The villain is a disaster [Rebirth]

As if the female ghost cultivator could eavesdrop on his body and mind, she staggered up her flesh-and-blood body, and said with a smile, "You must be wondering why you can't kill me, right?"

Jing Wuyou wanted to investigate Feng Chiling's injury, but he pushed him away.

He took a deep breath, and said coldly: "In your territory, of course it will be difficult for me to kill you."

"Just understand, today I will let you two become my son's Chinese food!"

After finishing speaking, the female ghost cultivator dragged a lot of intestines and internal organs, stretched her teeth and claws, soared into the air, and grabbed Feng Chiling's Tianling Gai.

Inside the skull was like thousands of Gu worms crawling and biting, Feng Chiling was in unbearable pain, sweating profusely, a sob was about to blurt out anytime and anywhere.

Just standing like this was already extremely strenuous, so he had no choice but to bite his lip forcibly, a drop of bright blood dripped down the outline of the mask, staining the soil, and using the pain from his lips to raise his Confused, Feng Chiling reluctantly swung the Suxue Sword and used it to block the attack of the menacing female ghost cultivator.

Jing Wuyou looked at Feng Chiling's back anxiously, but he didn't know what to do for him.

In a daze, when he glanced at the motionless puppet standing beside him, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

He suddenly said: "Senior Brother, are you alright?"

It is expected that anyone with a discerning eye can see that Feng Chiling is not the kind of virtue who only defends but does not attack. At this moment, after hearing these words, he almost fainted on the spot, unable to catch his breath, he said: "What do you think?"

Not good, he has to hold on.

Seeing that he couldn't hold on any longer, his whole body seemed to be half-kneeling down, and the few protruding veins were especially clear on the back of his snow-white hands. The cold and sharp voice that was originally somewhat lazy, also became low at this time. Dumb and bitter.

Jing Wuyou pursed her lips, and glanced at the puppet in the distance with no clear meaning, and took out something from the skirt of her clothes as if she had made up her mind - a wooden slingshot.

He is very good at collecting materials on the spot, and even if he doesn't have something suitable for him to use, he knows how to search calmly.

After a while, Jing Wuyou found an object of a very suitable size.

It may be because he is weak and not threatening, and the female ghost cultivator didn't pay attention to him at all, so he could squat down and break off the baby's head that was chopped off by the female ghost in white, freeing up a hand , Stirring and buckling around the ghost baby's eye sockets.

Blood that exuded a fishy smell stained his five fingers, and Jing Wuyou still clasped them meticulously and expressionlessly.

In a good time, he successfully dug out the ghost baby's two eyeballs, and quietly shrank back behind Feng Chiling again.He took out one fixed on the slingshot, aimed at the puppet in the distance, squinted his eyes with breathless concentration, and then let go of his hand.

The eyeballs stained with dirty blood flew across quickly, hitting the head, and threw the puppet, head and man together into the bottom of the pit near the black pool.

The female ghost cultivator was startled suddenly, her face was as ferocious as seeing the King of Hades, it was expected that she had intentions, and at this moment, she sank as if filled with cold lead.

She no longer cared about the stalemate with Feng Chiling, she fell down suddenly, crawled to the edge of the black pool, looked down with wide-eyed eyes, ten twisted fingers pulled ten creepy scratches on the ground.

As soon as the gravity in her hands lost, Feng Chiling swayed and was about to fall on her back, but was quickly caught by Jing Wuyou who was behind her, and she pressed her lips to his ear, calling out softly: "Brother."

"Do not touch me."

Feng Chiling smacked her lips, put her hands on her forehead, and sat up half of her body. After saying this, she stopped talking, obviously her consciousness was not very clear.

Jing Wuyou's worry was clearly visible on his face, and he was about to say: "Eldest brother, I..."

What to do to relieve your pain.

This sentence was stuck in his throat and eyes, and he didn't dare to ask it after all.

However, at this time, the air that had been quiet for a while gradually solidified again, and a dark tide was about to move.

The female ghost Xiu stood up with her back bowed, her eyes glowed red, faintly visible in the messy black hair, her arms were hanging down in a mess, her sharp fangs were pointed directly at them, and she burst out suddenly, splashing spittle stars, Like a wild horse galloping away.

Seeing this, the female ghost in white who was still fighting against the baby ghost pulled out a gap, swung her left arm vigorously, her nails stretched dozens of feet, and grabbed one of the female ghost Xiu's feet, causing her to fall face down on the spot somersault.

Her nose was bruised and her face was swollen from the fall, her mouth was still open and howled like a wild animal, she looked like a madman.

This also echoed Jing Wuyou's intentions.

Whether it is a human or a ghost, a demon or a demon, the more flustered the emotions, the more likely problems will arise.

He slowly helped Feng Chiling up, and looked at the female ghost Xiu in front of him vigilantly, for fear that she would attack again.

But at this moment, Jing Wuyou suddenly heard a low warning in his ear: "Crap."

Jing Wuyou put her attention on Feng Chiling again, and hurriedly asked: "What's the matter, big brother, are you still feeling bad?"

Feng Chiling didn't tact anymore, and then he straightened up, took a breath and said: "It's still uncomfortable, wait until I go over and dismember her."

That's what he said, but as soon as he finished speaking, he was on the verge of falling, Jing Wuyou supported him again, frowned solemnly and said: "Senior brother, don't go, I'll go and dismember the corpse."

Feng Chiling glanced at him and laughed, "Just kidding."

Jing Wuyou said firmly: "I'm not kidding, I can do it."

Feng Chiling was in a complicated mood.

Should a 13-year-old be so calm about dismembering a corpse?

It's only natural for an ordinary child to faint when he sees this mess of corpse babies, not to mention his feet are weak from fright.

