As the blood flowed, life passed away, and the flesh gradually became cold, gray and dead, and all the colors were scattered, leaving only a hole in the eye.

After closing his eyes, Leng Xiao opened his eyes again, and quietly looked at the long sword above his head that was less than half of his head as a yuan infant.

Through the long sword, there are blue sky and white clouds, white birds and blue butterflies, and strong enemies around. On the hilt of the sword, there was a pair of slender palms holding it tightly, Shi Lingxi's face showed a difficult look, and his body trembled slightly, not like he was stabbing the long sword, but as if he was putting it away.

It's a pity that the sky didn't fulfill people's wishes, and the long sword still went towards Leng Xiao Yuanying without stopping, and it pierced in, and the dark purple Yuanying disappeared from Shi Lingxi's eyes in an instant, leaving only an empty and cold corpse.

There were no broken stars, and everything seemed to be twisted into something finer than dust by this fierce sword qi, so small that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"Rebel, don't stop yet!"

There was a sudden roar in the sky, and the voice of the Qingjian real person, she couldn't be clearer. Shi Yao said, "Lingxi, it's time to go." ”

Shi Lingxi then stood up and looked at Leng Xiao, but for some reason, he was so uncomfortable, helpless, as if he was in the middle of the vast world, and there was only chaos as far as the naked eye could reach.

"Mother, Uncle Xiao, Lingxi has avenged you. She closed her eyes suddenly, and she had to use such an excuse to blind herself.

Turning around, the people who were approaching in the distance, in addition to Qingjian Zhenren and Xie Yunlei, there were also Buddhist monks Cang'er, Taoist real people Kwai Shui, Mu Liuyan, the sect leader of the Hundred Flowers Sect, and Yan Chen, a Jianghu person who often accompanied Mu Liuyan.

A palm pressed on Shi Lingxi's body, and she could clearly feel the anxiety and restlessness in the heart of the owner of the palm. Shi Yao pinched the back of Shi Lingxi's neck with a palm, his eyes were cold, and he said indifferently: "Qingjian, you have two choices." One, get out of the way, and this king will not hurt her. Second, she will become a sacrifice before you and me fight. ”

Shi Lingxi's tears suddenly burst out of his eyes, and he felt shameless to face the elders of the sect, and said: "Sect Master, Master, and disciple are guilty and willing to die!"

Xie Yunlei sighed heavily, as if in a dilemma, pointed at Shi Lingxi and said, "Rebel, how can you do this thing of killing a teacher!" He had tears in his eyes, "The old man shouldn't have led you to the peak back then, maybe he can save this ten thousand wrong things!"

Qingjian Zhenren frowned, and said in a low voice: "This matter has been born, no matter what mistakes this son makes, after all, he is my Qingjian Sect, and he can't be saved if he dies." And these demon cultivators must not be let go easily. ”

Looking at the corpse of the disciple of the Blue Scar Sect on the ground, a trace of compassion flashed in Cang'er's eyes, and he only sighed softly. A pair of eyes fell on Liao Mian, and then moved to Han Yue.

At this moment, Shi Yao suddenly snorted, a blood mark bloomed on his wrist, and he suddenly let go. Yan Chen caught Shi Lingxi with one hand, and turned lightly with the other, the slender sword in his hand was not stained with blood, and it was shining with a lustrous luster.

He shook his head and whispered, "You guys have too much nonsense. ”

Shi Yao was about to make a move, and a water spirit appeared in front of him, and then changed into the appearance of a Kwai Shuidao person, facing Shi Yao with two palms, and no one got any benefits.

He spit out three "fixed" words in his mouth one after another, Rao is the power of Shi Yao, it is difficult to escape for a while, such as falling into a quagmire, the more he struggles, the deeper he falls.

Yan Chen only put Shi Lingxi down, and this battle was like it had nothing to do with him, and he didn't help anyone, standing quietly in the distance. It was only when Mu Liuyan entered the battle circle that his figure flashed, and he casually slashed several Yuan Infant Demon Cultivators who came with Shi Yao under the sword. Killing a few infant monks would be as trivial as eating and drinking to him.

And the death of these people did not bring half of Shi Yao's expression fluctuations. He and the mermaid stood with their backs to each other, confronting the five distracting monks, one calm and the other mad.

Xie Yunlei fell from the sky, and he burst into tears for a while. The footsteps walked past Luo Jia, walked past Liao Mian, walked through Leng Xiao, and they had long lost their breath. He held Liu Yao and Hanyue in both hands and walked away silently. On the rest of the peaks, the Sorrowful Butterfly was still raging, and he was not allowed to stay too long.

"Master!" Shi Lingxi shouted loudly, and suddenly fell to his knees. What appeared in her heart at this moment was not Leng Xiao's serious injury to Qiu Yuru, nor Leng Xiao's killing of Xiao Protector, nor Leng Xiao's unbearability that Shi Yao instilled in her.

No matter what, Leng Xiao saved her from the ladder after all, after all, he spared no effort to teach her, after all, he cared for her like a relative, even if he knew her demon cultivator for a long time, he still treated her kindly.

Xie Yunlei stopped, glanced back at her, and said, "Come with the old man." ”

She immediately followed, and went with Xie Yunlei to clean up the heartfelt butterfly, which could be regarded as making up for what she had done.

All kinds of things are in the eyes of the cold.

Just as Shi Lingxi's long sword fell, under the Tower of Babel, there was a pair of eyes looking coldly at his back. He involuntarily burrowed into the body of the Yin Yang Demon, and as expected, there was a strong struggle and resistance.

