A figure approached from a distance, ignoring the corpse of the spirit beast lying on the ground, and his eyes did not fall on Leng Xiao, but only fell to the ground, not knowing what he was looking at, maybe it was gravel, maybe it was fallen leaves, maybe it was dirt, maybe it was blood.

He said in a cold tone, "Young man, you will bury it." ”

Next to the canine spirit animal, there is a figure with a rickety body. Seven feet high, and if you can straighten your waist, you should have eight feet. The man was unkempt, dressed like a beggar, with old clothes and patches around the corners. The beard was unshaven, sleepy-eyed, and his tone was cold and indifferent, but it did not reveal a trace of intimidation, as if it were just a beggar with hysteria talking nonsense.

This person Leng Xiao saw yesterday, the hall master of the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace, Hong Taro.

He raised his hand and pointed to the sword in Leng Xiao's hand, and said, "Hand over the horned soldiers, and give you a good time." ”

Leng Xiao was indifferent, as if he hadn't heard. Hong Taro didn't urge, for a long time, Leng Xiao looked at Hong Taro, opened his mouth and said: "Why don't you dare to look at Leng Mou, Leng Mou's appearance is somewhat similar to that of his father when he was young?"

Hong Taro was indifferent, but he raised his eyes and landed on Leng Xiao's face, as if he was looking carefully, and after a long time, he said lightly: "No." ”

After speaking, he lowered his eyes again, looking at the ground.

"Very well, you live the life of a weakling. Leng Xiao said.

Hong Taro raised his head for a moment, and a fierce divine light was projected from his cloudy eyes. The long unkempt hair swayed gently, and the blades of grass in the forest squinted, and a dark shadow poked out.

Jackals, tigers and leopards, birds, beasts, fish and insects all surround Leng Xiao and are eyeing each other.

"Weakling...... You should have a good look, weakling. ”

He stood in place, lowered his eyes again, and the divine light in his eyes was all retracted, and the ruthlessness of Fang Cai seemed to be a cold illusion.

All the spirit beasts rushed towards Leng Xiao at the same time, their eyes flashing with bloodthirsty colors. These are not demons, they are just spirit animals.

But among these spirit beasts, there are more than a dozen Yuan Infant Feet, which can already make all Yuan Infant Monks frightened. Hong Taro, except for those who have the same advantages in the White Bone Sect, who can fight against him under the distraction?

A cyan bamboo leaf slowly fell, and in a trance, it looked like a cyan sword. The bamboo leaves fell in front of Leng Xiao's eyes, and Leng Xiao disappeared in place.

In the distance, a tiger spirit beast tilted its body, raised its claws and swept it, and its body rushed forward several zhang according to its inertia, but when it landed, there was no movement.

Leng Xiao stood in the place where the tiger spirit beast first attacked, and a drop of blood slipped from the long sword, not stained in the slightest. This spirit beast, cultivated to the Yuan Infant, was sealed by a sword, and an orange Yuan Infant pounced on Leng Xiao again, and a green light flashed above the horned soldier again.

"Very weak. ”

Leng Xiao's tone was very cold, and when he opened his mouth, he quietly stuffed a pill into his mouth. The medicinal power dissolved, dredged the black qi in his body a little, and the meridians were also a little tougher.

The bamboo leaves are shaking, and the soil and stones are upside down. Hong Taro always stood in place, did not take a step, did not look at Leng Xiao. Every second, a spirit beast died under Leng Xiao's sword, but he was always calm.

Leng Xiao cut a long gap in the abdomen of a lion spirit beast with a sword, and before the spirit beast landed, the internal organs fell out, and its four legs trembled twice, and then there was no movement.

A Yuan Ying rushed out from above the corpse, and Leng Xiao cut off the Yuan Baby, but he was also knocked out and fell heavily on the mountain rock.

He leaned on the long sword and stuffed two more pills into his mouth, his wrists trembling unconsciously, and he couldn't control it.

