Our Lady of the Mother will die if she does not escape

At daybreak, with full spiritual energy, he easily penetrated the scorching mist.

It's just that the area of ​​the fog was too large, and it took me a long time to fly by memory before I jumped down and set foot on the top of the mountain.

It took only half a day to go back and forth, but last time it was for himself, this time it was for the common people, the head and others gave him the spiritual power, he can't care about the old relationship between master and apprentice, he can't hesitate to shrink back, he has to make up his mind to kill Li Xue Fairy, stop this.

Holding the sword and falling, he walked towards the center.

Soon, he saw a pair of cold eyes shoot out from behind the dim mist, looking at him fixedly.

A treacherous coldness crept up from his spine, just standing in front of the Bloodletting Immortal Witch, the aura made Chu Woyun suffocate and sweat profusely.

Tianlin lay across his chest, the blade of the sword shone brightly, illuminating the sky and the earth.After walking in, Chu Woyun was surprised to find that the man had ferocious tentacles all over his body, and his long hair was floating upwards, like a beauty sealed in an ice coffin. Endure unspeakable torture.

It turned out that he was not looking at himself, his eyes and brain were in a state of emptiness.

Chu Woyun had experienced this state before, and instantly realized that Song Lingxing was trapped by a daylight nightmare.

The whole family of Blood Witches is almost extinct, but the ghosts of their ancestors seem to be spying on the world all the time.Their minds are unpredictable, and they are both righteous and evil. When the demons staying in this holy land are asleep, they will invade their dreams at any time and see extremely terrifying pictures.

And Song Lingxing is their descendant, why would his ancestors warn him, or more like a punishment.

Surrounded by boiling air, he seemed to be plunged into extreme cold, his complexion was terribly pale, and tentacles and vines wrapped around his limbs, holding him up. He couldn't move, and could only tremble pitifully.

Chu Woyun was shocked suddenly. Right now, he lost consciousness and was unable to resist, isn't it the best time?

Without the slightest hesitation, Tianlin's sword soared, like a wandering dragon, wrestling out of its sheath, and the sword light fell down freely, wrapped in terrifying coercion, and pointed directly at the man's chest.

The next moment, the hilt of the sword that was tightly held seemed to be hot, and it was carelessly loosened.

Where is Song Lingxing in front of him, he is clearly another apprentice he has been thinking about day and night, at this moment, the Tianlin sword pierced deeply into his bare chest, the white-haired Demon Lord held the sword edge with trembling hands, and the spiritual power of the fairy sword eroded The skin of his palm.His eyes were dark, and there were two lines of blood and tears on his cheeks.

Long Xie stared at the empty eyes, and squeezed out broken words from his throat: "Master, Master, do you... want me to die?"

Desperate like a foot in the air, Chu Woyun covered his mouth and staggered back.

How could it be, how could it become Ah Xie, he killed him, he obviously killed Song Lingxing, why did he become Long Xie? !

Ah Xie is not dead?But Chu Woyun killed him now? !

This scene took away all the blood and strength in his body, he clenched his fists tightly, there was a piercing pain in his chest, and tears rolled down his face.

"Master, it hurts so much...Master, you want to kill me...you...kill me" The ghostly voice was filled with vicious resentment.

"Axie...Axie...I...I'm sorry, I..." Even he himself couldn't hear the broken tone.

"It hurts, it hurts, Master, I'm blind, I gave you all the dragon scales, and you lost the power of three successes, and you still want to kill me, Master, you are so cruel!"

With a golden complexion, Chu Woyun backed away, knocked his heel on a protruding stone, and fell heavily to the ground.He could only yell "Ah Xie, Ah Xie", heartbroken, but nothing more.

He was already on the verge of collapse, his hand suddenly touched the hilt of the sword, and he was paralyzed on the ground for a while, by a strange error, he picked up the sword on the ground and put it on his neck.

With a chill on the neck, the Lingtai suddenly became clear for a moment in a certain gap.

Moving his eyes to the front, the bright Tianlin sword was still piercing Long Xie's chest, spurting out a rush of plasma, but why is there another one on the ground here?

Chu Woyun suddenly came to his senses, his teeth ruthlessly bit the soft flesh in his mouth, and the next moment, the tip of the sword reversed and pierced into his thigh!

The world in front of him seemed to be wrapped in a glass jar. The jar shattered and fell apart. Amid the loud noise, his eyelids opened wide, the scene suddenly changed, and his body was once again surrounded by clouds. In front of him was the extremely beautiful face , Let people see that there is no distinction between good and evil.

How could the ancestors of the Bloodletting Immortal Wu Clan punish their descendants?It wasn't Song Lingxing who was trapped by the nightmare at all, but himself!

"You're back." A man's beautiful voice came from above his head, "I still underestimated you."

Chu Woyun clenched his right hand on the sword tightly, and tasted the fishy sweetness in his throat. After successfully breaking the illusion, he also suffered serious internal injuries.The thick zhenqi in the dantian immediately came out to repair, but it was not enough to cause too much damage.