It took a lot of effort to erase the will of the yin and yang ghost itself, and took away this thin-legged and clever body. Yin and Yang ghosts are clearly without naked eyes, and every corner of his body seems to be full of eyes, which is enough for him to see every inch clearly.

If it weren't for the suppression of the Tower of Babel, Leng Xiao wanted to take away the Yin and Yang Ghosts, and it would not be so easy, he could take it in a short period of time and escape to death, which can be said to be the credit of the Tower of Babel. And at this moment, he was still suppressed under the Tower of Babel, trembling.

After occupying the body of the Yin Yang Ghost, Leng Xiao's feelings about the Tower of Babel were more intuitive. This Babel Tower is clearly unusual, but it has a restraining power against yin and yang ghosts for no reason. Facing the Tower of Babel at this moment, he is like a fish without water, and he has nothing to do but wait for death.

There is still a fierce battle on the horizon, no matter who wins or loses, who bleeds and who dies, it is a battle that has no meaning from the beginning.

No one cares about a tiny insect in the weeds on the ground, and no one cares about a primordial baby that emerges from the insects. Leng Xiao lifted the Tower of Babel, and the Yin and Yang Ghost would no longer flee in all directions, and still lay quietly there. He burrowed into the shell again, relieved for a moment, free from all restraints.

On the top of the main peak, Luo Jia was fashionable and unharmed, and as soon as Luo Jia died, the disciples and elders suddenly felt a little exhausted. Compared to the side peaks, the main peak was attacked even more.

I don't know how many disciples stood silently in place, as if they were asleep, and above the heavenly spirit, there was a blue* gently flapping its wings, sucking out drop after drop of crystal clear substance with its long and narrow mouthparts.

Eleven long and sudden exertion left eleven shallow ravines on the ground. He jumped up, as tall as a bird, shuttling between the disciples of the Blue Scar Sect. Every time someone passes, a heartbroken butterfly falls.

Some disciples have not been devoured much, but have only lost some of their memories, and more disciples have become the saddest of all. There are those who make birds and beasts cry, and there are those who think they are invincible in the world and shout at others, perhaps at this moment they have become the person they yearn for in their dreams.

Who knows that becoming a bird or a beast is not a more comfortable life?

It's a pity that there are many living beings, and they are born without the right to choose, but after they are born, they can choose what kind of self they want to live.

Some disciples screamed as if they were trapped in a sea of fire, but the flame that was enough to burn their minds was light blue. In despair, there may not be dawn, but it can be said that they are lucky, and they are coming to meet Leng Xiao.

"This ...... This worm!"

"This is Elder Leng's alien worm!"

As soon as Leng Xiao entered the flock of heartfelt butterflies, he was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, only killing, and no one could resist others. The fragrance released by the Heartbreaker had no effect on him, and the Hearthopper was obviously not interested in him as a crustacean.

In this way, it was only a one-sided killing, and every time he jumped, he would take the lives of a piece of heart-wrenching butterflies and drop his body to the ground.

The three hundred and fifty-seven nine disciples of the Blue Scar Sect gradually lost their minds in the faint fragrance released by the Heartless Butterfly, their eyes became trance-like, and they turned from swords to fish, and they didn't know how many Heartless Butterflies watched. Leng Xiao tirelessly took away the lives of one heart-wrenching butterfly after another. A touch of disgust and weariness rose in his heart.

It's a good thing, or at least it proves that he's not numb yet.

Half an hour later, Xie Yunlei and Shi Lingxi rushed to the main peak, and Han Yue and Liu Yao were already awake. Except for Xie Yunlei, when these three people waved the long swords in their hands, they were all a little crazy, and they didn't know what they were venting.

Han Yue slashed hundreds of heartfelt butterflies with a sword, her fingers trembled slightly, and suddenly fell diagonally, towards Shi Lingxi's white neck. Shi Lingxi's eyes did not flash with panic, and she didn't know if she didn't care about life and death, or if her slight cultivation was not enough to resist.

"Elder Han, stop!"

Xie Yunlei's shouting did not make Han Yue stop moving. He wanted to stop him, but Liu Yao suddenly had a hideous face and blocked his steps.

The long sword slashed through Shi Lingxi's neck, making a sharp sound, bursting out with a brilliant starlight. Shi Lingxi was hit by a huge force and fell to the ground, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. A flash of hope suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she didn't know what she was hoping for. All she knew was that this worm was a cold thing.

Leng Xiao is dead, why is this insect desperately trying to protect each other? Shi Lingxi raised his eyes and looked around, as if he wanted to find something. But after a few breaths, only a trace of self-deprecation was revealed. There is a vast sea of people, and there is no one she is looking for. The cold corpse must still be lying in its place, and it was too late to collect it.

If one sword fails, Hanyue will have no chance to make a second sword. Xie Yunlei's expression was cold, and he shouted angrily: "The sect is in decline, the disciples are in danger, Han Yue, as an elder of the sect, you don't want to save the disciples, but you dare to do this cannibalistic thing!"

He turned his head: "Elder Liu, why did you stop the old man?"

In the face of his questioning, Han Yue only calmly responded with a sentence of "concubine is guilty", and Liu Yao directly did not say a word.

Shi Lingxi walked in front of the yin and yang ghost and picked it up, and the thin-legged insect that had made many people frightened only lay quietly in her hand.

She suddenly burst into tears and murmured, "Master, the disciple knows his mistake. ”