Lang Zixuan said: "What's wrong?"

Miffel laughed wildly "haha" and said: "Then you might as well give it a try!"

As he spoke, he took out the Baiku whip from his waist, stretched out his hand, and a black light flashed through, breaking several ancient trees dozens of meters away. The Baiku whip was only a few meters long, but this black light was also extremely sharp!

Lang Zixuan knew at a glance that Miffel's skill had increased a lot.

At this time, Lang Shuoyang felt that Mo Yun was full of energy, but he was not willing to fight against Miffel, and said: "Miffel, if you can help me send the jelly seeds back to our time, I would like to have Jizo

King Bodhisattva may have a way to bring you back to your past."

Miffel said: "What was so good about the past?"

"At least you didn't take innocent lives on your hands before!"

Miffel pointed to the ditch and said, "Are you talking about these people? They..." Miffel suddenly stopped and stared at the corpse in the ditch.

Lang Zixuan and Lang Shuoyang also looked over and saw the corpses at the bottom of the ditch moving. They stood up one by one. Their faces were dark, they stretched out their arms and jumped up.

Miffel suddenly laughed and said: "This is the "Iron Corpse"! I actually practiced the Iron Corpse! This is the Iron Corpse, they will obey my orders!"

Miffel suddenly roared loudly, and the iron corpses at the bottom of the ditch raised their heads and roared one after another, and then suddenly built bridges with each other, stacked Arhats from the bottom of the ditch, and then jumped onto the ditch.

Miffel watched with joy as pairs of iron corpses jumped up. Suddenly she pointed at Lang Zixuan and said, "Go and catch that woman!"

The first group of iron corpses came towards Lang Zixuan with blank eyes.

Lang Zixuan and Lang Shuoyang couldn't help but retreat, retreating to the mountain wall. With no way to retreat, these black-faced iron corpses rushed towards them.

Lang Shuoyang flew out with a kick, and an iron corpse was kicked upright for several meters. It hit other iron corpses and stopped without falling. Just with this kick, Lang Shuoyang found out that the strength of these iron corpses was much stronger than that of ordinary zombies.

times, and the body is as hard as iron.

When this group of iron corpses surrounded them in darkness, Lang Shuoyang reached out and grabbed Lang Zixuan, took a breath, jumped up, and flew to the top of the mountain in a blink of an eye.

Miffel saw it and shouted from below: "Fire boy, don't leave. I have something to say. Then he flew up, his broad sleeves dancing in the wind, and flew towards Lang Shuoyang and the others like a big bird.

On the top of the mountain, Lang Shuoyang and Lang Zixuan saw countless iron corpses in the valley at the foot of the mountain, and armies armed with guns outside the valley. These people and corpses were all taking orders from Miffel, and Miffel's magic was also unfathomable. There was no way to fight this fight.

. Lang Shuoyang carried Lang Zixuan on his back and flew towards the seaside as fast as possible.

Lang Zixuan looked back from Lang Shuoyang's back. Miffel, dressed in red, was chasing after her like a red cloud. Her flying speed was not as slow as Lang Shuoyang's.

Lang Shuoyang was carrying a person on his back. If this continued, Miffel would have to catch up. But just as Lang Shuoyang flew to the seaside and flew away from the coast, Miffel stopped and stood on the cliff wall by the sea.

, stood up pretty, looking at Lang Shuoyang and Lang Zixuan who were gradually flying away.

I don't know how far Lang Shuoyang flew when a reef appeared on the sea, which was as high as a three-story building and covered an area of ​​more than ten meters.

Lang Shuoyang fell down and put Lang Zixuan down.

Lang Zixuan sighed: "Since you and I came out of the mountain, this station has been the worst defeat. I didn't expect that the opponent would be Miffel, who has shared the joys and sorrows together!"

Lang Shuoyang lowered his head and said nothing. Lang Zixuan knew that he was trapped in self-blame and pity for Miffel. Without disturbing him, she stood behind him, put her arms around Lang Shuoyang's waist from behind, and pressed her face against his

on the back.

Lang Shuoyang felt pain in his heart and looked at the sea. He couldn't calm down for a long time. The scene of lingering with Miffel last night was still vivid in his mind. The scenes of life and death with Miffel in the past seemed to be shaking in front of his eyes, and they flashed by like scenes in a movie.

However, it was immediately replaced by the scene of Miffel's brutal murder, the hateful expressions of the old island owner and Tie Zhu, and Mao Maoer's tragic death all appeared before their eyes.

After standing like this for about half an hour, suddenly there was a thunder in the sky, and Lang Shuoyang was awakened from his meditation.

Immediately afterwards, heavy raindrops fell from the sky. Lang Shuoyang turned around and held Lang Zixuan in his arms. The two of them stood in the rain, like stone sculptures.

Lightning flashed across the sky, thunder burst out, and the waves on the sea were surging, hitting the rocks and impacting the two of them.

It was not until the afternoon that the heavy rain stopped and the sea gradually calmed down. Lang Zixuan asked weakly in Lang Shuoyang's arms: "What should we do next?"

Lang Shuoyang said: "No matter what, the fairy grass and golden blanket must be taken back!"

"Can you deal with Miffel?"

"I want to give it a try!"

Lang Shuoyang expressed his thoughts, and Lang Zixuan also obeyed Lang Shuoyang's words. So at night, Lang Shuoyang carried Lang Zixuan on his back again, and flew back to Dibao Island in the night. This time, he found the big ship he came from before.

Prepare to find some useful things on the boat.

Two pistols and some magazines were found in the captain's cabin. Lang Zixuan began to draw talisman to make talisman bullets. Although there was no such thing as Black Dog Blood Chixiao, Lang Zixuan had recovered his mana and had reached the fifth level of Hunyuan Dafa.

With his magic power, the talismans he draws are also extremely powerful.

Lang Shuoyang set up an altar on the deck and summoned nearby ghosts to prepare for his use.

As soon as he cast the spell, he suddenly felt a cold feeling on his back. When he turned around, he saw that the ghost king Li Fei had arrived. At this time, she had no body and was a spirit.

Lang Shuoyang was overjoyed and said, "Is it you?"

Li Fei looked at the altar set up by Lang Shuoyang and asked, "Have you recovered your magic power?"

Lang Shuoyang nodded.

"Then will you accept me?" Li Fei said with some worry. She still had some scruples about Lang Shuoyang's magic power.

"If you help me, I won't accept you!"

"You want me to help you deal with Miffel?" Li Fei already knew that Lang Shuoyang and Miffel had fallen out.

"I want you to help me get the golden blanket back!"

Li Fei nodded: "That's okay, but you have to promise me to go to the Ming Dynasty with me!"

"Okay, I promise you, as long as things here are over, I will go to the Ming Dynasty with you!"

Li Fei was very happy and said: "Okay, since you promised, you must keep your word. Remember, you also promised me that you must listen to me when I ask you three things in the future!"

Lang Shuoyang nodded, this matter has always been a knot in his heart. He didn't know how Concubine Li would embarrass him. Fortunately, Concubine Li never asked him to do anything. But because of this, Lang Shuoyang could not let go.
Chapter completed!