Mu Xue sat next to Cen Qianshan and rubbed his hair, thinking about how to wake Xiaoshan up and then go find his senior brothers and sisters.

The touch under her hands was still the same as before, delicate and soft. Mu Xue glanced at the sleeping person lying next to her, and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

When I met Xiaoshan in Seyuhai, I felt that he had grown up, his temperament had changed, and he was a lot stranger. Now looking at his appearance, I feel that he just put on a hard shell, but actually he is still sensitive and delicate inside.

boy.

Xiaoshan is a very sensitive child, and Mu Xue knows that.

He always fights with the kids on the street because he is afraid that others will look down on him. He can always figure out his own feelings and never does anything to make himself angry, because he is afraid that he will not like him.

In the early years when he first came here, he was capable of everything during the day, but his sleep at night was very poor. He almost never had a good night's sleep, and there were dark circles under his eyes on his fair face.

Later, Mu Xue simply moved the crib where he slept near her workbench, so that he could hear some sounds when he fell asleep, and could see himself when he woke up. He was like a nest that was gradually getting familiar.

The little animals gradually fell into a peaceful sleep.

Sometimes he would have nightmares in the middle of the night, and Mu Xue would stretch out a hand after work, rub his hair like this, or pat his back, and he would quickly settle down.

Mu Xue, who was sitting on the wasteland, patted the tall man sleeping next to her with her small hands. Seeing that the man's mood gradually became calmer, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "You have grown so big, but you are still the same as when you were a child.

ah."

Cen Qianshan suddenly opened his eyes at this moment.

Those eyes were a little watery and reddish because they had just cried.

He stared at Mu Xue for a while, then stood up and looked around anxiously.

This place is a wasteland. As far as the eye can see, it is empty and deserted. There are only a few undead wandering in the distance. There is no one in my dream.

But that voice was so clear and true, it soothed his chaotic mind and helped him break free from the stuck delirium. The warm touch of his palm was still on his skin.

Is everything just my imagination?

Cen Qianshan stood there blankly, frowning, his eyes trembling slightly, and finally he slowly lowered his gaze to Mu Xue.

Such a gaze made Mu Xue's skin tingle. She quickly reviewed what she had done and felt that she should have done nothing wrong.

With his current short stature, it should be difficult for Xiaoshan to recognize him. Besides, as long as he doesn't admit it, he has not broken his forbidden words. Mu Xue reluctantly calmed down.

Cen Qianshan slowly bent down and looked at Mu Xue's face. He stretched out his hand, lightly rubbed his thumb on Mu Xue's face, then raised it to his eyes and looked at it.

"You are hurt?"

Mu Xue wiped her face randomly, "No, no. It's stained."

Cen Qianshan's eyes looked back and forth at Mu Xue's bloody fingers and face, and his tone was gentle and calm, "I'm sorry, are you trying to save my injury?"

He was so much taller than Mu Xue, leaning forward with the setting sun behind his back, his eyes were deep, hiding some unknown thoughts.

Mu Xue's heart felt weak for no reason.

When he was in a coma, he was still a poor little boy who could cry and act coquettishly. Why did he wake up and change his body to give people such a terrifying sense of oppression?

When Mu Xue had just performed the Six-Path Transformation Technique, Mu Xue bit her finger and used the blood as a medium to write runes on her face. However, as her spiritual power was exhausted, the words had long been blurred and she had also rubbed them.

Why is this man so sharp?

"As long as you wake up, I have to go find my senior brother and sister." Mu Xue avoided his topic.

Although the battle just now had almost exhausted her scarce spiritual energy, the condition of her senior brother and sister was still unknown, so she had no time to rest.

In the distance, near the dark nine-story tower, a dazzling cold light lit up. The light was like the clear brilliance of the cold moon, like the blooming of winter plums - it was the unique sword energy of the Nine Plum Blossom Swords.

"Great, it's Senior Brother Fu. He woke up on his own." Mu Xue left Cen Qianshan, picked up her short legs and ran towards the battlefield in the distance.

In front of the nine-story tower.

Fu Yun was facing a tough battle. His Leng Yue and Miao Hong'er's physical skills had been pushed to their limits. Swords, shadows, fists and winds filled the sky and attacked the strange figure suspended in mid-air.

The man easily blocked all the attacks with just one bare hand, and even showed a bored expression.

Around his body, four ghost faces with distorted expressions hung, each of them opening their mouths and making extremely unpleasant sounds.

Fortunately, Uncle Zhong, who was proficient in music theory, sat cross-legged and played the strings to resist the evil sound.

But at this moment, cold sweat was pouring down his head, and the music under his hands was getting louder and louder. It was obvious that he was struggling to hold on.

Facing such a powerful enemy.

Miao Hong'er was fearless and used her full strength. Inside the gate of hell, she untied the knot in her heart and had an epiphany. This dangerous battle on the edge of life and death gave her a hearty and refreshing feeling. Her body skills became more and more perfect, and her moves became smoother.

