Under the shade of the trees, on the bluestone.

Leng Xiao swallowed an elixir and quietly healed his wounds. His speed is not fast or slow, it is precisely to lure Lou Xifeng away, so that Lou Xifeng can see his back.

But at this moment, it has been a long time, but the west wind has never been seen chasing after it, and the silk thread that originally connected heaven and earth, as well as the chilling momentum, have also slowly dispersed.

Looking at it from afar, there was no sound, as if everything that had happened before was an illusion. Leng Xiao felt a hint of discomfort in his heart, and he seemed depressed and stuffy. He stood up suddenly, his gaze falling on the Flying Pavilion.

The clouds and smoke were vast, and the gray was as if it was about to fall from the sky in the next moment, engulfing this small courtyard and several side rooms.

Behind the utility room, Leng Xiao stood there quietly. The huge void pointed out by the west wind of the building was still alone, like the empty hearts of some outlaws.

Walking through the broken and scattered utility room, Leng Xiao stood in front of a piece of blood, a wave rose in his heart, and he sighed softly.

Between him and this little girl, there are only a few intersections, the last time we met, she was still an innocent one, like a new delicate flower after the winter snow melts. But when I saw him again today, there were only cold corpses.

No, at this moment, there are no corpses.

Ask yourself, how strong is the murderous intent in his heart at this moment, but if he sees Lou Xifeng again, will he be able to keep that promise and endure the killer?

Perhaps now, it is easy to go to the sky, but it is even more difficult to get away with the rivers and lakes. People survive for a lifetime, and they are confused for a lifetime.

Leng Xiao walked past Qiang'er's broken corpse, and his eyes followed the dim sunlight into the hidden door.

He has been in, and he has departed. He is like a gentleman who closes the door of his house, but like a villain, he hides it in vain.

He told Leng Xiao through this small gap that he had come, he told Leng Xiao through this narrow gap that he had left, and he told Leng Xiao through this gap that he had taken away what Leng Xiao wanted to protect.

"Protector Xiao, from today onwards, you are the princess's personal guard, and you must protect Lingxi thoroughly!"

Leng Xiao suddenly pushed open the door, the furnishings in the room were not messy, and there was no trace of dust on the ground, so there was not a single footprint, only a few grains of loess contaminated from outside the courtyard.

Maybe it was brought by him, or maybe it was the west wind of Lou. came and went quietly, but it was already dusty, and it was difficult to be innocent with a brush.

Leng Xiao still seemed to have a glimmer of hope, and gently lifted the wooden bed. The inverted coffin, which was enough for two people to turn over wantonly, was dark below, empty, ethereal and endless.

The faint sunlight that came in from between the window lattices was swallowed up by the deep darkness for a moment, leaving no trace.

There was no disappointment in his heart, for from the moment he entered this room, there was no hope.

Leng Xiao's eyes slowly fell on an inconspicuous corner, and with a wave of his palm, the wooden bed was completely blown out, overpowering a screen and a bookcase, falling in the corner of the wall, falling apart, neatly folded bedding, and sliding weakly on the ground. It's a pity that no matter how clean the floor is, it has not been swept for a few days, and there are a few thin grains of dust from the corner of the wall.

It is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye and difficult to touch, but it is clearly aroused by a layer of haze, and then slowly falls.

And Leng Xiao's gaze didn't take off for a moment, he took two steps forward, leaned over and picked up a pendant from the ground, a pendant that he had worn since he was a child but gave to a little girl.

She said she would never give the pendant to anyone again, and she would never lose it again. Today, she was afraid that she would not be able to protect the pendant, so she returned it to Leng Xiao.

Maybe she should have left a message for Leng Xiao: "Uncle Xiao, keep the heart of the mountains and rivers for Lingxi, don't lose it!" Maybe this storage is a lifetime.

"Lingxi, wait for Uncle Xiao. Leng Xiao's five fingers were clenched very tightly, and he cherished the pendant in his arms. Cold, bone-chilling.

He roared, his fingers suddenly spreading, and the horned soldiers appeared in his palms, emitting a buzzing sound. The monstrous aura, mixed in the sword aura, tore the entire wing room to pieces.

He fell to his knees, feeling a splitting headache. It's just that compared to this headache, the heart hurts even more. The knee fell, shattering the hard stone slab and spreading out like a spider's web.

A touch of purple appeared in the depths of his pupils. His eyes were wide open, but he could no longer see the dilapidated wing in front of him, but he saw himself. The facial features of the body, including every hair, are so clear that it seems to be within reach.

It's just that self, but his eyes are so cold, there seems to be only killing intent and hatred in it, and there is no trace of goodness.

