Mr. Jiang is not driving today

Huanling didn't expect to be found out so soon, and was angry and hated for a while, but he refused to confess easily, so he smiled coquettishly, and rubbed his bloody body against Yu Miao's chest: "Mr. , if you treat me like this again, it will be difficult to say whether Mr. Qin can save his life."

In the next second, Huan Ling's face was trampled on the bluestone road.

Yu Miao straightened up without saying a word, with the sole of his boot on the phantom's face, holding the sword in his right hand, he quickly drew a spell in mid-air, the tip of the sword dragged out a meandering arc of light in the air, and at the moment of completing the spell, Yu Miao Miao stretched out his hand to grab it in the air, twisted his fingertips, and the talisman drawn out of thin air ignited a white flame brilliantly in his hand, and white ashes glowing with spiritual light continued to escape from the burning.

When the talisman was almost burned, Yu Miao turned his head and glanced at Zhan Yi.

Zhan Yi understood, took off the copper jug ​​on his waist and threw it over, and stood behind the two of them, in case ghosts came out of any corner to attack, or a dragon gate unexpectedly opened in the sky .

Yu Miao lifted the cork of the jug with one hand, and dissolved the burnt ashes of the spell into the wine.

Seeing Yu Miao's movements, the phantom became more and more flustered, and the appearance of forced composure became more and more unmaintainable: "You...what are you going to do? You are going to..."

Yu Miao possessed himself, grabbed Huan Ling's front collar, lifted him up, removed his chin neatly, put the jug to his lips, and poured it straight down.

The added wine entered the phantom spirit's mouth, and there was a hissing sound similar to the corrosion of acidic substances, and white smoke burst out, and the phantom spirit let out an extremely shrill scream. struggling.

Yu Miao moved the jug away after infusing the phantom spirit. The phantom spirit in front of him was already driven half mad by the pain, shaking like a loach, vomiting and moaning, making Dou Zhui beside him feel a sore throat.

Yu Miao put down the jug and asked, "...where is he?"

The same question, even the tone didn't change a bit, but Huanling was already a little bit timid. He rolled his eyes and was thinking about how to practice Tai Chi, when the wine mixed with the demon-subduing talisman was forced from his mouth again. Come in.

The spirit talisman had been diluted with wine, but the feeling of directly flowing into the body and burning the viscera was really too painful. When Yu Miao withdrew the wine pot from Huan Ling's mouth for the second time, he had already rolled his eyes and his throat was gurgling. It was bubbling.

Still the same question: "Where is he?"

The phantom no longer cared about playing tricks, and made a confession in a hoarse voice that was full of blood foam: "Xiyan Mountain...Xiyan Mountain! They are all... um--"

Le Li walked behind Yu Miao, took over his words, and asked, "Where is Le Renke?"

The phantom only hesitated for a moment whether he should answer or not, but his chest tightened, he opened his mouth and looked down, feeling out of his wits.

On his chest, Le Li opened a small dragon door, his voice was quite understated, but like Yu Miao, there was a piercing chill: "Another door opens in your heart. If I want, I can take your heart out right away. Want to try it?"

With this situation, Dou Zhui, a bystander, couldn't tell for a while which of these three people was the right way and which was the devil way.

There was a frightened gurgling sound from the phantom's throat, and he was about to fall down, but he still managed to pour out what he had to say: "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!  … There is a monk here...no one knows him, he is...brought from above...he is the one who sent us in..."

Le Li frowned: "Who is the 'above'? Gou Kiss the Empress?"

Huanling couldn't help shaking his head: "I don't know... the little demon really doesn't know! The hook kissing princess has always been alone, and she doesn't know my way... people in the devil's way, the little demon is just following orders, trying to get Mr. Qin Take him away, because the higher-ups called him by name..."

Yu Miao asked, "What are you doing to capture Qin Mu and Zhan Mei?"

Now that he had opened his mouth, Huan Ling simply said everything he knew: "As far as the little demon knows, what is the sacrifice for... I don't know the specific situation. Originally, the higher-ups explained that they wanted to arrest the son of the Dou family. I went, but for some reason I suddenly changed my intention, saying that I must have Mr. Qin..."

