Zanxing

The fishy smell penetrated into the nose, with an intriguing damp musty smell.

Mu layerxiao clenched the God-destroying sword beside him, and looked at Tian Fangfang who was holding a broken branch and was joking at him.

Hey, Junior Brother's method is really effective, and scratching the itch can really wake you up. Tian Fangfang clapped her hands and asked Mu Shexiao, Priest Brother, are you alright?

Mu layerxiao was only stunned for a moment, and immediately understood, and only asked the two people in front of him: Illusion?

Isn't it? Tian Fangfang stood up, patted the dirt on her knees, and looked into the distance: The three of us are all on the road, thanks to the little junior brother who woke up and tickled me awake, otherwise I wouldn't You know how long you're going to be here.

Just now, the two of them found Muchengxiao, who was sinking into the illusion, and scratched his feet with dead branches on the ground for a long time, and finally woke him up.

The illusion here is so powerful that even Uncle Seven and Senior Sister Meng can't see it. I'm afraid the opponent's strength is very strong. Mendong's little face was tense: The Qiankun bag can't be opened, and there is still a loss of Yuan force. Most of them are the ghosts of the master of illusion. This matter is not that simple.

Although Meng Dong is young, he has accompanied Zhao Mai and Gu Baiying all the year round to find spiritual treasures that can repair the loopholes in the spiritual veins. To create such a big battle, one city is enough, and the two heavenly favored people of the Taiyan faction did not notice anything wrong. It can be seen that the opponent is more difficult to deal with than in the past.

The soldiers will block the water and cover the soil. With so many of us, we are afraid that he won't be a monster? Tian Fangfang is very optimistic: Besides, if he is so powerful, why should he sneakily create an illusion and come out to harm people, since he dares not be open and honest. Competing with us, nine times out of ten, he's a dude. Isn't that right, pastor?

The pastor pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, Senior Brother Tian is right. Besides, the top priority right now is to find the brothers and sisters first.

As soon as these words came out, Mendong and Tian Fangfang looked strange for a moment.

Mu layerxiao asked, What's wrong?

That. Tian Fangfang hesitated for a while, Junior brother, actually. He stepped aside and motioned Muchengxiao to look behind him. There, by the stone wall of the cave, dressed in a white dress like the mist in the valley - Meng Ying fell to the ground.

Meng Ying and Muchengxiao were not far away, and Tian Fangfang found out about Mulayerxiao before.

Mu layerxiao was stunned: Senior Sister Meng? He took two steps forward, and seeing that it was Meng Ying, he turned to ask Tian Fangfang and Mendong, Why didn't you wake her up?

Tian Fangfang and Mendong looked at each other and took a small step back in tacit understanding. Tian Fangfang threw the branch that had just scratched the pastoral sky towards him, coughed lightly and said, Junior brother, I'm a big old man. It's neither light nor heavy, if you hurt Senior Sister Meng, it will be over, you should come.

Mu layerxiao looked at Mendong.

Mendong waved his hands again and again: I can't do it either, I won't. What a joke, Meng Ying is a direct disciple of Uncle Yueqin, and that old-fashioned Uncle Yueqin knew that he took off Meng Ying's shoes and scratched her feet. Will definitely clear the door.

Besides, even if Senior Uncle Yueqin didn't know, who could make a move against Senior Sister Meng's frosty face? Senior Sister Meng's happiness and anger are not visible on weekdays, and if she is unhappy, she might cut him off. He is just a young apprentice of Daoist Moonlight. Although he has an immortal spiritual aperture, his cultivation is ordinary. Meng Ying is the future head of the Taiyan faction. Even if the master wants to protect him, he will be powerless.

Mendong thought about it, became more pitiful, and even more determined not to pick up this hot potato, and only said sincerely to the pastor: Senior brother, we tried other methods just now, but we couldn't wake up. As for the matter of scratching senior sister, Your cultivation base is high, it is you who will come.

