Suddenly a light rain fell on the sky, dripping, like a jade jade, but it was as dark as ink. It falls on the cheeks and stands in a patch.

Someone blocked it with aura, and the ink dots slowly fell, and they were painted on the top of the light curtain. Even though the country is picturesque, the beauty is like jade at the moment, but it is a few points better than this country.

Leng Xiao stood with his sword in his hand, his eyes lowered slightly, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but overflow with a hint of appreciation, and praised: "What a beautiful scene." The country is flesh and blood, and beauty is the soul and finishing touch in this painting. ”

Yiren smiled, wearing a white dress and a white ribbon tied around her eyes. The white dress is better than the snow, but it is more beautiful and gentle than the cold snowflakes.

The ribbon is as thin as silk, and you can vaguely see a touch of light green eyebrows reflected behind it, just like the peak of the gathering peak at the end of the hazy distance in the distance, and it is not as good as this eyebrow peak.

The two stood opposite each other, and Leng Xiao felt a dull look from behind this ribbon, like a gaze, like a smile, and like a feeling from the heart. From beginning to end, Mo Xiang's expression did not change at all.

Her lips and teeth opened lightly, and she said slowly: "It's useless to please the poor Dao, the poor Dao is here to save you," she turned around, faced the thousands of monks, and faced one of the figures, her words were cold, "The white bone will be the west wind of the building, don't come to harm." ”

Although her eyes are blind, her heart is like a mirror, and where her face goes, she takes in the whole world under her eyes, every grass and tree, every flower and stone, and this bright and beautiful stream.

Following Mo Xiang's direction, Leng Xiao set his gaze on a demon cultivator who was dressed in extremely ordinary clothes. This person is not conspicuous, and his cultivation is no more than Jindan. But after Mo Xiang pointed it out, he smiled faintly, and his cultivation climbed rapidly, and after a while, he stopped in the realm of virtual infants.

Beside Lou Xifeng, there were more than a dozen people standing faintly with him as the main body, with a cold expression and no trace of brilliance in their eyes. Fang Cai didn't notice it, but when he looked up at this moment, these dozen people were all pale and without a trace of life, like more than a dozen corpses.

As Mo Xiang fell, thousands of people stopped the offensive for a while, and at this moment, they all shook their aura, scattered the ink spots, and returned the clarity in front of them.

Mo Xiang suddenly waved her long sleeves, and a faint glow escaped from her fingertips, falling in all corners of heaven and earth, as if scattering beans into soldiers, quickly taking root and sprouting.

"Raw. ”

As soon as she said her true word, the sprout grew into a towering tree, turning the flat land into a dense forest.

"Now. ”

When her words came out again, a fruit came out of every tree, and the fruit flashed and bloomed on the ground, and a figure came out of it.

This forest surrounds a circle, almost surrounding thousands of demon cultivators, especially the few key points near the west wind of the building, which are almost impermeable.

Lou Xifeng's complexion changed slightly, the root of his teeth was bitten, his eyes showed a fierce color, and the corner of his mouth showed a sharp tooth like a wolf's tooth and a tiger's tooth.

He shouted: "This is the thousand-mile movement technique of the one-word gate, you guys quickly stop it and destroy that tree!"

I saw him wave his big hand, and a dozen monks beside him suddenly rushed towards a nearby tree. The fruit on the tree had just begun to bear fruit, and it was a little green, and it had been torn to pieces by the dozen or so people.

When the fruit hangs, it is so full that it seems to be overflowing with juice after only one bite, but when it is torn, it is like a rag, only a few thin pieces, and the light falls to the ground dimly.

Destroying the fruit, these dozen people are still not enough, and they keep beating on the trunk with their bare hands, this mortal body is like gold and iron at this moment, every time it falls, it can bring up a piece of debris on the trunk, and only two breaths can cut off a tree.

Lou Xifeng's fingertips dissipated aura, forming more than a dozen silk threads that seemed to be nothing, closely linking the dozen people with him, like a marionette played by mortals.

The dozen or so monks remained expressionless, more indifferent than the wood. After connecting with the west wind of the building, it becomes orderly when it acts again, and the person is the same as the cooperation.

Leng Xiao was a little vigilant in his heart, and muttered: "The White Bone Sect puppet technique." "There are puppets by their side, and one White Bone Sect monk can rival several monks of the same realm.

There is a powerful person of the White Bone Sect, who controls thousands of armies with one force, and it is said that hundreds of years ago, once dominated the five domains, and no one could match it. It's a pity that he was single-minded, and in the end he failed to keep his heart and became a madman.

Since then, the White Bone Sect monks have generally used no more than two or three puppets, and they are even more handy when they are controlled like an arm and a finger. It is rare for a person like Lou Xifeng to control more than a dozen puppets with all his might.

