Chapter 51 A step late

Qingchan sat next to Hua Xiaoyan, supporting her head with her hands and dozed off. Suddenly, her eyes suddenly opened, "A fairy spirit spread into the room." She smelled Hua Xiaoyan's body and muttered, "It's not the fairy spirit on her body!" She increased her vigilance, turned out a weapon, and stood in front of Hua Xiaoyan.

Ziwei Fairy and Shi Zimo entered the wooden house together and saw Hua Xiaoyan lying in ** at a glance.

"Hua Xiaoyan is actually sleeping!" Shi Zimo looked at her with contempt, but he still missed her because he hadn't seen her for so long.

"Who are you? How did you find this place? Qingchan asked viciously.

"You are not that fox!" Shi Zimo said coldly to her.

"She is a tree demon." Ziwei Fairy said gently, "Now the demon takes Hua Xiaoyan away. You'd better not be embarrassed."

"Ha ha, how can you conclude that I won't be embarrassed? Don't take the demon away today!" Qingchan raised the whip and waved it to the ground, and suddenly a crack appeared.

Ziwei told in her heart that the tree demon knew that Hua Xiaoyan was the female demon? In this case, she must take it away. Soon after that, Qingchan rolled over, and the whip in her hand hit the Ziwei Fairy.

"Shi Zimo, get out of the way!" Ziwei Fairy's whole body was wrapped in purple spiritual power. Shi Zimo ran to the bed, picked up Hua Xiaoyan's body, and shook and said, "Hua Xiaoyan, when is this? You are still sleeping! Wake up quickly! Wake up!" Hua Xiaoyan was paralyzed, and her eyes had never been opened. She leaned back and forth with his shaking.

The Ziwei Fairy resisted the whip waving straight down with her spiritual power, and Qingchan rolled directly in the air and fell behind the Ziwei Fairy. The purple myrtle fairy soared in mid-air, and countless delicate purple petals gently flew between heaven and earth. The refreshing fragrance of flowers was intoxicating. She takes her right foot as the axis. With light and long sleeves, the delicate body rotates, turning faster and faster. Suddenly, she flew up from the ground. She waved her jade hand, and dozens of purple ribbons came out gently, as if there were purple waves. The purple fairy flew to the silk ribbon in the air. Her feet were gentle, and her clothes were floating. One move was gentle.

"Well, I still want to fight with this little mountain cat kung fu. It's really self-evless!" Qingchan raised her wrist and lowered her eyebrows, and said disdainfully.

Ziwei Fairy became an immortal under the careful irrigation of the Queen Mother. She has never practiced self-defense swordsmanship. Now she has to fight with the tree demon with spiritual power. I'm afraid that as soon as this spiritual power is used up, there is nothing she can do.

Shi Zimo was very anxious. Looking at the bad situation of Ziwei Fairy and Hua Xiaoyan sleeping like a dead pig, there was nothing he could do. He pinched Hua Xiaoyan's arm and shouted, "Hua Xiaoyan! You stinky boy, you are daydreaming at the critical moment! And show off how strong you are now! I think you are a rubbish!"

"Ah~" Shi Zimo screamed, and was whipped behind him, and a blood stain appeared on his clothes. The body slowly slid down the edge of the bed...

"Get out of here! Don't get close to the devil!" Qingchan said harshly.

"You tree demon, don't be too rampant!" The Ziwei fairy was angry, and the purple ribbon attacked her quickly. The tree demon flipped, shook the whip in his hand, and wrapped the ribbon around the tree whip. She smiled ghostly, and suddenly added gravity. The purple fairy was heavily pulled off the ground by her.

Hua Xiaoyan, who was lying in **, suddenly moved her finger.

"Ha ha, a fairy also wants to kill me? It's a big joke." Qingchan smiled proudly.

"Faceless tree demon! If you kill me, heaven will not let you go!" The purple myrtle fairy curled up on the ground, with a trace of blood flowing from the corners of her mouth, and frowned slightly in pain.

Hua Xiaoyan's eyes turned under her eyelids, her eyelashes flashed, and finally opened.

"I'm going to send you to hell!" As soon as Qingchan finished speaking, the whip split on her head.

"The ruthless sword!" Hua Xiaoyan shouted violently, and the crystal clear ruthless sword broke through the roof and pierced the whip in the hand of the tree demon.

With a "stuck" sound, the whip broke into two pieces.

The tree demon was shaken back a few steps by the white sword spirit, "Demon..." She looked at Hua Xiaoyan in horror.

Hua Xiaoyan took off in mid-air, with her little face kicking Qingchan seriously and coldly, with one hand behind her back and the other hand holding a ruthless sword. Her momentum was extraordinary. She said coldly, "Dare to hurt my favorite friend, I will never let you go this time!" As soon as the words fell, before the tree demon had any reaction, Hua Xiaoyan waved the white spiritual power of the ruthless sword and attacked the tree demon. The tree demon was stabbed by the white light and could not open his eyes. When she was distracted, Hua Xiaoyan slapped the hilt of the sword, and the ruthless sword stabbed her fiercely.