Mu layerxiao frowned slightly, bent down to pick up the twig that fell at his feet, walked to Meng Ying and knelt down.

He was open and honest in his heart, but when he took Meng Ying's foot in one hand and was about to remove her shoes and socks, he suddenly hesitated.

Speaking of which, Liu Yunxin used to step on the mud with his bare feet in the ground when he was a child. Although the two of them were not brothers and sisters, they were more like brothers and sisters. They never cared about this aspect. But Meng Ying and him are not yet familiar to this point, and the women in the sect are arrogant and arrogant, what if they think his actions are abrupt?

What if Meng Ying wakes up later and cuts him off in a fit of rage?

Mu layerxiao suddenly felt a little apprehensive.

With his current cultivation, he can't beat Meng Ying.

It's just that it is difficult to ride a tiger at this moment, and it seems that Tian Fangfang and Mendong won't scratch Meng Ying for a while, so they can't be delayed like this. Thinking of this, Mu layer Xiao was heartbroken, closed his eyes and tore off Meng Ying's shoes and socks, grabbed a twig and scratched for a while.

I don't know how long it took, and there was a pop sound.

In the silent cave, a slap sounded suddenly.

A heavy black long sword was lying across his neck, the woman looked sullen, and her voice was like ice: Deng Tuzi——

Snapped--

The figure was thrown out roughly, the back hit the hard cave wall, and when it slid down, the blood trailed behind him like a long vermilion worm.

Yang Xingxing! Gu Baiying's eyes narrowed, while trying to hold up his body and trying to stand up, but the stagnant spiritual pulse had already made it difficult for him to move an inch, not to mention, he had lost his vitality.

Let go of her. The boy tried his best to speak calmly: I'll stay with you, it's a good deal for you.

The Mirage walked to the hairpin's side, stretched out a hand to hold the hairpin's neck, and lifted her up like she was carrying the goods, while admiring the struggle of the prey in her hand, she said calmly: Xiaoxianchang , that can't be done, she has to die, you and I too.

Don't toad want to eat swan meat. Cough cough Hairpin Xing laughed: How can my uncle be with an old monster like you, and don't dream less.

Very good, you will still be hard-mouthed when you die. The mirage smiled instead: If I throw you into your most feared illusion, I don't know if your bones are as hard as your mouth.

Gu Baiying said angrily, What do you want to do?

I don't like killing people directly, the mirage's voice was gentle: It's too rough and boring. I like to let them sink in my fantasy, where I am the way of heaven. As for you, she looked at the hairpin , Smelly woman, let me see what you are most afraid of, and I will let you sink into fear forever.

Tian Dao? Hairpin Xing was noncommittal: You may have misunderstood yourself. In my opinion, you are just an old monster playing with people's hearts.

Bitch— The mirage's beautiful face seemed to be distorted by the words of the hairpin star. She suddenly opened her five fingers, and the slender snow-white fingers suddenly turned into five vicious snakes, rushing towards the hairpin star. Come.

The next moment, the mirage's movement stopped.

The coiled flower stick was broken into two pieces, one was held in the hands of the hairpin, and the other was submerged in the mirage girl's waist, not all of it, only a small section at the front, and a clump of blood dripped from it.

She tilted her head slightly, with a slightly confused look on her face, and then that look quickly subsided, replaced by hideous anger: How dare you—

You really talk a lot. As soon as the hairpin said those words, she was slammed to the ground by the mirage girl. She didn't care about the wound on her body at all, she just raised her hand, and the flower stick was pulled out from her waist.

You may not know what the real illusion is, I said, the mirage said coldly: You will regret—

The flower-coiled stick suddenly opened in front of his eyes, and from the front of the stick, a small red snake flew out. The snake was as thin as a human finger. The whole body was covered with blood, and it was terrifyingly bright like a mirror, like a thin silk thread. , quickly dashed into the hairpin star's forehead.