The villain is a disaster [Rebirth]

Seeing this, Feng Chiling immediately withdrew from the heavy snow, and wanted to hold Jing Wuyou's hand, but when he saw his opponent whistling, he stopped it again, holding Su Xue and walking side by side with him go.

What came into view was a baby less than one year old. Its appearance was no different from that of ordinary babies, and it was climbing with its limbs sticking to the ground.

Suddenly there was a large and small shadow cast down, and the baby slowly raised his head as if feeling something, and looked at it ignorantly, but the moment he saw Feng Chiling, two pitch-black eyes almost popped out, quite With a distraught demeanor, he wobbled in one direction.

Originally calm, the seizure was suddenly, the ten fingers were trapped in the spring soil, and yelled at it, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Feng Chiling turned a deaf ear and didn't move, but Jing Wuyou beside him was quite unhappy, his brows furrowed involuntarily, his fists slowly tightened, his knuckles turned white, and he said in a low voice, "You're talking nonsense."

But the baby didn't seem to take him seriously, only Feng Chiling was always reflected in the pitch-black eyes, prostrate on the ground stretching his teeth and claws for a while, and said hysterically: "Cause, disaster, disaster, ah, ah, ah, help!" Help, help, help, help, mother, mother, mother—”

Jing Wuyou gritted his teeth and said, "You..."

"Don't talk nonsense with him." Feng Chiling's tone was unexpectedly calm, and he slowly raised Su Xuejian, "Just kill it and it's over."

The sight of the lump-sized baby focused his whole body on the Suxue Sword impartially, his eyes were straightened by the cold light, his mouth was slightly opened, and his body was trembling faintly.

Seeing that the sword light was about to descend in the next second, the baby instantly turned into a wisp of black smoke, jumping up and down in mid-air.

Jing Wuyou was still wondering why it didn't run away, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Feng Chiling's other hand making a tactic.

He squinted his eyes and looked intently, only to vaguely see that the ghost baby's surroundings seemed to be covered with colorless silver threads.

The white crystal is like snow, contending with flicks, and the streamer floating on the silver thread.

Slowly, Feng Chiling's gesture suddenly changed, and dozens of silver lines tightened suddenly.

In a short while, the ghost baby who was screaming so loudly was strangled by the deadly silver threads, and the billowing black smoke disappeared without a trace. .

Before the lingering sound subsided, a gust of wind suddenly hit the back, and rustling sounds suddenly and without warning came out of the quiet and peaceful woods.

After making a sound, there was no movement again.

Rao is Feng Chiling's cultivation base is advanced, and at this moment, he has also raised his vigilance with concentration.

Suxue sword "clank" filled with cold light, he put his hand on Jing Wuyou's shoulder again, and leaned his whole body to his side again.

The air lingering around seemed to freeze, and there was no movement for a long time, let alone any strange-shaped things jumping out suddenly.

Jing Wuyou, who was nestled beside Feng Chiling's clothes, just exhaled vigilantly, at this moment, everything in front of him suddenly changed, and thick black ink in the form of liquid suddenly spread from the depths of the forest where no light could be seen. come.

The spreading trend twists and turns, and the speed is extremely fast, like a python flying.

Seeing that the unknown black liquid was about to extend to her feet, Feng Chiling quickly lifted Jing Wuyou's collar and tapped her toes. In an instant, the two of them retreated dozens of feet.

But that cloud of unknown black crow liquid was still chasing after the two of them. This time, he changed his walking posture and drove straight in. Feng Chiling let out a "tsk", and Su Xue let go of his hand and lay across his feet. Regardless of whether it would make him uncomfortable to carry Jing Wuyou like a chicken, he stepped on the snow sword and soared into the sky with no distractions.

Feng Chiling looked down at the ground condescendingly, the black liquid really didn't care about them leaving the ground and flying in the air, but they also refused to retreat as if they were unwilling.

Neither advancing nor retreating, so he chose to stop right under Su Xuejian.

Seeing that he had stabilized, Feng Chiling let go of Jing Wuyou's back collar, and in order to prevent him from staggering and falling off the snow, he put his palm on his back so that he could maintain his balance while standing on the sword.

Jing Wuyou clutched the skirt of his chest in shock, swallowed, and stammered, "Brother, what is this?"

After not hearing any response from the people around him for a long time, Jing Wuyou turned to look at him suspiciously, but found that even though his senior brother was facing such a deadlocked situation, Feng Chiling still did not forget to maintain that arrogant demeanor.

- Some speechless.

Feng Chiling pulled out a little finger and picked her ear, looking as leisurely as possible, and said: "How do I know, but now I can be sure that your second senior brother was indeed kidnapped by this thing." .”

Jing Wuyou asked: "Then what should I do to get my second senior brother back?"

Feng Chiling was silent for a long time, staring straight down.

Then, he said: "I don't need to do anything, the other party can't bear it anymore."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sudden change in the sky above.

The vast and twisted black Yangtze River suddenly poured into the blue edge, making the vast sky cloudy.

The clear and clear crane chirps echoing in the ears suddenly stopped, and without the need for half a stick of incense, all directions were surrounded by this strange jet black, and all the withered old leaves were swallowed up.

