After the heaven and earth returned to calm, some people sat on the ground to heal their wounds, and some people wandered among the many corpses, and the corpses of the disciples of the Yizi Sect were found alone.

Placing the still intact corpse on the ground, I saw that a trace of spiritual energy silk escaped from someone's fingertips, piercing into the corpse like a needle, entering and exiting frequently, as if carefully embroidering a delicate rag doll.

When the aura permeated every meridian of the corpse, it was already dead, and suddenly stood up straight from the ground, with an indifferent expression, silently bowing its head.

The corners of the White Bone Sect's disciples couldn't help but show a strange smile, and they smiled: "I don't know if those bull noses can still do it when they see their former peers?"

As early as the beginning of the scuffle, Leng Xiao had already taken the opportunity to leave. What is the use of him if he stays?

Leng Xiao concealed his figure, and quietly left with the help of the previous time when the forest was thick. At first, all eyes were on him, but at the end, no one noticed him.

And all this, whether intentional or coincidental, after all, it was Mo Xiang who saved his life.

"The second time. Leng Xiao sighed lightly, the last thing he wanted in his heart was to accept the feelings of others. It's easy to admit it, but it's hard to repay it.

He quickly walked towards the valley, passing through small bridges and flowing water, and willows, but they were all dyed with a light layer of blood, exuding a greasy bloody atmosphere.

Outside the valley, Leng Xiao suddenly stopped, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he didn't dare to raise his feet. He took a deep breath, and it was as if he had arrived in another world, the air was incomparably fresh, and the sky was as blue as a wash.

Leng Xiao raised his eyebrows a little, and stepped in.

The two mountain walls gradually opened up, and his state of mind also opened up a lot. No matter how slaughtered the outside world, the air in this valley is always fresh, and the color of this valley is always better than snow.

"Lingxi!" he called out in a loud voice.

Looking around, there was a vast white expanse in front of him, flying all over the sky, as if he felt his breath, spinning and dancing with him.

His call never received a single response. He was a little panicked and a little dull in his heart for no reason, until he searched the entire valley, and he found no trace of Shi Lingxi.

Leng Xiao stood in the corner of the valley, his nose fluttering slightly, and he pushed the rhizome of the grass away, revealing the two drops of blood that had dried up below.

He raised his hand and touched it lightly, but his fingertips were not stained. The blood was already dry, and it had lost its breath. When Shi Yao sent him a message, it was half a month ago.

"It's too late...... Leng Xiao muttered, as if he was laughing, but his body suddenly exuded a boundless evil aura. The horned soldiers appeared because of the thoughts, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, making bursts of buzzing sounds.

For a long time, he held the horned soldier tightly, and all the aura was constricted, only his unrestrained demonic aura gently rippled.

Large swaths of them were torn to pieces by his escaping sword qi, and the earth splattered, and the roots and stems were scattered all over the ground. He gasped for a few moments, closed his eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry." ”

The wild dances because of him all fell on their rhizomes, trembling, and a trace of repulsion rose in the face of him.

Leng Xiao sighed lightly and walked towards the outside of the valley, not knowing where to go for a while, and his heart was full of confusion.

He suddenly raised his head, and a man with a gloomy face slowly walked in the distance, followed by a dozen figures.

Seeing Leng Xiao from afar, the man couldn't help but laugh lightly, and said in a solemn tone: "Demon King Shi Yao's throne protects the Fa Xiao." It seems that you and I are really fated, since we are so fateful, Lou will give you a ride with my own hands. ”

I saw Lou Xi's robe dancing for a moment, and his body appeared like a phantom next to Leng Xiao in an instant, and suddenly slapped a palm towards Leng Xiao.

This palm was mediocre, but the aura exploded in an instant. As soon as Leng Xiao's long sword was raised, the palm of his hand was imprinted on the sword body, and it was pressed on Leng Xiao's chest through the long sword, and Leng Xiao was suddenly knocked out and fell heavily on the mountain wall in the distance.

Leng Xiao fell straight to the ground, a trace of red blood was printed on his pale lips, and the long sword lightly stabbed the ground, supporting his body.

His eyes fell to the ground, and he never looked at Lou Xifeng. The strength of the other party is far beyond what he can contend with.

Lou Xifeng stepped forward slowly, and more than a dozen people behind him followed suit. He sneered: "What, have you given up resistance?"

Leng Xiao looked indifferent, raised his head slightly, and danced in a messy bun. He raised his chin, pointed behind Lou Xifeng, and said, "I'm afraid you still have some troubles to deal with." ”

Two old men suddenly flew in the sky, and these two people cultivated in the realm of real babies. Lou Xifeng turned his head suddenly, his face became extremely gloomy, and he shouted in a low voice: "It's really ghostly!"

The snake demon behind him tightly guarded the corpse in his hand, and the others immediately flew towards the two.

These two old men were dressed in Taoist robes, one was holding a dust, the other was holding a wooden sword, their faces were solemn, their faces were square, their faces were big, their eyebrows were big, they only snorted coldly, and with a wave of the wooden sword dust, they easily repelled the first person.