The expression on Leng Xiao's face gradually calmed down, and with a wave of his hand, the self in front of him dissipated like a cloud and mist in the wind, and there was no trace, as if he had never disturbed this world.

He raised his eyes, and in front of him was a dilapidated wing, which was a little worse than the utility room.

"I know that you have never forgotten to erase all my good thoughts. But if a person has no good thoughts, how can he be a human being?" There seemed to be a faint purple qi hidden in the corner of his body, and he sighed, "His subordinates are entrusted by the Demon King. ”

He got up and looked at the messy ground, which was a dark room, but because there was no roof, it was shrouded in sunlight. Although it is not bright, at least it is a little brighter.

A spiritual aura surged out from his sleeve, clearing the thin layer of dust that had just been born along with the debris, and piling it up haphazardly in the distance.

His face was expressionless. The room that Qiang'er cleans every day should be so neat.

The horned sword swirled, and after a few breaths, a wooden box had already appeared in Leng Xiao's hand, which was slightly rough, but very square. It is said to be a wooden box, but it is also half the size of a person.

Using his sword as a shovel, he put Qiang'er's corpse into a wooden box piece by piece. The faint smell of blood mixed with the smell of dirt and weeds passed through the tip of his nose and flowed into his body.

There are a few figures flying in the sky, and there are forbidden space formations everywhere in the Demon King Palace, even if it is Leng Xiao Flying, it is a little difficult, and those who can come freely can be imagined.

The two figures manifested in front of him, their faces square, quite majestic. One is armed with a wooden sword, and the other is armed with a whisk. It's just that half of the wooden sword is missing, and a few strands of dust are broken.

"It turned out to be you, the demon general, where is Lou Xifeng, don't you recruit it quickly!"

The person holding the wooden sword let out a low shout, but Leng Xiao didn't seem to hear it, and didn't pay any attention to it, just shoveled the soil into the wooden box with a sword.

The man was already unhappy in his heart, and his robe was also stained with a few traces of blood, but he was ignored by Leng Xiao at this moment, and he couldn't help but be furious.

Even if the wooden sword was cut off in half, the power it bloomed far exceeded that of ordinary weapons. How much power a weapon can exert depends on the strength of the owner, in addition to its own sharpness.

The dust-whisked Daoist suddenly raised the dust-whisk and gently suppressed the power revealed on the wooden sword. He slowly shook his head at the wooden kendo man, looked at Leng Xiao, and sighed.

"Poor Dao looks at you to restrain the mutilated body of the deceased, which shows that your heart is not bad. The two of us don't want to hurt you, and if it wasn't for the two of us before, you would have already died at the hands of Lou Xifeng, why don't you tell me the two of you truthfully, where did Lou Xifeng go?"

When the words of the dusty Daoist fell, Leng Xiao was putting the last piece of soil into the wooden box and gently closing the lid.

He said: "The daughter of the demon king is in his hands, and now she is missing. ”

These two Daoists couldn't help but change their faces slightly, and their brows furrowed slightly. Leng Xiao looked up at the two of them: "Lou Xifeng has become a puppet, and his cultivation can approach the real baby for a while, so be careful." ”

"Thank you for the reminder. ”

Although the faces of the two were pale, when Leng Xiao said the words about the "self-refining technique", their faces still changed slightly.

By the time Leng Xiao turned around, the two of them had already had only a vague and small back. Walking against this forbidden space magic array, after all, consumes more spiritual energy, but for the real infant monk, it may have reached a point of insignificance.

Leng Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and delicately carved a rose on the lid of the box, and the edge of the petal was stained with a crumbling drop of dew.

"Leng doesn't know what you like, so I can only use this rose to line your Qiang's name. Don't blame it if it's not thoughtful. ”

He buried Qiang'er in the valley, and he thought that neither Shi Lingxi nor the wild would object.

After leaving the valley, Leng Xiao's gaze fell in the distance, flashing a light of thought. Since the crowd has gathered, Yizimen must have been prepared, and there must be a lot of eyeliner arranged. Looking at the posture of those two Taoists, it must be that Lou Xifeng must still be in the Demon King Palace, and it will not be too far away from here.

As soon as Leng Xiao's thoughts turned, he turned around and quickly rushed to the platform. The Lou Xifeng puppet is gone, and he will definitely return to the battle platform to find some people who have died not long ago.

The transmission note in his hand flashed, and he wanted to explain everything that happened in the Demon King Hall to Shi Mai, so as not to cause him to be unaware for a while.

"It seems to be a step too late. ”

In the first demon hall, a large number of monks surrounded him. Looking at a coiling dragon stone pillar not far away and a pool of blood on the ground, his brows were tightly twisted together.

