In that distant little black house

Because the first demon general was directly killed by Lu Guijiu, and the latter only saw Xiushi Li again.So the demons still think that there is only one Nascent Soul cultivator in the city.

At this time, this monk was cut by Wu Lang's sword in just a few days. Although Yuan Ying escaped, it was difficult to achieve a major event.

Wu Lang shouted in the city, just wanting to hit the morale of the human race, and didn't think that other monks would come to fight.Wu Lang had already made a plan in his heart, after he destroyed the formation in this city, he would use all the humans in the city to reward the little devils and little monsters in the demon camp behind him.

Come to think of it, it must have been a delightful feast.

Wu Lang stretched out his tongue and licked his lips. This bloody expression didn't match his baby face, but it made him look even more treacherous.

Zhang Jingmo and Wu Lang can be said to be old rivals.They fought many times. At first Zhang Jingmo was beaten helplessly, and even died under his hands. Then... Wu Lang was no longer his opponent.

But despite this, Zhang Jingmo still dare not be careless, Wu Lang is not an opponent that can be easily defeated.

Not long after Wu Lang yelled, he saw two people flying from the city, one in black and one in white. The man in white had a cold expression and handsome eyes. Just by looking at it, people couldn't help but praise him as a gentleman, a Taoist wind.The man in black held a black sword and had a stern face. Although he was very handsome, he could see the strong hostility from afar.

These two people seem to be somewhat interesting.

Wu Lang's heart immediately became vigilant, and he said, "Who is it?"

Zhang Jingmo said lightly: "The one who took your head."

Wu Lang laughed out loud when he heard this, and said, "That's a good joke."

Zhang Jingmo didn't bother to say anything more to him, he said, "Go."

After the words fell, the two turned into two beams of light and attacked Wu Lang. One of the beams was black and the other was white, which was the same as the clothes they were wearing.

Wu Lang howled wildly, with a strong fighting intent in his eyes, he joined the battle with his sword in hand.

The battle between the three Nascent Soul cultivators was naturally a bit like a catastrophe. People standing in the city could even faintly feel the tremor of the earth.

But in the eyes of ordinary monks, these three people are just three beams of light that can't be seen clearly, constantly fighting and then separating, and then continue to collide.

Sun Rusi frowned and looked at the sky, and said, "Uncle Di, you think they... will be fine?"

Di Feizhou couldn't see clearly how the battle was going, so he could only say, "I can only bless them..."

Although it was the first time for Zhang Jingmo and Lu Guijiu to face such a strong enemy, they had a particularly tacit understanding.

Wu Lang is powerful, Lu Guijiu is in charge of receiving Wu Lang's tricks, while Zhang Jingmo waits for the opportunity to break the magic weapon of Wu Lang's defense.

Wu Lang could have been evenly matched against Lu Guijiu, but he didn't want to add Zhang Jingmo, and he couldn't help but panic. He gritted his teeth secretly in his heart, cursing the beheaded scorpion monster, where is there only one Nascent Soul cultivator in this city? !One was killed by him, but two more ran out!And it's so difficult to deal with!

Wu Lang was beaten by Zhang Jingmo and Lu Guijiu, and his anger grew more and more. The knife in his hand began to faintly glow red.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingmo growled, "Get out of the way."

Lu Guijiu had already been told several times by Zhang Jingmo, knowing that Wu Lang would not be able to handle this move, so he dodged and flew more than ten meters away from Wu Lang.Seeing Lu Guijiu running away, Wu Lang howled angrily, turned his head and struck at Zhang Jingmo who was behind him.Zhang Jingmo had been prepared for a long time, how could he be hit by Wu Lang? After reminding Lu Guijiu of what he said, he also retreated tens of meters abruptly.

Wu Lang slashed down with his heavy saber, but it was empty. The red light on the saber exploded suddenly after the slash, and the wind of the saber with a fishy smell formed a giant ball with Wu Lang as the center, and then moved towards the surrounding area. Spread out.

The place where the red light touched was torn apart by the wind of the knife, and even an endless pothole was formed under the feet.

