The demon witch is her white moonlight

Everything started because of her.

Ji Yuxuan half-closed her eyes indifferently, looking at the mess on the ground, a vague memory finally emerged, and she caught some clues from the silently passing picture.

She walked over staggeringly, turning a blind eye to Qi Jianxin's fierce gaze, and pressed her plain white palm on the pool of blood on the ground.

The real catastrophe has only just begun.

The trouble should end it.

"Yinxuan." She murmured, "The forbidden formation in the ground comes from an expert of Yinxuan's lineage."

"A ghost is trapped inside, and the person she wants to kill is me, Xiaoyi...she will be fine."

That sword narrowly escaped death, but if it was really that ghost that struck, Le Xiaoyi could still be saved.

There is help.

As if to convince myself, I whispered it over and over again in my heart.

She wants to find her, no matter what the cost.

"Yinxuan?" Qi Jianxin's fierce eyes were slightly restrained, but he showed suspicion, "You are talking about the Yinxuan sorcerer who has been passed down from ancient times and has only one line in his life? Why didn't you say it just now?"

Ji Yuxuan grabbed a handful of blood-soaked soil and clenched it tightly, but did not answer Qi Jianxin's words.

If she had known earlier, how could she have brought Le Xiaoyi here?

She sucked the blood and dirt picked up by her fingertips into her mouth, the salty breath stimulated her eyes, and only then did her empty heart regain consciousness.

The pain bent her spine, her fingertips dug into the soil, and her shoulders twitched from time to time like spasms.

The fragility was fleeting, and when she stood up again, her eyes were indifferent.

No one can see what she really looks like in her heart.

When passing by Qi Jianxin, Ji Yuxuan said "I will come back" expressionlessly, and left without looking back.

The attendant froze for a moment before quickly following Ji Yuxuan: "Dharma protector..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ji Yuxuan interrupted him: "Contact the person who took over the task of investigating Yinxuan's bloodline five years ago. No matter what method you use, I will get news about him within a day."

When meeting each other, Ji Yuxuan was not surprised, but Feng Hongyu almost fell off the stool.

"Guardian Xi?" Feng Hongyu confirmed to the person in front of him.

Ji Yuxuan raised her eyes, ignored her question, and cut straight to the point: "How much do you know about Yinxuan?"

Within a day, she not only got the news, but also met Feng Hongyu, which was unexpected luck.

Ji Yuxuan had no expression on her face, and her tone was flat, but Feng Hongyu shivered for no reason. Her heart sank, and she took a careful look at Ji Yuxuan.

She had a double encounter with the woman in front of her. Feng Hongyu thought she had two eyes on people. The first two encounters were completely different from today's.

Meeting her several times, Ji Yuxuan felt very cold to her. Unlike Luo Qingcheng's soldierly coldness, Ji Yuxuan's coldness came from the heart, and she was indifferent and alienated from everything.

If the coldness of the previous two encounters still had room for change, but what I saw today was a bottomless loneliness like an abyss.

It's as if all the joys, anger, sorrows and joys have been taken away from the body, leaving only an empty shell.

Even if the sky collapses and everything dies in the next moment, she will not be moved.

The moment her gaze met Ji Yuxuan's cold and serious gaze, Feng Hongyu's heart trembled. What happened in just a few days?

She withdrew her gaze, suppressed the question, and replied: "Five years ago, I took over this task and found out that Shen Chengkui, the bandit leader of Dongyang Mountain in Yongzhou, had a body protection relic made by Yinxuan, so he sneaked into Dongyang Mountain and has been guarding it ever since."

"Although there are many people with Yinxuan bloodlines, the real inheritance can only be passed on to one descendant at a time. Only when the previous Yinxuan descendant dies for some reason, will the bloodline of the next inheritor be awakened. Yinxuan with the power of inheritance The blood talisman of Yinxuan's lineage will appear in the palm of Empress Xuan." Feng Hongyu told all the news she had found out.

"I learned from Shen Chengkui that the descendant of Yinxuan in this life is in Lanjiang." Feng Hongyu said solemnly, "It is reported that many people from unknown and mysterious forces have poured into Qianzhou recently. Yinxuan went, so I came here in a hurry, intending to go to Yulan Mountain to find someone."

What force can see her purpose in advance?Or, they had the same thoughts as her.

"Is this person in Yulanshan?" Ji Yuxuan heard the key points in Feng Hongyu's words.

"Yes." Feng Hongyu nodded, "The news is absolutely true."

"Do you know how strong he is?" Ji Yuxuan asked again.

"Innate, it should be at the Lingyuan realm, not at the level of the Danyuan realm."

Ji Yuxuan nodded: "Okay, follow me to Yulanshan."

Feng Hongyu was taken aback for a moment, then asked: "When are you going to leave?"

"Let's go now." Ji Yuxuan stood up.

be quick.

Changes later.

Ji Yuxuan thought.

Feng Hongyu stood up and left the pharmacy with Ji Yuxuan.

But before they walked a few steps from the pharmacy, a figure blocked their way. Ji Yuxuan raised her eyes and glanced at this person coldly, and said to Feng Hongyu, "I will give you ten breaths to deal with the aftermath."