It was pitch black in front of him, there was no light, the wind was whistling, and a bloody smell that was neither thick nor weak came to the nostrils.

Jing Wuyou's heart couldn't help but pounding, because he couldn't see Feng Chiling, out of instinct, he didn't think too much, and hurriedly started groping around him.

Immediately, Feng Chiling groaned.

Hearing this sound, I don't know if I hit too hard or touched it somewhere.

Jing Wuyou's hand suddenly froze in mid-air, unable to place it, at a loss.

However, before he came to his senses, he suddenly felt a pain in his ear, and his right ear was picked up again, and then he heard Feng Chiling's highly distinguishable voice next to his ear: "Stinky boy, What are you groping for?"

Jing Wuyou could hear a little bit of annoyance in this voice, she was so frightened that she immediately made a gesture of surrender with both hands, and said in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."

Feng Chiling: "If you did it on purpose, I—"

Jing Wuyou originally had his eyes closed tightly, and he was already mentally prepared to be beaten, but now he stopped suddenly in the middle of what he was saying, opened his eyes cautiously, and murmured tentatively: "Brother?"

Then, a cold finger was rashly pressed against his lips, "Shh - don't talk, listen carefully."

Jing Wuyou nodded blankly, immediately raised his hand to wrap the slender finger on his lips, Feng Chiling gave him a strange look, and wanted to take it back, but Jing Wuyou secretly exerted force to prevent him from withdrawing.

Feng Chiling: "..."

This kid's strength is not small at all. If he doesn't use the primordial spirit skills, just in terms of his innate wrist strength, he may not be able to compare with this kid who is only in his teens. head.

Feng Chiling talked to him in tone: "Let go, don't mess around."

Jing Wuyou couldn't see him, and gradually groped along his finger to the cuff area.

Because it was too itchy, Feng Chiling almost couldn't help making a sound, and hurriedly opened his hand, but found that Jing Wuyou was holding his sleeve tightly with a smile at this moment.

Cultivation of real people is not the same as ordinary people. Even in dark, empty places, as long as you exercise your physical fitness intentionally, you will naturally be able to see things that ordinary people cannot see.

Jing Wuyou's smile is not the kind of brilliant smile, nor the kind of malicious and sinister kind of smile, but a very natural, relaxed, and not pushy smile.

It was as if what he was pulling was someone who was very worthy of his reassurance.

Even if the sky falls, he will never let go.

For some reason, Feng Chiling only felt numb at his expression.

Although the third junior brother was very good-looking, basically no one would dislike this kind of appearance, but he just didn't want to see such a smile, not only didn't want to, but even felt a little inexplicably disgusted.

In this regard, even he himself felt unbelievable and inexplicable.

"Tick-tock" a few drops of water thud, according to the location, it should come from the upper left, that is, the direction along the top of Jing Wuyou's head.

The two stood there without saying a word, silently listening to the sound of water dripping and dripping on the ground.

The echo is clear, and there is no noise around, and the loneliness is not normal.

Feng Chiling thought for a while, tried to lift his foot, and stomped lightly on the ground, and the sound made him confirm that he and Jing Wuyou were trapped in an illusion.

Since it is an illusory illusion, there will be a time when you wake up from the big dream.

This kind of illusion is like a cave, pitch black and intangible, there are only two ways to get rid of it.

One is to find the correct exit of the illusion, and the other is to kill the person who casts the illusion.

Feng Chiling put two fingers together between her eyebrows, probed the surrounding area, and wondered if she could forcibly break a small hole.

But after a while, he found that this space was very tightly sealed, not to mention the opening of the cave, and even a little spiritual power could not be penetrated through the cracks. The heart wants to trap them here.

Turning his mind to this point, Jing Wuyou suddenly let out an "ah".

Fortunately, his voice was not loud, and he didn't disappear for no reason. Feng Chiling still stood motionless in the distance.

The little man next to Wang held his water-colored sleeve tightly with one hand, grabbed the folds, and touched the top of his head trembling with the other hand, with a dignified expression.

Feng Chiling asked: "What's wrong?"

Jing Wuyou frowned, and slowly said: "It seems like a drop of water fell on my head just now." Also, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that there were people around him staring at him, and there were more than one.

Feng Chiling said indifferently: "Drool."

Jing Wuyou was speechless immediately.

This is obviously a perfunctory or casual answer.

What the hell is going on in the mind of the big brother.

He raised his hand to touch it again, but Feng Chiling grabbed his slender wrist with his backhand, and said, "Touch it again, don't you think it's dirty?"

The strange thing is that the elder brother's tone is calm and calm, it doesn't seem like he is joking, Jing Wuyou frowned, and suddenly a creepy thought came to him.

His voice began to tremble: "No, it can't be blood..."

Before the words fell, thousands of strange shouts and shouts resounded in the ears of the two of them.

At first glance, those strange voices seemed to come from the mouth of an immature baby.

Some were crying and some were laughing, but the proportion of crying was larger and wider, overwhelming the unstoppable giggles.

Deafening.