth, and her whole body flew out, and the man in black was obviously startled by her action, and he rushed in front of the witch spirit at a speed ten times faster than the witch spirit, and he was able to block the witch spirit.

The big dark yellow hand grabbed the wrist of the witch spirit, and said in a cruel voice: "Little girl, don't think about looking for death and life, before Lao Tzu is happy enough, it will be difficult for you to die." ”

Suddenly, the man in black rolled over with his arms around the witch spirit, and slenderly dodged the two ancient books smashed behind him, and the brilliance on the ancient books gradually dissipated, and at the same time, there was also the light in the eyes of Zhou Xianru, who was holding up his body.

His pupils dilate, he has more qi coming out and less qi entering, and he is about to die.

The man in black didn't even have to think about doing anything, and in his opinion, there was really no need to waste his strength because of a dead man. What he had to do now was to make sure that Wu Qiutian was dead.

The person who explained what he did only said that he should ensure the safety of the little girl, but he didn't say that he couldn't take the little girl's body, so he became lustful after seeing the witch spirit.

When the man in black was obscene, he suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder, and when he looked down, he saw the witch spirit biting his shoulder tightly. With a hissing breath, the man in black slashed at the neck of the witch spirit with a knife in one hand, directly knocking the witch spirit unconscious.

His attention was attracted by the witch spirit, and he didn't notice that Zhou Xianru behind him had established a connection with the two ancient books, and a faint gray light communicated Zhou Xianru and the ancient books.

If the man in black found out about this scene, he would definitely not hesitate to cut off the connection between the two, but unfortunately he didn't.

Walked to the edge of the cliff and looked, the cliff was bottomless, he didn't know if Wu Qiutian had been killed, for the sake of insurance, he decided to go down to the bottom of the valley to see, if he died, he could take the head and go back to the errand, if he didn't die, he would kill Wu Qiutian.

Picking up Wu Ling, his dirty hands involuntarily stroked Wu Lingxiu's face, the smooth touch made the man in black feel comfortable, and the ugly face under the black veil showed a pleasant smile.

Suddenly, his steps froze, he almost fell, and when he looked down, Zhou Xianru on the ground miraculously woke up, his eyes were blazing, like a person who was about to die.

The black-clothed man was shocked and wanted to leave, but Zhou Xianru grabbed his ankle tightly and he stomped it, but Zhou Xianru just let go and dodged his attack.

Holding a witch spirit, the man in black moved at no previous speed, Zhou Xianru jumped up quickly, and two ancient books, one left and one right, were held in his hands: "Let go of my sister-in-law, otherwise I will make your life worse than death!"

The man in black threw the witch spirit aside like a sack, and put his hands together: "With your little ability, you dare to make a big deal in front of the master, I really don't know whether to live or die." ”

As soon as the words fell, the man in black took the lead in attacking, his palms opened and closed, mixed with a terrifying Gangfeng swept towards Zhou Xianru.

Zhou Xianru was as immobile as a mountain, and the scroll in his hand exuded light, and the light was full of heroic righteousness that could make people who had done bad things fearful.

Confucianism does not cultivate, but Confucianism cultivates the mind, so there are very few Confucian people who ascend, but Confucian people are the nemesis of all evil demons.

Because of their heroic heart, they can make all ghosts, snakes, and gods retreat.

The man in black is naturally not a person who has not done bad things, so he is still afraid of the ancient books in his hand.

However, the difference in strength between the two sides is still too big, and Zhou Xianru is at most only a third- or fourth-level cultivator of the human rank, although he has a heroic and righteous spirit, he is not the opponent of the man in black who has definitely entered the ground level.

The black-clothed man's exercises were only suppressed, and the power exerted was not as good as before it was suppressed, but even this suppressed power was enough to make Zhou Xianru die ten times or eight times.

One palm after another hit the light mask of Zhou Xianru's body, and after a few palms, the light mask broke, and Zhou Xianru flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string.

The blood had already begun to spray in the air, and he glanced at the witch spirit on the ground in despair, and said secretly: Brother Wu, I'm sorry!

The Confucian people, who knew how to repay their kindness, supported him to establish contact with the two ancient books, otherwise he would have died a long time ago. However, even with the help of ancient books, this cultivation is not his own cultivation after all, and he can only lose with hatred in the end.

The surrounding air began to become hot, and a ball of fire rose, enveloping Zhou Xianru entirely, and then a gust of hot wind blew, and the witch spirit on the ground disappeared.

Everything happened in an instant, and when the man in black realized it, the fire was gone, and he was so angry that he punched the tree next to him in frustration, and the towering tree fell in response.