lure way

Ling Mochen went all the way to the gate of the palace unimpeded. This is the last line of defense of the Yaowang Palace. Stepping out means freedom, but the hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Yaowang Palace are not vegetarians, so they are about to stop Ling Mochen.

Facing the dark and powerful enemies, Ling Mochen did not change his face, and had already thought of a countermeasure in his heart.

Thinking back when he was besieged by demon soldiers from the demon world, he fought recklessly, but almost died.As the saying goes, one learns one's wisdom, he will not be brave this time, after all, saving Mu Cunfeng is the most important thing.

He didn't say a word, just raised a small lock of long hair in his arms over his head.

Sure enough, when those monster soldiers saw that bundle of long hair, they all fell to their knees, not even daring to lift their heads.

"Meet my king!"

"Get lost!" Ling Mochen shouted coldly, his eyes sharp.

"Yes... yes..." There was a promise.

Those monster soldiers gave way one after another, and quickly withdrew their troops and retreated.

Ling Mochen held his long hair tightly in his hands. It was collected on the couch every day after Gong Loujue left the bedroom, just to play such a role, which was actually less troublesome than his witchcraft.

Ling Mochen curled his lips in a self-deprecating gesture, and pretended to throw away the lock of long hair, but carefully put it back into the sleeve robe like a ghost.

The reason he gave himself was that if he kept this lock of hair, he could quickly get rid of the demon soldiers.

Looking back at the howling sea of ​​flames, Ling Mochen turned around and flew away without hesitation.He still remembers the six words written on the palm of his hand when he met Mu Cunfeng:

Wait for me, I will come to save you.

He had broken his promise when he was a child, and he would never break his promise again this time.

At this time, Mu Cunfeng was lying on the bed in the wolf king's palace with the immobilization technique performed by Cang Hong, even his mouth was tightly gagged.

Under the body is a messy and wrinkled velvet sheet, covered with a thin brocade quilt, but what kind of scenery is it under the cover of the brocade quilt?

The clothes are disheveled, revealing a faint chest, the belt is loose, and there are even hickey marks left on his body by Cang Hong, which is the messy state of last night.

Whether out of fear of Ling Mochen getting hurt, or out of fear of losing his composure in front of him, at this time, Ling Mochen was the person he was most afraid of seeing.

Suddenly, more and more clear screams came from outside, Mu Cunfeng suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his heart tightened, could it be... Could it be... Heng Zhi really came!

With mixed feelings in his heart for a moment, Mu Cunfeng stared straight at the palace gate, his nerves stretched to the limit, and his hoarse and wailed sounds entered his ears, making Mu Cunfeng's already disordered breathing even more rapid...

"Ah! It's not good! The demon master is attacking!"

"Quick... go and report to the Lord!"

"Set up! Surround him! Quick!"

"Don't let him get close to the Lord's bedroom!"

Ling Mochen's complexion was as frosty, and he held the dragon scale sword in his hand, cutting through the thorns and thorns surrounded by many monster soldiers, and the sword energy was drawn out in white light, causing a splash of monster blood.

Hearing the dying screams in his ears, Ling Mochen looked indifferently, and slashed a bloody road to the wolf king's bedroom.

"Chasing! Don't let him get close to the Lord's bedroom! Otherwise, we will be worse than death!"

A leader of the demon soldiers jumped out and led the remaining demon soldiers in hot pursuit, stepping on the corpses of their companions and the bloody ground.

Soon, before arriving at the palace gate, Ling Mochen was heavily besieged again, and the sounds of hand-to-hand combat were mixed together for a while.Layer after layer, circle after circle of monster soldiers trapped Ling Mochen in an airtight manner from the inside out.

The densely packed sharp spears all stabbed at Ling Mochen. Ling Mochen was hit to the ground by the huge attack, and he was stabbed with several scars on his body, which hurt to the bone. With a wave of the dragon scale sword, there was a buzzing sound like a bell.

Then I saw another dazzling white light shoot out, the world was silent for a moment, and after the silence, there was a deafening cry.

The scene was too bloody, I saw those demon soldiers' stumps and broken arms flying in all directions, the blood spattered three feet, and the bloody intestines fell all over the ground. When the wind blew, the smell of blood was choking and disgusting.