The disintegration of the nightmare is the opportunity to break out of the cage and break out of the cocoon.

Chu Woyun said softly: "You don't lie, I never saw Ah Xie's body, so I would never believe that he died."

The man smiled and said: "Even if he is not dead, but the illusion in the holy land of our clan, you should not treat it as an illusion."

Chu Woyun was hit hard in the chest, and he recalled what Jiang Jue said: This is a foreseeing dream.

A few months ago, due to different opinions on regaining the position of Demon Lord, Chu Woyun temporarily avoided him with disgust.Later, he realized his wish of "seeking his apprentice to become a dragon", but he still hid. Long Xie begged him to come out of the mountain and cut off the dragon's scales himself, begging for some mercy from him.He was stumbled by other disciples of Xiaoyao Sect.There seems to be a pair of cruel hands in the dark, pushing them farther and farther...

He went from fleeing like a plague god to searching up and down but couldn't find it, and now he completely regrets it.He ranked everyone in front of Long Xie, naively thinking that the protagonist had his own golden finger protection, but he didn't want how much damage he had received because of himself.If Long Xie really died miserably without his knowledge, what would happen to him in the future?He didn't know, he just felt that the future was bleak and bewildered.

Could it be that the fate of him and Ah Xie is like this?Chu Woyun gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, swallowing the blood in his throat: "I don't believe it!"

Milky white tentacles grew from the ground and flew all over the sky. The man from Zhilan Yushu stood among them, looking at him with pity and admiration.

"I used to think that my ending was tragic and my evening scene was bleak. Later, I realized that what I thought at the beginning had nothing to do with what actually happened." Chu Woyun laughed, "I am the last If you don’t believe it, it’s someone else’s fate!”

The sword light rose up, and the sharp sword pierced through the clouds and mist.Pounce on each other without reservation.

The smoke is hazy and chaotic. Fortunately, he has lived in Wusui Island all year round and has developed a pair of eyes that can see things accurately.In the mist, he became that omnipotent Sheng Xuzi again.

The five-color spiritual power pierced the sky, splitting the sky with the momentum of the stormy sea.All the tentacles growing on the ground were cut off.The viscous liquid was all over the sky, making people sick to the stomach, but the man in Tsing Yi dancing in it was not stained at all, as clean as if he didn't belong to this world.

Song Lingxing stared at the scene in a daze, and with a tap of his right hand, a slender soft sword appeared in the palm of his hand.

The eight words on Meng Yuanjian still remain, "Tomorrow is not the time, connect the sky to the canyon", which records Chu Woyun's humiliating experience of being deceived.

The man smiled slightly: "It's still early, so the disciple will accompany the master to dance for a while."

Chu Woyun stood up without saying a word.The move hits the vital point directly, without the slightest hesitation.Song Lingxing no longer used the tentacles on his back, but only blocked with a soft sword at the right time. The body of the sword was like a flying snake, bent and twisted, and the tip pierced the opponent's front door. More than a dozen fellow practitioners, with colorful halos, defended him firmly, and shouted wildly again, their spiritual power soared, shaking him out.

In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for hundreds of rounds, and Tianlin's sword was sharply sharp, rolling up unparalleled aura.This sword is regarded as the master's sword, and for thousands of years, there is no fairy weapon in the world of cultivating immortals that can match it.The spiritual power from Lord Yue Yi made Chu Woyun reach the peak state of the unity of human and sword, which has already broken through the state of the early stage of transformation.

The man was slightly surprised. His master didn't have a sword, and he never used a sword. He only taught his disciples basic sword moves in the swordsmanship class as a teacher.Many of the disciples used swords, and most of them followed the sect's orthodox sword manual to practice. Chu Woyun only demonstrated and gave pointers at the beginning, and then let the disciples practice on their own.It is precisely because of this that the disciples of Wusui Island have made their own way in swordsmanship, unlike the disciples of Yingfeng Valley, their swords are all fierce.

He always thought it was because Sheng Xuzi's swordsmanship was mediocre, so he didn't miss his disciples.But now, the swordsmanship attainments shown by his master are not inferior to any sword fairy in the fairy world.

Chu Woyun held a sword flower, and Song Lingxing looked at the graceful blue figure, but didn't notice that he was at a disadvantage.

Chu Woyun saw the right time and broke through his close-fitting defensive cover, but the opponent's Qi flow suddenly surged, and the black Qi flowing out entangled his body and locked him in place.

"When it comes to swordsmanship, a disciple is not as good as a master." The man spoke with humility, "So next, I have to be more serious."

Chu Woyun gritted his teeth and broke free from his body, trying his best to create an opportunity to counterattack again, but the difference in strength has nothing to do with swordsmanship moves.Immediately afterwards, all of his spell raids were blocked, and he was seriously injured. The situation was overwhelmingly tilted towards the opponent.

