The cannon fodder brother of the son of luck

Song Ning stood quietly on the spot, only looking at Xiao Heng's body in front of her, not approaching, the white rainbow in her hand was shining white light faintly in the darkness.

"I thought you would chase after him crying like you did back then."

A chuckle sounded in Song Ningqing's ear, but Song Ningqing remained still.Song Ningqing didn't speak until Xiao Heng in front of him dissipated in the demonic energy and revealed Wu's forgiveness.

"I can tell the truth from the fake."

"Oh?" Wushe tilted his head and looked at Song Ningqing, still holding the ball of light containing Xiao Leiyun's soul in his hand, "I have met many people who said they could tell the truth from the fake, and it turned out that it was just their self-righteousness .”

Wushe took a step closer to Song Ningqing. Although Song Ningqing's Baihong sword no longer had the strange power that could evaporate its demonic energy, it couldn't tell whether the power had disappeared.

"Where does the power of your sword come from?"

"Why should I tell you?"

Song Ningqing remained calm, he didn't have much immortal power, so he must not act recklessly.

"Although I don't know where you found the thing that can kill me, but...do I really have to die?"

"...you don't think you deserve to die?"

Seeing Wushe nodded, Song Ningqing turned the sword slightly, and Wushe stopped as if threatened.

"I entered the world by mistake back then, and committed a taboo, so I was punished a hundred times like this." Wushe caressed the soul of life in his hand, as if introspecting, "I hate it so much, I have to fight back even more, too. There is no way."

Wushe lightly described all the previous events as "forced", Song Ningqing's brows twitched, and then she said slowly.

"I have been in Demon Realm for decades, and I only know one thing about monsters."

"What's the matter?"

"None of them have 'guilty feelings.'"

Song Ningqing's sword had a slight halo of light, and in this dark night where there was no sky and no earth, even time seemed to be frozen, but when the sword intent was together, in this space like a tightly closed clam shell, , Suddenly there was a breeze.

As soon as Song Ningqing's Baihong came out, Wu'she seemed to have expected it, and blocked the soul in his hand, but the momentum of Baihong did not flinch, and the point of Xueliang's sword stabbed straight at the soul!

There was a slight squeak, like a long needle piercing a cowhide water bag, the light ball in Wu'she's hand suddenly dissipated, and Wushe's head with a cracked bright red cavity pretending to be smiling.

A few drops of scorched oil fell from Song Ningqing's sword. He looked down at the oil gradually slipping off. The monster behind him, which should have been reborn countless times, turned into a puddle of tar and disappeared.

"In your eyes, I'm just a person who can't even remember my name." Song Ningqing turned around and stepped on the tar ground, "It's probably a flattery to separate yourself to kill me."

Do you want to find out the details of Xianli?pity……

Song Ningqing held Baihong in her hand, and Baihong made a slight noise, and headed towards the place where the devilish energy was surging.

"The true soul of the real body and Mr. Baichuan must be with Xiao Heng."

This young man who has been through for a long time is no longer the same as before. He was terrified and restless all day long because of the sight of human blood. He has someone to protect. No matter who the opponent is, he can be as steadfast as Yue Zhenyuan Ting .

As soon as Xiao Heng entered the country, he stood in the Youduwoxian Palace.

In that courtyard, it was raining all over the sky in spring, and the sound of spring thunder and zither sounded leisurely, accompanied by the sound of pattering rain, as if one could hear it forever and ever.

Xiao Heng stood on the corridor of the Immortal Palace, looking at the courtyard downstairs, he could see his father Xiao Leiyun playing the spring thunder there.

The wide black sleeves fell to the ground, and there was no tile to cover his head. The rain just fell on him, soaking his clothes and long hair.

There were pattering footsteps in the courtyard, and a child ran in with a red paper umbrella, and stood on the tree stump with all his strength to shield Xiao Leiyun from the rain.

"Father."

The young Xiao Heng covered Xiao Leiyun's head with a red paper umbrella, Xiao Leiyun looked up at Xiao Heng, and then turned to look at the main entrance.

There, I do not know when there stood a monk in white, holding a glass rosary, also without an umbrella, but the rain would not fall on him, and he shone slightly in the rain, as if he had come from the Buddha Kingdom in the sky. , the pure and undefiled lotus flower.

Xiao Heng turned his head slightly, and said softly to the black monster standing behind him on the corridor.

"The first time I saw you back then, after you left, I asked my father a word."

"What?" Wushe said.

"I asked, who are you?"

Xiao Heng put his hands in his sleeves lightly, looking at the frozen picture downstairs.

Wushe seemed very interested, and slowly approached Xiao Heng.

"Father said..."

Xiao Heng turned around slowly, revealing that face that was [-] to [-] percent similar to Xiao Leiyun, in Wushe's eyes it seemed that Xiao Leiyun was talking to it.

"He said that he once traveled with you, talked with you, and fought each other, but in the end he was just a passerby."

The only clear bloody mouth on Wushe's face split into a smile.

"This is your nonsense."

