I am drawing cards in Liaozhai

Zhaohuamen.

The warm sunlight envelops the entire mountain like a tulle.

Li Xiuyuan was leaning against the wall with his arms folded in a daze. Not far away, Zhao Huizheng was sweating profusely following his fellow students whom he had just met not long ago.

The coolness of the stone slab made people unconsciously ignore the harshness of the sun, making Li Xiuyuan drowsy.

"Is Daoist Li worrying about my Zhaohuamen?"

A woman in white clothes holding a sword happened to pass by this group of new disciples. Seeing that Li Xiuyuan was still refusing to leave, her tone inevitably became a little cold.

This person is the head of Zhaohuamen.

Li Xiuyuan was not affected by the other party's sarcasm. One must know that Zhaohua Sect only accepts female disciples, and it is considered a lenient to tolerate him as a big man staying here for more than a week.

He rubbed his head, and sighed with some melancholy: "If it weren't for two people in my family showing affection in front of me every day, I wouldn't hold back and leave..."

Li Xiuyuan spoke too lightly, and the master of Zhaohuamen couldn't hear clearly.

She frowned and was about to ask again, when she raised her brows suddenly, she turned around and stared fixedly at a certain place in the southwest direction.

The pitch-black long sword in her hand was trembling and buzzing in the scabbard. If it hadn't been held down by the master, it would have rushed out of the sky immediately.

The head of the Zhaohua Gate suddenly forgot the original purpose of coming, and murmured in disbelief: "How is it possible, what is there..."

Li Xiuyuan's drowsiness disappeared, and he felt an inexplicable coldness rushing into his heart, as if something that was about to affect the fate of everyone was happening.

Before he had time to think about it, the ground under his feet shook violently, and the young disciple who was seriously cultivating at the side fell into a mess.

The frantic screams mixed with the rumble of the ground made people panic.

The turmoil behind him brought back the sanity of the head of the Zhaohua Gate. Before she had time to find out, she forced her sword into the air and shouted loudly, "Quiet!"

The sect master had accumulated a lot of prestige in the past, not long after, most of the disciples managed to regain their composure and lay down tightly on the ground.

Seeing the opportunity, Li Xiuyuan quickly threw dozens of soil-fixing charms in all directions, which saved the ground from cracking.

A few minutes later, with everyone's efforts, the Zhaohuamen's mountain protection array finally opened, turning into a silver-white mask, firmly protecting the crumbling mountain top.

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In the deep and dark woods.

The ghost face was walking forward cautiously with Tu Yue on its back. After Jiang Xun left in a hurry, there were only the two of them left here.

He doesn't know how to shrink the ground to an inch, and he is afraid of Tu Yue's injury and dare not walk too fast, for fear that the wound will open under the bumps.

So I had no choice but to slowly carry people down the mountain at a speed that is too slow for walking.

Tu Yue was half awake, leaning against his back and smiling in a daze: "...at your speed, I don't know if we will be able to reach the foot of the mountain next year."

The opponent's back was visibly stiff, and Ghost Face unconsciously quickened his pace.

But I couldn't go up much faster. Tu Yue thought casually that the time to go down the mountain could be reduced from one year to half a year.

Before he could say anything, the ground under his feet suddenly trembled, and Tu Yue's heart suddenly seemed to be shrouded by an invisible shadow. He couldn't help shaking his body, and subconsciously tightened his grip. The hands holding the ghost's face and neck.

This time without him reminding, Ghost Face immediately opened his legs and ran quickly.

In just a few seconds, the forest has undergone earth-shaking changes. The countless ancient trees that passed by were affected by the landslide and fell down one after another, exposing the intertwined rhizomes underneath.

Without the shade of the trees, the sun shines unreservedly on the two of them.

But Tu Yue was not affected by this warmth, instead her heart sank heavily.

"It's over..." He murmured softly.

The forest here is close to several villages, and the sudden earthquake may bring unimaginable disaster to the local people.

