Surrounded by wolves, Shi Lingxi only felt so cold, she really wanted to find a corner, and curled up her body tightly. She subconsciously reached out and touched her neck, but only held a piece of nothingness.

Shi Lingxi looked at the person who blocked her and Mo Xiang, and asked softly: "Sister, why did those people beat you because they were wearing the same clothes as you?"

In the hands of the disciples of the White Bone Sect, the people who took the lead were all disciples who had died in the Yizimen. The movements are still agile, and the shots are still sharp, but there is no luster in the eyes.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Mo Xiang's mouth, sighed lightly, and said, "They are also asleep." ”

"Why do they become bad people when they fall asleep?"

Shi Lingxi had innocence in his eyes, but he didn't get a response for a long time. Under the constraints of his former peers, Mo Xiang retreated one after another, and left with Shi Lingxi, as if it had become an impossible thing.

She slowly tilted her head, and in the fog behind her, a figure slowly walked out.

The man, she was familiar with. She can't see it, but she recognizes it. The man was expressionless, and said lightly: "If you can't do it, Xiao will do it for you." ”

Hearing the voice, Shi Lingxi turned around suddenly, and a bright smile bloomed on her face. She broke free of Mo Xiang's palm and said in surprise: "Uncle Xiao!"

She happily ran towards Leng Xiao, who picked her up and spun around twice. She pulled the corner of Leng Xiao's clothes tightly, for fear that if she let go, Leng Xiao would suddenly disappear like before.

Leng Xiao put the heart of mountains and rivers on her neck again, combed her long hair, and said, "Uncle Xiao is back." ”

He put Shi Lingxi's hand down and said, "Close your eyes and stand here still." Uncle Xiao didn't say that he was not allowed to look when he opened his eyes. ”

She still has a pair of big eyes, with a little starlight in them, with the confusion of a teenager.

"Obedient. ”

"Lingxi will be obedient. ”

With the obstruction of the two one-word gate puppets, a young monk suddenly stabbed a sword from the oblique, Mo Xiang had already used the old move, and the ink pen in his hand fell on the wrist of one person, and it was difficult to turn back.

When the sword fell, Leng Xiao appeared beside her, and the long sword was cut one by one, and the sword in the diagonal was swept away.

A flash of blue light flashed in front of her, and the two one-word gate puppets were decapitated and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

"Thanks to the girl's rescue several times, this time, it's time to change Xiao. ”

Mo Xiang's expression seemed to be a little sad, and he shook his head lightly: "It's not poor to save you, but yourself." What kind of person you are and what kind of things you do, what kind of you will be saved and what kind of you will be given up. ”

It seems that Xiao is not a person who can be given up in the eyes of Moxiang Jushi. ”

Talking and laughing, the green light flashed, and the robe was broken.

"Why should the laymen mourn, the dead are gone, and it is a sin for them to serve the tiger after they die. ”

"Reasonable. Although Mo Xiang said this, he never made a move against the Yizimen puppet, but only directed all his anger towards the White Bone Sect monk.

The bodhisattva also has three points of fire, and the sage still has three points of killing intent.

After all, it was just the White Bone Sect cultivators who were in a hurry to refine, and most of the disciples of the dead one-word sect were not high in cultivation, and they were beheaded by Leng Xiao after only a moment, so that these people who had already died died again.

There was a void infant monk, relying on his cultivation to fall towards Shi Lingxi, even though he saw Leng Xiao rushing towards him, he didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, and didn't put Leng Xiao in his eyes.

Just looking at the cultivation shown by Leng Xiao just now, it is just an extremely ordinary realm of the first infant, even if he relies on the convenience of divine weapons and sharp weapons, how can he fill this realm gap like a moat?

When he was about to pinch Shi Lingxi Heavenly Spirit with one palm, the horned soldier had already inserted horizontally, blocking his palm. He let out a low snort, his palm kept exerting force, and in the distance, Mo Xiang only had time to say a mantra with the word "Ding".

Looking at the meaning in this person's eyes, Leng Xiao's face was always flat, and a viscous and hazy power rippled on the long sword.

The Void Infant Monk didn't put this power in his eyes at the beginning, but only blindly exerted his strength, Leng Xiao's long sword swiped, and with this person's palm, it was worthy of wiping Shi Lingxi's hair and scratching it out.

This person sneered, and every sound rumbled in Shi Lingxi's ears. Her body trembled, but she didn't move. She promised Leng Xiao that she would be obedient.

"Let Xiao take a look, you can take a few swords from Xiao!"

"Little Infant Monk, dare not be ashamed!"

He snorted coldly, and seeing that Mo Xiang was being dragged and couldn't pull away, a touch of calm suddenly appeared on his face, and the black qi in his palm surged, and at the same time, three puppets pounced towards Leng Xiao.

The ruthlessness on this person's face was confident, but when his palm was about to touch Leng Xiao, he slowly retracted, and he frowned unconsciously.

Leng Xiao knew that Mo Xiang looked at the world with his heart, much clearer than others could see with the naked eye. Therefore, he didn't dare to cast the Spring and Autumn Finger, and could only contain some time power in the sword qi.

However, it is enough.

The sharp palm of the Void Infant Monk, only a moment of effort, seemed to have gone through countless years, and the power was worn away a little.

