"Brother Yang, why don't you slip away first. If he fails to break into the prison this time, Lord Zhou will definitely die. Zhou Xiaoer smiled bitterly, "I can't repay it, so let me accompany Master Zhou on the last journey." ”

"How can I, Yang Xiaole, be that kind of person?" Yang Xiaole took a deep breath and said resolutely, "Since you have the will to die, why don't we do it." ”

If Yang Xiaole completely lets go of his hands and feet, his innate holy body plus the peak strength of the Qi refining period, and the magic weapon of the jade flute, it is not completely impossible to survive, but the price he may pay is a bit big, and it will be difficult to rescue Zhang Ling and Huo'er in the future.

But there's no way around it.

"Brother Yang, you don't have to be so ......" Zhou Xiaoer said anxiously, "I have a cheap life, Brother Yang has a lot to do." Stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood. ”

"It's too late now. Get ready for battle. Yang Xiaole exercised his true qi again, calming down his knowledge and emotions.

The sound of footsteps was already close at hand, and soon a pair of soldiers would rush over from the corner, a group of more than ten people, all of whom were at least the strength of the third level of qi refining. Not to be underestimated.

Yang Xiaole catted the cat's waist and took out the jade flute from the storage bag, and the true qi was running, and the jade flute emitted a silver-white light. Just as he was about to strike first, he threw a series of wheals and wires around the corner. All of a sudden, the footsteps around stopped coming.

It came to an abrupt end.

The night, which had been broken by the shouts and noises, froze again in this moment.

It's quiet.

There was only the sound of Yang Xiaole and Zhou Xiaoer's breathing, and the night that was as dark as a cloud of ink.

Both of them stood still, and after a long time, Zhou Xiaoer frowned and said, "Brother Yang, why didn't you suddenly move, are they ambushing us?"

"This is other people's territory, and we are outnumbered, they just rushed up, why did they come back to ambush us?" Yang Xiaole shook his head.

In fact, Yang Xiaole didn't know what the situation was.

"Stay still, I'll take a look. Yang Xiaole took a deep breath, retracted his boiling qi, and jumped lightly to the top of a tower, just enough to see the surroundings.

Then Yang Xiaole discovered a strange scene.

The soldiers were still there, but they all looked like they had been pointed, and they remained motionless in a fixed position. Some of them had drawn their swords in their hands, and some were running, but it was as if they had been frozen in an instant, like a statue.

"What the hell is this?"

Yang Xiaole's eyes widened, and he even cautiously tested with his true qi, but found that those soldiers had no real qi fluctuations, and they didn't even have the slightest bit of anger. It's no different from a real sculpture.

It can't be a prank.

Yang Xiaole made up his mind in his heart, jumped down again, and went to a soldier who was fixed, and found that the soldier was no different, as if he was maintaining a fixed posture.

But when Yang Xiaole's fingers lightly touched the soldier's shoulder.

"Whoa!"

The soldier's body suddenly turned into black smoke, drifted into the air, and then disappeared again in an instant, as if evaporating.

Such a big living person, after he died, he left nothing?

Moreover, Yang Xiaole clearly sensed that the black aura was very similar to the aura felt in the nest of the demon head of the Dust Sect.

"Lu Rubin?"

Yang Xiaole turned his head to look around and called the name softly.

But no one responded to him.

Then, almost all of the designated patrol soldiers evaporated into bursts of black mist, and finally dissipated into the air as if nothing had happened here.

Yang Xiaole was even more puzzled in his heart.

Before, when the Dust Sect broke the formation, he was thinking, was the demon secretly helping him, but he quickly dispelled that idea, and felt that it was unrealistic.

But today, it is clear that the devil has helped him through this life-and-death difficulty.

But what is the problem?

Yang Xiaole is the master of the Heavenly Dao Yes, he was born with a holy body, and it is not as good as Lu Rubin, a great demon who has achieved the perfection of Jindan, to help himself so much without knowing his roots. And even if it is, then what is Lu Rubin plotting?

Too many questions began to entangle in Yang Xiaole's mind, as if crisscrossing threads were mixed together.

It's complicated.

"Brother Yang, what the hell is going on, those guys are gone. Zhou Xiaoer came out from behind and asked in horror.

Yang Xiaole shook his head, "I don't know, maybe I should withdraw." ”

Yang Xiaole was perfunctory and didn't want to think about this problem for the time being. Since the other party has no malicious intent, it will appear again in the future.

"We went to the prison to save people. Yang Xiaole said, "Without further ado, leave immediately." I heard that Shangguan Yun is a master in the middle stage of foundation building, maybe he already has some sense of this, and we can't delay it any longer. ”

After that, Yang Xiaole no longer paid attention to the confused Zhou Xiaoer, turned into a black line, and rushed directly to the gate of the prison.

As Yang Xiaole expected, the demon turned the entire guards of the prison directly into bursts of black smoke. Even the few masters who guarded the gate were no exception.

How big is that?

Even if the Ascendant stays in this broken Heavenly Dao cycle, he doesn't necessarily have such a strong strength, right? Yang Xiaole felt creepy just thinking about it.

Because if the demon Lu Rubin had shown hostility instead of kindness, Yang Xiaole would have been killed a long time ago.

The door to the prison was empty, the black smoke had cleared, and only a key was left on the ground.

Yang Xiaole opened the door with the key and walked in with Zhou Xiaoer.

"Shangguan Wu must have imprisoned them in the deepest depths. Zhou Xiaoer said, "There are usually heavy prisoners there. ”

Without saying a word, the two of them rushed directly towards the end of the prison, except for some prisoners who were imprisoned to make some noises, and those guards were also like the patrol soldiers outside, they had long been wiped out.

After reaching the end, Yang Xiaole still found the key on the ground, and after opening the door, he saw a puffy face and a man with a disheveled head.

The owner of the puffy face is naturally Zhang Ling.

And the man with the cloak is Zhou Yuezhen.

It seems that both of them have suffered a lot.

Zhang Ling raised his head blankly, and after seeing that it was Yang Xiaole, he opened his mouth wide in surprise, and it took a long time to shout out the three words of Boss Yang.

Zhou Yuezhen also straightened her messy hair.