Dou Zhui shuddered, and silently shrank back.

Yu Miao's face became even more ugly, and he asked the last key question: "Before you came in, did someone tell you how to get out of this illusion?"

Huanling shook his head, and smiled obsequiously: "The little demon is just doing things for the master, his status is low, and he only knows so much..."

To his relief, after the cross-examination, Yu Miao let go of his restraining hand, and also withdrew the flagon that was like a nightmare to him, and stepped back, as if letting him live the meaning of.

Huan Ling secretly rejoiced, and was about to get up when he heard Yu Miao's cold voice: "Don't use his face. Return to your original form."

Of course, this is not difficult. If he can save his life, it is not impossible to let the phantom transform into a pig and dog. A sword pierced my heart.

Yu Miao withdrew Guangcheng, flicked the blood beads on it, and walked back to Le Li without looking at the phantom lying dead on the ground: "...Did you hear that?"

Dou Zhui, who was in a daze the whole time, finally clarified his thoughts and grasped the key point, jumped up and shouted: "He said sacrifice!"

Le Li gritted his teeth and said in a muffled voice, "I heard it."

Dou Zhui thought that Le Li hadn't figured it out yet, so he jumped up anxiously: "Here! Where is this place! Xiyan Mountain!! Other than the 'Elephant Swallowing the Sky', there are other people who can make Mo Daohua put so much effort into sacrifice What! They..."

Le Li raised his head suddenly, his eyes were already bloodshot: "I heard it!"

Dou Zhui choked, and said nothing more.

A foul-smelling dampness came from a distance, and apparently some unknown monsters were slowly approaching the group of people through the fog barrier.

Le Li reached into the Dan Palace, and took out a well-preserved painting scroll, which was sprinkled with a fine layer of lead powder to prevent moisture.

In the dense mist, the painting was slowly unfolded and flattened.

In the painting is a teenager about twelve or thirteen years old who is painting. His long hair is a little naturally curly, and there is a slight gentle smile at the corner of his mouth.

The painter is immature, but very serious.

This is one of Le Li's first studies. Since the day Le Ren disappeared, Le Li has kept this painting with him.

Le Li's fingers rested on the brows of the young man in the painting, stroking gently, and the gentle tone of Le Ren from a few years ago rang in his ears.

——"Come on, Yanhe, I will draw you, and you will draw me."

——"Brother must have drawn better and better-looking..."

——"No, Yan He painted very well, much better than his elder brother when he was seven years old. Let me tell you, when my elder brother goes out to do errands and you can't find anyone to play with, the elder brother in the painting will come out to accompany you. you."

--"Really?"

……is that true?brother?

Ever since Le Ren followed the princess, Le Li took out the scroll to look at it every day, hoping that one day the person in the painting would end the lost and meaningless pursuit, and appear in the world with luggage. In the upper valley, the red-bellied and blue-feathered "Yafeng" was parked on his shoulder - that was once my brother's favorite bird.

Day by day, it passed under such anticipation.

Under Le Li's uninterrupted touch, the screen began to glow with spiritual energy.

...Brother, don't blame Yanhe, Yanhe will take you back here.

Yu Miao on one side squeezed the hilt of Guangcheng sword tightly, watching Le Li's movements, with an anxious look on his face that he tried his best to conceal:

fast.

Faster.

Qin Mu couldn't wait for long.

……

The five senses woke up before Jiang Xun's consciousness, and a strong demonic energy choked Jiang Xun's throat sorely, and he couldn't stop coughing, which woke him up.

After regaining consciousness, Jiang Xun looked at the pitch-black rock top and felt a deep pain in his face.

A few minutes ago, he still felt that the protagonist's halo body protection was very dangling and explosive, but now he was sealed off by someone and thrown into the small dark room to hold his corpse.

It was dark all around, and the air felt wet and sticky, and he couldn't breathe at all.Perhaps because of being oppressed by the invisible darkness for too long, Jiang Xun felt hot and uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand and pulled the clothes on his chest. Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the other side of the wall that was close to him. There was a light tapping sound, and at the same time there was a familiar voice: "Qin Mu? Is it you?"