Leng Xiao slashed a sword in his palm, bringing up a puff of blood.

There was still a trace of astonishment and confusion in this person's eyes, and he couldn't imagine that his palm not only failed to hurt Leng Xiao, but suffered a small loss.

He looked at the blood stains in his palm and exclaimed, "This is ......"

"Pick up. This person spit out two words, and was interrupted by Leng Xiao.

Before he could finish speaking, a blue light flashed in front of him again.

The dignified infant monk was defeated and retreated under Leng Xiao's hands. Even if there was a young monk who wanted to help him, he was stopped by Mo Xiang and couldn't get out.

Leng Xiao's long sword was like a thin leaf, constantly drawing Dao sword marks on the monk's hand and body, and this person fell to the ground in an instant, as if he had been killed.

Looking up, an indigo sword was already across his neck.

The man's lips twitched slightly, and there was already a thin streak of blood on his neck. A Yuan Infant flew out of it in a flash, and Leng Xiao only watched him faintly flee into the distance, and did not chase after him.

His long sword hung down to the ground, and the tip of the sword dripped down with drops of blood, and when he raised it again, it pointed at the remaining Yuanying monks.

Half an hour later, he gently pulled up Shi Lingxi's palm and walked out. Shi Lingxi's nose frowned slightly, as if choked on the unpleasant smell of blood.

She asked, "Uncle Xiao, can I open my eyes?"

"No, you can't. ”

She asked again, "Uncle Xiao, where are we going?"

Shi Lingxi closed her eyes and let Leng Xiao lead her, as if she felt a little novel, with a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Go to a safe place. ”

"Are father and mother here?" she asked, but received no answer for a long time.

The smile on her face faded, she opened her eyes, looked at Leng Xiao's side face, and cried: "Uncle Xiao, can you take Lingxi to find your father and mother?"

Leng Xiao stopped and smiled. He said, "Okay." ”

He entrusted Shi Lingxi to Mo Xiang, turned around, and walked towards the gray mist.

Shi Lingxi looked at Leng Xiao's back, not knowing what the thick fog represented, not knowing what was behind it, and not knowing why her father and mother were doing in this place that didn't seem to be fun at all.

Mo Xiang turned around, she knew everything that the little girl next to her didn't know.

In the first demon hall, a huge male lion was tied to a coiled dragon stone pillar. There were seven or eight demon cultivators under him holding him up and wrapping iron chains around him.

Looking at this mountain-like lion, someone laughed: "Everyone, fortunately, today we will taste the flesh of the famous Demon Domain's mad protector, what is it like!"

A fire was lit under the stone pillar, and the flames were so high that they burned off a piece of the hair on his back in an instant.

The male lion lowered his eyes and panted heavily, as if he was laughing, not knowing who he was laughing at.

"The demon king, his subordinates are incompetent, and he can't even catch up with the demon king's palace, so he will become a thief's meal. Brother Xiao, cherish. ”

He closed his eyes for a moment, and the shadow of Mo Xiang seemed to appear in front of him. When I opened my eyes again, I wanted to see more clearly, but all I saw was a cold stone pillar with a scorching flame below. It turned out that everything was nothing more than a dying hallucination.

When he closed his eyes again, the blur became blurry, and he hoped that the illusion would stay with him until he died. But in front of him, there was only endless darkness left.

He closed his eyes tighter for a long time, but then they loosened again.

Under the Immortal Pillar, the two parties were still fighting. On the Fallen Immortal Pillar, Shi Yao almost lost consciousness.

Leng Xiao shuttled through the fog, no one cared, but Shi Yao could spot Leng Xiao in a flash, his eyes widened, and a trace of question and anxiety flashed in his eyes.

Leng Xiao's lips moved slightly: "What should my subordinates do, please also ask the demon king to make it clear." ”

In fact, the person in front of him who was tied to the Meteorite Pillar was dead or alive, and he didn't care at all. But for some reason, he couldn't bear to let even a teardrop drop fall from that delicate girl.

"Slash Thunder. Shi Yao responded, his gaze falling on the thunder that wanted to bind him. He didn't make a sound, but Leng Xiao understood what he meant.

Lou Xifeng faced the people of Kwai Shui Dao, and suddenly laughed: "Do you really think that you have already succeeded? At this moment, the temperature of the Moxiang Monk is probably going to be completely cold!"

"Junior, do you dare to speak presumptuously?" Kwai Shuidao was clearly outside Lou Xifeng, but a water spirit appeared out of thin air in front of Lou Xifeng, and pressed a palm on Lou Xifeng's chest.

Lou Xifeng's blood spurted wildly, but he laughed wildly, and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth word by word: "Why doesn't Daoist Kwai Shui ask Lou, where are the many disciples of my White Bone Sect now?"

At this time, Ying Xiao suddenly exclaimed: "Thief, do you dare?"

The crowd was attracted by his words and looked sideways. In front of the Fallen Immortal Pillar, a figure flew high, holding a sword, and slashed down towards the thunder chain.

Ying smiled and stepped into the void, and a goshawk phantom appeared above his body, falling towards Leng Xiao's head.

Leng Xiao's sword landed on Lei Suo, and the Dao Dao Thunder suddenly flowed down the long sword to him, and he lost consciousness for a moment and fell from mid-air.

Shi Yao opened his eyes for a moment.