Puppets are divided into living puppets, dead puppets, and bone puppets, each with its own advantages and disadvantages, and there is no distinction between upper and lower, all of which are controlled by individuals. And the dozen or so people controlled by Lou Xifeng should be dead puppets.

The so-called death puppet is made from a corpse that is not only a moment or three minutes after death. Those who are subtle in refining puppets can make puppets exert more than ninety percent of their strength before birth, which is terrifying.

When Lou Xifeng was operating, there were also people with similar means around, and the puppets used were all dead puppets.

There are Sword Pavilion monks, whose sword qi is vertical and horizontal, chopping trees like chopping wood. There are also demon cultivators with rough personalities, who want to uproot trees between the surging aura.

"Raw. ”

As soon as Mo Xiang's mantra fell, the trees that had been cut off once again pulled out new shoots and grew into vigorous appearance again. The demon cultivator who wanted to uproot the trees before secretly praised himself for being wise.

Who knows that the loess is flying, this tree is intertwined, I don't know how deep into the ground, it can't be dug through at all. If the roots of the tree are discarded piece by piece, more time will be wasted.

Lou Xifeng didn't squint, as if he was preoccupied with logging, but Leng Xiao's eyes flashed slightly, and he saw that among the dozen puppets controlled by Lou Xifeng, there seemed to be two or three people missing.

Although the trees are luxuriant, and it is difficult to distinguish the traces of people, the two or three people who are the tallest have not appeared for a long time.

Leng Xiao suddenly gave Mo Xiang a word of advice: "Monk Mo Xiang, be careful. ”

"Thanks for the reminder. Her voice was very quiet, and she didn't seem to pay attention to Leng Xiao's advice at all.

In this regard, Leng Xiao didn't care, just smiled. The blind painting girl on the shore of the East China Sea is no longer the same person as the Moxiang monk in front of her. The former draws the strokes, and the latter paints the immortals.

It was only ten breaths after Leng Xiao's reminder that a leopard and a tiger suddenly sprang out from Lin Mujian, the former was extremely fast, and the latter was extremely fierce.

The two of them were in a flanking attack, one after the other, blocking Mo Xiang in the middle. Mo Xiang only raised his hand and tapped it, his teeth showed, and he spit out a word: "Ding." ”

This leopard and tiger were really fixed in mid-air, like ice sculptures. After a breath of condensation, the two beasts slowly regained their strength to move, but it was extremely slow, and their previous strength was discharged, and they fell from mid-air.

"Obvious. ”

As Mo Xiang's mantra fell, the two beasts rolled around on the ground, and they had already turned into two men with blank expressions.

The two men only paused for a moment, and then rushed towards Mo Xiang faster. There was a fruit next to it that fell to the ground, and the light flashed, and out of it came a man dressed in white and gold-rimmed Taoist robes, who was none other than a monk of the Yizi Sect.

But before he could help Mo Xiang, he was immediately entangled and couldn't get out for a while.

In the distance, Lou Xifeng shouted loudly: "Capture the thief first to capture the king, beat the snake and hit the seven inches, that woman is the key!"

As soon as he mentioned it, someone with profound cultivation immediately rushed towards Mo Xiang. There is a real infant monk, who takes the lead. Don't look at his cultivation well, but he used all the tricks of the next three indiscriminate, opened and closed his hands up and down, and probed towards the middle and perineal points of Moxiang's breasts.

Mo Xiang's face was always plain, and he didn't eat the fireworks of the world, but his shot suddenly became a little sharper.

I saw a paintbrush appear in her hand, lightly dotting the ink. One point is "fixed", two points are "stagnation", three points are "injury", four points are "broken", and five points are "broken". Five points were pointed out in a row, and the body of the obscene infant monk trembled again and again, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth for no reason.

Rao is like this, not only did he not stop, but his eyes became more and more excited, and the corners of his mouth were glowing with a hint of hideousness.

Just as Mo Xiang was focusing on this person, a huge snake head suddenly poked out from a tree behind her, among the branches and leaves.

The size of a snake's head is comparable to a human head, who knows how fast it moves, like a thunderbolt rising suddenly, and it can't cover its ears, and it suddenly appears on the back of Mo Xiang's neck, opening a big mouth.

The scarlet letter spewed out, bringing a chill with it.

Seeing that the two shiny snake teeth had already penetrated the delicate fluff on Mo Xiang's neck, a word came out of her mouth in a low voice: "Now." ”

A hundred zhang away, a tree bears fruit in an instant, falls in an instant, and after blooming, Mo Xiang's figure is revealed.

Where she had been standing before, there was a sudden terrible scream, and when she looked up, it was the obscene monk who had been bitten by a giant snake on the palm of his hand.