Hong Taro never glanced at Leng Xiao, but at this moment he suddenly smiled. His tone was cold, and he said slowly, "Weak." The strength of the weak, can it still be seen?"

Leng Xiao didn't say a word, and when he saw Hong Taro turn his head to look, he shook his head slightly.

It was one left and one right, the neck had not yet been straightened, a fishy wind came from the tip of the nose, and a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes. As soon as Leng Xiao's long sword was raised, Hong Taro slapped his palm on the sword body, and his hands were like the claws of a tiger and leopard, and his nails were sharp and weird.

The two froze for a moment, and a spark bloomed from the sword. Hong Taro pressed his palms, Leng Xiao was knocked out, and hit the mountain rock again, the qi and blood surged, and a bamboo leaf was shaken down.

Leng Xiao just smiled and pointed to the first canine spirit beast he killed. He said indifferently: "Your status in Lin Jiuxiao's heart is the same as it. Or does the Lord of the Hong Palace think that it is a strong man?"

Hong Taro stopped in front of Leng Xiao's forehead with a palm, and the palm wind blew Leng Xiao's long hair away and flew wildly. His palm paused for a moment, and continued to fall on Leng Xiao's forehead.

Leng Xiao spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining Hong Taro's full chest. Hong Taro didn't care, his clothes were already dirty.

Leng Xiao's long sword turned and wiped Hong Taro's palm away, and his body swept out like a swimming fish, Hong Taro raised his hand and pressed it, but he couldn't hold it down.

Blood every step, chase and escape. The air is getting hotter and hotter, and the place where the cold Xiao is going is the Demon Fire Cave.

Above the Demon Fire Cave, there is an endless fight. The horned soldiers are not there, and I don't know what these people are fighting for. There are many strong people, but Qingjian Zhenren and Cang'er are isolated and covered with scars. I don't know how the two of them survived this night.

Leng Xiao's figure was quickly discovered, and several glances fell, but they only paused on Leng Xiao's body, and then moved back to the Qingjian real person.

Leng Xiao was sour in his heart at this time, he and Bai Tong were just two chess pieces in Lin Jiuxiao's hand, as for the horn soldiers in his hand, they were just a more exciting color.

Lin Jiuxiao is dressed in the spirit of the Senluo Palace, which is unpredictable, Vientiane Senluo, longing for the figure, and the shadow is sufficient. Qingjian Zhenren is stepping down, and the two of them are quite cultivated, but he has more than one person to face.

Leng Xiao suddenly shouted: "Sect Master, take the sword!"

The horned soldiers turned into green mangs and flew towards the real person of the green sword. The Qingyu sword in the hand of the Qingjian real person turned around and inserted it on the sword grid of the horned soldier. With a flick of his wrist, the horned soldier spun at great speed, turning into a cyan disc that shook and dissipated the ghostly shadow with a swing back and forth.

Qingjian Zhenren held the horned soldier, but his expression was not good, and he shouted: "What are you doing when you come back, don't leave quickly!"

Leng Xiao stood in the distance and only spoke, "Disciple has come to ask for an antidote from Saint Lord Lin." ”

Hong Taro chased after him, and attacked Leng Xiao with one palm, but Lin Jiuxiao waved his sleeve and blocked Hong Taro.

Only a breeze blew from Leng Xiao's sideburns, and his expression did not fluctuate at all, only looking at Lin Jiuxiao lightly.

In the distance, no matter which monk he could say, he could say his name or not, he stopped. Lin Jiuxiao looked Leng Xiao up and down a few times, with a sneer, and said slowly: "You look very much like your father, your eyes and eyebrows follow your mother, you are very beautiful." It's just a pity. ”

Leng Xiao said calmly: "It's just that it's not a pity at this moment. ”

The corpse spots on his body had even climbed up his cheeks, looking hideous and weird. Lin Jiuxiao stretched out his hand lightly to his side, and Palace Master Yi couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. I only heard Lin Jiuxiao say indifferently: "Antidote." ”

Leng Xiao caught the antidote that shot like a sharp arrow, and when he spread out his five fingers, a wisp of smoke came out of his palm, and blood was dripping. He didn't care about the blood, or whether it was poisonous or not, and swallowed it in one gulp.