He didn't know any of the people in front of him, and the one with the highest cultivation was only a new baby, but there were too many people, which also made him a little powerless.

A slightly stronger cultivator sneered: "Master Protector, if it weren't for Elder Tao rushing to the Demon King Palace, you would already be a corpse, and you would dare to be rampant if you were a little bit more cultivated?"

At the feet of the madman, there were more than ten fingers of those who were ambushed, and there were those who were killed by one blow and those who were covered with scars.

At this moment, he was carrying a Jindan cultivator in the palm of his hand, regardless of the fear in his eyes, only his fingers were slightly closed, and the Jindan monk tilted his neck and was silent.

Until death, this Jindan monk didn't have time to say a word of begging for mercy or calling for help, his mouth was slightly open, as if he was unwilling.

Shi Mad's long hair was scattered, and he looked up to the sky and laughed. There are strands of hair stuck together with blood, but it can't hide his arrogance. His eyes drooped, full of contempt, and he said slowly: "Shi Mou's cultivation is indeed not high, but it is not easy to take your life?"

Between the words, he had already reached out, and a layer of aura suddenly appeared on his five fingers, and a pair of fleshy fingers was already comparable to any divine weapon.

The Yuanying monk who had just spoken was a tall man, not inferior even in front of the teacher. But after being approached by the teacher madness for a moment, the hardness in Fang Cai's eyes couldn't help but dissipate a little.

As if he was ashamed of the shallow fear that subconsciously rose, his momentum was suddenly revealed, and a two-palm-length knife appeared in his palm, with a rounded arc and thick as a board, but the blade did not let it go at all.

"The teacher protector said wildly, then let's take a look at the so-called backhand of the teacher protector, how many catties and taels there are!"

He held the knife in one hand and pressed the end of the handle with the other, and as soon as the knife fell, the momentum was so great that he actually tore the clothes of the two Jindan monks beside him into pieces.

Shi Mad put his palms together and clamped the knife in the palm of his hand, and suddenly felt that his hands seemed to be holding on top of a hedgehog, and he only ended up with his hands full of thorns, but his strength did not relax at all.

I saw that his wrist shook, and the aura on the knife suddenly dimmed, and the person next to him who was about to move was directly shocked and flew out, and some of the cultivators were slightly weaker, spurting blood on the spot.

Shi Mad retracted his left palm, slapped his right hand on the knife, the man snorted, and as soon as his five fingers were loosened, the knife was already out of his hand. In the distance, a person was not in a hurry to dodge, and was directly pierced through the chest by a knife, and his eyes widened, but he only lay down upright.

"Little thief, did you recognize Shi's power this time?" The palms of Shi Mad were blurred with flesh and blood, but the laughter became more and more unbridled, looking at the people present, although there were hundreds of people, but who could be his enemy?

Seeing that this sword-wielding man was in trouble, two more infant monks immediately rushed out of the crowd, one of them was good at illusion, and the spiritual energy emanating from his hand was weak and weak, but every time the teacher was crazy, like a deep quagmire.

It is the cooperation of these three people that has delayed the teacher madness to this day.

The knife-wielder took the opportunity to press a palm on Shi Ma's chest, and Shi Mad blocked it with his hand, and a piece of flesh was cut off from the bloody palm, almost revealing the white bones.

He blinked vigorously twice, his eyes glowing red, daunting. He is still like this now, I don't know what Leng Xiao's situation is now. The traces on this ground must be left by Leng Xiao.

The man with the knife had already picked up the knife, pointed at the madman, and shouted: "This thief is already at the end of the crossbow, and you will follow a certain path and kill one of them!"

"There are many people in this world who can take the life of a teacher like a carp crossing the river, but they are no longer waiting!

Seeing the half-sober and half-crazy posture of the teacher, the person who was about to move suddenly retreated a few steps. Even if they can take the life of the madman, the greatest merit must belong to the three infant monks, and it is really meaningless for them to fight for their lives for some petty profits.

Seeing that hundreds of people were frightened away by Shi Mad alone, and they all walked away, the three infant monks cursed secretly in their hearts, their eyes were gloomy, and they each greeted Shi Mad in their heads.

Shi madness turned into the body, burning the primordial infant, the momentum exploded in an instant, the power was vertical and horizontal, and while no one stopped him, he broke out of the encirclement in an instant, and stood on top of the teleportation formation.

He slowly narrowed his eyes, perhaps on the other side of this teleportation formation, there were more enemies waiting for him to pass at this moment, but there was no hesitation in his heart.

After the spiritual jade aura flickered, the scenery in front of him did not change in the slightest.