This giant snake's cultivation is nothing more than a virtual baby, and that obscene monk has a real infant cultivation anyway, so he won't be so unbearable. Between the surge of spiritual energy, his arm was like a stone, and the two snake teeth only pierced a point before he had time to react, and it was difficult to move a single bit.

He punched the giant snake in the head with his other hand, directly breaking the two snake teeth of the giant snake on his wrist. After pulling out the snake's fangs, the man poked out two fingers and slashed all the way from his shoulder to the bite mark, forcing out a pool of black, foul blood.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly a human voice came from behind him, and it was very close, and a seemingly nonexistent snort spat on his neck, like the wind of the Nine Shadows, making him shudder for no reason.

"Do you think you'll be able to force out the snake venom in this way?"

"Who!"

He screamed, turned around suddenly, and suddenly felt alarmed in his heart, as if a conditioned reflex reached out a hand, across his chest, his five fingers were closed, and the opponent's punch was stopped in the palm of his hand.

This person couldn't help but let out a sneer and said, "Even with you, dare to sneak attack Yu?"

As he laughed, the person whose fist was still in his hand also showed a cold smile, and slowly counted: "One, two, three......"

When he counted to three, the lewd-looking man suddenly burst into cheeks and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. The blood was black and stinking, and it was the same as what he had just forced.

"You...... Lou West Wind!"

He only had time to say the four words, then he was speechless, lost his breath, from his wrist, his blood quickly coagulated, his face became the color of purple, and his eyes turned up, revealing only a half-pale color of fish belly.

Lou Xifeng raised his sleeves slightly, blocking all the dirty blood that this person spewed. His hand was still only held, because the other party could no longer let go.

A giant snake swam up to him and turned into a man with a fine build.

"Okay, the lost harvest of mulberry elm in the east corner is worth the trip. Lou Xifeng chuckled lightly, waved his hand slightly, and the fine man lifted the body of the obscene monk, and the two of them had the intention of leaving the battle circle.

Mo Xiang looked at each other from afar, holding a transmission note in his hand: "Uncle Zhang, Uncle Li, Lou Xifeng is heading south, he has a complete corpse of a real infant monk in his hand, be sure to stop him!"

Her eyes were solemn, and she knew in her heart that if she really asked Lou Xifeng to refine this corpse into a puppet, she was afraid that under distraction, Lou Xifeng would be able to run rampant.

Her eyes fell on the place where Fang Leng Xiao was standing, but at this moment, there were only a few mottled bloodstains, and there was no one in sight. Without saying a word, she looked away and dealt with the other White Bone Cult monks.

Just now, her life hung by a thread, but Leng Xiao had long since fled to where she had fled and lost her whereabouts.

She wanted to chase after Lou Xifeng, but there were dozens of White Bone Sect monks in the crowd, and with a light gesture of raising her hand, she put the person who had already been lying down back on her feet, although it was only a temporary act, embarrassing and useful, but it was also a great trouble at the moment.

There was a group of people who looked like soldiers were surrounded by more than a dozen people, two or three living people, and more than ten puppets. In a flash, he was cornered.

Seeing that more than a dozen attacks fell at once, he shouted in a low voice: "Protection!" His face was serious, but at this moment, he couldn't help but turn a little pale, overflowing with a faint sense of fear.

A weak aura shield rose up on his body, and when it touched the dozen or so attacks, it made a tooth-aching sound, but it was not broken after all.

Not far away, Mo Xiang'er pointed to the sky, his face was slightly pale, and he said seven words of "protection" in a row, so that he could protect the disciples of this word.

When the disciple raised his eyes, he saw Mo Xiang, and his eyes showed a hint of gratitude and hope. But under his gaze, Mo Xiang's body suddenly trembled, his lips and teeth turned red, and blood gathered from the corners of his mouth, dripping on the white dress.

The layer of aura protection outside his body was broken in an instant, and before he could react, he was already torn into several pieces by the sharp light. Blood splattered everywhere, and he walked away without pain.

Mo Xiang suddenly coughed lightly, showing a bit of sadness, and his ten fingers were clenched so tightly that he almost broke the brush in his hand. Two figures appeared beside her, and said hurriedly: "Senior Sister Moxiang, I am outnumbered by the enemy, and the senior brothers are about to be unable to hold on!"

The two of them had a tired look on their faces, and their robes had been dyed blood-red, revealing a sense of evil. The wooden sword in his hand has long been mottled and rotten, and the blood flows on it, like a long sword crying blood, which is both desolate and helpless.

Mo Xiang immediately sighed lightly and said, "The master and the head of the sect have already followed the trail, and they are bound to stop the conspiracy of the old man who is withered. We've done our best to retreat. ”

When the two of them received the order, they hurriedly bowed down and retreated, wandering around the battle circle, spreading messages among the disciples. A large area of forest decayed in an instant, and the disciples of the Yizi Sect disappeared into this world with this forest.