"Ah... I really can't lie to you."

Xiao Heng smiled lightly, the spirit sword around his waist was still unsheathed, and two dragon scales appeared on his cheeks in an instant, and the huge dragon energy broke through this illusion!Whether it was the leisurely spring rain, or the three people standing in the courtyard, they all turned into shattered lenses, bursting open suddenly!

The celestial power wrapped in the unyielding body evaporates and exhausts all the devil energy it can touch, and there is no chance of resurrection.

"Your habits are still the same," Xiao Heng looked at Wushe who was standing not far away, "Because you don't understand life and death, life and death are also treated as a game."

"Attacking the heart is boring."

Xiao Heng raised his left hand to press his chest, his fingertips turned white due to too much force.

"Hurry up, I still have to go find my senior brother, but the master is still waiting."

But Wushe stood where he was, and asked a little stubbornly.

"What did your father say?"

"Kill me and tell you."

Xiao Heng drew out his sword, and Wushe rushed towards Xiao Heng as if he was not afraid of death.The devilish energy containing all the malice in this world hit Xiao Heng like a whip.

Facing this vast demonic energy, Xiao Heng only needed to protect his vital points, and if his other arms, shoulders and legs were injured, he would endure it.

"Why don't you use your sword?" Wu'she asked.

Xiao Heng raised his sword, and swung a crimson red light that illuminates the world. Wherever the red light passed, it only precisely pierced Wu'she's left chest.

"I thought...you would eliminate all the demon energy in this world."

Wu'she shouted and laughed, raised his hand to grab the blade of Fufu's sword, but when its fingers touched the blade, it immediately dispersed.

"Master said, use sparingly," Xiao Heng's subordinates slashed at Wushe's waist and abdomen with force, "When I think about it, I think what Master said is right."

"You're used to deceiving people, it's not good if you still have a back hand."

Xiao Heng cut the black figure in front of him neatly with one sword, and watched the body dissipate, while the boundary formation remained.

There was unforgiving laughter in the air, and he seemed to be sure but also sighed helplessly.

"Bai Zhanfeng is really troublesome, but he is probably gone now, just like your Taoist companion."

The one who answered without pardon was Xiao Heng's huge body of the black dragon that completely filled the boundary formation. Every scale on the body was evenly distributed with immortal power, and the dragon ball under his jaw shone with dazzling light.

The monster originally thought that it was an invisible figure, but in the red-gold pupils of the dragon... there was nothing to hide.

"Who is my master, how can the demon get him? Brother, he has come."

Under the shadow of the huge dragon body, Song Ningqing, holding a bright long sword, was looking up at the boundless darkness.

In the darkness, the black dragon looked down at Song Ningqing, and bowed his head at him.

"Brother, come up."

The passage between the human world and the demon realm is the gap filled with thunder.If there are high-level monsters passing by here, it will definitely trigger thunder.

The same goes for people.

Cultivation above Yuanying will also attract thunder from the sky.

It's just that the sky thunder in this gap was swallowed by a boa constrictor with nine heads.This nine-headed python is much bigger than the Heavenly Demon that chased Song Ningqing, Xiao Heng and others back then.On the head of this ugly snake, there are two horns, neither a snake nor a dragon.

It had eyes, but they were all dark and could not see any light.

The sky thunder, which is enough to make a practitioner disappear in smoke, strikes on the sky thunder, as if it is just coated with a layer of silver light, which does not hurt the scales at all.

Standing in front of it, Bai Zhanfeng couldn't help showing a sigh.

"Goodbye Heavenly Demon, how many years have passed?"

The sky thunder that was supposed to fall on Bai Zhanfeng was also stopped by the abyss giant monster. For Bai Zhanfeng, he didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune.

"Master, Master, I have been called this by my apprentice for most of my life..."

Bai Zhanfeng slowly raised his sword, and the same immortal power as that of Xiao Heng and Song Ningqing radiated from the sword.

"At the end of the day, I can still learn something from them."

Immortal power is just another "form" that is different from spiritual power. The "style" has the Tao, and the cultivator realizes the Tao.

Bai Zhanfeng will be able to cross the catastrophe, his hand has repeatedly touched the zenith that is only a line away, touching that mysterious realm.Many times in the sea of ​​consciousness, he seemed to be able to see the things on the top of the sky just by looking up through a window pane.

However, there is a layer of window paper behind him, so he can't see everything.

Today, Bai Zhanfeng saw Xiao Heng and Song Ningqing's sword spirit, and the shackles in his body suddenly disappeared.He understands that even if he wants to climb the ladder at this moment, there will be no obstacles ahead.

But, how could he walk away?

"Although it can't be used all the time, the sword that cut this monster should still be there."

Bai Zhanfeng laughed loudly, this sword of accumulating power was originally reserved for the monster Wu Amnesty, and it was impossible to stay here.

"I think you are also impatient, so within this sword, you will decide your life and death."

The nine-headed python immediately let out a terrifying roar, like a dragon or a snake, but its huge body was extremely flexible, and with just one turn, it blocked all of Bai Zhanfeng's front and back paths.

