Like a gentle breeze blowing on the face, like a slender jade hand caressing the cheeks. It's cold and intoxicating.

Around the eyes, in addition to the abdomen of the yin and yang ghosts, there are slender and long feet, intertwined with each other, no matter who or he is, filling all the gaps, surrounded by them, and can't help but feel stuffy.

At the beginning, there was a small sound of continuous sound, and it was the Yin and Yang ghosts that kept climbing up and piled up into a hill. Eventually, there was no sound, only silence.

Leng Xiao had palpitations, and he didn't know if the shock had receded, and he didn't see any movement from the yin and yang ghosts, and he didn't dare to act without permission. Under his feet, the same yin and yang ghost carapace, like a pine nut, a walnut, and a hard shell outside, firmly protected him.

A few steps away, the claws of an insect twitched slightly, and suddenly they turned up directly, and fell there on all fours, no longer moving. The whole carapace is no longer shiny, only a smear of gray remains, which looks so weak.

A few insects flipped up, revealing a gap, and the king worm drilled out of the gap, swam around Leng Xiao several times, and then quietly lay at Leng Xiao's feet.

Leng Xiao then raised his hand and gently pushed on the barrier formed by the Yin and Yang Ghosts, and the carapace, which seemed to be unbreakable if the heaven and earth collapsed, fell like quicksand, collapsed, and fell to the ground, densely packed.

Pick up two or three at random, the carapace is as light as a down, as thin as a cicada's wings, and before the fingertips are forced, the carapace will sink in, losing its former majestic posture.

In the outer circle, it is the most unbearable, even in the inner circle, there are very few surviving insects, dying, the carapace is gray and dim, and it seems that it will not be long before death.

Always owes his life, Leng Xiao took the pill to try it out, and the aura complemented each other, but it was useless. I could only watch as the insects everywhere moved more and more slightly, and then stopped moving.

With just a gust of wind, it devoured the lives of thousands of yin and yang ghosts, leaving behind a broken body. If it weren't for the order of the king worm, the picture would not have been so miserable at this moment. After all, the Yin and Yang ghosts live here, and they have some resistance to this evil wind, and those who have no power to resist are only Leng Xiao's ears.

The white bones are still everywhere, and a new shell has been added. He suddenly understood why he had never heard of a ghost cultivator crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, dominating the wind and clouds, and he had not yet stepped out of the Yunbarian Land, so he followed this evil wind and went to Huangquan Road.

There are lucky people who may be able to walk a few more steps with their weapons, but if they think about it, they will only walk a few more steps.

The loess under your feet may be buried with more spiritual treasures, each of which is passed down in the world and can cause a bloody storm. Such a thing, but he didn't have the slightest intention to dig it.

Knowing whether it is useful or useless, and now that it has lost its mood, let it return to the loess.

It is not slow to come, but it is faster to return. At the edge of the cloud barbarian land, a few miles away, you can hear the noise. As soon as it was close, I saw Cang Jue, Xiao Jianghua, Qianshou, Nanfeng Xun, Jiang Tai, and Shi Lingxi all there, and there were many barbarian people and disciples of Piaoxue Peak.

In an instant, Leng Xiao crossed the archway and stood in front of everyone. Seeing that a white cloth was spread on the ground, Leng Xiao's body was lying on the white cloth, and his eyes, which were originally open normally, were also closed.

Seeing this, Leng Xiao couldn't help crying and laughing, but looking at the others, his eyes widened, but it was Cang Jue who laughed three times, stepped forward and patted Leng Xiao on the shoulder, and said: "You kid, when you leave, you are happy, and you don't tell me, I will wait until you have been buried in Yunmandi, and we will discuss your funeral and where the cemetery is!"

Xiao Jianghua didn't say a word, and her eyes were vaguely red. There is still a majestic afterglow, it is such a woman who was able to support the Drifting Snow Hall alone after Leng Yeling's disappearance.

Qianshou let out a long breath and said that it would be fine to go straight. Shi Lingxi rushed to Leng Xiao's side quickly, but his gaze fell on Leng Xiao. Holding a long sword, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Don't panic. Leng Xiao said softly.

I saw that in the archway, the group of yin and yang ghosts that were imprisoned in the cloud barbarian land were swarming out at this moment, and there were countless of them. Even if thousands of people have died, they are still vast at this time.

The king insect dexterously roamed back and forth on Leng Xiao's fingertips, appearing exceptionally gentle. When the order is given, it is majestic. Leng Xiao waved his sleeves, and tens of thousands of insects lined up one after another, orderly and on standby, and everyone looked like they wanted to stare out of their eyes.

The people of the Drifting Snow Hall have seen many things in the world, and it is no longer strange. And the Cangluan people, except for Cangjue, have a simple temperament and are not highly cultivated, seeing this abnormal situation, they subconsciously took a few steps back, opened their mouths, and found it difficult to restrain themselves. Even if the swarm does not move, just standing there, the momentum can make the mediocre timid.

"From now on, this yin and yang ghost will be used by the next. ”

There are no grandiose words, only a faint sentence, but the evil wind of Fang Cai is not allowed at all. Whether it was the Cangluan clan or the disciples of Drifting Snow Peak, their eyes were respectful.

Cang Jue exclaimed: "Leng Xiao's friendly means, such a large army, even the old man is difficult to beat!"

There was no joy on Leng Xiao's face, as Cang Jue said, the power of this yin and yang ghost is rare in the world. The distracted monk has already stood proudly in the world, this little worm, born extraordinary, but trapped in the cloud barbarian land. It's like a pawn left by a predecessor. How holy should this fallen man be?