Tu Yue tried to stretch his neck and looked into the distance over the ghost face's shoulder.

The originally clear sky gradually became dark.

The muffled thunder rolled uninterruptedly in the thick clouds, as if some roaring ferocious beast was hidden in it.

Stormy weather.

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Wang Sheng has been forced to the top of the cliff.

The monster that attacked him before has been repulsed by Ying Long and Fu Zhu together.

Now I can only stand under the cliff, watching and waiting for the opportunity to move.

On the surface, Wang Sheng still had the upper hand, but in fact, he knew that he was on the verge of a dead end.

The elixir given to him by Jiang Xun can keep him awake longer and shorter.

And about 5 minutes ago, Wang Sheng had just swallowed the last pill.

The icy porcelain bottle that was tightly held in his palm made his finger bones ache, but unfortunately, this slight pain was not enough to restore his sanity.

"bump!"

A monster with a pitch-black body and wings on its back was sneaking up from the bottom of the cliff, from a position out of Wang Sheng's sight. Unfortunately, before it could get any closer, it was thrown out by a powerful dragon's tail, and directly Hit the gravel-covered ground, life or death unknown.

Ying Long was centering on the cliff where he was, steadily and ruthlessly pulling all the creatures within ten feet away by their tails.

Shang Yang waved its gorgeous wings and danced in mid-air, countless fine raindrops containing spiritual power fell from the sky, which not only brought benefits to allies, but also effectively reduced the mobility of other monsters.

Just when the two sides fell into a stalemate, the originally pitch-black sky suddenly burst into red light.

It wasn't obvious at first, but gradually, the red light expanded and began to spread from the edge to the center.

Wang Sheng stared at the sudden red light, feeling more and more uneasy in his heart, always feeling that this unplanned change would break the balance he worked so hard to maintain.

Sure enough, his anxiety soon became a reality.

Those monsters shrouded in red light rushed up the cliff one by one as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

And what frightened him the most was that the negative debuff brought by Shang Yang's skill seemed to have suddenly failed, and it could no longer have any effect on those aggressive monsters with red eyes.

Even Zhu Yan and Xiang Liu, who originally planned to wait for Wang Sheng to be exhausted, were affected by the strange red light and joined the battle one after another, as if they were not going to drag it down any longer.

Ying Long, who was quite comfortable at first, gradually became clumsy.

Wang Cheng gritted his teeth and stood up, loosened his fingers, and the porcelain bottle he was holding in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.

He didn't have the time to care about these things, so he wiped his face vigorously, intending to summon Canglu and Fuzhu, whoever thought of it, the sleepiness that had been suppressed before began to bite back.

Wang Sheng's eyes darkened, he couldn't stand on his feet, and he fell headfirst, his right hand directly pressed on the pile of shattered porcelain just now.

There was a heart-pounding pain in his palm, which made his eyeballs almost congested.

But if it wasn't for the severe pain that brought him back to his senses, Wang Sheng would have fainted just now.

Not daring to summon new SSRs for a while, the pressure on Ying Long and Shang Yang increased.

The sound of the Shang sheep was shrill, and the original drizzle gradually turned into a torrential rain.

The rain drenched everyone, and Wang Sheng's eyelashes were washed by the rain like a wet brush, making it difficult for him to see.

Encouraged by Shang Yang's skills, Ying Long's spirits were shaken, and the reversal of the already revealed decline was unexpectedly able to hold off for the time being.

But Wang Sheng didn't feel relieved because of this. He didn't know how long Shang Yang could last in this state. Before the other party exhausted, he had to summon other demon spirit cards.

Just when he was hesitating whether to take the hairpin and give it to his palm again, there was a sudden commotion behind the group of monsters, and the opponent's offensive also eased. Ying Long took the opportunity to blow away several vanguard monsters .

Wang Sheng was attracted by this abnormality, and the hairpin that had been raised high was not tied down immediately.