Ling Mochen came out of the blood bath, and his white clothes were inevitably soaked in blood. He couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or the blood of the enemy. He looked coldly at the monster soldiers rolling all over the ground, the hand that held the sword trembled a little. But the eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, making the sharp eyes even more frightening.

"Anyone who stands in my way will be driven out of his wits! Who of you dare to stop me!"

"Master Ling, spare your life! Lord Ling, spare your life!"

Those monster soldiers knelt down on the ground dragging their crippled bodies, begging for mercy.

"roll."

"Yes Yes……"

Those demon soldiers died down, crawled and rolled out of Ling Mochen's sight.

Hearing that the screams subsided, Mu Cunfeng's heart jumped into his throat, and as the palace door was opened, Ling Mochen, covered in blood, appeared at the door.

"Furun!"

Seeing Mu Cunfeng lying helplessly on the bed with his mouth blocked, Ling Mochen hurried forward.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Don't...don't come here!There is a backlash enchantment here!

Mu Cunfeng shouted silently, shaking his head desperately, his expression was extremely flustered, his eyes were full of mist, he couldn't just sit and watch Ling Mochen get hurt, he managed to escape this time, he couldn't fall into the palace again just because of himself hand.

"Don't be afraid, Furun, I'll rescue you right away!"

Ling Mochen quickened his pace, and when he was about to approach Mu Cunfeng, he was suddenly bounced back by an invisible light wave, and fell heavily to the ground.

"hateful!"

Ling Mochen gritted his teeth and cursed secretly, stood up angrily, and thought: This Canghong really set up a barrier here!If Furun is not rescued as soon as possible, I am afraid that Gong Loujue will come immediately when he finds out that he has escaped, and then there will be no chance to save others!

Thinking of this, Ling Mochen was so anxious that he immediately raised his sword and stabbed into the barrier forcefully, trying to tear open a crack with spiritual power. The light waves instantly rushed like lightning and gathered at the position where Ling Mochen stabbed with the sword, screaming. ring.

"Wow..."

Ling Mochen's hand holding the sword forcefully cut a three-foot-wide opening, but the pain in his heart suddenly became unbearable.

"Um……"

It was as if someone had stabbed the heart with a sword, and the pain was unbearable, and as the crack opened, Ling Mochen let out a muffled grunt, enduring the pain, and his spiritual power continued to flow into the sword, but his complexion became worse and worse.

Mu Cunfeng was very anxious, but he couldn't do anything, he could only watch Ling Mochen endure the pain of "breaking the boundary ten times, self-destructing seven points".

Pulling the sword away now would be a failure, Ling Mochen frowned tightly, suppressed the sweetness in his throat, the hand holding the sword had already started to tremble, but he slashed two feet down unswervingly.

"puff……"

The sweetness in his throat finally couldn't be suppressed, Ling Mochen spat out a mouthful of blood, curled up and slowly squatted down, his heart couldn't take it anymore, and convulsed.Sweat dripped down his forehead like rain, Ling Mochen had to hold his breath and endure the severe pain in his heart.

The sword pierced into the barrier for ten minutes, and he suffered seven points of damage. After a sharp pain in his heart, blood gushed out of his mouth. Ling Mochen's trembling fingertips quickly sealed his heart veins, and the pain was still severe.

The moisture in Mu Cunfeng's eyes merged into drops of tears, gushing out of the corners of his eyes, and a whimper sounded in his throat.

Ling Mochen finally breathed a sigh of relief, tried to stand up with strong support, but collapsed weakly, struggled on the ground several times to no avail, but the cold sweat slipped down his forehead even more wantonly, making him look weak, he Looking at Mu Cunfeng, his gaze remained firm.

With his elbows on the ground, he crawled towards Mu Cunfeng with difficulty, leaving a dazzling bloodstain on the ground behind him.

Climbing to the side of Mu Cunfeng's bed, Ling Mochen's consciousness was close to numbness, his eyes went black for a while, he shook his head vigorously, propped up the blade of the sword with his bloodstained hands, and leaned on the sword to struggle to climb onto the edge of the bed.

"Furun..."