Wu Lang failed to succeed with one blow, Zhang Jingmo said again: "Come!" He and Lu Guijiu took advantage of Wu Lang's breathing opportunity to rush into the red light that had not yet dissipated, forcing Wu Lang to attack again. Lift the knife.

In this fight, it can be said that all kinds of magic weapons were used, Zhang Jingmo only played a supporting role at the side, most of the time, Lu Guijiu was still fighting Wu Lang.

At the beginning, Wu Lang felt that he was able to do things with ease, but as the time passed by January, he felt more and more that these two people were really difficult to deal with.

Whenever he forced the man in black into a panic, the man in white would strike to suppress his attack, making him and the man in black evenly matched again.

And every time he wanted to sacrifice his ultimate move, the man in white would remind him, so the ultimate move was either avoided or accepted.

After doing this many times, an unbelievable idea came to Wu Lang's mind—why did he seem to be practicing for the man in black, and why did the man in white know his tricks?Could it be that there is also a traitor among their demon clan, and this traitor is still in a high position?

Once this kind of thought came out, it was very difficult to erase it, and Wu Lang had a faint intention of retreating in his heart - he knew that he would not be able to gain any advantage in the hands of these two people.

How could Zhang Jingmo not know that Wu Lang wanted to leave?Since Wu Lang is a general under Lian Jun, Zhang Jingmo will definitely not let the tiger go back to the mountain, so he reached out and took out a dozen talismans from the Xu Mi Ring.

Lu Guijiu and Zhang Jingmo had a tacit understanding. Seeing Zhang Jingmo's actions, he stepped up his offensive without hesitation, leaving Wu Lang with no time to care about Zhang Jingmo.

Zhang Jingmo's figure was constantly shuttled in the sky. After Wu Lang realized something was wrong, he realized that Zhang Jingmo was actually arranging a formation. His face tightened, and he wanted to retreat without hesitation, but was blocked by Lu Guijiu back road.

"Looking for death!!" Wu Lang roared angrily, a blood-red demonic energy erupted from his body, and he seemed to be in a state of madness.

Once this state came out, his strength was several times stronger than before. Even Lu Guijiu had a bit of difficulty receiving his moves.

Zhang Jingmo laughed, and he said with a smile: "The battle of trapped beasts."

Wu Lang's eyes were red, and he let out a howl like a wolf——

Recently, Lian Jun felt a little uneasy.It stands to reason that the sent Wu Lang directly beheaded the Nascent Soul cultivator in the human city, so there should be no further problems, but he felt a sense of panic—as if something major had happened.

His premonition was soon verified.

According to the news from the front line, two Nascent Soul cultivators appeared in the city, and they had fought Wu Lang for more than 80 days, but they couldn't tell the winner.

Lian Jun's face sank like water, his voice was like ice, he said, "Why didn't you report it earlier."

The little devil who reported the news was fighting with each other, tremblingly said: "It's not that the small one didn't report it, it's that the small one thought that General Wu Lang would solve it very, very soon..."

Lian Jun said: "Is it solved?"

Xiaomo knelt down and kowtowed, shouting for mercy.

Lian Jun didn't say a word, he directly raised his hand, and the little devil kneeling on the ground turned into a cloud of blood mist and died.

Seeing this, the other people in the palace were all silent.

Lian Jun sat on the chair silently, and said, "Call those outside the door together."

A moment later, another little devil knelt in front of Lian Jun. This little devil was so frightened that he couldn't even kneel, and was almost limp on the ground.

Lian Jun said: "What are the backgrounds of those two monks?"

The little devil sobbed: "The little one doesn't know, the little one doesn't know..."

Lian Jun was already in a terrible mood, when he heard the word "I don't know", he laughed and said, "Then tell me, what do you know?"

The little devil said: "Then, those two people seem to have set up some kind of formation to trap General Wu Lang, and there are only big monsters at the Jindan stage in the camp... So, it took a few days to find out about this."

Lian Jun said: "Who are the big monsters in the Jindan stage in the camp?"

