Chapter 110 Retreat

The magic blood wheel in front of Liu Ruyan was like being hit by a heavy hammer. With a click, it cracked into countless fragments and flew around, and Liu Ruyan's crisis was immediately resolved.

"I don't know what's dead or alive!"

The cold words sounded in Mu Ye's ear like a spring thunder burst, which made him and the ghost face on his back change at the same time. He hurriedly looked around, but did not see the figure of the speaker.

At this time, the boundless murderous intention completely enveloped him, just like the substance, which made him dare not move.

"Who!?"

He looked around in surprise and couldn't help shouting.

A long roar from far to near, followed by a pale light. Looking at the thunderous momentum, it almost cut the sky in half.

When the light came close, Mu Ye saw the figure of the person coming clearly.

When he came to the front, the light dissipated, and a wide long sword was exposed. On it stood a short old man, looking at him with a hateful face.

The old man is not terrible. The terrible thing is that Muye can't see his cultivation clearly.

Shi Lei smiled in the darkness shrouded in magic hair. He put down a big stone in his heart. He smiled and shouted, "Brother, you're too late!"

It was his brother, Lang Wuji, a disciple of Guiyuan Zhenjun.

Muye's rampant aura before immediately disappeared a lot. He was in high spirits and just said, "I am under the throne of the demon god in the demon world..."

Before he finished speaking, Lang Wuji snorted coldly and spit out two words: "Go to hell!"

The huge sword under his feet flew out of the sound, drew an aperture obliquely in the air, and then flew up in the air, divided into two, two into four, until it turned into eight identical long swords. The sword burned white flames and roared from eight directions at the same time. The scorching breath instantly dispelled the corruption and bloodiness that originally permeated the air.

Mu Ye was shocked. He could not take care of Shi Lei and Liu Ruyan behind him. The ghost face behind him suddenly became bigger again. This time, he almost covered his whole body. Except for his head, his whole body turned into a muscular wriggling appearance. The big mouth of the grimace turned into the position of his chest.

Mu Ye's eyes were closed and his face was dull. It seemed that it was no longer his will to dominate his body at this time.

And the ghost's face showed a fierce look. It opened its mouth and spewed out a large mass of blood fog, rising in the wind. A blood-red whirlwind blew behind Muye's predecessor, and then eight ferocious ghost heads were separated from them, and they rushed to the eight flying swords with their teeth and claws.

"Does the light of rice dare to compete with the bright moon?"

Lang Wuji shouted, and Yuanli gushed out like a river, turning into eight arms in the air, holding eight long swords, or cutting or splitting, each with sword moves. The eight ghosts seemed to be fierce, but they were smashed head-on by the sword, and they turned into flying ashes one by one.

All this just happened in an instant, and the grimace on Muye's chest screamed, as if it was hurt by itself.

He has been trying to get into Tianwangjia, and the magic hair that devoured Shi Lei's blood seemed to have been hit by Tianlei. They shrank back to Mu Ye one after another and never dared to appear again. As soon as he appeared, he saw the shaky Liu Ruyan. He didn't think about it at the moment, so he used his star soul to fly around the circle of war and grabbed her.

Liu Ruyan saw him retreating with a tired smile on his face. As soon as he shouted "Shi Lang", he fainted softly.

As soon as Shi Lei saw it, he felt a pain in his heart, but he knew that Liu Ruyan had not been fatally injured. As long as he found a place to practice the woman's heart with her, he could be cured. It's just that his hatred for Muye is a little deeper.

Looking up, the eight giant swords were about to remove the leaves. The look on the ghost's face changed from pain to madness. It suddenly burst on the leaves's chest and turned into a bigger ghost head, and the shawl emitted a roar of the long sword cut around.

At this moment, its cultivation is almost comparable to that of the early stage of the god, but it is almost.

Seeing eight giant swords hitting the ghost's head at the same time, Shi Lei smiled on his tired face. He knew that the leaves were over.

The ghost head still has time to attack. The eight giant swords chopped it to pieces like a whirlwind, and the white flame burning on the sword evaporated the fragments into black smoke and dissipated in the wind.

Lang Wuji waved his hand lightly, and the eight giant swords immediately merged into one, turned into one again, and returned to his feet. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the leaves with his eyes still closed with a sneer, without saying a word.

Less than a breath, Mu Ye suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the old man in front of him, his eyes were full of disbelief and fear. Then he burst into a long scream, and his body disintegrated in an instant, and the flesh and blood fell from the bones like mud. After the flesh and blood fell out, the skeleton also changed from white to dark. When it was blown by the wind, it turned into dust and sprinkled into a big mass.

There was only a group of lonely yellow gens in the air, trembling under the gaze of Lang Wuji, and there was no arrogance and domineering just now.

"Senior, please see that it is not easy to practice in the younger generation, just spare my life..."