, the body turned into afterimages, one turned into two, two turned into three, and finally there were dozens of them. Back and forth, up and down, dozens of Miao Honger's figures attacked the man named Wu Chang with intensive fists and kicks.

Wu Chang finally frowned, and a gray flame rose from his pale and bloodless palm. The flame enveloped his fist, and he slowly punched out. The punch was obviously extremely slow, but Miao Hong'er found that no matter what

Unable to avoid it, more than ten phantoms suddenly dissipated and were knocked far away by the punch. They fell to the ground unable to get up.

Fu Yun's sword blocked Wu Chang's face in time, preventing him from pursuing Miao Hong'er.

The name of the sword is Leng Yue, which is like the cold light of the moon. It has been kept in Fu Yun's body since he was a child. It is connected with the master's mind and is unparalleled in sharpness.

But at this moment, the indestructible silver-white sword tip was tightly grasped by a pale finger wrapped in gray flames.

"Sword cultivator? I've seen a lot of sword cultivators. It seems powerful, but it's better to pay more." Wuchang's delicate facial features were as expressionless as a mask, and he exerted force between his fingers, bending the silver sword in his hand.

"If it is too strong, it will be easy to break. Once you break what you hold in your heart, you can be at your mercy, which is boring."

The snow-white sword made a clanging sound, and Fu Yun, who was holding the sword, turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, the earth and the pagoda began to shake slightly.

A huge eight-armed demon god rose from the ground. The demon god's skin was blue, his red hair was as fierce as fire, and his eyes were glaring with anger, covering most of the sky. His arms as thick as pillars were folded and raised high, and he smashed down on Wu Chang.

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Cen Qianshan, dressed in black, descended from the sky and joined the battle.

Wu Chang put aside Fu Yun and raised his hands to firmly catch the Demon God's bronze hammer-like fists.

"You also broke free?" Wu Chang asked.

Cen Qianshan: "Yes, I came here specially to thank you for taking care of me just now."

"Then there's no need to thank me." The impermanent mask-like facial features simulated a stiff smile, "It was fun playing with you, and you enjoyed it yourself, didn't you?"

Cen Qianshan was furious and turned his sword into Shura and Dou Baiyi Wuchang.

Mu Xue, who had just arrived at the battlefield, helped up the injured Miao Hong'er.

"Senior brother, senior sister, there is no need to fight with him. I found that his range of activities is limited. As long as we stay far away, he will not catch up." She told her senior sister what she had discovered before.

Miao Hong'er clutched her abdomen and struggled to get up, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, waving her hands and almost speechless.

Uncle Zhong explained for her, "Xiaoxue, you don't know. When you cross the Death Road, you enter the Ghost Gate and exit from the Jiuyou Pagoda. If we want to pass the Death Road, we have to break into the Jiuyou Pagoda and use the Jiuyou Waterway at the bottom of the tower to escape. Otherwise

We can only be trapped in this boundless iron-sieged city forever, accompanying the souls of the dead."

"The white-clad Impermanence guarding the tower is an enemy that cannot be avoided."

"It turned out that I was going to break into the tower."

Mu Xue looked up and saw that at the bottom of the black tower, there was a solid black iron door tightly closed.

With their current weak spiritual power, it is too difficult to break through such a door.

In the battlefield, the huge eight-armed demon suddenly became mad, and its eight blue arms crazily attacked Bai Yi Wuchang, causing thick smoke to billow in the sky.

Cen Qianshan took the opportunity to retreat from the battlefield briefly amid the thick smoke, and stuffed his backpack into Mu Xue's hands.

"Fu Yun and I hold him, and you try to open the door." He put his knife on the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood in front of Mu Xue, "Hurry!"

Then he stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood stains and turned around to fight again.

Mu Xue quickly opened his backpack and was overjoyed, "That's great, he brought so many explosives."

Within the Shinto, spiritual power is thin, spells cannot be cast, and the number of spells is greatly reduced. However, physical attacks in the human world are not affected, such as weapons, physical skills, and explosives.

In Cen Qianshan's backpack, there was a large jar of valuable red dragon blood and a bottle of crystallized shark tears.

Once these two things are mixed in proportion, they will be as powerful as water pouring into a frying pan. If properly arranged, they can be enough to blow open the black iron door.

The situation on the battlefield was grim, Fu Yun's white clothes were stained with blood, Miao Hong'er was seriously injured, Uncle Zhong looked painful, and the hill obviously couldn't hold on for long.

Without delay.

"Sister, please rest, I'll open the door." Mu Xue didn't think much, she hugged her backpack and ran away.

Miao Hong'er couldn't stop her, and watched as the slightly tall junior sister held the "explosive package" and deftly avoided the falling gravel on the battlefield, and ran towards the tower door in a hurry.

Master said that junior sister likes weapon refining and often goes to Biyun Peak to take classes. It seems that what he said is true, Miao Hong'er thought.
Chapter completed!