The villain master does not believe that I love him

The Immortal Dao army sneaked into Tandu secretly while the sky was getting dark.

At this time, the light of the sky has just come out, covering those beautiful dilapidated buildings with a light golden veil. It is hard to imagine that this was once one of the most prosperous cities in the world. Now it looks devastated, and the unextinguished flames are still on the streets. Burning everywhere, emitting an unpleasant smell of burnt, scattered human limbs and remains, making people dare not imagine what happened here.

Even if it is regained, it will take a long time for this place to return to its former lively scene.

"Where are those monsters?"

Elder Mu looked around and found that the place was eerily quiet.

Ling Xinglan also found it strange that it was not written like this in the novel. As the leading actor, the battle of the beast horde that Helian Shaoyuan participated in was not smooth. The current situation is completely different from that in the novel.

"Eight, eight—ahhhhh! Help me!"

A creepy cry sounded from behind them. Ling Xinglan was standing beside Elder Mu, only seeing a red and white object in front of him falling from a high altitude to the front. .

Elder Zhao immediately sent someone to check, Elder Ning frowned and covered his mouth and nose, showing disgust.

Ling Xinglan endured the nausea and looked at the corpse. It was too miserable. His head was bitten off alive as cleanly as pinching a flower off a branch. There was blood in his bloody neck. It gushed out like a fountain, and soon flowed all over the ground.

Elder Mu was about to step forward, but unexpectedly, with a bang, a white horse's head fell from the sky and hit the side of the headless corpse.

"The horse's head looks familiar."

"Isn't that the head of Snowwing Pegasus..."

"Mr. Ling, where is Mr. Ling?"

"No, didn't this horse be lent to Mr. Ning!"

Fear continued to spread among the monks, and everyone was dumbfounded by this shocking scene.

"I am fine."

Ling Xinglan said to Senior Brother Jing and Helian Shaoyuan in the crowd that they were safe, but he didn't notice that Bailixiao who was not far away was also looking at him worriedly.

Seeing that Ling Xinglan didn't pay attention to her at all, Bailixiao's smile disappeared instantly, and a bit of dissatisfaction and anger filled her brows.

"No! No! No... no..."

At this moment, Elder Ning's eyes turned red suddenly, and he hugged the twisted corpse like crazy.

He fumbled on the corpse recklessly, and finally found a jade tablet engraved with the word Ning, staring at the blood-stained jade tablet, his pale lips trembling constantly.

Undoubtedly, the headless corpse was Ning Wuyan.

Xue Yi is indeed a good horse, but at this time, it is too conspicuous.

Ling Xinglan never thought that Ning Wuyan would be so unlucky.

"Damn! Why is it here?"

Even the conceited Elder Zhao changed his face, drew out the long sword at his waist, and stared nervously at the sky.

The eagle-winged tiger, half tiger and half eagle, likes to descend from the sky and bite off the head of its prey.

"Elder Ning, let's go! Don't hold that corpse anymore!" Elder Mu hurriedly urged.

"call--"

Suddenly there was a strong wind, and a huge white tiger appeared in front of the immortal army.

The original body of the eighth-level wind eagle-winged tiger was as big as an adult elephant, with black and white patterns all over its body, and its thick tail swept across thousands of troops like a steel whip.There is a black "king" pattern on the forehead, faintly flowing with silver light.

"It's the eighth-level wind eagle-winged tiger!"

"Run!"

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Elder Ning, who had lost his beloved son, looked angrily at the eighth-level wind eagle-winged tiger, shouted at the top of his lungs, and swung the sword in his hand, and hundreds of stone pillars rose from the ground, straight to the sky, the winged tiger flapped its wings, and the stone pillars instantly It fell apart.

With a roar, the eagle-winged tiger swooped down from the sky, opened its scarlet mouth, and precisely bit Elder Ning's head, causing him to be decapitated in an instant. Within half an hour after entering the city, the nine One of the fairy heads has gone.

"clang!"

The sharp point of the sword drew a series of fierce sparks on the wind defensive barrier surrounding the wind eagle-winged tiger.

