After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn

The nine-tailed cat suddenly stopped, its hair exploded, and trembling all over, fell to the ground, unable to even go.

Peiyu twisted her eyebrows, jumped off the cat's back, and walked a few steps. Everything in the surroundings began to twist, and the magic energy permeated, oozing from every corner, she pulled Wushuang, and the cold moon-like knife light swept across, cutting away for a moment to clear the light.

"go."

The nine-tailed cat bounced up and fled out of the dense forest without looking back.

The wind was blowing, the leaves were rustling down, and Peiyu jumped onto the high branches, overlooking the forest.

I saw billowing sand and dust rising, countless monsters fleeing in the forest, the birds were startled, and a large swath of the sky swept across the sky.

Four dark red beams of light rose from the four corners of the forest. Near the beam of light, the mist gradually rose and spread to the center of the forest.

Peiyu was surprised, holding Wushuang in her hand, and was about to find out there, the cold wind hit her behind her, and the bitter murderous aura made her feel cold all over her body. Peiyu turned sideways, jumped under the tree, and the dark devilish energy rolled over, and the thousand-year-old towering ancient tree rang and broke into several pieces.

A thin and tall figure stood in the shadow of the tree, with long hair pouring on both sides, slightly moved by the wind.

Peiyu raised her head with a complicated expression, "Peak Master."

Lingyang closed his eyes and walked out of the shadows. This is the first time Peiyu has seen Wen Jun after the Gushan Incident. She is a lot thinner than before, her face is pale, her eyebrows are slightly frowned, and she is different from the loving and kind-hearted Zhuyu Peak Master in Peiyu's memory.

Peiyu didn't understand what she was thinking. The devil has always acted recklessly and followed his heart, but it seems that Lingyang is happier when he is in Gushan.

Ling Yang looked at her quietly, swiftly, gently curled her lips, and smiled. She stretched out her hand, and a bunch of magic flame burst out from her fingertips.

The devil flame is invincible, burning everything, and Peiyu frowned.

"Peak Master, why do you want this?" Peiyu asked.

Ling Yang smiled and said, "Does the devil still need a reason to do evil?"

Peiyu looked down at the knife in his hand, and the sharp light of the knife pierced through the dim jungle, "But, since you left Gushan, have you really been happy one day?"

Lingyang was stunned, the magic flame jumped upward, and the deep black fireworks flickered, like a green mountain with veil, sending a cool night breeze. Scattered lights spread out in the heart of the flame, like the flying fireflies in the Liudaoyuan.

Can you be really happy one day?

Perhaps it should be asked, since the moment she became a demon, there will be a day when she is truly happy.

Then she can answer that there were days like that, the days when you got in touch with Ye Yun, when you talked and laughed with Xiaobai, and when you caught Liuying with the brothers and sisters in the Liudaoyuan, the laughter was real, and the joy was real. .

She is like a dead soul who travels in the old days, raising her hand to stop the rushing time, wanting to hold the scattered colorful clouds, and gather up the broken glass. These hundreds of years are like a beautiful dream, separated by a mirror of water and moon, but the dream is a dream after all, and there will always be a day of waking up.

Looking at Lingyang Zhan, he seemed to see endless green hills, colorful clouds scattered, and fireflies flickering.

She flicked her sleeves and shattered the mirror.

"The good things in the world are not reliable, the colored clouds are easy to disperse and the colored glaze is brittle." Ling Yang sighed, and the magic flame burst out like a snake, rushing towards Peiyu, "I have experienced too many differences in my life."

Peiyu moved swiftly and avoided sideways. Looking back, the place where he stood just now has become a piece of scorched earth. She clenched Wushuang tightly and thought to herself, this former gentle and loving peak master was really murderous.

The demon flames followed one after another, and Peiyu just avoided and never fought back.

Ling Yang sneered: "Why don't you do it?"

Peiyu held the knife horizontally, the fireworks blasted above the blade, and the dark sparks scattered, like clouds, fog, and ink marks in the water. Through the heavy ink, she looked at Lingyang's cold eyes, "I think I advise you to turn around."

Ling Yang laughed, his long hair danced without wind, and the magic lines on his face became more and more ferocious, "Why are you so naive? So funny?"

Just like the group of people in Gushan, they want to persuade a demon to turn around. Do these people think that they are the world-honored ones who give up their lives and feed the tigers? It's ridiculous and stupid to live a few hundred years, yet still be so innocent and self-reliant.