Later, Cang Jue explained that Leng Xiao realized that when the evil wind rose, the barbarian domain was shocked, and the sky and the earth changed color. And this source is the cloud barbarian land.

Everyone searched for his absence, and they knew that Leng Xiao had gone to Yunmandi, so they followed and really found Leng Xiao's body. But it was just an empty shell, and the cold spirit had already been blown away by this evil wind.

After the two sides dispersed, the snow peaked.

When a disciple saw Leng Xiao, his eyes were blazing, his expression was radiant, and he said excitedly: "Young master, with the help of this worm, my Drifting Snow Hall is like a divine help, and I will be able to kill Lin Jiuxiao's dog thief in one fell swoop!"

Leng Xiao looked at him quietly, his brows furrowed. At the beginning, he brought out the swarm, not without this idea, but after a while, the mood accumulated and calmed down.

"Dogs jump over walls, rabbits bite people, let alone distracted monks. Although this insect is powerful, after all, it is only an external force, if Lin Jiuxiao is dying and counterattacks, besides this worm, who else can stop us?"

The disciple's eyebrows were square and his face was kind, but his facial features were distorted by hatred, and his teeth were clenched. Leng Xiao has never experienced the events of the past, even if he has the identity of the young master, he will not feel it so strongly in his heart.

He pressed this person's shoulder and said, "If this worm is unreliable, who should we rely on at that time? Rely on the Holy Concubine who is a woman and has cultivated as a fall, rely on the Holy Guard who has been seriously injured and has a sick appearance, rely on the Great Elder who is no longer ambitious and has a flat blade, and rely on the Second Elder who has tiger courage but is helpless, or rely on me, the young master whose body has been destroyed and has a lot of poison in his body, or rely on you?"

The disciple's body was like a rock, motionless, but he bowed his head slightly. He has ambitions, ambitions, old hatreds, and long-term hatreds, but none of them can match the cultivation of these troubles.

What can he do in the realm of his first infancy, facing the Holy Land of Heaven and Lin Jiuxiao?

Leng Xiao said again: "Even if we kill Lin Jiuxiao and recapture the Heavenly Holy Land, the Five Domains are surging, and it will be even more difficult to protect it." The birds that come out are always sniped by hunters. Hide in the shadows, accumulate strength, and when the time is ripe, strike the final blow. ”

"Leng asked you, would you rather be the first bird or the hunter?"

"The disciple is willing to be a hunter and hunt all the birds and beasts in the world! Thank you young bishop for your teaching!" He suddenly knelt on the ground, clenched his fists and stared at his eyebrows, and the sharp edge in his eyes was suddenly constricted, like a sword hiding a blade.

Leng Xiao put his hands behind his back and asked, "What's your name?"

"Thanks to the young master, disciple Xi Chuan!"

"Xi Chuan. Leng Xiao muttered these two words softly. When the Drifting Snow Hall was born, he had just been born, and the person who was respectful in front of him had also passed the year of his establishment, and he ran away without confusion.

The years have never been forgiving.

For a man, he may be a man in a lifetime, or he may be proud of the world. What I want in my heart, one is love, the other is the country, and there are few people who can put aside the seven emotions and six desires. Even if you are a disciple of Buddhism and Taoism, you will inevitably have confusion and selfish thoughts.

Leng Xiao raised his eyes alone and looked at the distant moon. The old man is dead, and his love is empty, does he also put all his thoughts on the country? I vaguely remember that once upon a time, he personally said that he did not admire the country, but why did he say that to Xi Chuan just now, he was calm on the surface, but there were waves in his heart?

Standing proudly on the clouds, you can see the mountains under the sky.

How wonderful.

The night is deep, as if you close your eyes, you can't see the heavens and the earth, and you can't see your heart.

The next day, he repatriated tens of thousands of Yin Yang Ghosts back to Yunmandi, only taking away the king worm. It is true that there are too many variables in external objects, and such things that cannot be opened by wisdom can be said to be easy to control, but they can be said to be difficult to control. The easiest way to do this is to make the king worm grow to a point where other worms are powerless to fight it.

Leave the Savage Domain and ride the clouds. Shi Lingxi sat on the clouds, cultivating by himself, because of his diligence, he has now entered the cultivation of qi.

"Lingxi, as a teacher, I don't use the different paths of shemales as an excuse, after all, I want to go to the opposite side with Ling Zun. At that time, don't blame the teacher. If one day, when the sword falls, please stab at the teacher. ”

Shi Lingxi opened his eyes and didn't say a word, just stood quietly beside Leng Xiao. The distant mountains are hazy, light clouds and mist, ethereal like a dream.

"Master, the disciple wants to go back to when he was a child, my mother will still blink, my father will smile, and you are still Uncle Xiao. ”

"In another ten years, the teacher will be Uncle Xiao. ”

She suddenly smiled, very clear and lighthearted.

After a few months, Shi Lingxi rushed to a small village with Leng Xiao, and the village was full of ordinary people, ordinary things, nothing unusual, but it made her linger.

On the back mountain, the jacket danced with her. She said, "This is the third place that the disciples love. ”

Leng Xiao didn't respond to him, but walked to a tombstone and sat there gently. The fruit offered at the grave had dried up and lost its moisture, and the steamed buns were as cold and hard as stones.

He raised his hand and gently brushed away a few strands of spider silk and rubbed his hands, only to realize that he had not brought some food with him. Like the wind departed, leaving behind a few pieces of mortal gold and silver, and like the wind returned, offering some fresh fruit.

Shi Lingxi came to his side and looked at the crude words on the tombstone.

Leng Xiao's fingertips lightly swiped over the tombstone and said, "Lingxi, I've come to see Shiniang." ”