A crack cracked in the canopy silently, and a man and a woman fell from the sky. The two of them were holding dust whisks in their hands, wearing Taoist robes, and there was still some panic in their eyes.

"It's not good, Wushan suddenly changed for some reason, you and I should have been caught up in this Xuanmen Realm!" The male Taoist priest had a delicate face and a slightly pale face, looking a little more scared than the delicate woman beside him.

The female Taoist priest said in a trembling voice: "Senior brother, don't panic, the aura is draining rapidly, you and I hurry up and find a place to hide!"

She knew very well in her heart that once the aura was exhausted, even if the two of them had great ability, they would not be able to help the army of thousands of Facelings.

After breaking through the clouds, the male Taoist priest was slightly stunned, and suddenly pointed to the distance and said: "Senior sister, something has really happened in the Xuanmian Realm, you and I are in a hurry, this Wushan is really not the right time!"

The female Taoist priest looked vigilant, and her fingers pinched the dust: "There may not be such a war in the Xuanmian Realm for hundreds of years, no wonder it can affect Wushan." ”

Her eyes couldn't help but fall on a figure, a little stunned: "He...... Why do you look like a normal person?"

Leng Xiao's hat was blown away by the wind, and his long hair danced wildly in the wind. Under the faceless crowd, it is like entering a no-man's land. An indigo long sword in his hand was already across the neck of the Faceless Female Monarch.

"This person is stupid, I don't know what sect he comes from, with such cultivation, I don't know how much gray qi he has refined, but I don't know that it will only make him die in vain. Even if he kills the female monarch, it's just an insignificant plaything. In Xuanmian-kun's eyes, he was just an interesting mouse. The male Taoist snorted coldly and sneered at Leng Xiao.

Their eyes fell on the cloaked woman almost at the same time, because as they fell, the cloaked woman also glanced at them extremely quickly, even if it was just a glance, but their faces changed drastically, and their breathing almost froze, almost thinking that they were dead.

In just an instant, the two of them broke out in a cold sweat, and the robes were tightly pressed against their backs.

"Xuanmian-kun!"

I saw that the figure of the woman in the cloak disappeared suddenly, flashed from the stone bridge, and when she reappeared, she was already standing in front of Leng Xiao, and her two thin fingers fluttered on the blade of the horned sword, like a fine iron rock, no matter how hard Leng Xiao tried, she didn't move at all.

Leng Xiao suddenly snorted, and used all his cultivation to suppress a sword, and the sword qi shot out, and it dissipated lightly. The cloak woman always stared at Leng Xiao with a strange smile, and this smile gradually became hideous and eerie, like a forest worm staring at its prey, spitting out scarlet-haired and black letters.

"You almost broke the toys I love. However, it was also at this moment that I suddenly liked you a little. Stay and be my toy. ”

She stabbed every word into Leng Xiao's heart, as if some kind of hint made him subconsciously agree.

Leng Xiao's eyes widened, his eyeballs were bloodshot, his breathing was short, and he struggled to maintain his senses. The cloaked woman could have killed him when he lost his mind, but she didn't, but smiled with interest.

She seems to really think of Leng Xiao as a fun new toy.

The Faceless Lady Monarch ignored Leng Xiao, as if she couldn't see Leng Xiao, and kept giving orders, her eyes only staying on Qiu Yansheng.

She walked in the palanquin, walking hurriedly, stepping on the severed arm of a praying mantisman, not noticing a pair of earnest and sincere eyes, and never even glancing at the owner of these eyes.

couldn't count on Qiu Yansheng to save himself, Leng Xiao knew in his heart that Qiu Yansheng's situation at this time was not much better than him.

"Senior brother, I can't hold it anymore, this old lady is so powerful, come and help me!" Qiu Yansheng hissed.

Leng Xiao said lightly: "If you are willing to take the time to come and see me, you should know that I can't save you." The one I'm facing is a thousand times stronger than yours, if you're not satisfied, why don't we change them?"

As he spoke, Leng Xiao had already abandoned his sword and left.

Qiu Yansheng originally had no demeanor to speak of, and at this time he scolded loudly: "This thief, you and my brother have gone through so many disasters, it is difficult to die here, this is unwilling!"

Life or death is a matter of little significance. The reason why people are human beings is that they have seven emotions and six desires, have relatives and friends, and have care, so that when they die, they will not be so calm.

However, many things are difficult to change after all, otherwise, there will not be a sentence that says that the heart is more than enough and the power is insufficient. If this is the case, my heart is even more unwilling.

Among the mages, there were also scolding voices, or whispering memories to each other, and they didn't think they would be able to live.

The woman in the cloak was still pinching the horned soldiers, and a bad premonition rose in Leng Xiao's heart. The cloak woman did not discard the horned soldier as he wished, but looked directly at him and said, "This sword is the same as your life." ”

She spoke very calmly, and before Leng Xiao could make any response, a wave of gray qi suddenly surged on the horned soldiers, Leng Xiao's breath stagnated, and his soul seemed to be torn apart, and the intense pain almost made him faint.