Peiyu stepped on the branch, turned over to avoid the magic flame, and said sternly: "I don't think this is funny."

The ground is cratered, lava flows, and within ten miles, there is scorched earth.

But Peiyu was still spotless and unharmed.

Lingyang rolled his eyes, put away the magic flame, and said to her: "Do you know? I used to befriend your father."

Peiyu's voice was frozen like ice, "I don't have a father."

Lingyang flipped her hand, and a long knife appeared in her palm. "I am lonely and unrepentant. I made it for two friends in the past." She raised her eyebrows, "Since you have seen Mirage Beads, you must know the past. The truth, then do you want to know what Mirage Pearl hasn't recorded?"

Peiyu said nothing.

Lingyang's eyes were scarlet, staring at her closely, wanting to see her reaction, "For example...Why did Xie Canglan and Shen Zhishui fall into demons?"

Peiyu raised his eyes, expressionless, but the hand holding the knife was very tight, the joints were white, and Wushuang's blood line became more and more beautiful.

Ling Yang suddenly didn't rush to kill her. Instead, he wanted to drive the girl into the abyss of despair like a cat playing with a mouse, making her look like Xie Canglan and Shen Zhishui in the past, with the collapse of faith.

So Lingyang inserted No Regrets on the ground, leaned against the tree with his arms folded, and picked up the fragments buried in time. "I saw Canglan at the Flower Nianhua meeting more than a hundred years ago, when he was ten years old. A few years old, she's skinny like a little mouse," she laughed, "When you first came to Gushan, it looked a lot like you. When I saw him, I knew he was going to be enchanted."

Peiyu interrupted her, "I have no interest in him."

Wushuang swiped and pointed to Lingyang, "Since you want to fight, come on."

Since I can't persuade, then I can only move her, and the move that the master has taught is nothing to lose.

Lingyang was somewhat distracted, "I haven't finished speaking yet..."

Peiyu stands on the branch, white clothes fluttering, and the knife shines like snow. She didn't wait for Lingyang to speak any more, like a white bird leaping up, a shining white light flashed across the darkness, the lava instantly cooled, and a thin silver frost was condensed on the vegetation.

Ling Yang raised his head, his eyes filled with the light of silver swords.

This reminded her of when she was at war with Huaibai. Huaibo's sword intent is like a galaxy in the soup of galaxy, and when the sword is out, the mountains and plains are covered with sword light like silver and frost. And Peiyu's knife is like a pale waning moon, with sharp edges, hanging high at midnight, high above, and it only makes people feel completely cold and lonely.

Ling Yang's body turned into fog, avoiding the thunder stab. She flicked the frost and snow on the placket of her elastic jacket, smiling, like laughing at a child who was overpowered, "Kill me? It's a pity that you came too early. Waiting for a few hundred years, you will cultivate to become an infant, maybe I will Died by your sword, but now..."

The overwhelming demonic energy came from behind her, surging continuously, and the trees in the forest lost their vitality in an instant, and turned into mud.

Peiyu suddenly turned around and leaped into the depths of the dense forest. The white robe was particularly dazzling in the dim jungle.

"Want to escape?" Ling Yang hooked her lips. This neat figure reminded her of Huaibo again when she fled, and said in her heart that Peiyu finally got the true biography of her master. It's comforting.

The black magic spirit is like a surging river, Lingyang stands on the river, with his clothes fluttering, like an immortal crossing the river, chasing Peiyu into the forest.

There was a long canyon in front of her. Peiyu glanced back at her, smiled, and jumped down.

"Want to escape?" Ling Yang commanded the devilish energy, and then jumped down.

There is a green river under the canyon, shining with sparkling light, and it is extremely beautiful.

Ling Yang didn't pay attention to it, and directed the devilish energy to block Peiyu's path in all directions, and approached with a smile.

But at this moment, the river under my feet suddenly boiled.

Lingyang's brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't react yet, but Peiyu's brows were red, and he lifted his hand lightly, and suddenly there was a **** mist behind him, endless.

Lingyang's pupils tightened, "Who are you?!" She immediately jumped up, trying to fly out of the abyss, but the blood mist was like a net, covering the sky and covering her. She fell down, facing the murderous old Jiao.

In the mist, the girl in white clothes was like frost, holding a knife on the abyss, "Want to escape?"