A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Mo Wendao looked at the demon boy who disappeared under his hundred swords with a bad look on his face.

Let him run away again!

There was an invisible force that blocked his sword just now, although it was only for a short breath.

But when masters exchange moves, even a fleeting moment is enough to change the situation of the battle.

Mo Wendao turned around and looked at the group of children behind him who had come out to practice. Especially when his eyes fell on the Xuanlang Sect disciples, he stayed there for two more seconds.

The blade of the sword in his hand turned slightly and stabbed the plain ground without mercy.

In an instant, the mist dissipated and was actually forced back by the sword energy.

Mo Wenwen will not break the illusion by following the rules.

But he is strong, and he dares to use his strength to forcefully break it open.

As a result, Bei Wan and others saw the Xuanlang Sect disciples vomiting a lot of blood and their faces were as pale as paper.

Being forcibly pulled out of the illusion, the soul will naturally be damaged.

I don’t know if my brain will go crazy.

It's not very useful in the first place.

You won't be completely stupid this time.

Mo Wenwen's eyes fell on Bei Wan, looking at the bloody wound on the cheek of the delicate-looking young man.

"Put it away. It's specially used to treat injuries caused by sword energy."

He reached out and threw a bottle of ointment in the direction of Bei Wan.

He turned around and left, as if he was continuing to look for the demon boy just now.

The ointment was given to Bei Wan because his sword energy hurt an innocent person.

As for the group of people in Xuanlang Sect, it was not him who made them fall into the illusion.

It just made them vomit some blood, and it was already pretty good to be able to rescue them.

Otherwise, being trapped in an illusion will only lead to one outcome, and that is to be trapped to death.

Bei Wan caught the ointment thrown by the man, opened it, and applied a little on his cheek.

In an instant, the wound stung by the sword energy stopped hurting instantly.

"Senior, what should we do now?"

"Keep going forward? Or go back?"

Bai Jianzhi asked Bei Wan.

Before Bei Wan could answer, the crow standing on her shoulder started chirping.

"Let's go! Baby in front! Bird's baby!"

"Charge! Bird baby!"

The crow's cry, which was unpleasant and even exciting, sounded in my ears, and it was like a death blow.

Bei Wan: cold face.

He raised his hand without mercy and knocked the crow away with one punch.

The childish voice was still a little condensed: "Let's go!"

Come on, the demon people have already left, so let’s keep moving forward.

Just when Bei Wan was about to lift his feet and walk away, the little peach spirit hidden in the peach wood sword said, "Someone has been watching you just now."

"But he doesn't seem to have any ill intentions, he just keeps following you."

"He's gone now. He left, just when the demon left."

Bei Wan frowned slightly. Someone has been following her?

Who is it?

……

In a cold and eerie cave.

The man, who was wearing a bamboo-ink gown with a black gauze covering his eyes, looked quietly at the young man sitting casually on the ground, looking carefree and embarrassed.

"What's going on, tell me."

Qi Youqing didn't expect that even if he was following Bei Wan, he would accidentally bump into Mo Yan.

It was Mo Yan who had already started cultivating demonic energy.

Moreover, Mo Yan was already on par with Mo Wendao in terms of strength.

But Qi Youqing didn't feel good about it.

Whether it is him or Mo Yan, they all know that once a monk starts cultivating demonic energy, the demonic energy will conflict with the original spiritual energy in the body.

In the end, it will evolve into a battlefield within the body, where you will fight to the death and both sides will suffer.

No matter which side wins, the monk will die.

"Isn't that right, senior brother? Are you so callous and ruthless as soon as we meet?"

Mo Yan sat cross-legged on the stone comfortably, his face covered with a mask, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

We can only judge from the boy's uninhibited sitting posture that he may be in good condition.

"Also, I changed my voice, didn't use my usual spiritual power, and wore a mask. How did you recognize me, senior brother?"

Qi Youqing's voice was condensed: "I can recognize him even if he dies and turns to ashes."

As for Mo Yan, who despises that dog and wants to be kicked by others to vent his anger even if he dies, isn't that the best thing to recognize?

"Senior brother, I'm so touched by you! I didn't expect you to love me so deeply that you would even recognize me when I turned to ashes!"

Mo Yan stood up immediately and rushed towards Qi Youqing, but Qi Youqing kicked him away in time.

"roll."

Qi Youqing felt that the extremely rare anger in his heart rose again.

A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

It was only through the forcible movement of the power of the spirit of speech that Mo Wendao's sword stopped for an instant and Mo Yan was pulled out.

Now that I am so angry with this guy, can I not vomit blood?

"Okay, let's go!"

Mo Yan, who was so moved just a second ago, quickly planned to get away.

He was finally able to leave, why should he let him meet the third child!

Facing his first senior brother and second senior brother, he could still conceal something appropriately and tell lies.

Now that I have met the third child, I will be finished immediately.

In the past, Qi You's spiritual power was not very impressive, but now...

He was able to control Mo Wenwen's hundred swords, which shows how far he has developed the power of the spirit of speech.

His current condition is not good to begin with, but if the third child asks, he will definitely lose his pants.

So, if you don’t run now, why don’t you wait.

Qi Youqing looked at the boy who turned around and ran away, feeling his head hurt a little.

He has been with his little junior sister for so many days, but he just thinks that the little junior sister is reliable, steady, cute and pleasing to the eye.

Why did my head hurt just after I glanced at Mo Yan?

"Go back!"

Three words, sonorous and powerful, as if they could kill people, with a power of words that Mo Yan could not resist.

The rigor of the power of words and spirits is far beyond Mo Yan's imagination.

and so……

He really came back.

Mo Yan rolled to Qi Youqing's feet and looked up at Qi Youqing helplessly.

"What are you doing!"

The young man simply lay down on his back, looking like he had smashed a broken jar.

Qi Youqing took a deep breath and calmed down the feeling of wanting to punch someone in his heart: "Where did you get the devilish energy in you?"

Mo Yan lay down: "Can I tell you a lie?"

Qi Youqing:......

I finally understand why, Senior Brother always likes to hit people with a mace.

If you have time, ask your junior sister for a bluestone tile. It should be fun to hit someone.

Especially for someone like Mo Yan, he had to hit him violently to vent his inner emotions, otherwise he would really suppress himself.

An hour later.

Mo Yan and Qi Youqing walked out of the cave together.

Qi Youqing was still calm and relaxed, and even felt a little refreshed.

ink tired...

He was limping, but fortunately he was wearing a mask on his face, so he didn't seem to be hit in the face, which was a blessing among misfortunes.

"Be honest these days, don't use your demonic energy, and wear it well to hide from the King of Hell. It is a heaven-grade hidden magic weapon. Unless the Tribulation specifically targets you to find you, others will not find you."

Mo Yan's heart moved. Could it be that the third child couldn't find him either?

The next second, before he could feel happy, he heard.

"I am the main contractor. I can find your location anytime and anywhere."

Don't think you can escape, that's just a dream!

Mo Yan: ...

"I'm leaving. You can take care of yourself. Don't play with yourself to death. If there is an emergency, you can hide from the King of Hell and come to me."

Qi Youqing put down these words and walked away.

Mo Yan's situation is a bit special, and he can only wait until he leaves this secret realm to find the master to solve it.

It seems that he can't die at the moment. Give him some life-saving and concealment magic weapons and let him have fun with it.

The senior brother left, leaving Mo Yan alone.

The young man sighed quietly, looking at the gradually darkening sky, feeling the pain in his body.

It's almost time again.

"Come on, I'm not afraid."