Chapter 228 The Traceless Sang

In the short-tailed fox tribe, in a jungle called Broken Heart, Su Xia gently wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth and inserted the geodical sword in her hand fiercely on the ground. Then, not far away from him, a demon man with a pair of different pupils suddenly appeared in front of him. Before he recovered, he bit it into two pieces.

After doing all this, Su Xia breathed a long sigh of relief. However, he only exhaled half of his breath and heard bursts of screams from the dense forest not far away. He could no longer be familiar with those screams, because it was none other than his comrades who had been fighting with him for many years...

Although he was seriously injured, Su Xia had no intention of escaping. He walked step by step towards the dense forest with his sword.

When Su Xia limped and rushed there, it was too late. His comrades had fallen on the cold ground one after another, and the reinforcements who were still fought on the field...

Looking at the tragic comrades-in-arms, Su Xia's eyes twitched fiercely, and then her face turned white and suddenly spewed out a large mouthful of blood.

"No trace! Go and treat the general. Give it to me!" In a trance, Su Xia heard a rough roar, and then saw a pale blue figure suddenly flashing in front of him, and then he didn't know anything.

Holding Su Xia, who was unconscious, Nie Wuzong frowned slightly and put his finger on his vein door, and then hurriedly took out a jade bottle from his arms and poured out a green pill and put it into Su Xia's mouth.

After completing the treatment, Nie Wuji gently put Su Xia on the ground. Before the end of the war, the people and corpses lying on the ground were definitely the safest, so Nie Wuji was not worried that Su Xia would die in the chaos.

"Xiao Hong, there is a strong enemy in the north approaching, and fight quickly!" After putting down Su Xia, Nie joined the regiment without a trace and roared at a tall figure not far away in his busy schedule. They didn't bring many people, so he informed his comrades-in-arms as soon as he felt the danger approaching.

Now the demon clan is one less than one. They must cherish every warrior and can't make unnecessary sacrifices under unnecessary circumstances!

He suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a dark red flame, forcing his opponent back. The tall figure said angrily, "Don't call me Xiao Hong!"

"Okay! Little Red!" With a grin, Nie Wuzong waved his sleeves gently, and a piercing cold wind instantly blew several Shura not far away into ice slag, and then turned into a shadow and rushed behind Xiaohong's opponent and imprinted it fiercely.

However, the Shura was obviously not a good man and a believer. At the next moment when Nie Wuji's palms met him, his dark red skin suddenly rolled out and flew out a few pale bone spurs, just shooting at Nie Wuzou's eyebrows.

Nie Wu, who was old, changed his face and quickly opened his mouth and spit out a rusty bell to block the strange bone spurs and saved his life. However, he himself was hit and flew away because he was too close.

After stopping his heel, Nie Wuza rushed over again, but this time he did take out his ability to press the bottom of the box, and his bell-shaped demon soldier stayed around. Obviously, he was also scared after what had just happened.

"No trace, freeze his feet, and I'm just burning him to death!" Seeing Nie Wujie escape from the disaster, Xiaohong was secretly relieved, and then she shouted grimly and cooperated with Nie Wushe's attack to kill Shura not far away. On the way, her whole body seemed to pass by a piece of scorched ashes like a fire, which was so powerful!

Hearing Xiaohong's roar, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but evoke a small arc. Under the pinch of her hands, an icy cold air spread around like a tide under her feet, freezing the whole dense forest into a silvery white color in the blink of an eye.

"Hmm! Idiot! Unexpectedly, he told his plan directly. Do you really think that this general is a vegetarian? Seeing this situation, the Shura said slowly, and a pair of bat wings suddenly appeared behind him. After a few strokes, he flew directly to the sky hundreds of feet high.

"Idiot!" Thinking that the imperceptible voice cursed, Nie Wuzong and Xiaohong cracked the corners of their mouths together.

Then Xiaohong turned into a huge fox full of dark red, and Nie Wuzong reached out and contracted the big clock beside him into a palm-sized bell and gently shook it.

With the shaking of the bell in Nie Wuzong's hand, the demons and Shura of the whole dense forest opened their eyes incredulously, and then had to stop the battle in their hands - the ethereal bell actually made the air around them sticky, and the more they struggled, the more they became unable to move!

The art of emptiness and stickiness! Your broken clock is a Taoist!?" Looking at Xiaohong, who was standing directly below him, and then looking at the sight of a big man not far away, the Shura, trapped in the sky, shouted incredulously.

The so-called Taoist weapon is actually a magic weapon that touches a trace of the law of the road. They may not be powerful, but they have the strange ability to temporarily change the origin of heaven and earth. This magic weapon is rare even in the fairyland, and it is really worthy of its reputation.