The little demon said the big demon's name one by one.

Lian Jun said, "Not bad."

The little devil heard that this sentence was good, and he felt relieved, thinking that he had escaped a catastrophe, but he didn't want Lianjun to wave his hand casually, so he felt a sharp pain...

Hearing the news reported by his subordinates, Mr. Lian was in a very bad mood. If he could, he would naturally want to help Wu Lang on the front line, but the city lord is still in retreat, and he can't leave here at all.

"I underestimated these people." Wu Lang sneered, and then gave an order.

He thought that the invasion of the human race would go very smoothly, but he didn't expect to encounter obstacles not long after, which seemed to be a very big obstacle...

Lianjun thought to himself, it seems that the invasion should be postponed. When the city lord comes out of seclusion, it will be the time when the human race will perish.

On this continent, I am afraid that there is only one demon clan power who does not need to ascend, but secretly hides under the heaven.

Besides, on Wu Lang's side, he was like a domineering knife, but was slowly entangled in the spider web woven by Zhang Jingmo and Lu Guijiu, and then blunted a little bit.

In the battle of the top powerhouses, Lu Guijiu's inadequacies were exposed one after another. If Zhang Jingmo hadn't been there to help, he might not be Wu Lang's opponent.

Zhang Jingmo explained all of Wu Lang's ultimate moves and magic weapons, but Lu Guijiu still couldn't kill Wu Lang.

The armor on Wu Lang's body was almost broken by Zhang Jingmo, but after Zhang Jingmo broke his magic weapon, he stopped making a move, but watched the battle from the side, only when Lu Guijiu was in danger, he would help him.

The more Wu Lang watched, the angrier he became, he said: "Who do you think I am!"

Zhang Jingmo said lightly: "The whetstone."

Wu Lang: "..."

Lu Guijiu also had a lot of wounds on his body, but none of them were serious. He frowned, his offensive unabated, and he didn't say a word.

Zhang Jingmo said: "The time is almost up, if it drags on, the demons will send someone here."

Lu Guijiu frowned even tighter, and he said, "Yes."

The more Wu Lang listened, the more angry he became. He didn't expect Zhang Jingmo to treat him as a meal. He said, "Who the hell are you? Why do you know so many things about the Demon Race!"

Zhang Jingmo turned his eyes and said with a smile: "I also know that a man named Lianjun sent you here."

Wu Lang stared.

Zhang Jingmo said: "As a general of the demon clan, why did he send you to this small border town just to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator... You can think about it carefully."

Wu Lang sneered: "I won't fall for your tricks."

Zhang Jingmo said: "Oh, that's really great."

Wu Lang: "..." This man is so annoying!

At this time, three months have passed, according to Zhang Jingmo's calculation, the demons should send someone to help Wu Lang, so they urged Lu Guijiu.

Lu Guijiu felt a little angry in his heart, and he no longer had any scruples, and the next move was a killer move.Even sometimes, even if he is injured himself, he will also hurt Wu Lang.

Wu Lang was stabbed several times by Lu Guijiu, and these wounds were filled with yin aura, which could not be healed at all.

However, although Lu Guijiu tried his best, Wu Lang still survived for another ten days, but it was already at the end of his strength.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingmo knew that it would be no problem for Lu Guijiu to take down Wu Lang before the arrival of the Mozu people. There was a slight warmth in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

However, unlike Zhang Jingmo, Lu Guijiu was extremely irritable at this moment. Lu Shu was the person who knew Lu Guijiu best. He said, "Lu Guijiu, what are you bothering about?"

Lu Guijiu didn't speak.

Lu Shu asked a few more words before Lu Guijiu said: "Master, will he be able to kill the person in front of him soon?"

Lu Shu thought for a while, and said seriously: "I think...it should be fine."

Lu Guijiu's grip on the hilt of the sword became stronger.

Lu Shu was about to say something, but saw a red light flying from the sky, that red light was different from the blood red on Wu Lang's body, it was a very bright red, and this red light flew directly into the formation formed by Zhang Jingmo middle.