I have to say that the effect of this symptomatic medicine is not bad, and in just a few breaths, the black gas has dissipated, the blocked meridians have become smooth, and the corpse spots have also faded a little. It may take a while to completely disperse.

Lin Jiuxiao handed over the elixir to Leng Xiao, I am afraid that except for these two people, no one can understand the meaning. Or the master of the Nine Palaces, you can also understand a little bit. Leng Xiao saw the peach in the crowd, and when he returned to the holy land, he was even more like a fish in water.

Leng Xiao finally knew why Lin Jiuxiao would be indifferent to Taohong's demon cultivator's identity, it turned out that Qianshou was also a demon cultivator.

The faint crow quietly arrived behind Leng Xiao, Lin Jiuxiao put aside the Qingjian real person and walked in front of Leng Xiao. The two looked at each other across a cold shy.

The crow lightly pressed Leng Xiao's shoulder with one hand, let out a cold breath, and said slowly: "This seat's interest in this young man suddenly surpassed that of the horned soldiers. ”

Lin Jiuxiao pressed one hand on Leng Xiao's other shoulder and responded: "He is the son of the old man of this seat, I'm afraid I won't let Your Excellency get your wish." ”

As soon as the two of them said a word, Leng Xiao's eyes suddenly burst out, and then suddenly narrowed, his face was slightly hideous, and he was sweating like pulp. The clothes on their shoulders had been shattered by these two people, and the skin and flesh on their shoulders were like being struck, full of fine and interlaced scars.

Seeing that Leng Xiao couldn't support it anymore, the two stopped at the same time. Leng Xiao gasped rapidly, stuffed a pill into his mouth, his expression returned to flatness, and he just stood there quietly.

He raised his eyes and looked ahead, the five domains were distracted, and ninety percent came. Even Yuwen Jintuo, the sect master of the Shenyu Sect, came out of the barrier, fantasizing about being able to bring back the horned soldiers. is the only one who doesn't take the horns to heart.

Yunli Daoren, Kwai Shui Daoren, Tiandry Old Man, Beimo, Mu Xunli, Ying Xiao, and Ghost Head Tuo are all old friends.

Ghost Head Tuo and Ying Xiao stood on the outermost periphery, maintaining a distance that could retreat at any time, obviously in front of a large number of Terran monks, they didn't dare to be presumptuous anymore.

The faint crow pointed at Lin Jiuxiao and said with a smile: "The original target of the Holy Lord Lin should only be this young man, maybe he will also bring the Blue Sword Real Man." It's just that I didn't expect that this little fish still had thorns and pulled out a piece of aquatic weeds. ”

"Qingjian Zhenren has the secret of ascension, and this young man is the descendant of Leng Yeling. I have heard how weird the spiritual trick of the Heavenly Holy Land Senluo Hall is, will there be a ......?"

He got a little closer and whispered to Lin Jiuxiao, "What about the secret technique that can find your relatives through the people of your relatives?"

Lin Jiuxiao's smile did not change, but his eyes were very gloomy. From the moment the information of the horned soldier came out, he had already been mentally prepared in his heart. These people in front of them are all old and sophisticated people, as long as there is a trace of clues, it is enough for them to peel off the cocoon and spy on the truth.

The original plan was that in order to deal with the Qingjian Zhenren, the person he cooperated with would naturally not only be the Yi Palace Master, but also the Eastern Regions Distraction Monk. This person is quite face-to-face, but the name is like thunder.

Thunder Dragon, Kan Man Bear.