Leng Xiao's brows trembled slightly, and the bones in his body seemed to be scattered. The scorching breath rubbed and exploded around him, but after a blink of an eye, it was cold to the bone marrow, giving people an unreal polar change.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and his mind cleared up for a moment. With a grip of it, he grabbed the black shadow that was shooting at him. It struggled and squirmed in the palm of its hand, and it turned out to be a yin and yang ghost.

Yin and Yang ghosts shot at it one after another, not to devour the master, but to protect him, and was knocked away by a chaotic-looking person.

He didn't dodge, the yin and yang ghost smashed on him, fell to the ground again, and then pounced on the person on the other side, and then was easily knocked over.

Cycle.

Leng Xiao looked around, the gloomy area, flowers and trees, mud, sand and stones, all had a cold and rotten atmosphere, which made people a little uncomfortable. Qiu Yansheng was not on the side, and he didn't know where he went.

The Yin Yang Ghost Carapace is hard, and the attack is fierce, and the Idle Yuan Infant Cultivator is not invincible at all, let alone competing with thousands of Yin Yang Ghosts. And such a chaotic person, although he can't hurt the yin and yang ghosts, he can easily knock the yin and yang ghosts away.

He was already wrapped in the death qi spewed out by the Yin Yang Demon, but he was always indifferent, and the death qi that could kill people in a few breaths did not work for him at all.

Perhaps, he himself is dead.

"Who is Your Excellency, staring at you here, I don't know what your intentions are?" Leng Xiao frowned.

This person's face is not handsome, nor ugly. I can't even describe what it looks like. In the face of Leng Xiao's questioning, he did not answer.

But he didn't know what Leng Xiao touched him, he suddenly picked up his speed and rushed straight towards Leng Xiao. The speed is faster than that of the Yin and Yang Ghosts.

Leng Xiao's expression was cold, and he immediately dodged, but he was instantly stunned, and was punched in the chest by this faceling, and the force was so great that it seemed that even a few bones were broken.

He fell to the ground, trying to get up, but it was also an extremely difficult thing. He was shocked to find that the aura in his body had dried up, and at this moment, he was no different from a mortal.

A punch knocked Leng Xiao down, the faceless man was expressionless, leaned over and lifted Leng Xiao up, carried it on his shoulder, and walked in one direction unhurriedly or slowly.

Countless Yin and Yang Ghosts continued to attack, trying to rescue Leng Xiao, and the Facelings gently waved their hands, responding like scattering flies. Even if it's a king worm, he can't help it.

Leng Xiao's consciousness was immersed, sensing heaven and earth, but he didn't feel a trace of aura fluctuations, even on the faceling's body, there was no aura fluctuation, and when he looked closely, there were wisps of gray aura circulating on the faceling's shoulders.

This disgrace is the source of his strength.

Heaven and earth cannot recover themselves without aura, and if they do not have aura, they are powerless to fight the enemy, and they cannot open the vows. As soon as his mind moved, an indigo sword appeared behind him, and fortunately, he was able to summon horned soldiers.

The Facelings seemed unaware, and the sword easily pierced through the Faceling's back, the tip of the sword peeking through the front. The Faceling stopped, looked down at the tip of his sword, and then slowly looked at Leng Xiao.

Leng Xiao's hairs stood on end for a moment, not because he saw coldness or anger in the faceling's eyes, but because he was as dead silent as ever. His face was expressionless, and he suddenly shook Leng Xiao horizontally, as if he wanted to tear Leng Xiao into two pieces.

The long sword slashed upward, penetrating through his body, directly splitting him into two above his abdomen, and a hole opened on his face, flowing out of a viscous liquid of strange color, which was blood, but not very similar, and there was no smell of blood.

As soon as the faceling's fingers loosened, Leng Xiao fell, and hundreds of yin and yang ghosts immediately caught him, but it was not much better than falling on the ground, and the carapace of the yin and yang ghosts was actually harder than the ground.

It took Leng Xiao to stand up after a while, and during this time, the Yin Yang Ghost had not touched the corpse of the Faceling, and did not seem to be interested in the corpse. With a swing of his sword, he sliced the corpse open, and a wisp of gray gas flowed from the heart of the corpse, like a loach, and slipped out, trying to escape.

He raised his hand to take a shot, and the gray qi penetrated into his body without any hindrance, becoming the source of his strength.

Leng Xiao tried to open the ring, and easily succeeded, taking out a pill to treat the injury. Look at this faceling again, the whole body is cut open, like a tomato, there are no internal organs, no strange meridians and eight veins, no muscles and bones, no flesh and blood. The flesh was dry and rough like linen, and there was only a sticky gelatinous substance in the body, which seemed to be red, what seemed to be green, what seemed to be cyan, and what seemed to be black. The whole world exuded a strange color, and Leng Xiao couldn't tell what color it was.

There are also dense particles, like seeds, and like insects. Leng Xiao was shocked to find that these particles had no head or tail, no hands or feet, but they could move.

All this made him a little creepy. He kept his face calm, Huo Ran turned around, and a faceless man in the distance was prostrate on the ground, looking at him coldly, and actually punched the top of his head.