Hearing the sudden pleading from Mu Ye, Lang Wuji's face did not change. He turned his head to look at Shi Lei. Seeing his cold face, he sneered and replied, "The monk's blood stained on your hands is more than a thousand. Do you still want to live now?"

"Senior, aren't you a demon? How can you manage it..."

"Noise!"

Lang Wuji frowned impatiently and pointed a little. Muye's original yuan spirit immediately froze, and he couldn't even speak.

"Brother, I'll give this devil to you!"

When Shi Lei heard the words, he nodded gratefully to Lang Wuji, knowing that he wanted to devour this person's yuan god and use it to cultivate the soul silk.

He shook his body and came to Muye Yuanshen. Looking at the light yellow light, there was a sneer at the corners of his mouth. He opened his mouth and was about to swallow it, but unexpectedly, the Yuanshen struggled fiercely. At the same time, Muye's words sounded:

"There is the imprint of the divine consciousness in my yuanshen. If you swallow me, it will inevitably attract the god to be hunted down. No matter how big Zuzhou is, there will be no place for you at that time. Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid!"

Shi Lei laughed and laughed. Without waiting for Muye to speak again, he opened his mouth and sucked. The primordial spirit was included in Yuanling Island and imprisoned.

Then he raised his eyebrows and turned back decisively to Lang Wuji and said:

"Brother, what this man said is not bad. I feel a sense of divine consciousness that has just run away from his yuan god. I'm afraid that the so-called god will come soon, and we'd better leave immediately!"

"Go!"

Lang Wuji was not talkaty. He took off his sword and drew a long rainbow in the sky with Shi Lei and Liu Ruyan, and then disappeared in the distance.

Shi Lei stood on the flying sword and looked at Liu Ruyan, who was still with his eyes closed. He was afraid for a while. If it hadn't been for Lang Wuji's timely appearance to kill Mu Ye, the two could only meet on Huangquan Road now. He settled down a little and said gratefully to Lang Wuji in front of him, "Thank you for saving me in time, otherwise Ruyan and I will not be spared!"

Lang Wuji smiled and let his beard fly in the wind. He shook his hand and pretended to be handsome and said:

"This is nothing. It's just a matter of giving up your hand. How can the little Yuan infant monk put it in my eyes? If I fall on this devil boy, I won't have the face to see the master anymore.

After saying that, he paused and looked back at Shi Lei. There was some concern in his eyes and said, "Brother, your cultivation is too low now. If you meet an enemy with higher cultivation than you, it is really dangerous. Alas... Guiyuan Xinfa can't rely on the help of outsiders. It's all up to practice by yourself. I just want to help you, but I'm powerless!"

Shi Lei smiled, looked at Lang Wuji's eyes, and said seriously, "Brother, don't worry. If there is a will, there is a way!"

"Good! Have ambition! It seems that in the near future, there will be another high-level monk under our master's door.

Lang Wuji was infected, and he was much more heroic when he spoke. At this time, he used his strength and input a force into the flying sword. The speed of the flying sword immediately doubled and flew to the border between Song and Zhao.

Seeing that it was getting closer and closer to the border, Shi Lei stood beside Lang Wuji and sighed, "If my brother hadn't appeared in time that day and killed the ambush demons, I would have almost died at this border. My brother saved me again this time, and I was very grateful.

It turned out that after the two people recognized Shi Lei's hiding in the middle of the day, they were organized by the monks in the demon world to ambush the two. Just as the two were in a bitter battle, it was Lang Wuji who appeared in time to save the danger. So when Shi Lei got out of danger again, his gratitude to Lang Wuji deepened.

Lang Wuji laughed and said, "You and I are from the same family. Why are you so polite? It's just that I came to help you. Those devil cubs didn't clean up. It's really unhappy! Look, we're here!"

Shi Lei smiled and looked forward. A broken wall appeared not far from his feet.

At this time, there were a lot of people gathered at the city wall, about hundreds of people. It looks like they are all major door-to-door monks in Zuzhou, but now they are ragged and look depressed. They must have come here and experienced a lot of hardships.

And in the crowd, a lion-headed python with its head held high was majestically in the center, roaring.

Shi Lei didn't expect that there would be so many surviving monks here, so he looked at Lang Wuji with inquiring eyes. The other party blushed when he saw him, so he smiled and said, "I saw that these monks were very pitiful all the way, so I instructed them to take refuge here on the way..."

"Brother is kind-hearted."

Shi Lei said something lightly, but he smiled secretly in his heart: Brother Lang looked cold and always had a murderous face, but he didn't expect such a kind heart.

Flying nearby, the monks on the wall obviously recognized Lang Wuji's flying sword and shouted at the elders below. Lang Wuji raised his head and agreed with a smile, and his face was full of pride.

Originally, Shi Lei was also laughing with Lang Wuji. Suddenly, he saw several people trapped in the body of the lion-headed python, and one of them was very familiar. When he looked carefully, he couldn't help sneering: "So this dog is also here!"

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