Everyone immediately understood her intention. Now we are outnumbered, Sister Needle on the periphery is alive and dead, and there are no reinforcements to come. Holding on like this is tantamount to waiting for death. Now we can only get a glimmer of hope by breaking out of the deadlock. And
The quickest and most effective way is to use magic fire to burn all these nasty bugs to death. But now that Meng Zirou is surrounded by his own people, he can't see the surrounding situation at all. If he takes action rashly, he is afraid that innocent people will be hurt. So.
Only by relying on Sandman's ability to control the wind and fly into the air can we accurately kill the mosquito monsters and insect spirits.
"No! You can't do this!" Lu Xiao suddenly spoke, interrupting everyone's thoughts.
--"Why?"
——"Because you have lost someone!"
--"who?"
——"Xiang Shenjun! If you really fly into the air rashly now, you will immediately become his target. Not only will you not be able to kill these mosquito monsters, but you will also lose your own life! You are so basic
It’s just to die, I don’t agree with you doing that!”
"Then do you have a better way?" Meng Zirou looked at Lu Xiao angrily. It's not that she hadn't thought of this, it was just that in the current situation, there was no other better way to break out of the siege, so she
She didn't mention it on purpose. Unexpectedly, Lu Xiao immediately guessed her little thoughts and flatly rejected her.
"I will definitely ensure her safety!" Shaman stood up, looked at Lu Xiaowu's misty eyes sadly, and said firmly.
"Why should we believe you?" Xianyu stared at her coldly, exuding a murderous aura, obviously still angry at Lu Xiao's eyes.
"I believe it!" Meng Zirou responded calmly, with a persistent and profound look. Don't doubt people but don't trust them. This is the key to success for every king. Since you have chosen to fight alongside Shaman, you don't have to think too much.
What. Letting go and doing it is sometimes much more effective than thinking about it beforehand.
Shaman looked at Meng Zirou gratefully, and a pale smile finally bloomed on his face. Then he mobilized his spiritual power and summoned a huge whirlwind, which lifted Meng Zirou's body steadily into the air. At the same time, he
Then it rose to the middle of Mencius and the Wuxiang Divine Lord, and suddenly a violent wind and sand was set off, rushing towards the Wuxiang Divine Lord. The Wuxiang Divine Lord was startled, and instinctively turned around and hid aside. At the same time, Xianyu also gave an order
, causing all the Xuanyi guards to step back two meters and instantly distance themselves from the insect monsters.
Only then did Meng Zirou realize that Sister Zhen had fallen to the ground, with a pool of blood around her mouth. Although she had not yet shown her original shape, she was already very angry and in danger. Extreme sadness instantly ignited around her body.
The purple flame expanded rapidly, igniting all the mosquito monsters in the air, and then quickly rotated, turning the flames into countless fireballs, which hit the insect spirits on the ground without any point. The mosquito monsters screamed in shock
, and fell heavily to the ground. They were quickly reduced to ashes by the blazing demonic fire. The golden beetle spirits on the ground also fled in fear. Those who moved slightly slower could not escape the fate of being swallowed by the demonic fire.
When the Wuxiang Divine Lord turned around, he found that the entire battle situation had undergone earth-shaking changes. The encirclement of the ghost tribe had collapsed, and the golden beetle spirits who had lost the help of the mosquito monster were being chased by the Xuanyi guards, screaming in agony.
, fell into a pool of blood. The Jade Dragon has jumped into the battle between Wu Xin and the Golden-Clothed Demon King. The already evenly matched battle has become one-sided with her joining. The Golden-Clothed Demon King is retreating steadily, and I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for long.
, he would die a violent death. Xianyu and Li Mubai pulled Lu Xiao and quickly hid aside, carefully guarding against a sneak attack.
"You bitch! I'm going to make your soul fly away!" The True Lord Wuxiang shouted angrily, throwing out a black ribbon, which instantly turned into a snake-shaped sword, whistling and stabbing Shaman fiercely.