Feng Hongyu frowned, looked at the woman walking towards her with an unfriendly expression, and said coldly, "You haven't left yet? What exactly do you want to do?"

Luo Qingcheng walked past Ji Yuxuan, stopped in front of Feng Hongyu, watched Feng Hongyu's fully armed appearance, frowned vigilantly, and asked without answering, "Where are you going now?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Feng Hongyu was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, "Good dogs don't get in the way, get out of the way!"

Before that, she thought she was bitten by a vicious dog.

However, Luo Qingcheng changed from his irritable and irritable temperament before, he was not angry because of Feng Hongyu's unkind attitude, but looked at her worriedly: "Your injury is not healed yet, no matter where you go, I will follow you Together."

"Luo Qingcheng, do you not understand human language?" Feng Hongyu kept a cold face, not being moved by Luo Qingcheng's words, and suddenly laughed after saying this, "That's right, how could a mad dog understand that?" Understand human language."

He smiled on the skin but didn't smile, and every sentence he said was like a needle prick.

After laughing, she lowered her voice: "Whether you understand it or not, I will say it again for the last time, Luo Qingcheng, don't follow me, if I see you again, I will directly strike."

After finishing speaking, she walked past Luo Qingcheng without turning her eyes.

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The cold rock dew dripped on Le Xiaoyi's face, she woke up faintly, and subconsciously curled her fingers.Immediately, suffocating pain rolled over her whole body, her mind went blank, and she almost passed out again.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and looked inside, the sword wound pierced through her chest, there was wet blood under her body, and a pile of black mud was pressed on her body.

not dead.

Le Xiaoyi thought.

When the Jun Lan sword stabbed at her, it activated the protective magic circle in the jade bracelet, so it only stopped for a moment, but it deflected the edge of the sword, so that the blow did not directly penetrate into her heart.

Hongmeng Jianxin still dutifully guarded her internal organs, her heart was in danger of breaking, and because of the warm heart grass, it held her last breath, otherwise she probably wouldn't be able to wake up.

Suddenly, Le Xiaoyi frowned.

She felt a strange power surge up from the ground, penetrate into her body through all the limbs, seal the bleeding wound, and repair her damaged meridians, muscles and bones bit by bit.

Because of this mysterious power, the pain eased a lot, and the stiff limbs seemed to be warmer.

Only then did Le Xiaoyi realize that she was able to wake up not because of her strong will, but because someone was saving her.

The bleeding from the wound had stopped by itself, but she couldn't move, and couldn't leave this ghostly place.

If the power that keeps her alive disappears, it will be freezing cold, and only the slowly approaching death awaits her.

The only thing to be thankful for is that her injury this time was not as serious as the last time she was injured by the sword shadow guard's palm.

Although the Jun Lan Sword is a fifth-grade treasure, the power of the sword itself has not been stimulated, and it is still a bit weaker than the head-on palm of the sword shadow guard at the Soul Origin Realm.

Therefore, even if Jun Lan's sword pierced through her chest and abdomen, she could still move. Although the wound was painful, it was not as painful as the last time when her muscles and bones were completely broken.

Enduring the dizzying pain, Le Xiaoyi lifted off the mud covering his body, sat up with trembling arms, and asked hoarsely, "Who is here?"

She still remembered what happened just before she fell into a coma, the ground collapsed and she was sucked into the mud.

So this place should be underground, where the sunlight cannot come in, the walls are dark, and you can't see your fingers. Even if there is someone, the other party's cultivation level is much higher than hers, and it is impossible for her to sense the other party's breath.

Within the range of her spiritual consciousness, she was the only one, and the Jun Lan sword was not far from her head and was inserted obliquely on the ground.

After Le Xiaoyi's voice fell, there was no reply for a long time.

Just when she thought that the other party would not answer her, a faint female voice sounded in the darkness: "Otherwise, guess who I am?"

The sound hit his ears, and Le Xiaoyi's heart shrank.

Little... Xiaoxuan?

wrong.

The voice is very similar, but not Xiaoxuan.

Moreover, she was obviously the only one stuck in the mud.

If it was Xiaoxuan, he would not be so far away from her, nor would he speak to her in such a tone.

Le Xiaoyi's heart was pounding, the surrounding darkness pressed towards her as if alive, clutching her fragile heart, she might be overloaded at any time and die suddenly.

She didn't dare to speak, even though there were countless reasons in her heart to refute her subconscious guess, but the voice was exactly the same as Ji Yuxuan's.

The silence lasted for a few breaths. The other party didn't hear her answer, but there was another chuckle in the darkness.

Both carefree and playful, as if seeing through Le Xiaoyi's thoughts, she laughed so hard that her scalp went numb.

"Aren't you afraid to answer?" The voice came again.

The darkness was pushed aside by a pair of pale hands, and the woman came out of the mist, her beautiful face clearly engraved in Le Xiaoyi's field of vision.

Le Xiaoyi choked for breath, as if a basin of iced water was poured down her forehead, freezing the blood all over her body into clots.

"I saw you with that impostor who occupied my body, but I have been waiting here for you for 11 years." The woman stared at her with focused but distant eyes, with unspeakable grievance and grief, "Xiaoyi ,I have been waiting for you."

Wait for you, save me out.