Jiang Xun unbuttoned two of the top buttons of his clothes, trying to ease the atmosphere by joking: "Meimei, we really don't meet each other in life."

Zhan Mei: "...Don't call me that."

This familiar conversation made Jiang Xun slightly happy, so it took him a while before he felt some pain in his left wrist.

He felt the darkness and stretched out his hand, and felt the sticky and damp heat in his hand.

Blood?Injured yourself?

For some reason, since waking up, Jiang Xun's thinking has been a little slow, and a slightly familiar but inexplicable feeling permeated his limbs and bones.

It took him a few seconds to remember one thing:

... There are wounds on my body, why haven't they healed?

This situation seemed familiar, as if he had had the same doubts in the not-too-distant past.

His body was getting hotter and hotter, so hot that Jiang Xun even forgot to be afraid. Feeling the darkness, he turned over and sat up. He tore open the entire front of the suit a little annoyedly: "Mei Mei, did they make things difficult for you?"

Zhan Mei didn't notice the abnormality on Jiang Xun's side, so he simply replied: "They took my blood."

Jiang Xun put his head against the cold wall, his limbs became hotter and hotter, as if boiling magma flowed in his chest.

He found that he couldn't make a sound, only the scorching heat all over his body, clinging to his bones like tarsal maggots, melting the flesh and skin inch by inch.

Zhan Mei was still talking about the situation: "...Yin Zhan is imprisoned on the other side of me. There are also eight other disciples of the Immortal Sect. I asked them one by one, and learned that they are all descendants of the Little Immortal Sect near Xiyan Mountain. They were all captured within one day today. Originally, the eldest son of Xiyan Dou's family was also there. Because he resisted fiercely when he was captured, his limbs were broken, and he died soon after he came in. In addition, Yin Zhan and I , now including you, a total of eleven descendants of the Immortal Sect have been captured...Qin Mu? Did you hear me?"

Jiang Xun couldn't bear it anymore, he tore off his clothes with a hiss, and a suppressed moan came out uncontrollably.

Next door, Zhan Mei vaguely heard the commotion here, his face changed, and he patted the wall twice again: "Qin Mu? Qin Mu, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Xun couldn't answer, he rolled down from the hard bed, fell to the ground, curled up into a ball and shivered.

Zhan Mei knew something was wrong, so he rushed to the place near the door in the dark, his whole body strength was sealed, no different from ordinary people, but he still used all his strength to smash the heavy door: "Come on! Is there anyone? "

There was a rustling movement outside the door, and after a while, the door was opened from the outside, and a sweet female voice came in together with a smelly evil spirit: "... Mr. Zhan is very strong Is it? His legs were dislocated and he refused to beg for mercy like those young masters, what's the matter now? Huh?"

Jiang Xun next door was on fire, biting his lip, listening to the conversation from next door.

Zhan Mei's voice was very low, obviously restraining himself under the humiliation of words: "The son of the Qin family next door...seems to be ill...he has a classmate friendship with me, he..."

The banshee grinned: "That little beauty, I will naturally take care of her later. But since Mr. Zhan has begged me like this, I must ask for some reward, right?"

Jiang Xun's heart tightened, and he wanted to make a sound to stop Zhan Mei, but what he expected was an unbearable moan of pain. He raised his fist and hit the ground, his hot body trembling.

Zhan Mei didn't say a word, and the banshee made a request with a smile: "You have a tough body, you can't stop hitting, but it's not difficult to tear off your position. Mr. Zhan, take your right arm off and let me see it. I'm in a better mood." , I’ll help you check the situation, what do you think?”

……etc!Don't!

Like a dying fish, Jiang Xun straightened his waist upwards, and the sealed meridian points in his body leaked spiritual power faintly, and the layers of seals imposed on him also melted like burning drama The pain gradually disappeared.

However it was too late.

...click.

After a few seconds of silence, there was a crisp sound of dislocation of joints from the prison, and then, the banshee clapped her hands and laughed. The sharp laughter cut Jiang Xun's nerves like a pair of scissors, making Jiang Xun He let out an uncontrollable roar.

In an instant, surging spiritual power exploded in his body.