This is what villains are like

"The aura on her body is a bit disordered, and it seems that she has encountered a lot of trouble."

Jiang Lan stood on the top of the mountain, his clothes fluttering, and his spirit was like jade. He put his hands behind his back and looked at Ling Zhuyun not far away.

After noticing that there was something wrong with her aura, he immediately smiled warmly and brightly.

Then, with a slight stroke of his fingers behind his back, the originally quiet ground suddenly rumbled and trembled, the earth veins buzzed, the essence fluttered, and streams of bloody light quickly disappeared into the earth veins.

After doing all this, his figure disappeared from this place.

Not far away, Ling Zhuyun was dressed in a white dress as pure as snow, holy and pure. On her jade face covered by gauze, her expression was cold and calm, and her eyes were calm.

The black hair poured down like a waterfall, falling straight to her waist.

A hosta that had been inserted sideways before had accidentally fallen off during a fight with a powerful enemy.

She didn't have time to look for it now. In the depths of her seemingly calm eyes, there was actually a hint of fatigue.

Before and after, we encountered two waves of enemies in total.

Even she felt a little strenuous, but there was no peaceful area to rest at the moment and she needed to be on guard at all times.

In her jade hand, she held a crystal-clear pearl. The soft light spread out, dispersing the rich purple mist, illuminating the way forward for her.

Chi, chi, chi...

Suddenly, she sensed something, and Ling Zhuyun's calm eyes suddenly changed.

The pearl in her jade hand was instantly withdrawn, her slender fingers were raised forward, and a green lake-like stream of light flew out. It was a bracelet wrapped in the divine light of Xiawu. The light was strong, and it was smashed forward with a bang. go.

A rock that was as tall as several people suddenly shattered into pieces, and several streaks of bloody light, accompanied by a sinister wind and a sneer, rushed toward her.

They were several human-faced flags shrouded in blood-colored mist, which were strange and eerie, with strands of black mist swirling and steaming around them, as if there were living beings howling.

The human face in it stared at her with vicious eyes, as if it wanted to devour her flesh and blood and suck her blood.

"It's these things again..."

Ling Zhuyun's face was covered with frost, and her white jade hands were shrouded in rays of rays of light. She slapped forward, and the powerful magic power was like a long river, rolling past. The rocks shook, like the waves lapping the shore, rumbling and trembling.

Her slender and well-proportioned body was also moving forward. Between the skirts of her skirt, her straight jade legs shone with a bright white luster. She swept them into the air and knocked away the approaching human flags from a distance.

At this moment, she had completely lost her previous holy aura, her brows were indifferent, she was like a jade-faced immortal, sharp and powerful.

puff...

In the void, there was blood-colored mist filling the air, emitting a burning aura.

One of the people with a flag let out a scream and was hit by Ling Zhuyun's palm.

The rays of light surged from her body, and a bright moon rose in the palm of her hand. It was beautiful and holy, but it contained the ultimate murderous intention.

These people with flags came and disappeared quickly, turning into bloody streams of light and escaping into the mist.

Ling Zhuyun originally wanted to chase it and destroy it completely, but when she saw this, she could only give up.

Don't chase the poor, especially at this time.

She suspected that there was someone behind these human flags, and every time she was slacking off, they would suddenly rush out and try to devour her blood essence.

Along the way, she has encountered several such attacks.

And these people's flags can escape into the ground at any time and disappear in the blink of an eye. If she hadn't had a strong spiritual sense and amazing perception, it might not have been easy to deal with them.

She guessed that many monks and souls might have fallen into the trap.

The younger brother of Han Yiming, a true disciple of the Taoist Ancient Sect, might have died tragically under such a human flag.

Ling Zhuyun calmed down and took a breath, feeling that the injury was touched again.

"No, I have to find a safe place to recover first, otherwise it will be difficult for me to deal with these people when they come again with flags on their faces."

"The people behind this probably have the same idea. They want to take this opportunity to consume my strength, and then kill me again when I am tired."

Ling Zhuyun's heart sank slightly. She left the Yaochi Sect's large army and came alone to look for the missing junior sisters.

But it's a pity that no one has been found. It has been so long. If they had no other means of saving their lives, they would probably have died here.

"I've tried my best, I'm sorry to the junior sisters..."

She was silent for a while, then sensed the direction in which Zixia Zhenjun was born in the cave, and chose to go in another direction to avoid running into those who were vying for the opportunity.

She had to find a place where no one would disturb her and where she could rest and recover.

After a cup of tea.

Ling Zhuyun came to a place where cliffs met, and there was a sound of clear spring flowing in front of her. It seemed that a mountain spring passed by here and gathered into a stream.

"There should be a cave or a cliff crevice in this place..."

Ling Zhuyun was about to leave, but she felt a burst of energy and the roar of the mountain spirit not far away. She was slightly startled, hesitated, and decided to take a look. If she could help, then she would help.

But when she walked over and saw the scene clearly, Ling Zhuyun was stunned again.

His cold and calm eyes were slightly widened, and he was very surprised.

A figure she had never imagined appeared here.

"Jiang Lan..."

"Why is he here? I thought he was with his men."

"It looks like he suffered a lot of injuries."

In the gentle stream shrouded in purple mist, Jiang Lan's clothes were torn, and there were scratches on his face and arms, making him look quite embarrassed.

The usually spotless robes were now stained with dirt and blood, and the long hair that was originally tied up was also hanging down, where he was constantly dodging the attacks of mountain spirits and wild monsters.

On his body, a jade pendant gave off a faint light, forming a shield like a barrier to protect his entire body.

In his hand, he held a lot of shining talisman and jade stones, and he threw one or two out from time to time.

The lightning flashed and the flames sprayed out, smashing the mountain elves and wild monsters together, causing them to scream in agony, but it also aroused their ferocity, their eyes became more and more scarlet and cruel, and they were wandering around, ready to charge at any time.

"These talismans cannot exert even 10% of their power in his hands."

"If it is exhausted, I am afraid that I will die here and become the food of these mountain spirits and wild monsters."

Seeing this scene, Ling Zhuyun's mood was a little complicated. Although she didn't like Jiang Lan, she couldn't help him, not to mention that she had drank his spiritual tea at the tea-making conference before.

Because of Ye Ming's incident, she also helped him cover up, saying frankly that Ye Ming stayed with her on the day Jiang Lan was assassinated.

Both emotion and reason can be saved.

Chi, chi, chi...

Thinking of this, Ling Zhuyun raised his palm and fired out a burst of sword energy.

The mountain elves and monsters gathered together suddenly let out a scream, and instantly exploded into essence under the impact of the sword energy.