His eyes were blood-red, but his heart was even calmer, and if he was not careful, he would be shredded by the Faceling. In a hurry, he could only take out a weapon at will to defend himself.

The woman in the cloak seemed to be addicted to playing, her fingers kept pinching on the horned soldiers, and every time, it was as if a heavy hammer had smashed on Leng Xiao's soul, making him sway.

"It's really irritating to be dying like this. ”

Leng Xiao exhaled a breath of turbidity, and her whole spirit was already on the verge of collapse, but her spirit was relieved, and the woman in the cloak abandoned her sword and left. I was still very interested in him just now, but in an instant I became cold and flew out towards a low forest.

The psychology of a madman naturally cannot be overcome by common sense. In any case, it was always good news for Leng Xiao, and it lifted his spirits.

He threw the weapon in his hand, plunged it into the skull of a faceling, and with a gesture of his hand, the horned soldier flew in on its own and fell into his hands.

The Facelings near him were once again purged by him. On the edge of life and death, if you can't let a person collapse, you can let a person burst out with greater potential.

Thousands of mages were scattered by hundreds of thousands of Facelings, dead dead, wounded, and alive, few were still alive. On the other hand, the Facelings are clearly cut and killed like rice, but they do not mean to decrease at all, but more and more, and they are inexhaustible.

The Painted Skin Man was already desperate, the leader of the Painted Skin Man had already had the intention of retreating, the blood in his heart was completely cold, he fought all the battles, and he couldn't even let the Facelings break his muscles and bones, from the beginning, he had no right to resist at all, he could only be a deer, a horse, and was chased by people with bows and arrows.

Becoming a real person, from the beginning, was just a dream of him, and from the beginning, he knew what kind of existence he was.

He is no different from what he has been fighting for and what he wants to overthrow.

There was a roar in the distance, several trees were blown away, and even exploded, looking at the tricks, it was even more fierce than Leng Xiao's shot.

Leng Xiao looked over, he didn't know what kind of strength the cloak woman had, no matter how much he improved, he couldn't get to the bottom of the cloak woman.

At this moment, two Taoist priests, a man and a woman, ran out of the low forest. Leng Xiao looked stunned, he didn't expect to see people here, real people.

Their situation is not optimistic, because they have replaced Leng Xiao at the moment, become the cloak woman's favorite toy, and become the object of her teasing.

"Xiao Qingruo in the Lower Purple Heart Mountain, this is my junior brother Nangong Ye, I don't know what sect Your Excellency is from, can you help?"

The female Taoist priest Xiao Qingruo's eyes were a little flustered, and she looked at Leng Xiao eagerly, trying to get help from Leng Xiao.

Leng Xiao just glanced at the two of them silently, and Nangong was a little arrogant between his eyebrows, but he was a useless person, and when he was in danger, he still needed a woman to come forward. I have to say that Xiao Qingruo is also a beauty, dressed in an elegant robe, lined with a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, which really has a bit of the beauty of the heavenly immortals that are difficult to find in the world, which is intoxicating.

Especially at this moment, Chu Chu's pitiful appearance, even Qiu Yansheng couldn't help but take a second look, and he was stunned, and almost died at the hands of the faceless man.

Leng Xiao didn't even respond, firstly, for the sake of her beauty, and secondly, he suddenly hoped that these two people could become a turning point for him to live, so he said with a little kindness: "I am not her opponent, I am seriously injured at the moment, and my strength is only inferior to the two." ”

Maybe ten years ago, he would have rushed up without hesitation to save these two people who met in Pingshui, but now, he won't. If you are cold-hearted, you can live longer.

Or maybe you can shout "I'm tired of living" and rush forward to die, as some mages do.

If it was before the memory was restored, he believed that there would definitely be such a person among the mages, but he didn't expect that now that the memory had recovered, there was still someone rushing towards these two Taoist priests.

"Two nephews, I'll block it for you! Anyway, my life will be ruined again, and I won't live for a few years!"

He raised his face, Xiao Qingruo and Nangong also saw it clearly, his eyes widened, and he blurted out: "Uncle Meng An!"

When Uncle Meng An disappeared, they were still a kid who had just entered the Xianmen, and this trip was thirty years. There was no news of him in the entire Wushan Realm, and even his tombstone had been erected on the Purple Heart Mountain, but he did not expect that he was in this Xuanmen Realm.

There was no suspense, Meng An was smashed by the cloaked woman's palm, and he used all his cultivation to sacrifice his life to block it, but it only made the cloaked woman pause, and it couldn't change any ending.

He may have forgotten that at this time, he was weaker than Xiao Qingruo and Nangong.

Nangong also cried with a sad face, and shouted in a low voice: "Why hasn't the master come yet, the master is coming to save me!"

Xiao Qingruo's eyes were a little worried: "Although I released the spirit paper crane when I was sucked into Wushan, but at that time, I arrived in this realm with a flower in front of me, and I don't know if the paper crane was passed out." ”