The woman's eyes were gloomy, and her brows furrowed slightly. As her mood changed, patches of purple and red flowers broke through the ground on the ground, but they withered in an instant when she closed her eyes.

She said, "Engong, do you know why this flower was formed?"

"The evil thoughts of the dragon have become this blood flower. ”

Hearing this, the woman's brows slowly stretched, and she smiled coquettishly: "Since Engong knows, why bother to ask more?

Leng Xiao was still pondering, but he was speechless. There was a hint of exhaustion in his eyes, and his body was a little stiff.

There was a hint of anticipation in the woman's eyes, but she didn't get a single rebuttal for a long time. Her slender eyelashes twitched slightly, and her jade hand was raised lightly, holding a purple and red flower between her fingers.

This flower is more gorgeous and deep than those that bloom and thank you on the earth, like a devil blooming in the abyss.

She let go of her hand, and the purple and red flower fell lightly towards Leng Xiao.

Leng Xiao didn't move, his eyes lowered, he could hear the wind, he could smell the fragrant fragrance of flowers mixed with the smell of blood, and he could feel the traces of the fall of the purple and red flowers.

Raising his eyes, looking at the rough loess, he actually saw his own face.

Not the slightly mature cheeks, but the one that really belonged to him that had not been altered by the power of his time.

The childish, slightly green, deeply confused face in his eyes.

The ground seemed to turn into a water, as calm as his countenance. He could see through the surface of the water the reflection of the purple and red flowers, approaching him inch by inch.

Leng Xiao suddenly raised the broken sword, and the flowers fluttered and landed on the sword body, and there was no trace of flowers on the water. In an instant, a wave rippled above the water, and then gradually calmed down.

After the ripples dissipated, the coarse loess in front of him was still there, and even his shadow could not be engraved.

The purple and red flower that fell on the body of his sword withered in an instant, and he immediately threw the broken sword out, and the broken sword was like this flower, decaying inch by inch and turning into dust.

The woman looked at Leng Xiao and sighed softly: "Engong, do you know that there was only a moment when the concubine was a little hesitant. The concubine said that you are different from them. ”

"It's a pity that you didn't grasp it. ”

Leng Xiao supported the ground with his hands, stood up, and said lightly: "It's okay, now, Leng is the same as them." ”

"Where?"

"On the opposite side of the girl. ”

He gently held a jade pendant in his hand, and in that jade pendant, a majestic aura fluctuation emanated.

The woman's face changed suddenly, her figure blurred for a moment, and when she was revealed, she was already far away. There was no joy or sorrow on her face, she glanced at Leng Xiao lightly, and said, "Engong finally found a reason not to kill you." ”

Leng Xiao never said a word, the woman walked slowly into the distance, her posture was enchanting, and the purple and red flowers bloomed inch by inch where she passed, and after she walked away, she withered in an instant.

For a long time, there was no woman in front of him, but Leng Xiao kept pinching the jade pendant and didn't move.

He closed his eyes, after all, he sighed, his five fingers suddenly tightened, and between his fingers, several rays of light bloomed in an instant, illuminating the heavens and the earth a little.

Leng Xiao let go of his hand in an instant, but there was no trace of the jade pendant in his palm. An earth-shattering sword qi appeared in front of him in an instant, and on the opposite side of that sword qi, Long Hong, who should have gone far, was close at hand!

On the ground, ten miles, hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, purple and red flowers bloom in an instant. This is no longer the ability that the Yuanying Monk can show, and she is blessed with a unique position in the realm of demon spirits.

The woman was supposed to be the opposite of Leng Xiao, but it turned out to be head-on.

Leng Xiao was already tightly surrounded by these purple and red flowers, and the flowers around him were like burning fire, which was dizzying.

He could feel that there seemed to be a faint force stirring and sprouting on the soles of his feet, and this time, before it could bloom, Leng Xiao had already destroyed it.

In the face of this earth-shattering sword aura, a trace of horror flashed on the woman's face, and then a trace of anger flashed, her eyes passed through the sword qi, and fell directly on Leng Xiao, as if she resented Leng Xiao's distrust of her, and seemed to resent Leng Xiao's vigilance against her.

The woman looked up to the sky and screamed, and the purple and red flowers suddenly grew wildly, suddenly gathered and rose from the ground. She raised her jade hand lightly, and the flower turned into a wall of sparks in front of her.

The feeling of coldness and the vision in front of him seemed to be a fire burning above the blood, and even made a "crackling" sound.

But in the face of this earth-shattering sword aura, the wall of sparks failed to have the slightest resistance. The sword qi slashed and fell in an endless place, and there was no sound.

And the flower wall composed of countless flowers, scattered all over the sky, like light frost and mist, before it fell to the ground, it slowly withered, covered the ground, only a pinch of loess.

The woman stood quietly in front of Leng Xiao only three feet away, and with Leng Xiao's eyesight, she could see every eyelash of the woman clearly.

The eyelashes were still fluttering slightly, just dancing with the wind.

