In the deep night sky, another fairy sword was also trembling and buzzing violently, almost out of the control of the sword's owner, and swooped towards a certain mountain at an unprecedented speed.
The two swords are thousands of meters apart, separated by a mountain, but they seem to be separated by three lives, seven lifetimes, a world...
"What exactly did my sister's Mingyue Sword sense? Why did it react like this suddenly?" Lin Yue'er frowned. She and Lin Xian'er grew up together, and her familiarity with Mingyue Sword was like being familiar with her own sword. Familiar. But Mingyue Fairy Sword suddenly reacted like this, but it was the first time she had seen it in her life.
She was curious and wanted to ask Lin Xian'er some exact reasons, but at this moment, Lin Xian'er's expression revealed a heavy sadness...
That kind of grief came for no reason. It seemed to be just the emotion conveyed by Mingyue Fairy Sword, and it seemed to be Lin Xianer's own emotion.
"It's the fairy here!" The fleeing monks raised their heads and looked at the two figures flying past in the sky.
Chen Pipi and Xia Qianye also raised their heads, but the sadness and regret in their hearts was even worse than before.
"Why did you come now?"
"Why couldn't you have come earlier?"
They knew that the two fairies had come with all their strength, and they couldn't blame the fairies for this incident. But they still couldn't help but feel a trace of unwillingness and blame in their hearts.
Perhaps that kind of blaming is not blaming the fairy at all, but blaming nature for tricking people and not being willing to accept the ruthlessness of heaven and earth...
Lin Xian'er ignored other people's gazes and ignored them because she had already seen the old soul-eating demon standing on the top of the mountain and the mess on the cliff that had been ravaged by the terrifying palm power.
"It turns out it's you! You gave him the magic talisman!" He noticed that the aura on Lin Xian'er's body was exactly the same as the spiritual talisman. The soul-eating old demon was immediately furious, because it was that spiritual talisman that destroyed the Black Demon Cave. His foundation almost cost him his life!
"Where are the others?" Lin Xianer's voice was low and cold.
"Killed by me! A small person in the Qi Refining realm actually dares to show off as a hero and save people in front of me. Do you think it's ridiculous?" The old soul-eating demon pointed at the cliff not far away and laughed wildly: " It was here that he was completely destroyed by my palm, not even a body was left."
"Then you go die." Lin Xian'er felt as if her heart was bleeding, and the low buzzing and trembling sound in her hands was like a sad song.
"It's just you?" The Soul-Eating Old Demon looked at Lin Xian'er and then at Lin Yue'er, "It turns out that you two are both in the Kongming Realm. A good man will not suffer the immediate consequences. I admit that I can't beat you, but you two I am just in the first stage of Kong Ming, and if you want to kill me, you are just wishful thinking."
"Then let's give it a try." Lin Yue'er blocked the way of the old soul-eating demon.
"Yue'er, please don't interfere in this matter, I will kill him myself." Lin Xian'er said solemnly.
"You don't want me to intervene?" Lin Yue'er was stunned, unable to understand what her sister was doing.
Ever since she was a child, they had always been the closest sisters, eating, living, sleeping and practicing together, and there was no difference between them in anything. Lin Yue'er probably understood that her sister wanted to avenge Shen Lang.
However, if Shen Lang is their successor, then she can also be regarded as Shen Lang's future master. Why doesn't her sister let her get involved? What is the special significance of this?
"Hmph, arrogant!" Seeing Lin Xian'er coming alone, the Soul-Eating Old Devil couldn't help but sneer, and raised his hand to slap him.
Black Evil Burning Heaven Palm!
The rolling black evil energy covered the sky and the sun. Lin Xianer raised her head and looked at the terrifying evil energy like black mist, but it was as if she saw the poisonous evil energy in the fairy and demon forest.
It was also one night, there was a fire in the night, and in the forest full of black mist and poisonous gas, there lay a little monk who was about to be roasted into a suckling pig...
