Dozens of Yuan Infant Cultivators fought bloodily, but Leng Xiao was cultivating in the distance as if no one was around. Don't say that those Yuanying monks, even the rest of the Jindan monks, also have strange faces.

"Brother Xiao is really diligent, if he is only free for three years, how can he be worthy of this diligence?"

"Three years later, let's talk about it three years later. ”

When Jiao Fei heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "I'm afraid that after three years, a certain person has already abandoned Brother Xiao." The emperor is alone, and the princes and generals are too many. ”

"The birds are not finished, and the good bow is not hidden. ”

Two hours later, the lion and tiger spirit beast was already a little overwhelmed, and the eyes of many monks flashed brightly, the inner pill of this real infant spirit beast was a treasure, if it could be refined, the cultivation should go further.

As soon as he thought of this, the monks in the hand were already a little reserved, plotting against this spirit beast Neidan in their hearts. Don't say that Neidan, it is the skin, fur, bones and teeth of this spirit beast, which are all excellent things for refining spirit treasures.

Who knew that at this moment, the spirit beast suddenly lowered its head and swallowed a cluster of purple and red flowers in one gulp, and the aura in its body became restless, revealing a fierce color in its eyes.

One person swung down the long sword, but he was swallowed by this spirit beast, and even the human sword was swallowed.

It resisted the attacks of dozens of people, its throat rolled for a moment, and then it stopped moving, and after dozens of breaths, it suddenly spat out a ball of iron, but it was a long sword that was chewed into a ball by it.

And the purple and red flowers that were gnawed away by it before broke through the ground again to make up for the vacancy.

After that, every moment after that, this lion and tiger spirit beast would nibble on a cluster of flowers, and the spiritual energy in its body would quickly fill. When the monk's elixir is exhausted, but this purple and red flower is endless, how to fight against it!

Under the rapid change in the faces of many monks, many people started to cut down this flower, but this purple and red flower, whenever it withered, bloomed in an instant.

Seeing that this spirit beast was entangled by other monks, Peach's body suddenly moved, and she suddenly drilled towards the hole. There are many people who think the same way as him.

In an instant, no less than ten people broke in, all of whom were top-notch cultivators. The people on the ground, the pressure has increased sharply, and most of them are infant monks, and they are no longer opponents of spirit beasts.

The spirit beast suddenly went berserk and suddenly swept several people away.

Just when everyone was panicked, this spirit beast did not pursue, but roared towards the cave, not knowing what was in this cave, so that it cared so much.

Jiao Fei once said that this is the tomb of the dragon.

And the dozens of monks on the ground looked at each other in pairs and threes, and then they also fell towards the cave.

At this moment, it was a place where the aura was whistling and the shouts were rumbling, but it was momentarily lonely.

The little ten people looked at each other, and Jiao Fei immediately took the lead and fell towards the hole. When he saw someone on the head, he immediately followed.

When the people were finished, Leng Xiao was the only one left on the ground.

He didn't covet the so-called treasures in this cave, but he was just thinking about what choice he should make if it was really full of spiritual mist, refining or destroying it.

And the Peach Blossom Pill he took back then was not refined by the living, what is he tabooing now?

He reached out and gently stroked a purple-red flower, and a starry pollen sprinkled from the petals. When it falls on your hand, it seems to reflect a starry sky.

Leng Xiao closed his eyes, and a throbbing suddenly rose in his heart.

He could feel the purple and red flower slowly withering in his hand, as if the white paper was dyed with fire, and every inch was destroyed and decayed.

Scattered into mud and become nutrients for those who come after them, and new flowers will grow in the ground.

His mind shifted to the edge of the stone gate with the earth, and the realm in front of him was like an abyss. And the flowers on the edge of the abyss are more gorgeous than the others.

His mind flowed like water, and he walked through an inch of land, climbed the back mountain, and passed through the cemetery. The cemetery has long been decorated with flowers, and it is endless.

As he continued upward, the forest was so deep that as long as he went back to the mountain, a herd of beasts would rush and disperse the man.

But at this moment, under his detection, the whole forest was empty.

Only on the top of the mountain, there is an additional altar, and on the altar, there is a figure sitting upright, dragon red.

Taking this picture into his eyes, Leng Xiao's thoughts did not linger for a moment, because he was not a little surprised in his heart, and even had a feeling that it was really so.

This land stretches for an unknown amount of time, and the speed at which his thoughts spread is probably beyond the reach of even a distracted monk. He didn't finish the seven nights of Canglong, but only walked the third, and he was already a little tired, and his follow-up was weak.

In addition to this dragon's eye, he walked through the horns, the horns, and the horns. In these three places, there is an altar, there is also a stone door, and there is also a spirit beast, although the spirit beasts are different, there are also countless monks fighting.

Where the horns were, there were thousands of monks, and the battle with the spirit beast was in full swing. And where Kang and Di are, the number of monks is not more than tens of thousands, the spirit beast has already been killed, Neidan does not know who fell into the hands of whom, it is all a battle between monks, and people enter the stone gate every moment.

Leng Xiao slowly opened his eyes, in comparison, the number of people in this dragon eye is the least, and compared to the other seven nights, what does this dragon eye represent?

