"Die!"

Fu Sheng was furious and attacked Wu Zhi with a carved knife, but Huang Tingyu, who was beside him, hit hard into the lake. Huang Tingyu showed half of his true appearance and bit Fu Sheng's arm. At the same time, a strand of natal flying sword penetrated Fu Sheng's chest, causing his injuries to be even more injured. Fu Sheng roared and showed his deer demon magic appearance, fighting with Huang Tingyu in the lake.

"Baizhi!"

Lin Zhao raised his hand and pointed the flying sword and fired to lead the way. He headed straight to Xu Changyou and said, "Help the Chief Wei hold Xu Changyou!"

"ah?!"

Wu Zhi was also slightly stunned. First of all, who is the Chief Wei? The female crown in the green skirt? Who is Xu Changyou? Is the Thirteenth-level monster with a giant ape?

No matter what, killing the monster!

She followed the flying sword and fired, raised her left hand and followed her like a bead of arrows.

The next moment, Xu Changyou roared, opened his hand with one hand, trying to hold the torch, but the moment he held the torch, he felt that the palm was extremely hot. This flying sword was not as simple as an ordinary flying sword. Xu Changyou had the ability to directly squeeze the flying sword of the ordinary fifth-level sword cultivator, but this one was not good. It had a strong true meaning of flames and had a little effect on himself, and even made him feel that this flying sword had a great connection with the demon king Man Yuan!

"ah!"

Xu Changyou hurriedly let go, and if he didn't let go, his palm would be pierced by fire. The next moment, Feng Zhi's ten demon soul swords fell down. She even held the flying sword Chengxin and slashed on Xu Changyou's forehead with a fierce sword. The lake water rose and countless flying swords fell down densely. Xu Changyou was naturally unwilling to be suppressed by a twelve-level sword cultivator. He swept across the huge fist and smashed Feng Zhi into the bottom of the lake. In the depths of the lake, Feng Zhi stepped out a sword-tracking restriction. Ten demon soul swords attacked again, leaving blood holes on Xu Changyou's body.

...

“…”

Wei Huarou frowned slightly, looking at Huang Tingyu and Feng Zhi's bloody battle back, she couldn't help but feel a little moved. There was indeed no coward under Lin Baiyi's command. Four people on this trip, and Su Qingjiu, who went to the East China Sea to chase Long Zheng, were all considered one, all of them were human bones! Thinking of this, Wei Huarou's sword was even more sharp, and the Nine Tails were suppressed again, and a trace of blood was already overflowing from the corner of her mouth.

"Wei Huarou!"

Jiu Tai shouted loudly, his expression was quite ferocious: "You and I are both in the fourteenth realm, do you really think you can kill me!?"

"You might as well give it a try."

Wei Huarou stepped on the Taoist true meaning. The moment she slashed out with a sword, thousands of sword intents in the world rushed towards Jiuwei. At the same time, Wei Huarou suddenly jumped forward and turned into a wisp of breeze. Just when Jiuwei was tired of dealing with the sword energy in the sky, Wei Huarou appeared in front of her, with her left index finger and middle finger together, and pressed against Jiuwei's eyebrows.

"you!"

Nine-tailed mind was shocked.

The next moment, Wei Huarou's Qi Realm seemed to have risen to a higher level. Huang Ting's mind method opened up, and his whole body was covered in golden yellow. His fingers were put together, and he was slowly pulling the nine-tailed soul out of his eyebrows. He was dragging her fingertips, and a golden fox jumped out of the nine-tailed eyebrows. In the battle of the top five realms, first kill the soul and then slash the body. This is the life-and-death game between the fourteen realms.

"Wei Huarou!"

Nine Tails roared with an extremely ferocious expression and sneered: "Since you want to destroy my avenue, then don't want your avenue!"

As she said that, Jiu Tai's body swayed, and a tail suddenly fell on Wei Huarou's chest, which immediately shook the Taoist sect for dozens of meters away. However, her fingertips still dragged Jiu Tai's soul, and a smile on the corner of her mouth. When the soul was restrained, Jiu Tai was destined to die. It doesn't matter if she was injured, it's not a loss.

"Do you think it's just that?"

Jiutails laughed hideously. The next moment, she raised her hand and pulled off one of her collarbones. This was a piece of stalk bone of a fourteenth realm monster. There were strands of golden words on it. Under the magical power of Jiutails, a line of words was engraved on the stalk bone in a blink of an eye. Just when Wei Huarou was stunned, Jiutails had already thrown the stalk bone, and the stalk bone rushed towards Wei Huarou like an arrow.

"ah?!"

Wei Huarou was shocked. It was not the power of the stalactites. It could be shattered with one sword. However, the words engraved on the stalactites were Wei Huarou's natal horoscope. The Nine Tails were so vicious that they wanted to seal a wisp of their mind in the picture of time retracing, and to draw out the nightmare in the depths of their hearts?

At this moment, Lin Zhao, not far away, ignited a divine speed talisman. The time around him stopped instantly. He flew and rushed over, crossed his arms in front of his chest to help Wei Huarou block this attack. If the player dies, he will be at most level 1. Lin Zhao can afford such a price, but Wei Huarou cannot. He cannot let the dignified Taoist sect die in front of him, let alone he has the golden armor and fairy clothes to protect his body. Whether he will die is still a different matter.