Whenever he faintly breaks through that threshold, there is always a conflicting force in his body that pushes his potential back.A faint burning sensation behind his ear distracted him.To use an inappropriate analogy, this is like the CPU of a computer is overloaded, the electric board heats up, and the performance of the hardware is forcibly reduced in order to protect itself.

This led to a natural gap in their entire realm.If it is said that Huashen and Yuanying are the difference between cloud and mud, then practicing emptiness and Huashen is the difference between heaven and earth.His body can at most show the strength of the transformation stage, facing Song Lingxing who is doing his best, he is nothing more than a mayfly shaking a tree, and a mantis is a cart.

He bit his lower lip tightly, and the headmaster's instructions came to his ears.

But if he didn't break through to the stage of transformation, he wouldn't even be able to touch the corner of the opponent's clothes.

The right hand resting on the sword was clenched tightly, and a fishy sweet tasted in his throat.

"If I'm not mistaken, the head of the sect has given you a whole body of spiritual veins. There is only one forbidden technique in the world that can do it." Song Lingxing said, "The last one who did this seems to be a pair of brothers, so they tasted the bitter fruit .”

"So what about the bitter fruit... In order to kill you, Xianmen will do everything in its power, hehe, are you afraid?"

"It's a pity, I can't see the power that Xianmen pours on you, there is no room for display."

"There is no room to use it?" Chu Woyun wiped his face and moved towards him persistently. The Tianlin Sword was hanging down in his hand, and the sound of the sharp tip of the sword grinding against the ground was harsh.

"I'll let you, an evil heretic, see what the real Great Realm of Hollow Void should look like."

After all, he fell on deaf ears to the senior brother's entrustment.

But it doesn't matter, there are other ways, Chu Woyun has already tested the efficacy of the Holy Yin Pill, and Yue Yijun is a more trustworthy person.

The Tianlin sword stood in front of him, trembling and pulsating, swept his fingers across the sword, closed his eyes and breathed out, the spirit pulse surged from the dantian and was about to roar out, he was like an unrestrained prodigal, wanting to kill Yue Yijun All the spiritual power given is exhausted in one hit.

However, the spirit vein was suddenly blocked midway, he opened his eyes, and asked blankly, "What's going on?"

Something was pinching the big acupoints all over his body, and the spiritual flow galloping through his limbs was suddenly stopped, like a water flow with a closed gate, the source was still there, but it couldn't rush to the designated place.

Song Lingxing looked at him blankly, with infinite warmth and nostalgia on his face.

Chu Woyun found that the thing in the hair was echoing the other party.It also suddenly became hot, burning the sensitive skin behind the ear red.

As long as the Blood Witch is alive, Fingerbone will do his best to protect his lover's life.In Chu Woyun's move, he had the idea of ​​dying together.The phalanges automatically sealed the big acupuncture points all over his body, restricting him from using spells during the practice period, and preventing his body from enduring energy beyond the limit.

This made him unacceptable, and the little finger bone also came to hinder him!

Angry emotions engulfed his heart, he roared angrily, once again churning up a torrential sea of ​​​​qi.

However, it was still as calm as the first time.

So many times, under the pity eyes of the man, he knelt down again and again, a mouthful of blood shot out from his chest.

Still in such a state of embarrassment, after a long circle, nothing changed.Sheng Xuzi has been sickly and weak all year round, facing a strong enemy, he can only kneel down and vomit blood.

A white shadow flashed in the field of vision, the man stood in front of him, squatted down, and touched his face with a jade-like hand.It was cold to the touch, making him shudder.

"Enough is enough. If it's enough, I'll heal Master. I don't like the breath on your body, and your body will reject it after a long time. If you want power, I'll give you a better substitute, okay?" ?"

He was asking for his permission, like the female disciple who respected him a lot in the past.

Chu Woyun opened that cold hand, stood up leaning on the sword, and stepped back a little.

Song Lingxing looked at him affectionately.He was about to go up to grab his arm again, but Chu Woyun slashed across with his sword, and the opponent didn't dodge. There was a long gap in the clothes on his chest, revealing a hideous bloodstain on the snow-white flesh. Song Lingxing looked down and evoked a self-mockery With a smile like that, the blood was sucked back, and the wound began to heal immediately.

Chu Woyun took advantage of this and took another ten steps back.

"Don't go that way, if you go any further, you'll fall..."

As if the action in the illusion was repeated, Chu Woyun held his sword horizontally in front of his neck, but this time, with the other hand, he was holding a clump of long hair behind his ear, and the edge of the sword was gently pulled outwards, and a piece of black hair fell into the air. With that lavender finger bone, it fell into the mud at his feet.

"Do not!!!"

"Why don't you understand this?" Chu Woyun smiled miserably: "You gave it... I never wanted it..."

Infinite spiritual power activates every blood vessel, every bone, and every organ in his body.He had never felt this way before, as if the world had been trampled under his feet.

At the same time, the coercion of the Hollow Realm squeezed every inch of his flesh and blood, and his vitality was being exhausted bit by bit.

When Song Lingxing rushed over at a loss, Chu Woyun stabbed him in the heart with a sword.