When he raised his eyes again, Huo Ran found that the stone gate was long gone, and the village had changed back to its most primitive size, with houses next to each other, and suddenly seemed extremely narrow.

If it weren't for the lingering of this rich bloody atmosphere, I am afraid that people would mistakenly think that this was just a dream.

Leng Xiao took a few steps forward, pulled out his long sword, and stabbed it heavily on the ground, the long sword easily sank into the handle, and he lifted a piece of loess, under the ground, there was no stone gate or spiritual mist at all.

He seemed to feel something in his heart, and he couldn't help the long sword to cut down again and again, and the loess flew for a while, so he dug for half an hour, and he didn't know how many zhang he went underground.

Even by the light of the stars, the cave was pitch black, and there was not a trace to be seen.

At this moment, Leng Xiao suddenly paused, his fingers twisted lightly, and a cluster of flames lit up between his fingers, illuminating the darkness into a small area.

But he saw that the person in front of him was Jiao Fei, who had told him about his ambitions before.

At this moment, the smile on his face was still there, but it was silent. The body was stiff and cold, and he had been dead for a long time.

The reason why Leng Xiao refused Jiao Fei was because he wanted to capture the past so that he could grasp some of the initiative, but at this moment, he didn't have to think about everything.

He looked away from Jiao Fei, looked at the firelight, lifted up pieces of dust, and there were corpses all around, and the more than a thousand people should be counted here.

He took the trouble to open the corpses one by one, but he didn't know how long it took, but he didn't find the one he was looking for.

He looked up, and by the light of the stars, at the edge of the pit stood a woman.

Leng Xiao finally extinguished the flame in his hand, flew up, and looked at the woman oppositely.

The woman smiled: "Engong, the world is so big, you and I have met again, and the fate of you and me is really not shallow." ”

Leng Xiao looked at the woman in front of her, and the woman's face had lost its initial weakness and timidity, and it was a little more indifferent and arrogant.

"Girl, good means. ”

She glanced at Leng Xiao deeply, her smile gradually retracted, and said, "If Engong really breaks into that stone gate, you and I will not see each other again." Fortunately, Eun Gong is really different from others. ”

Leng Xiao smiled silently, it's different, what's the difference? It's just that everyone else has thoughts in their hearts, and in his heart, there is more confusion.

He could feel the faint demonic aura emanating from the woman's body, he looked at the flowers on the ground, and said, "Dragon, red." ”

The woman suddenly smiled and said, "Once, the concubine body was one of the red flowers, the dragon tomb, the red flower, the dragon red. ”

"Xu is a fate of chance. ”

Leng Xiao looked up at the sky, the sky was suddenly dark, and it was the eighth night that gradually converged the divine light. The Seven Nights of the Dragon are just the Seven Nights.

This eighth night is the dragon red, the dove occupies the magpie's nest, and uses the dragon to achieve itself.

"It's a pity that I ran a few of the strongest, otherwise, the concubine body can improve some more cultivation. ”

She smiled brightly, as if she was just talking about an ordinary thing, and the water in her eyes was flowing, and Ying Ying looked at Leng Xiao.

She bowed her head in Leng Xiao's ear, and said angrily: "Engong, the next life is too long, how about the concubine make cattle and horses for Engong in this life?" As long as Engong likes it, you can do anything." ”

Leng Xiao moved his head away a little, withdrew two steps to the side, glanced at the woman, and said, "Leng originally thought that human nature is not so easy to change. ”

The woman immediately covered her mouth and smiled, and the waves on her chest were turbulent. Her eyes sparkled, and she took a few steps closer and said, "How do you know that the nature of the concubine is not like this?"

Leng Xiao looked at him for a long time, never saying a word, his eyes were cold and calm.

The woman suddenly restrained her smile, took a few steps back, and looked sideways at the ground.

The purple and red flowers all over the place suddenly turned into stars in the sky, like fireflies under the moon, slowly dissipating.

She said, "You go." ”

"Farewell. ”

The woman's hands were stained with the blood of thousands of people, many of whom were kind, Leng Xiao was a righteous monk, and he should have killed this female demon, but at this moment, he could only spit out these two words and turned away.

He walked all the way to the entrance of the village, and his steps paused. There was a smooth road in front of him, and this time, he should not be teleported back to the village.

But at this moment, he turned around suddenly, and the long sword was horizontal, and the long sword, which had a gap, made a crisp sound, and it was cut in two.

Leng Xiao held the broken sword tightly in his hand, and his body flew out like a broken paper kite, and after all, he was out of the village.

He fell heavily to the ground, spurting out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his broken sword was on the ground, holding himself up.

He looked at the person who came calmly, but the person who came, but a trace of disappointment and sigh flashed in his eyes.

The woman moved lightly, walked to Leng Xiao, with a little annoyance on her face, and said: "Engong's life-saving grace, the concubine has nothing to repay, but to let Engong die quietly and easily." ”

"Ke Engong, why don't you give your concubine a chance to repay your kindness?"

"Why did the girl rush to kill them all?" Leng Xiao broke his sword and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The woman leaned over slightly, exuding Yuanying cultivation, the corners of her mouth flashed a light smile, and her eyes were like silk: "Are you begging me?"

"Yes. ”