Money can really do whatever it wants

That is a woman.

A woman of incomparable beauty.

Sikong Zhaixing would bet that Lu Xiaofeng has never seen such a beautiful woman in his life.

Of course, it would be even better if this beautiful woman didn't play the flute and play house with them.

"Be careful!" Ximen Chuuxue pulled him extremely quickly, the sword light flashed, and a mummy was split in half.

After a while, Sikong Zhaixing was afraid that if it wasn't for the other party, he might be disfigured.

Although he doesn't like his dead face very much, Sikong Zhaixing considers himself a person with clear grievances and grievances. When treating his savior, even if he is an annoying savior, he still has to say thank you.

But before he opened his mouth, Ximen Chuuxue had already left, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Mu Taoist, leaving a little room for the crumbling Mu Taoist to breathe.

"Are you alright, old Taoist?!" With just a quick glance, Sikong Zhaixing had already noticed that his complexion was uglier than before, and the wound on his thigh that had been hastily bandaged began to ooze blood again.

"Maybe...not so good..." Mu Taoist's voice was hoarse, and the lines on his face became deeper and deeper, which made him look much older.

Only he himself knows how bad his condition is now, his chest is tight, his limbs are sore and weak, his whole body is weak, and he can hardly hold the sword in his hand.

No need to look at the wound on his thigh, he knew that it had burst open again, and the severe pain still kept him the last bit of clarity.

"Continuing like this is not an option!" Sikong Zhaixing kicked the ugly face in front of him until his brains burst.

"Catch the thief first and catch the king first!" He soared into the air, stepping on the heads of the group of corpses and rushing straight to the opposite side.

Ximen Chuuxue wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

Sikong Zhaixing's lightness kung fu is the best, even Lu Xiaofeng may not be able to compare with him, if there is a ranking list of lightness kung fu, Sikong Zhaixing will definitely be ranked in the top three.

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His thin body was nimble and light, and the plain dress didn't look out of place on him, but with his leap, the skirt fluttered like a butterfly spreading its wings!

Too high!

The stone bridge on which the woman was standing was too high and too far away from him, no matter how good the lightness kung fu was, it was impossible for anyone to jump on it.

But Sikong Zhaixing didn't back down, he fixed his eyes on the stone bridge with a firm and persistent expression.

He let out a long cry, and the hem of his skirt swayed. He didn't know how he did it, but he abruptly raised another ten feet in mid-air.

But this is already the extreme. When he jumped to the highest point, the figure froze for a moment, and he would only fall down if he was unable to continue.

And below him is a group of hungry ghosts who can eat him up.

At this moment, Sikong Zhaixing waved his hand, and a slender wire popped out from his sleeve, which was almost impossible for ordinary people to catch.

The other end of the wire was firmly nailed to the stone bridge, Sikong Zhaixing climbed up the wire, and landed on the stone bridge steadily.

The woman was still playing her flute, the sound of the flute was neither high nor low, and the melody was gentle, as if on a whim in the evening, she was sitting by the window and playing a little tune of peace in this world.

Although Sikong Zhaixing felt that this little tune was pretty nice, it didn't stop him from punching the woman standing straight there.

"Reckless!" Ximen Chuuxue scolded in a low voice.

Closer, closer.

The woman finally gave him a look of charity.

It's just a look, full of charm and charm, making people wish they could give him their hearts.

Sikong Zhaixing was in a trance for a while, the fist stopped there and couldn't beat him no matter what.

"Wake up!" A calm voice suddenly sounded, like a thunderbolt exploding in his ears.

Sikong Zhaixing put all his strength into biting the tip of his tongue, and at the same time the smell of blood permeated, he was also terrified. He stopped looking at the woman's radiant face, and instead of retreating, he swung his fist.

The fist fell—

Sikong Zhaixing was shocked. With more than ten years of experience in the arena, he retreated instinctively when he missed with one blow.

But still one step slower.

"Sikong!"

A hand—maybe it wasn't a hand, there was no flesh, no meridians, only white bones, and now, this white bone was deeply inserted into his abdomen with five fingers forming claws.

Sikong Zhaixing raised his head, and fell into those sparkling eyes again. The moment the trance struck, the pain in his abdomen was numb.

He knelt down on one knee, and the two of them were so close that they gave people an illusion of intimacy from a distance. The long black hair fell on his face and it was a little itchy, and the voice from his ears was even more gentle, almost like a whisper.

"I won't kill you." The woman slowly pulled out her hand little by little, "Who made me like girls the most!"

That terrifying hand was finally pulled away, hot blood gushed out like money, the blood of the living stimulated the group of carrion corpses below, which made them rush towards the stone bridge desperately without the control of the flute sound .

All of a sudden, Ximen Chuuxue and the others felt a little more relaxed.

"Sikong!" Daoist Mu leaned on his sword and swung away a corpse that was biting towards his thigh. He said in a hurried voice: "Leave me alone, go save him! I'm fine!"

