Cheng Moji

The hourglass in the dark night is passing by bit by bit, the slanting moon is sinking in the mist, and the murderous spirit continues to travel through the night.

After Dongfang Ying carried the weak and exhausted witch back to the couch, she used her spiritual power, her misty steps jumped quickly, and walked towards the desolate mountain.At this time, no one has untied the silk rope in their hands, perhaps it has not yet reached an extremely dangerous situation.He carefully identified the flow of breath in the air, looking for the familiar smell.The smell of blood is mixed with the smell of a fox demon, it is him, the smell is getting stronger and stronger, brows are furrowed, and the worry in his heart is getting heavier and heavier. Could it be that something happened to Lengxin, and it was too late to pull the silk rope in his hand to ask for help, maybe he didn’t want to Dragging others down, the inexplicable uneasiness weighed on my heart, and it became more and more heavy, which seemed to slow down Dongfang Ying's pace, and felt that the journey was farther than usual.

"Brother Leng!" A roar piercing through the sky shouted towards Leng Xin who was not far away, what echoed for a long time was not a human response, but echoes from the valley many times.The stronger the smell of blood, the closer he was to where Leng Xin was, the more unwilling he was to face the truth, it was so cruel!

Dongfang Ying walked to an open space, and the silence was abnormal, like the silent silence after the tsunami.The stomping footsteps made me feel that I was still moving forward, and I couldn't recognize anything in front of me, but I was just walking towards the place where the blood flow was scattered, and I couldn't stop slowing down.He tentatively called in a low voice, "Brother Leng, is that you?" There was no response at all, and the frightened Lin Yu was jumping in the distance, and there was a cold whistle-like voice whistling in the wind.

"Brother Leng, are you there?" As she walked slowly, Dongfang Ying gradually saw a figure lying on the ground under the moonlight at night, the shadow was dark and miserable.Immediately, Dongfang Ying held her breath, ran over in a hurry, gently stroked and called to the stiff person in front of her, without making a sound.He squatted halfway, lifted up Leng Xin's body, and leaned against him.Dongfang Ying probed the other person's breath with her finger, but it was as cold as ice, there was air in but not out.In a panic, he was at a loss, so he hurriedly poured a pure spiritual power in his body into Leng Xin's body desperately, hoping that it would be effective in returning to heaven and preventing the death of the people in front of him from hating the sky.Not knowing if it worked, Dongfang Ying touched Leng Xin's face with her hand, she was slightly hot, with a trace of blood, resisting the infiltration of the cold night, but she still couldn't feel the flow of breath in her nostrils.what to do?what to do?

Dongfang Ying tore off the knot in her hand, and used the spirit technique to transmit a voice to Feng Qiwu: Brother Leng is dying.

Feng Qiwu, who was fighting against the sorcerer here, was heartbroken after receiving the news, and the pity he had felt before was gone. He wanted to end the battle quickly and go to the other side to rescue him.

With a long shout of "Ah--", Feng Qiwu transformed himself, the fire in his heart rushed out, and turned into a fire-colored phoenix, the brilliance filled the sky and the earth, and then turned towards that person like a shuttle sword, exhausted Kill with all your strength, "The last blow, suffer death!"

Under the impact of the powerful and fiery demonic energy, the defensive barrier cast by the wizard was immediately vulnerable. Before he could swing the staff, he was already blown away by this powerful force. He only heard the wizard's cry of "ah", and his body was already dead. Hanging in the air, falling into the abyss, falling into hell, until there is no echo.A person always has to pay the price for his actions, and can only be redeemed by exchanging his life for his life.

Feng Qiwu turned around and disappeared.After the war, on the edge of the cliff, there was only the howling of the wind and the moaning of night insects.The moonlight is merciful, and the sprinkling of brilliance covers up all the filth.