It didn't take a moment for him to see the source of the turmoil in the group of monsters.

It turned out to be Jiang Xun.

Wang Sheng stood up straight in disbelief, and tried to look over there.

Jiang Xun seemed to be aware of his gaze, the blade in his hand was forward, and he gave it a hasty glance during the gap between harvesting monsters.

They were too far apart, and Wang Sheng actually couldn't see each other's expression clearly, but the moment he met his gaze, his originally anxious and heavy mood calmed down instantly.

He didn't put down the hairpin in his hand, but turned his hand and stabbed it hard into the back of his hand.

While the blood was rushing, the brain that was gradually drowsy also became much more awake under the stimulation of pain.

He directly sent Ying Long and Shang Yang to meet Jiang Xun. The opponent forced his way into the battle from the rear of the battlefield. Although there would be a surprise effect at the beginning, the pressure he faced would multiply over time. .

The battlefield was artificially split into two, and after Wang Sheng's side suddenly became empty, the monsters around him frantically rushed towards him like sharks smelling blood.

Fortunately, because of the cruel self-mutilation before, Wang Sheng recovered, and immediately summoned Canglu and Fuzhu to stand in front of him.

All of a sudden, lightning, thunder, and sparks splashed everywhere, and the movement was even louder than before.

Jiang Xun noticed the change on his side, his heart was anxious, and the traces of demonization became more and more obvious.

The originally smooth fingertips became sharper, and after Zhu Yan slapped the black knife in his hand, Jiang Xun no longer leaped to catch the knife. Instantly gouged out a hole in the opponent's body.

Zhu Yan retreated in pain, Xiang Liu was also entangled by Ying Long and couldn't escape, Jiang Xun took advantage of his strength and stepped directly to the bottom of the cliff. The crawling little monster kicked down.

After Wang Sheng got closer, he realized that the other party's eyes had turned into that demonized scarlet color at some point. He was startled and angry, and hurriedly took off the string of agarwood bracelets on his wrist, but Jiang Xun Shaking his head stopped.

"I need this power, don't worry, I can control it."

Wang Sheng felt a little distressed, but the situation was urgent at this time, and Jiang Xun didn't have time to explain to him, so he made a backhand move towards the group of monsters, only to hear the sound of piercing the air from far to near, and the familiar black knife broke through. After overcoming many obstacles, it returned to his hands.

Since Jiang Xun joined, the pressure on Wang Sheng's side has been reduced a lot.

The most important thing is that the red light that had filled most of the space suddenly stopped in the middle. Here it is split into two distinct spaces.

On one side is the bloody color, and on the other side is the silent darkness.

Standing at the intersection, Wang Sheng only felt it was absurd.

But in any case, it is indeed good news for them that the red light has stopped spreading.

At least those monsters didn't rush up without fear of death or tiredness like they just took the Shiquan Dabu pill.

With him and Jiang Xun teaming up, it can even be said that the situation just changed, and they became chasing monsters and fighting.

Jiang Xun even took time off to tell Wang Sheng about his encounter with Jiang Anyan outside.

Hearing this, Wang Sheng was also quite surprised.

But after thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong, so he couldn't help asking hesitantly: "He knew you were coming to save me, so he didn't stop you?"

Jiang Xun didn't speak, and pointed at the sky with the blood-soaked hilt of the knife with his backhand.

Wang Sheng looked up at the strange half-red and half-black sky, and said knowingly: "It turns out that this is his handwriting."

Jiang Xun also raised his head, his demon eyes combined with the evil spirit all over his body, making him look like a sharp sword just out of its sheath.

"But this spell was obviously interrupted by an external force."

"Someone stopped him."

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In the barren house at this time.

Jiang Anyan's situation is really not good.

He really wanted to press his unlucky son and his son's love to death together, but who would have thought that an unexpected visitor would come just after half of the spell on his side.

The author has something to say: Hahahahahaha, guess who is here.

The next chapter should be over!