The so-called nothing happened is of course false. With his current situation, as long as Ximen Chuuxue leaves, he will be eaten to pieces.

Therefore, Ximen Chuuxue did not move, still standing in front of him.

Taoist Mu's voice became even hoarse, and he didn't know where the strength came from, so he raised his voice and shouted: "The old Taoist is almost 70 years old this year, and he has already lived enough hahahahaha!"

"Then live another 70 years." Ximen Chuuxue curled his lips and said, "He's here."

he?

Who is he?

The sound of the flute is clear and bright, just like the first flower blooming in early spring, the first sunrise when you wake up in the morning, and a breeze in the hot summer, which makes you feel refreshed all over your body and mind.

At the moment when the flute sounded, the rotting corpse, which was still dancing with demons just now, was filled with resentment, as if it heard a sleeping song, it slowly fell silent.

Seeing this, the woman blew the flute in her hand again, but it was not the gentle tune just now, but she pushed aside all appearances, sharp, weird, and gloomy, just like her blood-stained paw .

The two flute sounds come and go, chasing and suppressing each other, and finally turned into a hysterical fight.

The clear flute sound is pulled to the highest point, like a majestic mountain and a majestic river, pressing down with mighty momentum.

The strange sound of the flute tried to stop it, but no matter how strong the embankment was, it couldn't stop the raging flood. It retreated again and again, and finally couldn't hold on, and completely collapsed.

The strange sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and the woman looked at the broken jade flute in her hand with some distress, and said in a resentful voice: "The underground palace is really lively tonight. Let Yu Qing show her kindness as a landlord."

In the depths of the darkness, at the end of the stone bridge, a person came at some point.

The other party was dressed in emerald green clothes, with a wide robe and a wide skirt, and a long belt hanging down, drawing a beautiful arc behind him together with the sleeves.

He has an exquisite face, which is a kind of good-looking that is completely different from the femininity of a woman. His amber eyes are full of sharpness, and his brows are full of arrogance and vigor that only belong to young people.

Yu Qing lowered her head, and her long black hair covered half of her face. She bit her lip, and her tightly curled eyelashes trembled slightly, making people look very affectionate.

At that moment, even the old Taoist priest, who was too old and immune to beauty for a long time, felt his heart skip a beat.

"Humph!"

The blue bird's voice was obviously not loud, but it exploded in my ears like spring thunder.

"Use the technique of seduction on me, you look as good-looking as I do?" He glanced at her blood-stained paw, and said with disgust, "It's so ugly!"

No matter how beautiful the skin is, it can't hide the distortion on that face. The blue bird's mouth is really poisonous, and it pokes the opponent's reverse scale in a flash.

"Damn you!!"

The woman's figure disappeared in the same place in an instant, and when she reappeared, she was already behind Qingniao, her right hand was clawed, and the sharp phalanx suddenly swung down towards his throat.

A bamboo flute appeared there very suddenly, and got stuck between her finger bones. The blue bird flicked lightly, and there was a light click, and a cold light flashed. The woman's five fingers were cut off four times in a row. indivual.

"what!"

Holding the broken palm, the woman backed away quickly, but the cold light followed her like a shadow, aiming at her eyebrows.

She retreated, retreated sharply, and then her whole body turned into a shadow, completely dissipating in the air.

Blue Bird shouted coldly: "Come out!"

The cyan light suddenly lit up, rolled into a ball by him, and smashed hard into the air in front of him.

Yu Qing's figure reappeared, but instead of the calmness she had before, her clothes were disheveled and she looked rather embarrassed.

"Who are you?!"

she asked in disbelief.

Although her finger bones are not her favorite, they are broken and extremely hard, sharper than any magic weapon in this world, but now, those finger bones are easily hidden in a bamboo flute , the sword that was almost as long as a finger was cut off.

And more importantly, he can still see her real body!

"Who I am has nothing to do with me wanting to kill you!"

"Kill me?" Yu Qing was taken aback for a moment, then laughed mockingly, "I'm already dead, how are you going to kill me?"

After thinking about it, she tilted her head and said almost innocently, "Shatter my soul?"

"Why not?!"

She nodded, without much fear, and even said with some expectation: "If you can do it, come, but," she changed the subject, and suddenly she fell back, allowing herself to fall into the In the mass grave, only a faint voice came from below, "You have to leave some price..."

Kacha Kacha, something terrible seemed to be about to wake up, the blue bird picked up Sikong Zhaixing, without any tenderness towards the injured, Linkong threw him towards Ximen Chuuxue.

"Go!" He shouted.

"I cleaned up those things outside, go find Qin Mo!"

"What about you?" Ximen Chuuxue brought two wounded patients, and seeing that the other party had no intention of leaving at all, he couldn't help asking.

Qingniao raised her chin and snorted, "I want him to know! So what if you are an SSR, why don't you rely on me at critical times!"

Behind him, a giant composed of bones piled up in the mass grave for countless years, woke up!