Who has the guts to stand here and talk nonsense with him.

Feng Chiling dismissed him annoyed, and sat down on the spot, with a look of self-abandonment, waved his hands and said, "All right, all right, you go, I don't care if something goes wrong."

He was in so much pain that he really wanted to roll on the spot.

But the self-esteem and competitiveness that was stuck in his mind did not allow him to do so.

Jing Wuyou nodded, and wanted to get Suxue that Feng Chiling was holding.

Feng Chiling immediately shuddered, stopped the hand holding the Suxue sword behind her, and said sharply, "What are you doing!?"

Jing Wuyou was stunned by the senior brother's reaction, not understanding why he was so nervous, and said weakly: "I don't have a weapon in my hand, I want to borrow the senior brother's sword."

Feng Chiling resolutely said: "No way!"

Jing Wuyou was a little embarrassed: "Eldest senior brother, I'll just borrow it and return it to you soon."

The ear began to buzz again, and the severe pain that made people scratch their hearts and lungs couldn't stop rushing into their brains. Feng Chiling's wrists were trembling, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his skin, and it took a long time to squeeze it out between his teeth. Say two words: "No."

After getting along with each other for a few days, Jing Wuyou didn't think that Feng Chiling was a person who didn't know the current affairs, so he immediately asked: "Brother, is it because I can't—"

Before they finished speaking, there was a sudden "boom" above the two of them.

Jing Wuyou suddenly raised his head, and a huge rock that looked like a meteorite fell rapidly.

When his life was hanging by a thread, Jing Wuyou didn't care too much about his time, so he threw himself into Feng Chiling's arms, wrapped his arms around his waist like iron bars, and exerted all his strength to fight. However, with great effort, the two basically hugged and rolled out, successfully avoiding the boulder that fell from the sky.

But this is still an illusion after all, it is the territory of female ghost cultivators, how could they let them go so easily.

Like a swimming dragon, the black pool soared into the sky, and rushed down with a gulu, the vast movement was deafening, and it hit Jing Wuyou and Feng Chiling straight.

Jing Wuyou held Feng Chiling tightly, staring at the mighty black pool above with piercing eyes.

Perhaps it was an illusion, the ink pool in the shape of a swimming dragon seemed to be a little bit comfortable at that moment, and it quickly recovered under the drive of the female ghost cultivator, and rushed down.

Feng Chiling, who had been lying on Jing Wuyou's body for most of the day, turned her back on that momentum, and raised her hand feebly, a frost-colored barrier that seemed to be hidden and invisible gathered in front of her eyes.

Although this barrier has slightly alleviated the lethality it brought to them, Feng Chiling's current state is very bad, and it is inevitable that he has no strength to do so.

In the end, accompanied by a cracking sound, the two were thrown into the pit beside the black pool together.

"Bah-"

When he fell, a burst of lightning that pierced the eardrum passed by.

Feng Chiling put one hand around Jing Wuyou's waist and carried it around Jing Wuyou's waist, and held the Suxue Sword hilt in the other, drawing a zigzag mark on the steep rock wall.

Just after the thrill of weightlessness, before Jing Wuyou had time to take a breath, a streak of blood flashed in front of his eyes.

He suddenly looked up, and with this look, he saw Feng Chiling's bloody arm.

A few pieces of fabric were scraped off the water-colored cuffs, which looked quite ragged, and a dark red liquid dripped vertically along the bend of the arm.

Even so, Feng Chiling still lowered her head, didn't even make a muffled grunt, as if nothing had happened, she firmly grasped the hilt of her sword, hanging in mid-air.

Jing Wuyou was heartbroken and short of breath, and immediately called out: "Elder brother!"

"It's so noisy, I can hear you." The pain on the arm is negligible, but the pain from the head is not a joke. Feng Chiling can't move now, so she can only leave it to this little devil "Take out the magic mirror from my clothes."

Jing Wuyou asked doubtfully, "The Mirror of Demon Control?"

Feng Chiling was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Uh, it's just the thing I called the Spirit Void Realm open before - the diamond-shaped glass that releases Bai Shan."

Jing Wuyou immediately reacted, turned around in Feng Chiling's arms with difficulty, faced the white jade mask head-on, swallowed his saliva, and slowly put his hand into the lapel of his clothes.

After rubbing it for a long time without finding anything, Feng Chiling couldn't help but angrily said, "It's not there!"

Jing Wuyou shrank her neck in fright, and quickly withdrew her hand.

Seeing this, Feng Chiling calmed down helplessly, and said with all his strength: "Left, below."

Jing Wuyou hesitated and looked at him timidly.

Feng Chiling looked up at the sky, and said with difficulty: "I won't talk about you, hurry up."

Jing Wuyou took a deep breath, put aside a series of transgressive scenes that inexplicably appeared in his mind, managed to calm himself down, once again stuffed his hands into the neckline of the elder brother, and, separated by a layer of underwear, Move down slowly.

...It's said that it's the bottom, but this kid still sticks into the neckline. I'm afraid his mind is not so clear.

Even at this moment, Feng Chiling thought he did it on purpose.

And at the moment Jing Wuyou accurately touched the piece of hard-touch glass, the turbulent black pool on the shore made another attack.

It was expected that the female ghost cultivator refused to give them a way out, and wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue them.

Feng Chiling said: "Okay, don't touch it, it's too late."

Jing Wuyou's hands froze, and before he could react, his eyes went dark, as if he was swept up by a huge wave, the sky spun and everything was confused.

Gravity suddenly lost, he closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth and grabbed the senior brother's sleeve.

Feng Chiling also tightly protected him in the crook of his arms, and the two of them fell down the rock wall.