"ah?!"

Wei Huarou was shocked, and Jiuwei was also shocked. Neither of them expected that Lin Zhao, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, would have made a move at this time.

"Swish--"

A ray of light burst out from the stalactites, without the kind of scene that they smashed through and smashed their bodies as they imagined. On the contrary, Lin Zhao felt that everything was quite quiet. The next moment, with this stalactite, his soul slowly retreated and was dragged out of his body. He gently hit Wei Huarou behind him, and Wei Huarou was the same. A wisp of soul was knocked out of his body by the stalactites, and then the two fell into their respective nightmares together.

...

"ah!"

Wei Huarou's body fell sharply, and the next moment, his body fell into a deep mountain. It was night, and Wei Huarou turned into a woman in green under ten years old. She was carrying a heavy bamboo box behind her, and there were bamboo slips of saints such as Laozi and Zhuangzi. At this moment, all the memories of Wei Huarou's cultivation of the right result were erased, leaving only the memories before she was ten years old.

At this time, she was scolded by her parents not long ago, and her father's beating made her very sad. What happened to a woman? What happened to a woman to become an immortal? She didn't understand why her father and mother, whom she loved so much, opposed her seeking Taoism. Could it be that she came to this world in this life to get married and to take care of her husband and children?

She didn't want to be a person who had read the books of sages and had her own way to go.

Therefore, Wei Huarou packed her bags and ran away secretly from home alone. She came to the mountain and wanted to go up the mountain to visit immortals and find the legendary old immortals. If she could be taken as disciples and concentrate on seeking the Tao, then this life would be enough.

However, seeking the way is like climbing the sky. The mountain road is difficult. She, a weak woman, was already out of breath when she came here. Moreover, she was tired and hungry. Although her eyes were filled with tears, she still gritted her teeth and persevered. Even if her feet were covered with bubbles, even if her shoulders, which were carrying the bamboo box, had already been red, she would never regret it.

Her pretty face was full of tears, but she still held her hiking pole tightly and climbed the mountain step by step.

Not long after, the howling of wild beasts came from a distance. For a moment, her heart was chilling. She turned around and looked. Under the moonlight, a black shadow was following her, and it seemed that there were more and more. In a blink of an eye, the second and third ones appeared.

It's a pack of wolves.

Wei Huarou held back her crying. She didn't want to be buried in the wolf's belly, and she didn't want her own avenue to be cut off. She hurriedly stopped moving forward, took out the oil cloth from the bamboo box and wrapped it on the hiking pole, lit it with a fire skewer, and made a simple torch. But when she turned around, she found that a wolf was less than two meters away from her.

The little girl screamed in a shrill voice and tried hard to drive away the wolves with torches. Behind her, a few wolves were peeping at her on the mountain road. These wolves seemed to have been hungry for a long time, with mucus hanging on their fangs, and their eyes were staring at themselves, even if they saw the fire, they were not afraid to retreat.

She cried, turned around and rushed towards a big tree, then turned her back to the big tree, drove away the wolves with a torch, and then carefully gathered the dead branches nearby and raised a small bonfire. She leaned on the torch and leaned against the tree behind her, with tears on her face. Looking at the wolf pack not far away, Wei Huarou was full of grievances at this time.

If I die like this, will my father regret it? Will my mother regret it?

And she herself should also repent for her recklessness? Is it really so important to seek the truth?

For a moment, she slowly squatted under the tree, hugged her knees, and started to cry.

This day can be called the darkest moment of Wei Huarou's life, and it was the time when her mood was the most fragile. And the Nine Tails led her mind here, which was extremely vicious.

...

On the mountain road.

A young man sat there with his knees in his arms. It was Lin Zhao, but Kobayashi, who was seven years old. Under the Jiu Tai's time-retrospective technique, he returned to the age of seven, and his memory was also at the age of seven. At this moment, Lin Zhao hugged his knees, cold and hungry, and sat there alone. He still remembered that his mother was already sick and thin, and he wanted to find something to go back for her to eat.

An adult said that his mother was about to die. When Lin Zhao thought of this, he couldn't help but feel sad. He actually didn't know much about death at a young age, but he knew that if a person died, he would never come back. That's what his father said.

He held his knees and his body shivered.

At this moment, gray figures walked past Lin Zhao. He vaguely remembered that these people seemed to be the elders in the town, and now they were talking about it.

"Hey, isn't that Lin Zhao?"

"Yes, poor child, I heard that Sister Qin's illness has no cure. The doctor said that it will only take one or two months to do it. Oh, it's so pitiful to leave this child behind."

"What's so pitiful?"

A very sharp voice said: "Actually, I think it's all this child. How do you think Sister Qin died? Half died of illness and half starved to death. If it weren't for saving a bite of food for Lin Zhao, Sister Qin's body wouldn't have been unable to be able to do it all at once. Some people were born to repay kindness, while others were born to take revenge!"

...

The boy hugged his knees and pressed his entire face against his legs, trembling all over and burst into tears.
Chapter completed!