The woman suddenly groaned softly, and a line of blood bloomed from the center of her eyebrows, spreading over the tip of her nose, across her neck, and spreading.

She closed her eyes.

Leng Xiao's brows finally wrinkled slightly, and the woman in front of him was split into two in front of him, and fell down obliquely, blood flowing all over the ground.

Above her corpse, a cloud of spiritual mist rose gently.

Leng Xiao stepped forward and raised his hand with a move, and the spiritual mist fell into his hand obediently, like a sleeping cat.

This spiritual mist, perhaps, contains the essence of the nearly a thousand monks buried in the village.

"Perhaps, I should become like them. ”

His palm was still gently raised, and the spiritual mist slowly shrank in his palm until it disappeared completely.

He let out a low groan, unsure of whether it was relenting or depressed. The aura in the body is constantly surging, but it is extremely soft. He could feel that his cultivation was constantly growing, and at such a speed, how many years of penance would he have?

The golden pill, which was originally the size of a fingertip, was already the size of a fist at this moment, showing a hint of vigor. When it turned, a small crack opened.

It's on the verge of turning into a baby.

The demonic aura of the woman's corpse dissipated and turned into a purple and red flower. It's not too bright, it's not too deep, it's so ordinary.

The flowers were split in two, slowly decaying into mud, and there was no trace of them.

"I'm sorry, Miss Longhong. ”

Leng Xiao raised his feet and gradually walked away. When sin and murder are rampant, should I maintain this weak goodness?

If I take the pearl of death, will it violate morality? It turns out that my heart does not reject it as I thought.

He suddenly laughed, looking up to the sky and laughing, not knowing who he was mocking. It's funny, but a little moist color flashed in his eyes, can Leng take advantage of this night, this no-man's land, and cry freely?

Leng Xiao gradually drifted away, and his body was completely hidden in the darkness. And where the woman died, the earth suddenly trembled slightly, and a small crack opened, and a delicate flower bloomed.

After a while, a little beast that looked like a rabbit and a cat ran up, and its eyes fell straight on the flower. There is some longing in his eyes, but he avoids it like a snake and scorpion.

It walked around lightly, looked up at the Canglong Qisu, above the canopy, suddenly fell two broken jade, the small one is so that people can't see clearly, especially in the night, as soon as it falls, there is no trace.

The dragon's eyes finally returned to calm.

The little beast hurried towards the village, panting, and it was evident that there was no pause along the way.

The village is not large, but it is shrouded in a thick layer of blood. It stood on top of the pit where a thousand people had been buried, looked at the darkness below, and whimpered in a low voice.

It didn't know if the man it was looking for was buried deep in the pit or if he had already departed in peace. Anyway, it came a little late.

The little beast left the village again, and ran to the purple red flower, which had only bloomed for a short time. All the flowers everywhere have withered, and now, there is only this one left.

A hint of disgust flashed in its eyes, and it waved a small fluffy paw and slammed it towards the flower, dozens of times in an instant.

But it didn't dare to touch it after all, but just waved a few wisps of breeze to make the flower sway in the wind.

An aura condensed from its claws, hovering slowly over the thick pad of flesh, and at the slightest movement of its mind, it would immediately fall towards the flower.

But eventually, it snorted, and the aura suddenly dissipated over its flesh, as if it had never appeared. It rubbed the tip of its nose twice and walked off into the distance, disappearing into the darkness.

This night, it's too dark. This starlight is too weak. Even if someone walks by, they don't notice it. On such a night, no matter how crowded the road is, there is only one person.

Southern Regions, in the Sword Pavilion.

Chen Qiaoyu was holding a mimosis sword, turning the tide of the battle with all his might, and his body had the power of space, making it difficult for people to chase.

Mu Xunli originally used the power of the formation to suppress Chen Qiaoyu to death, seeing that a sword had already stabbed Chen Qiaoyu in the mouth, at this moment, his aura suddenly dispersed by nearly half, and his body trembled, and in the end, it only left an insignificant small hole on Chen Qiaoyu'an's body.

He was suddenly furious in his heart, and turned back suddenly, it turned out that there was a flaw in the formation. At this moment, the blood of the ghost head spurted wildly, as if a drunk person was vomiting, and he was crumbling.

Mu Xunli's face showed a little surprise, but in just this moment, Chen Qiaoyu'an was gone.

His chest heaved violently, and his gaze showed a cold color.

"Ghost brother, who are you?"

Ghost Toutuo's eyebrows rose slightly, and he gently wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, except for his pale face, his expression was quite cold.

"It's an old problem, don't bother the master of the Mu Pavilion. ”

Mu Xunli took a few steps closer and chuckled twice: "Oh, Brother Ghost still has such a hidden disease, why don't you know how to take good care of yourself?"

"I have already said that I don't bother the master of the Mu Pavilion. The Mu Pavilion Master still thinks about how the disciples should be deployed. This time it fell short, and the ghost confessed it. ”

"Since you know, but you want to be punished?"

On the ugly face of the ghost head Tuo, it was slowly dyed a little gloomy, and he sneered: "I don't know how to punish the Mu Pavilion Master?"