Then, a bloody light shot out from the top of the faceling's head, rising into the sky and appearing to be a flare. When he had done this, he fell to the ground in a state of despair, and he did not move.

Leng Xiao stepped forward a few steps, and a sword cut him in half, leaving only wriggling particles in his body, and all the gelatinous matter seemed to be consumed with that blood light.

He lived only to send a flare, or maybe he never had life. Although the sparrow is small and has all the organs, it is a faceling, as if it is just a puppet.

Absorbing another wisp of gray qi, the power in Leng Xiao's body was filled with another point.

"What the hell place. ”

His expression was solemn, and the whirlpool did not kill him, but led him to a place where he knew nothing. In the distance, with the flares, hundreds of black shadows leaped above the ruins and trees, like bats. He was a little worried in his heart, Qiu Yansheng was already seriously injured, and if he landed in such a place, wouldn't he have the strength to fight back?

Leng Xiao suddenly remembered that the first Faceling didn't want to kill him, as if he wanted to take him somewhere.

The Yin and Yang Ghost exerted his talents and drilled into the ground, and at the same time dug a shelter for Leng Xiao, and filled it in strictly.

A large number of Facelings chased after them, and the tide spread out in all directions, and many of them stopped at the location where Leng Xiao was hiding, suddenly lowered their heads, held a spear in their hands, and stabbed their feet without hesitation.

Leng Xiao dodged sideways, the spear fell from in front of him, and there was a "poof" piercing sound one after another beside him, and he jumped up and broke out. As soon as the Yin and Yang demons stirred underground, the ground collapsed, burying dozens of Facelings in it.

The Facelings who had been scattered earlier gathered back at a faster speed, Leng Xiao couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp, and his long sword rushed into the crowd like chopping melons and vegetables. The strength of each Faceling is equal, there is not much difference, they are tall and short, and they can't tell the difference, everyone is the same.

Leng Xiao kept fleeing backwards, but his speed was not fast, and he couldn't compare to the Facelings at all. At this moment, a hare suddenly fell from the sky and landed in the pile of people.

The Facelings stopped their pursuit and looked at the hare, Leng Xiao quickly found a stone to dodge, one of the Facelings lifted the hare and walked away, and the other Facelings wandered in all directions, seemingly forgetting the person they were chasing.

Leng Xiao followed quietly, Qiu Yansheng was very likely to suffer the same situation, and was easily taken away by a faceless man and taken to a place.

The hare kept bouncing in the Faceling's hands, struggling fiercely, and suddenly opened its mouth and bit down on the Faceling's finger, like a carrot, and easily bit off a piece.

The Faceling glanced at the hare, then stabbed his fingers into the hare's body, grabbing out the internal organs and intestines, and crushing them to pieces. The hare finally stopped struggling, and did not make a sound the whole time.

The hare's blood spilled all over the ground, leaving a long trail. The wounds on the Faceling's hands were also bleeding from the ground, like poured honey, and the roots hung on the ground in a broken thread, leaving a long trail as well.

It should have been a long, long time, and a few hours had passed. Leng Xiao's consciousness was also a little confused, and he couldn't distinguish between reality and fiction.

The Faceling suddenly stopped, and Leng Xiao was shocked, thinking that he was exposed, but he saw the Faceling lying on the ground with a "plop" sound, just like a hare, without moving.

Leng Xiao stepped forward and cut his body open, there was no gelatinous substance in it, his blood had dried up, and his body lost its mobility.

Leng Xiao didn't know if he could call it life.

It doesn't matter anymore. He absorbed a wisp of gray breath once more, and strode over the corpses of the facelings and hares, and in the distance, a huge city. There were no walls, only a river with thick yellow water that surrounded the city.

The city seemed to cover half of the land, and with all your eyes, you couldn't see the edge. Is this the end of all Faceless Walks?

The river is wide and the water is calm. The river is very long, with only a small bridge running across it. The bridge seems to have aged countless years, and it is very old, and the bridge is full of rough lines, like unpolished stones clumsily piled up.

On the bridge, a woman in a cloak sits, covering her entire face. Why she is a woman, perhaps because of a flower on her head.

It's just that I don't know how long ago I wore it, and the flower has also died, the petals are shriveled, and it has lost its moisture and color, and it falls one by one as the woman tilts her head.

The woman looked at Leng Xiao, and Leng Xiao also saw the woman's face. This cloak woman has the same face as a faceling. Leng Xiao didn't know whether to continue calling her a woman, but after a while, he was convinced, because the cloak woman had spoken.

"There was a pig running away, and there were stars in the sky and grass on the ground. There's a pig running away......"

There seemed to be a cold wind blowing, Leng Xiao's body trembled, and he was already looking at the cloak woman expressionlessly. The cloak woman also looked at him, muttering something in a trembling and hoarse throat, and then Huo Ran stopped, picked up the dried petals on the ground, dipped a few drops of saliva, returned the flower tray one by one, and put it back on her head.

Still sitting on one side of the bridge, there was an old table in front of him, and some miscellaneous items were placed on the table. She calmly looked at the river in the distance, and the river calmed back.