"Sister Ziwei, how are you?" Hua Xiaoyan picked up Ziwei Fairy's body and asked worriedly.

"I, I'm fine. Get out of here quickly." She held Hua Xiaoyan's arm and said.

"Okay, I'll take you away."

"Wait a minute, there is also stone ink." The Ziwei fairy pointed to the bedside, but there was no body for him.

"Sister Ziwei, I just heard his voice in my dream, but there is no him in your finger!" Hua Xiaoyan said in surprise.

"He was whipped by the tree demon and was still lying there. Why did he disappear?"

Hua Xiaoyan suddenly realized that this girl must have turned back into a fly. After the tree demon was hit by a sword in his arm, she fell to the ground.

Hua Xiaoyan ran to the bedside and carefully checked on the ground...

"Xiaoyan, have you found it?" Ziwei Fairy slowly climbed up from the ground weakly. "I sensed a huge demonic spirit pouring this way. It must be fast."

"Sister Ziwei, look, I found it!" Hua Xiaoyan happily held the injured stone ink.

"It's not too late. I'll become the original shape. Take us with you. Hurry up." After saying that, the purple myrtle fairy quickly turned into a purple myrtle flower.

Hua Xiaoyan left the wooden house with a lucky sword, holding a purple myrtle in one hand and a firefly in the other.

"I don't know what's going on with the fox. The demon should not hurt the demon! Maybe this unrighteous guy ran away in a crisis, but he is not such a demon. Hua Xiaoyan said to herself.

In the blink of an eye, Hua Xiaoyan came to Qingyan Mountain with Ziwei Fairy and Shi Zimo. At the same time, Yao Ye and Qing Ru Ye rushed to the wooden house.

As soon as Yao Ye landed in the Peach Blossom Forest, he felt something was wrong. His face darkened and he said, "No, something happened to Hua Xiaoyan." As soon as the words fell, a split went to the wooden house and saw Qingchan fainting to the ground, and the blood on his arm was overflowing.

"Lord, this... What the hell happened?" Qing Ru looked at the messy ground, and then looked at Hua Xiaoyan, who disappeared, and was very puzzled.

Yao Ye carefully examined the wound on Qingchan's arm. There was no fluctuation in his quiet and deep eyes, but his voice was a little sad. "It's Xiaohua's ruthless sword. She finally left..."

"Lord, what you said is that the devil has left? Then isn't this pillar of magic grass for nothing?" Qingru said with regret. By the way, how is Qingchan's injury?

"Her injury is not serious. Take good care of her." After saying that, the demon night strode away.

Qingru sighed quietly, "The demon master left like this, which was a waste of the Lord's painstaking efforts. In fact, I don't think this magic grass should be eaten by the devil, but for the Lord. She has become an immortal. What else can I wait for? In the end, it's still empty. It's not worth it."

Yao Ye held the magic grass tightly in his hand, and his face was as cold as an ice lake that had not melted for thousands of years. The slightly raised corners of his mouth outlined a trace of self-deprecating. The layers of peach blossoms spread on the ground are printed with his lonely footprints, and the remnant sun is sprinkled on his departing back, which is even more sad...

The demon night came to the fantasy hall, took out the mandoshahua, leaned against the soft couch, and thought.

The little demon standing aside was very puzzled and whispered, "Look, the Lord's expression is so indifferent. Usually he is not like this..."

"Yes, is there something wrong?"

"No, the Lord usually won't go back to the Hall..."

Yao Ye rubbed the painful forehead and waved his hand and said, "Don't quarrel. I need to be quiet."

All the little demons closed their mouths. Suddenly, the whole hall was silent, and even his breath became heavy.

"Lord... Lord, Jian Yuheng, please see me." A little demon said.

"Fal." The demon night said coldly.

Jian Yuheng came forward in a black robe, "Lord, I have practiced a set of magic skills recently, and I want you to give me some advice."

"Bring up the dead corpse black again."

With an order, on the hall, he stood in front of Jian Yuheng with a black and expressionless face.

"Lord, how could this person be like this?" Jian Yuheng felt that there was no living look on him, and he was a little surprised.

"He once betrayed me. This is a light end. You can fight against him. If you defeat him with the magic skills you practiced, then you will succeed." The demon night said calmly.

Jian Yuheng nodded. Then Jiao shouted, and the black fog flew up above his head, and instantly burst out a red flame, covering his body. From the outside, the flames are stern, as if they can burn him to ashes in the blink of an eye. The little demons were frightened on one side. Suddenly, his fists were clenched, and his nails were deeply embedded in the meat. The blood flowed and dripped on the white jade ground. What is this magic skill? It's obviously self-immolation.

The demon night held his chin in his hand. This set of magic skills is rare. Jian Yuheng's demon power has been greatly improved to this point in such a short time. He will definitely do something in the future. It seems that hatred will indeed blind people's eyes and will indeed make people's will quickly improve.

At this time, she opened her eyes and shouted loudly. Above the seismic position, the colored jade is blurred, the electric light shines, and several lightnings are clearly visible, straight to the black and hit.