When Lou Xifeng was entangled by these two old men, Leng Xiao put away his long sword and left in the distance. It was like a wisp of air, and no one noticed him.

"The one-word door is really a noble person in Leng's fate. ”

Facing the two real infant monks, Lou Xifeng's expression was fierce, a layer of black mist erupted from his body, and he rushed into the valley when he lifted the corpse.

The dozen or so puppets immediately rushed towards the two old men of the one-word gate, but they were only blocked for a moment before they were repulsed.

Lou Xifeng fled as he smashed his aura into the corpse. The technique is rough and hasty, but at the moment it is not enough to care about it.

Seeing that the two one-word old men had already rushed into the valley, he suddenly screamed, and the aura at his fingertips was scarlet, like blood.

At the same time, the fingers of the obscene monk's corpse suddenly twitched slightly, and his eyes suddenly opened. The aura of his body is rising steadily, and he is faintly stronger than before his death.

Among this puppet, there is a complete Yuan Ying who was sealed by Lou Xifeng, and originally planned to refine a top-level puppet, but at this moment he had to burn Yuan Ying to face a strong enemy.

"Stop!"

As the man with the wooden sword lifted his sword a little, the puppet's momentum suddenly stopped, as if the fire had been extinguished by cold water. But in just a moment, the momentum on the puppet's body swept up in a bigger wave.

Lou Xifeng smiled coldly and said in a low voice: "Go!"

As soon as the words fell, the puppet suddenly rammed away like a rock. The man with the wooden sword raised his sword to block it, and the wooden sword was broken alive.

Who lives and dies between these two parties has long had nothing to do with Leng Xiao.

"The monks who appeared just now, the ones who have cultivated to the highest level are only in the realm of real infants, and the distracted monks don't know where they have gone. Leng Xiao frowned and pondered in his heart, so it seemed that Shi Yao had a great chance of still being alive.

He suddenly remembered the thousands of people crouching outside the teleportation formation. These thousands of people are obviously not waiting for him to be an insignificant protector, there must be something strange in this.

"Do they want to get some secret from Shi Yao's mouth, and Shi Yao's biggest constraint is Lingxi. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Leng Xiao's eyes brightened a little, and his heartbeat was already extremely fast. If Shi Lingxi is not in the valley, where can it be?

"She can't get out, so she can only hide in the Demon King Palace. ”

"Flying Pavilion!"

The Flying Pavilion is his other courtyard. Leng Xiao stood outside the Flying Pavilion, and he already felt a bloody breath from a distance. After a few steps in, there were still a few dead guards in the courtyard, and the armor on their bodies was the demon king's personal guard.

Leng Xiao suddenly ran towards a utility room on the edge. The utility room is very small, and it is full of items that are not often used, and it is rarely entered.

He stood in front of the door of the utility room, the wooden door was hidden, and through the crack there was a hint of a stuffy breath that made people feel stuffy, which was not pleasant.

He pushed the door open, and his heart jumped. All the clutter was cleared to both sides, completely exposing the wall facing the door.

Above the wall, there is a small gap that is difficult to discern with the naked eye. Who would have thought that in the most conspicuous position of this inconspicuous room, there would be a secret room.

Leng Xiao slapped his palm on the wall, and he was already impatient, and directly smashed this wall into pieces. Dusting off the smoke and dust, the secret room was empty, except for a woman, lying silently on the ground.

"Qiang'er!"

When he stepped forward to check, Qiang'er's body had long since lost a trace of warmth, and there was a black scar on her white neck, which was neat.

Until death, Qiang'er still had a shallow smile on her face, and she didn't know when she thought of something happy. The brow frowned slightly, and there was a touch of worry, which was heartbreaking.

Leng Xiao raised his hand and gently smoothed out the ups and downs between Qiang'er's eyebrows, but he frowned.

The place where Qiang Er hid when she was in danger must be the safest place in the entire Flying Pavilion, if there was no trace of Shi Lingxi in this place, then the enemy would not look for it again.

Leng Xiao landed his gaze on Qiang'er's right hand, and the index finger of his right hand pointed to the southwest at a slightly unnatural angle.

He immediately turned around, walked out of the utility room, and headed southwest. In one of the most ordinary rooms, he felt the faint sound of breathing.

As he pushed the door open, the breath suddenly quickened, and then immediately retracted. The direction from which the sound of breathing came was under the bed.

The wooden bed was like an upside-down coffin, lying there lifelessly, Leng Xiao lifted the wooden bed, and the sound of breathing from under the bed immediately became rapid again.

Then, from under the bed came a scream with a crying voice, and a small figure came out from under the bed, threw himself on his leg, and bit down on it.

The stinging is clear and reassuring. He gently lowered the bed, and the little girl, who had only reached his knees, had not seen him for several years, and had already exceeded his waist.

Qiang Er deliberately diverted the enemy and protected Shi Lingxi with her own life. Her guidance at the time of death, perhaps to the death still believed, Leng Xiao would come here, would find her, and not let everything she did be in vain.