Without waiting for Leng Xiao to answer, Shi Madness broke away from Leng Xiao and walked towards the woman alone. faltering, as if he was a toddler, so immature and stubborn, leaving his entire back to Leng Xiao.

The jade pendant in Leng Xiao's hand, one yin and one yang, has the same appearance, but it is diametrically opposite, he and Han Yue each hold one of them. The teacher is fortunate to see the second.

He stepped forward quickly and mixed up with the teacher's madness: "The teacher protector is injured, so don't be strong." ”

When the teacher heard this, he suddenly laughed, and kept making a sound, not high, but a little crazy. It wasn't until tears of laughter appeared in his eyes that he stopped.

"I can't imagine that Shi Mou will become a reckless man even walking one day. It's okay, it's not strong. ”

The two walked up to the woman and stood still. Blind woman, Mo Xiang. Just like the dress when I first saw it, it was as simple and elegant as when I first saw it, and it was as simple and elegant as when I first saw it.

There were still two men in the painting, one of them was cleanly dressed and not messy at all, and the other was ragged and covered in blood.

Seeing this, Shi Mad couldn't help laughing, and said: "Girl's wonderful brush, in this painting, there is a certain three points of power and three points of domineering!"

The woman smiled, just smiled. No lip covering, no shyness, no pretentiousness, no artificiality. She said: "The concubine's body painting skills are clumsy, and the son laughs." ”

Shi Madness's face was half embarrassed, and he said: "A certain person is just a rough man, where can he afford to be called 'Son'!"

Suddenly, he looked at the drawing paper again, sighed lightly, raised his hand and pointed, and said, "Under the girl's paper painting scroll, there is another overlapping paper, I don't know what I painted?"

Mo Xiang said: "A blank piece of paper. ”

"I wonder if you can let me take a look at it next?"

"There's not much to see. ”

"What's the point of seeing? Let the paper be soaked through, and you can still print a certain point of might. Shi madness quipped.

Mo Xiang didn't laugh because of this, the look on his face was much colder. She spit out a few words softly, if it was the end of spring when she smiled lightly, and the breeze was just right, then when she spit out these words, it would suddenly become a winter day, and the wind was cold.

"Childe really wants to see it?"

"Girl, don't be ashamed, let someone reward. Seeing this, Shi Madness had already uncovered a piece of drawing paper on top of it.

The two pieces of paper were almost close together, and they were tightly sealed, but they were seen by the teacher at a glance. Revealing a scroll of paper below, he was silent.

"It's a blank piece of paper, and there's really nothing to see. ”

He smiled, Mo Xiang smiled, Leng Xiao smiled, and the three of them laughed together.

On this picture scroll, there is a picture of the two people ambushing, blood spattered on the bookcase, stained with red and green grass.

Mo Xiang put the brush on the pen pillow, and spat out a faint fragrance between his lips and teeth, but these words were not very pleasing. She said: "When a blank piece of paper comes into your eyes, it is no longer a blank piece of paper." ”

As soon as the words fell, the woman disappeared and slowly dissipated like a floating dream.

Whether it is Leng Xiao or Shi Maniac, if you are willing, you will have time to grasp this wisp of dream and hold her tightly in your hands. But they all chose to give up and let her go.

The bookcase is still there, the pen and ink are still there, and the rice paper is still there, but the picture on the paper is empty, and it is really a blank piece of paper.

If heaven and earth are an hourglass, Leng Xiao and Shi Mad are the sand in the hourglass, and after all the sand in front of them falls, it will be their turn, and finally become the picture above the rice paper.

It was not Mo Xiang who painted that picture, but them.

Look around, the tree is not a tree, and the grass is not grass. That flower is more beautiful than human blood, and that person is more charming than a delicate flower.

The woman is still the same woman, and her eyes are still closed. It's just that she has a dress, but she has changed into a Taoist robe, which seems to be fairy-winded, not vulgar, but dusty.

"Poor Dao Northern Regions one-word monk, Moxiang. ”

"It turned out to be a monk of Moxiang. Leng Xiao greeted.

The teacher who originally claimed to be flustered, but at this time he stopped speaking, and was as silent as the sea.

He suddenly raised his head and said, "There are two kinds of Taoists in Su Daomen, one of them regards demons as people and pays attention to the equality of all beings; It seems that Moxiang is the second type. ”

Mo Xiang didn't speak, but he proved it with his actions.

The surrounding mangroves, every grass and tree, have all turned into soldiers, some of them are fake soldiers of Taoism, and some are hidden by real people.

There are no less than thirty people in Taoist robes. All of them are not weak, and they have a righteous face, as if as long as these thirty people are, they are where the righteousness of heaven and earth is.

In terms of cultivation, Mo Xiang is not the most among these thirty people, and her cultivation is only similar to Leng Xiao. It's just that her prestige is not bad, and these thirty people are faintly looking at their horses.

Leng Xiao laughed and said, "Master Protector, are you still flustered?"

The corners of Shi Mad's mouth flashed with a sneering arc, and he smiled faintly: "Panic." ”

Between the words, he had suddenly turned into his body, the size of a lion, as tall as three people. A red mane, sparkling like a fire. I saw him jump, and on the top of everyone, there was a bit of a tendency to cover the sky and the sun.

At this moment, I heard him say: "The Demon Domain Demon King Shi Yao's protector is crazy, and I also ask you Dao Masters to give advice!"