That was a little monk who was a little hateful, a little hateful, a little cute, and a little lovable.
Now, he is no longer here.
clank clank clank...
The fairy sword buzzed violently, and Lin Xianer raised the sword and slashed it down, easily cutting away the rolling black evil energy and cutting off one of the arms of the Soul-Eating Old Demon.
"Ahhh! Why is it a treasure of the Immortal Family again!" The soul-eating old devil's face was full of pain and unwillingness. As far as he knew, most of the treasures such as fairy swords came from the legendary fairy world and were more precious than real fire.
For a while, he searched the entire human world but couldn't find a few swords. But today, he actually came across two fairy swords one behind the other!
"It's bad luck for me! Run away!" Knowing that he couldn't defeat him, the Soul-Eating Old Devil immediately wanted to escape. In a flash, seven or eight more afterimages appeared in his body, and he flew in different directions at the same time.
This move is his strongest means of escape, the method of changing his body and shape!
Lin Xian'er's expression was surprisingly calm and silent, as if her whole person was immersed in a huge grief. She raised her arm lightly, and drops of blood suddenly oozed from her slender fingertips. Then, she used the blood as a
The matchmaker, using heaven and earth as a medium, wrote a talisman in the night sky.
Under the talisman outlined by the blood and moonlight, the fleeing figure of the soul-eating old demon suddenly froze, as if bound by a huge force, and could no longer move a step. The shabby robe clung tightly to his body.
The tightening tightened, and the strip of cloth sank deeply into the flesh.
"It's the Binding Symbol!" The Soul-Eating Old Devil suddenly woke up and realized that his opponent was not only a great monk in the Kongming Realm, but also a Talisman Dao master.
Of course, it would be difficult for an ordinary monk in the first realm of Kongming to defeat him. But with the cultivation of Kongming realm and the assistance of talismans, the superposition of strength is enough to kill him easily.
"Haha! So what if you are powerful! But I still killed him!" Knowing that it was impossible for him to escape, the old soul-eating demon laughed loudly: "If you have the ability, go to the underworld to save him..."
Zheng...
A sword light as bright as the moonlight fell, the laughter of the soul-eating old devil stopped abruptly, and the head fell to the ground.
Lin Yue'er held the sword and silently walked towards the cliff. It was the cliff left after half of the mountain was shattered by the soul-eating old devil's palm. The smell of blood still seemed to remain on the cliff. The Mingyue Sword was still gently moving.
The buzzing trembled, as if it was telling a certain period of sorrow and sorrow in the distant past.
"Sister." Lin Yue'er walked slowly to Lin Xian'er's side, and suddenly looked back, only to find two lines of clear tears falling from Lin Xian'er's cheeks, "Sister, you are crying."
Lin Xian'er touched her cheek, feeling confused for a while.
Crying?
In the more than ten years since she left Kunlun, had she ever shed tears? Why should she shed tears now? She felt a little sad, and felt that Shen Lang's death was such a pity. But in the final analysis, she and that shameless boy had nothing to do with each other.
I've only met him two or three times, so how could I shed tears for him?
After pondering for a long time, Lin Xian'er still couldn't find a definite reason for her tears. She just thought to herself that maybe she really liked that little monk and sincerely regarded him as a disciple. Besides, he was the third monk.
You are tempted to take on a disciple, so you feel even more sad?
But what does the strange movement of the Moon Sword mean?
Lin Xian'er stared at the cliff, staring at the abyss under the cliff, and suddenly a very strange feeling arose in her heart... As if there was something important to her under the cliff, as if Shen Lang, that damn little bastard, was just fine.
's below.
"Please help me arrange for the other disciples to leave. I want to go down and have a look." Lin Xianer followed the very special feeling in her heart and jumped off the cliff with her last hope.
"Sister...sigh..." Lin Yue'er sighed leisurely and did not pursue her after all.