With a loud noise, the nine-headed python wrapped Bai Zhanfeng's tail with its snake tail!

In that mountain of flesh, it was covered with corrosive slime and endless devilish energy, and ordinary cultivators would have been devastated.

The nine-headed python looked up at the passage ahead as if it had crushed a bug to death.A white light flashed across the passageway, bringing with it the vitality of the world, making it salivate.

It hurriedly crawled forward, but for some reason it suddenly felt that its body was much lighter, as if... half of its body was missing.

The nine-headed python slowly turned its head, and behind it, Bai Zhanfeng, who was supposed to be dead, was standing on top of its half-severed snake tail, with his hands in his pockets, looking at it leisurely.

It... didn't even see how Bai Zhanfeng drew his sword.

Bai Zhanfeng exhaled lightly, and the white light on the Songfeng sword dissipated. He looked up at the nine-headed python, and said softly.

"Don't worry, there are nine heads, and I'm one lost."

As soon as the words fell, the nine-headed python felt that its eyes were wrong, just like what Bai Zhanfeng said, the nine heads that it had cultivated for countless years fell from its neck like rotten meat.

The majestic devilish energy that was almost suffocating was dissipated in this gap by the immortal power contained in the sword.

At this point, the demon died.

In this gap, no one saw Bai Zhanfeng's sword.

Thousands of years of accumulating strength, from the strongest to the fiercest, but when the sword is swung, it is softer than the invisible wind.

It is as soft as the harmless moonlight, penetrating into the flesh and bones, making it undetectable.

"Denying the existence of this thing..."

Bai Zhanfeng looked at the sword in his hand, raised his hand and stroked his beard.

"After finally learning such a trick, is it possible that I will die here today?"

Bai Zhanfeng turned around, and at some point behind him, dozens of celestial demons appeared, as if they were evil figures crawling out of the abyss, and they would never leave today unless they ate the blood food they had been thinking about.

Bai Zhanfeng sighed, but he never thought of retreating to the passage behind him.

"It seems good to bury the bones here. If you can fight a battle before you die, you will die without regret!"

The Pine Wind Sword in Bai Zhanfeng's hand also buzzed, as if he was in joy. Even if the master dies, it will accompany him all the way!This is its kindness!

"Tap, tap, tap", a series of gentle footsteps suddenly appeared in the gap, the man with a high ponytail, wearing a green shirt with peach blossom embroidered branches on the sleeves and corners, walked In the gap where the thunder is rampant, it is like walking by the Xiushui River full of flowers.

"I said, why are you so noisy today? Why didn't you call me when you were fighting?"

Hearing this elegant voice, Bai Zhanfeng turned his head slowly, and saw the smiling young man with a long sword of his height on his back.

"Su Tao Jun."

Bai Zhanfeng slightly cupped his hands towards Su Taojun.

"Peach Blossom Fall No.20, Bai Zhanfeng, the head of the third generation, has met the Patriarch."

Su Taojun unsheathed his long sword, looked at the magnificent scene in front of him, and smiled at Bai Zhanfeng.

"Seeing this desperate situation, I don't see fear, but I feel happy. You... are like me."

Xi Huaigu was standing behind Sujiang Immortal. When Xi Qianzhong suddenly appeared from behind the tree, he was really startled, but he had nothing to say to his son at this time.

Although the demons can't come out of the channel, some weak monsters still emerge one after another.

The rest of the people, together with A Miao who came behind regardless of the teacher's orders, were also killing those monsters.

In this deep valley, there are dozens of formations built with spells to communicate with other sects.

In the end, the channel was destroyed in time. Although there is a disaster, but...

Xi Huaigu listened to the endless screams in his ears, "The casualties are not as heavy as tens of thousands of years ago", he couldn't say it anyway.

The heavens have pity on them, so they lowered this enchantment, because manpower is really unable to compete with the monsters.

In addition... the heavens brought natural disasters because of the monster. If the monster does not die, those monks who tried their best to stop the water and fix the soil, and those monks who ran around on the mainland to kill the fleeing monster. Xiu, wouldn't it be exhausted to the point where his cultivation is exhausted?

At that time, who can protect themselves, and who can...be human?

Xi Huaigu looked at the black array that had been motionless on one side. No matter how they attacked or unsealed the talisman, they still couldn't open it.

"I'm afraid this boundary formation is as magical as that monster. No matter how it attacks, it will be resurrected."

Xi Qianzhong stood beside his father, looking up at the formation, although his face was not visible, but his heart was already burning with anxiety like a raging fire.

Chao Sheng is still holding the sword and guarding the passage. Although Su Jiangxian has put down the bow and arrow in his hand, Chao Sheng dare not underestimate the enemy.

After all... It is not uncommon for Su Jiangxian to retort immediately when her temper comes up.

"Aren't you worried about your master and juniors?" Su Jiangxian asked in a manly voice, staring at Chao Sheng.

"Worry?"

Chao Sheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, looking confident.

"I'm sure they win."