Seeing the red color, Wu Lang's face changed, he opened his mouth to say something, but felt a chill on his neck.Then, his eyes turned upside down...

Both Zhang Jingmo and Lu Guijiu were shocked by the scene in front of them.

The person who came directly ignored the formation set up by Zhang Jingmo, and chopped off Wu Lang's head with a sword, and then Wu Lang's Nascent Soul rushed out, but was directly pinched by the man with one hand, and then crushed violently.

Wu Lang let out a pitiful scream, without being able to say a word, he completely disappeared into this world.

The visitor's movements were smooth and smooth, Zhang Jingmo managed to see the visitor's face clearly, he said in a daze, "Senior Ao Mian!"

——It turned out that the person who killed Wu Lang was actually the phantom of the ancient mighty Ao Mian brought out by Zhang Jingmo from the secret realm of the ancient battlefield.

Ao Mian nodded slightly, still holding Wu Lang's head in his hand.

Wu Lang's face was covered with blood, his eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe that he died like this until now.

Lu Guijiu: "..." He was in a bad mood.

Ao Mian said: "How is the battle going?"

Zhang Jingmo didn't expect Wu Lang to be killed by Ao Mian with just such a sword strike. Presumably Ao Mian thought they were fighting hard with Wu Lang, so he did it, and he also noticed that Lu Guijiu's expression was in the same direction as Ao Mian's sword. The moment Wu Lang was killed, it became very... bad.

Ao Mian frowned slightly, wondering: "What?"

Zhang Jingmo was helpless: "It's nothing."

Lu Guijiu held his sword, turned around and left without saying a word.

Ao Mian was even more puzzled, he said: "Is it not the right time for me?"

Zhang Jingmo laughed, and said: "Not really, it's just that this kid stood with the demon general for dozens of days, probably because he wanted to take the demon's head himself."

Ao Mian showed a clear look - he can understand this kind of mood, and it's also his fault that he didn't see clearly and shot directly.

Zhang Jingmo said: "Let's go back first."

Ao Mian nodded.

Zhang Jingmo and Lu Guijiu fought the demons for three months, and when they returned to the city, they became heroes of the human race again.

Seeing Zhang Jingmo and Ao Mian coming back together, Di Feizhou said in surprise: "Senior, you are back!"

Ao Mian hummed.

Only then did Zhang Jingmo know that Ao Mian was the monk that Di Feizhou said came to the front line to help in the battle and went to fight with the big monster of the demon clan elsewhere.I just don't know why Ao Mian didn't come back for so long.

Ao Mian explained a few words lightly, saying that when he was fighting with the big monster at the beach, he encountered a tide, and was swept to other continents, and it took him some time to come back.

After Ao Mian finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Zhang Jingmo, and said, "Aren't you going to see your apprentice?"

Zhang Jingmo said: "I'll go and see him right now."

Ao Mian said: "Say sorry to him for me."

Zhang Jingmo smiled and said, "Senior is too polite."

Ao Mian said: "This matter is indeed my fault."

Only then did Zhang Jingmo turn around and enter the room. As soon as he entered, he saw Lu Guijiu sitting on a chair, wiping the Star Sword in his hand.

Zhang Jingmo said, "Are you angry?"

Lu Guijiu looked up at Zhang Jingmo, then slowly shook his head.

Zhang Jingmo said: "There will be many opportunities in the future, don't be angry."

Lu Guijiu still refused to speak.

Zhang Jingmo sighed: "How old are you, how can you play with me every now and then? Am I spoiling you too much?"

Lu Guijiu called Master.

Zhang Jingmo said, "What?"

Lu Guijiu put the sword on the table, walked up to Zhang Jingmo in a few steps, and lowered his head slightly: "When will we defeat the demons?"

Zhang Jingmo didn't expect Lu Guijiu to ask such a question suddenly, and he was helpless: "...How do I know about this kind of thing."

Lu Guijiu said: "If the demons are not defeated, when will we have time to find a way to revive the fake baby?"

Zhang Jingmo's eyes sank, and he said, "You have nothing to think about what to do."