"Protector Xiao under the Demon Throne of the Demon Domain, please advise!"

The teacher is already crazy, how can Leng Xiao look at it coldly? The direction he is going in is the same road as the teacher madness.

The four realms of Taoism, believers, laymen, Taoist priests, and mages. Among these thirty people, most of them are only Jindan cultivators, and they have reached the position of believers.

And the madness of the teacher is a believer.

This believer's face was plain, and he had the momentum of a landslide in front of him without changing his face. But the horror in the depths of his eyes could not be concealed.

"Definitely!"

The believer let out a low cry and stretched out two fingers forward, pointing directly at the madman. I saw a spiritual light burst out from his fingertips, and hit the teacher madness impartially.

At the same time, several believers around him also shouted the mantra of the word "Ding" at the same time, and several spiritual lights fell on Shi Mad in an instant.

The huge size of the teacher madness seemed to bluff people, and when he was raised by these believers, his body really stagnated in mid-air. I saw that his body struggled violently, as if breaking free from a thin layer of ice, and there was a faint sound of shattering.

"Hurt!"

The believer bent his fingers a little again, and the golden light on his fingertips was revealed, brilliant and scorching, and the word "injury" actually made the old wound of the teacher maniac crack, and he endured the pain of eroding bones for a moment.

As the mantra came to fruition, a palpable gleam of joy in the depths of the believer's eyes dispelled all the horror of the past. This so-called Demon King Protector, the realm of the Void Baby, is no match for him as a little believer!

That Dharma protector is in vain, I'm afraid it's not the world's false rumors?

The surrounding believers and laymen spoke at the same time, and their sleeves did not move, and there was a murderous aura coming to them. Leng Xiao's figure appeared in front of Shi Mad for a moment, the five fingers of his right hand were wide open, his fingers were rotated, and when he clenched it again, he already held an indigo long sword in his palm.

The green light on the sword body flashed, fast as lightning, fierce as thunder, the sword body was smooth as a mirror, and the spiritual light disappeared before a few spiritual lights.

Although the aura is faint, there is a force on the sword body that climbs up like a spiritual snake, hissing and spitting letters, sharp teeth and cold. With a smack of his wrist, the horned soldier let out a humming sound, easily dispersing the power.

Shi fell to the ground wildly, his body fell together, and the hot breath exhaled from the tip of his nose could even blow away a piece of dust. Even if he fell, he was like a hill.

One of his front paws shook slightly, as if he wanted to roll over and stand up, but it seemed so difficult, while the other front paw was already unable to move. Underneath him, it was already red, and the blood stained it became a shallow.

Leng Xiao held his sword against the enemy, glanced at him, and said, "If the teacher protector does not return to the human body, Xiao is afraid that he will not be able to carry you." ”

The corners of Shi Mad's mouth drooped, and he laughed twice. He was so badly injured that it was extremely difficult to even turn back into a human body.

He was huge, and his cold body shone like a star, and it was already difficult to move around him.

Among these more than 30 Dao people, there are seven Yuan Infants, and those who have cultivated to be the strongest are only in the realm of the first infants. But this one person alone is not Leng Xiao's opponent, let alone seven, let alone thirty.

Mo Xiang suddenly took the pen and waved, and the heaven and the earth became his picture scroll, only on this picture scroll, there were already living beings.

And what she did was to make the object in the painting become what she had in mind.

Perhaps, not far off.

She can't see the strokes, but she can trace them in detail, and they are exactly the same.

Every stroke fell, like a sharp long sword, slashing Leng Xiao one after another.

And the other six Yuanying Cultivators, not so much to participate in the war, but just to surround Leng Xiao and the two of them, not to let them escape.

As for those believers, there are despicable people who deliberately shoot at the teacher, so that Leng Xiao's heart is weak. On the solid body of the teacher, in addition to the old wounds that bloomed, new injuries were still being added.

Leng Xiao's cloak is emanated, the demonic aura is vertical and horizontal, and he has a single sword in one hand, facing the enemy in his belly and back. He must not reveal the sword moves of the Blue Mark Sect, and the sword qi of the Tibetan Blade must not be revealed either.

Once such a famous sword move is revealed, it will definitely be seen through.

Therefore, he can only slash horizontally and vertically, and he can also go smoothly, which is quite a bit of a return to the basics.

His steps were wrong, his body was like an illusion, and the mantras of several believers were easily avoided by him, and he disappeared into nothingness. When he reappeared, he had already appeared before a believer.

The believer looked shocked, even though he was only a foot away from Leng Xiao, but he was afraid that he would not be hit, a mantra with the word "waste" was not aimed at Leng Xiao, but towards the teacher's madness.

Leng Xiao stretched out his arm and grasped the mantra in his hand. Suddenly, one of the meridians of his left arm was stagnant, and he suddenly went limp, like a dough of flour, hanging at his side.

But the horned soldier in his right hand appeared before the believer.

The rest, even if they try to stop it, it is too late. But it was a plan to encircle the east and save the west, and I didn't know how many mantras fell towards the division.

The light in Leng Xiao's eyes was slightly cleansed, and his body was like a ripple in the water waves. The ripples dissipated, and the people were gone.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of Shi Mad, and a phantom of Yuan Ying appeared behind him, and the same long sword was waved, facing the mantra like raindrops, and several sword qi suddenly slanted out from the horned soldiers, sealing all the retreats of the believer.