Shaman nimbly hid aside, and then raised a more violent hurricane, sparing no effort to sweep towards the True Monarch Wuxiang. Countless stones and wooden blocks were polished by the wind, and instantly turned into sharp flying knives.
, stabbing at the opponent like lightning, the fierce attack caught people off guard.
However, Wuxiang Shenjun did not dodge. He just snorted coldly and stretched out his fingers to spin in the air. The hurricane immediately changed its direction and roared towards Meng Zirou in mid-air. It was only relying on Shaman's magic that he could barely stand.
Meng Zirou, who was in the air, was suddenly thrown into the air, and her delicate cheeks were scratched with blood from branches and stones. Although it was not life-threatening, if she fell to the ground like this, her body would have already been
My scarred body may no longer be able to bear it!
Shaman, who was controlling the hurricane, didn't have time to think too much and immediately rushed to catch Meng Zirou. At this moment, her only thought was to protect this woman. Only by doing so could she feel worthy of Lu Xiao's pity.
She was worthy of Meng Zirou's trust and her own conscience. Unfortunately, she didn't notice that the Wuxiang Shenjun had already quietly approached with the black long sword, swung the sword violently, and penetrated mercilessly.
her chest.
The severe pain made Shaman groan, and her face turned pale as a sheet. But she still used her last strength, stretched out her hand to create a small whirlwind, held Meng Zirou steadily, and slowly placed her on the
He fell to the ground. At the same time, he reluctantly turned his head and looked angrily at the strange face without facial features in front of him. He suddenly spewed out a thick breath of miasma and rushed towards the True Lord Wuxiang.
Immortal Wuxiang Immediately drew out his long sword, quickly turned his head and stepped aside, barely hiding his face from the erosion of the miasma. However, his clothes were corroded into strips of cloth, hanging awkwardly on his body, as if in ruins.
The kite was swinging in the air. Shaman screamed, covered his wound, and fell heavily to the ground.
Meng Zirou hurriedly squatted down, helped the dying woman up, and called urgently: "Shaman, hold on! Shaman!"
Shaman's eyes were closed tightly, and there was no color on her pale face. There was a huge hole in her chest, and wind and sand kept coming out. Accompanied by a steady stream of spiritual power, it quickly dissipated in the air, just like her life that was about to disappear.
, could never be found again. With trembling lips, it took a long time to squeeze out two words: "Lu Xiao!"
Meng Zirou burst into tears, covering the wound on her chest tightly with both hands, looking at the three people not far away in panic, and cried loudly: "Lu Xiao, come here quickly! Lu Xiao, Shaman, Shaman
Man can’t do it------"
Lu Xiao immediately ran over eagerly with Xianyu's support, squatted down, fumbled and held Shaman in his arms, and said softly: "Shaman, don't be afraid! I'm here!"
Shaman reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at Lu Xiaojunlang's face infatuatedly. Silent tears slowly ran across her cheeks. It was regret and helplessness. She probably couldn't explain clearly. She just felt that there were many things in her heart at the moment, but
There is no chance to say it again.
——"Lu Xiao, I'm sorry! I really just want to be with you------"
Just as the outstretched little hand was about to touch the face that had been missed for hundreds of years, it slumped down and soon, together with the beautiful body, turned into wind and sand and dissipated in the air.
"Sharman, Sharman------" Lu Xiao stretched out his hands and searched randomly in front of him, hoping to touch Sharman's body again. Unfortunately, except for the white sand on the ground, he couldn't find it anymore.
Come to that pure and elegant woman.
Xiaoxiang's last words suddenly sounded in his ears, which were surprisingly similar to Shaman's: "------Lu Xiao, I'm sorry!------I really just want to be with you-----
-", the same reluctance, the same attachment, but in this complicated emotional entanglement, who can tell clearly who has failed whom.