"Go to the criminal law world and ask the Lord of Dizang!" With a cold smile, Xiaohong said that a powerful heat wave suddenly rose on her body, which roasted the whole sky vaguely, as if it was about to peel off, and the Shura naturally became the best sacrifice of this gorgeous scene.

After solving the Shura, Nie Wudi directly put away the bell. Although this bell can be sticky and empty, it has two fatal shortcomings. One is that it is not the enemy, and the other is that what it consumes is not the user's true energy, but the mysterious longevity!

In fact, the risk of Nie Wuzhao and Xiaohong's move is also considerable, because if it hadn't been for the Shura himself to rise into the sky, and Xiaohong ran to the bottom of the Shura in time, they would not have hurt the Shura at all. In other words, in fact, the Shura killed himself.

"Are you all right?" Holding the panting pale Nie Wu, Xiaohong said with a worried face.

With a bitter smile, Nie said helplessly, "This time I lost a lot. In order to kill a man, I lost my young master's longevity for ten years... If you hadn't taken action quickly, you would have almost been sucked away..."

"Don't use this anymore!" His heart jumped, and the little red looked ugly.

"Let's talk..." With a forced smile, Nie Wuzong turned his face aside and changed the topic, "You go and solve the rest of the people, and then we will take the little general to leave quickly--"

However, before Nie Wuzong finished his words, a bloody figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and then a huge force of about a thousand pounds hit his chest fiercely.

bang~

I don't know how many roots have been broken. When Nie stopped his body, he was already out of breath.

Seeing that his old friend suddenly encountered such a disaster, Xiaohong was stunned, and a pair of purple pupils kept shrinking and shaking, speechless for a long time.

"I can't stand it!" There was a strange mockery beside her, but Xiaohong didn't realize it. She just stared at the twitching place not far away.

He never thought that Nie Wuji would leave him in this way...

Everything came too fast and suddenly...

"Is he your friend? Don't be sad, you will see him soon. Standing beside Xiaohong, he looked at Xiaohong's pale face jokingly. The culprit said viciously, but his face was full of compassion, which looked indescribably awkward.

He tried to open his eyes and looked at the distance and stood still. Even the enemy was still inactive Xiaohong, and his lips gently squirmed a few times.

He warned Xiao Hong...

He wants Xiaohong to escape quickly...

He thought... he still had a lot of things to do, but he never had a chance...

He pulled down his indomitable head and followed his broken body, and his vague eyes fell on a rusty bell.

Let me do one last thing for you!

My - brother!

Thinking about this, Nie Wuzou's right finger gently stroked the bell in his hand. Although it was weak, the bell still rang gently.

That's when the whole dense forest became sticky again, and at this moment, Xiaohong finally came to her senses.

With endless anger burning in her eyes, Xiaohong gently turned her head and looked at Shura beside her and said word by word, "I-I want-you-die!" With that, there was another heat wave all over his body.

In the haze, the Shura around him turned into a trace of black ash and slowly turned into nothingness.

However, just as Xiaohong and Nie Wuzong thought that the other party had died, a strange smile sounded again from a short distance.

"I'm so disappointed that you didn't even see through such a simple illusion." Still with a face of compassion, the Shura slowly appeared on the edge of the sticky void, with his hands behind his back and a relaxed face.

The bitter crack and dry corners of his mouth, Nie Wuzou gently closed his eyes and spit out the last breath of his life...

It seems that I felt my friend's departure, and Xiaohong's tiger eyes finally shed the first tears of my life!

"I said, don't be sad, I'll take you to see him! Then you can be together forever." Still with a compassionate face, the Shura appeared next to Nie Wuzhan's body, and then gently picked up the bell in Nie Wuzhan's hand, "Interesting! Interesting!"

"Gone's paw! You don't deserve to touch his things!" Seeing the other party take away his friend's magic weapon, Xiao Hong's eyes suddenly turned red and roared.

"Kill me to keep it. Try it." Playing with the bell in his hand, the Shura didn't even look at Xiao Hong.

After listening to the faint words of Shura, Xiaohong's face suddenly became ferocious, but his current life was exchanged by his old friend's desperate efforts. How could he live up to his friend's last efforts? Therefore, although she was angry, Xiao Hong did not rush up, but stood still, with anger and struggle on her face...

"Don't try, your dog head, I want it!" However, just as Xiao Hong's face was struggling, a faint voice came suddenly.

The sound was extremely familiar, but it was also a little strange, but even so, Xiaohong recognized the owner of the voice.

It was a young man dressed in white, with four snow-white tails behind him, like four snow-white and soft reeds...