"Go!!! Hurry up—"

Elder Zhao and others tried their best to stop them, and all the monks were in a mess, almost terrified.

The monks died and were injured, all of this happened too suddenly.

Who would have thought that the Wind Eagle Winged Tiger would appear in advance!

The wind eagle-winged tiger flicked its tail and spit the head on the ground. The other monks could only hear the sound of patter, patter, and the blood rained like water. to their own front.

Ling Xinglan forced himself to remain calm, looking for Senior Brother Jing and Helian Shaoyuan among the chaotic crowd.

"Cuisheng, Cuisheng, don't fly around at this time, stay by my side!"

Ling Xinglan noticed that the little kingfisher on his shoulder seemed to want to fly away from his shoulder, thinking that he was also panicked, so he quickly stuffed Cuisheng into his arms.

In the chaos, Ling Xinglan turned into a corner, but he didn't find Jing Tianxin and Helian, and suddenly saw a little dusty boy hiding in the corner.

The little boy was wearing a small cap with melon skin, looking around cautiously, like a little mouse.

"The monster is here, hurry up and go with big brother!"

Ling Xinglan didn't wait for his consent, picked up the little boy and ran away quickly.

The little boy was dumbfounded, as if he had been frightened by the horrific scene of hell in this city, and when Ling Xinglan picked him up, he didn't react at all.

After finally running to a place far away from the eagle-winged tiger, Ling Xinglan found that he was alone, and there were no other monks around him except Cuisheng and this strange little boy, and it was the same for other monks who wanted to come.

It's really bad for a teacher.

Ling Xinglan found that this place seemed to be the once bustling downtown area of ​​Tandu. The streets on both sides were filled with various pharmacies, jewelry stores, clothing stores and small restaurants. From time to time, a few fire-type armored oxen and electric-type man-eating jackals attacked him from behind. .

Ling Xinglan's swordsmanship that he practiced so hard in Jiufeng Palace every day finally came into use. He cut all the attacking monsters under the sword, and the silver-white light armor was soon stained with bright red blood, but he didn't Belongs to the master of light armor.

Relying on his cultivation in the emptiness stage, as long as he doesn't meet the eighth-level winged tiger and seventh-level monster in the city, he won't have to worry about his life for the time being.

"Little brother, are you okay? What's your name?"

The little boy looked at Ling Xinglan without saying a word, his dark eyes were round and emotionless like a doll.

Ling Xinglan only thought that his mental state had suffered a great blow, so he took out several kinds of desserts made by Cuisheng from the Qiankun bag. The osmanthus in the white sugar osmanthus cake was picked by him personally from the big osmanthus tree in Jiufeng Palace , fragrant and sweet, it is a delicacy that cannot be eaten anywhere else.

As expected, the little boy took it from his hand, moved the tip of his nose slightly, sniffed it, and then took a bite. A flash of surprise flashed in his dark eyes, and he began to eat happily.

"good to eat."

After speaking, he licked the residue from the corner of his mouth.

Ling Xinglan continued to ask him: "Are there any other survivors nearby? I can rescue you out."

The little boy stared at Ling Xinglan with dark eyes, suddenly bent his mouth, and said in a childlike voice: "There are a lot of my family members over there, my father, mother, grandpa, grandma are all there, and my brother Brother, sister, sister, many people, will you follow me home?"

"There are still so many surviving people, it's okay, you take me there."

Ling Xinglan also knew that the front must be full of dangers, but he had enjoyed so much time on Changlin Xianshan, so he had to take corresponding responsibilities.

But he still couldn't help sighing: "I don't know if Master has got the news now, I miss him so much."

Cuisheng on his shoulder flapped his wings, as if he wanted to say something, but for some reason he chose to be quiet again.

The little boy was put on the ground by Ling Xinglan, not even as high as his knees.

"Thank you brother, it would be great if my brother is also my family member!"

The little boy turned around and Ling Xinglan realized that he had a long rattail braid on his back.

The author has something to say: Lin Hexuan: When you get angry, you don’t come out just because you think about me.