Lu Guijiu pursed his lips heavily. Regardless of Zhang Jingmo's reaction, he directly took Zhang Jingmo's hand, and then held it firmly. He said, "Master, I'm afraid."

Zhang Jingmo said, "What are you afraid of?"

Lu Guijiu said, "I'm afraid...you will go before me."

Zhang Jingmo sighed softly in his heart, Lu Guijiu's hand was very hot, still sweating slightly, he held his hand tightly, still exerting force.

Zhang Jingmo said: "I guess, it won't be long."

Lu Guijiu leaned his head on Zhang Jingmo's shoulder and stopped talking.

Zhang Jingmo waited for a while, thinking that Lu Guijiu was going to say something, but he heard a slight snoring - Lu Guijiu fell asleep just standing up.

Zhang Jingmo slowly helped him up, and carried him onto the bed.

Lu Guijiu had always been very preoccupied, and even when he fell asleep, his brows were tightly frowned. Zhang Jingmo got up and was about to leave, but he heard him in his sleep calling for Master softly.

After Zhang Jingmo went out, he saw Ao Mian waiting outside.

Seeing Zhang Jingmo come out, Ao Mian said: "Are you still angry?"

Zhang Jingmo said with a smile: "I'm just a child, I'll only get angry for a while, it's nothing serious."

There was no expression on Ao Mian's face. After slightly nodding his head, he said calmly, "You got a fake baby?"

Zhang Jingmo said: "Yes." His reaction was also very calm, as if having a fake baby was something trivial.

Ao Mian said: "Why did you make such a choice?"

Zhang Jingmo said: "I have to."

Ao Mian asked, "For whom?"

Zhang Jingmo said: "Myself."

Ao Mian glanced at Zhang Jingmo, then at the room behind Zhang Jingmo, and said, "Really?"

Zhang Jingmo said: "It's true."

Ao Mian said: "You are not bad."

This is not the first time Ao Mian exaggerates Jingmo, but it seems that every time he exaggerates Jingmo, he will tell him some good things. Sure enough, his next sentence is: "Do you know... In this world, is Is there a way to revive a fake baby?"

Zhang Jingmo could have lied, but he didn't, he said slowly: "I know."

As soon as this sound came out, Ao Mian's expression became a little strange, and he said, "How?"

Zhang Jingmo smiled, but did not answer.

Ao Mian said: "Then you also know... there is another kind of fruit in this world."

Zhang Jingmo knew what Ao Mian was going to say, so he took the following words from Ao Mian: "This kind of fruit, as long as you inject the blood of your heart, you can grow a Nascent Soul."

Ao Mian said: "You really know about this fruit...you want to use this fruit..."

Zhang Jingmo said, "No."

Ao Mian frowned.

Zhang Jingmo laughed, but there was not much joy in this smile, but a kind of indifference that made people shiver. He said: "This choice is not made by me, but by him. If he is willing to give it to me, I'll use the fruit, if he doesn't want to... then it doesn't matter if he dies."

Ao Mian sighed: "I can't see through you."

Zhang Jingmo didn't speak.

Ao Mian said: "I'm a little curious. Is it a good thing or a bad thing for him to take you as his teacher?"

Zhang Jingmo said: "For me, I don't know whether this matter is good or bad, but for him, it must be a good thing."

Ao Mian laughed: "Interesting, interesting! I like you!"

Zhang Jingmo said: "I just don't know what the senior is going to do next?"

Ao Mian said: "I know there is a place for the fruit you need."

Zhang Jingmo said, "Where."

Ao Mian said: "The demons go to the three cities."

Zhang Jingmo vaguely guessed it.

Ao Mian said: "So if you want to get the fruit quickly, you should accompany me to exorcise the demon early."

Zhang Jingmo said: "Everything must be done by yourself."

Ao Mian nodded in satisfaction, and he said: "Take a good rest, I think the demons are going to make trouble again." ——He put the beheaded head of Wu Lang directly on a flagpole of the tower, Let all the demons see the final fate of the demons.