The huge spider demon did not rush forward.

It slowly chews the head of the practitioner in the Heavenly Palace until it chews it into dregs, and finally swallows the lower abdomen.

Eight dark pupils staring at Ning Yi.

In front of the collapsed Buddha Temple, smoke and dust scattered everywhere.

Ning Yi felt that the gentle pulling force from Pei Fan behind him was slightly heavier.

Ning Yi did not look back, he still held the Sanqing Bell.

The boy looked up stubbornly without fear.

At this moment, even if the most terrifying monster in Xiling stands in front of him, he will never take a step back.

The breeze blows.

In the wilderness of Qingbai City late at night, dust and smoke were everywhere, lingering around the boys. In the bushes, on the small desert mountains, it seemed that their eyes were lit up.

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes, and he felt that the bell in his hand was not blown by the wind.

Because someone held his hand.

The man stood behind Ning Yi, raised one hand and gently held the young man's raised wrist.

He is very tall.

The shadow of the huge spider demon covered Ning Yi's entire head under the pale moonlight.

But the man behind Ning Yi was one head higher or several heads higher than that shadow. At this moment, he was calmly watching the so-called eighth-level monster that made many forces wander and dared not take the lead.

At that moment, Ning Yi turned around in confusion.

He saw the man's cheek.

The sword eyebrows enter the temples, and the phoenix eyes show power.

However, the years left traces of destruction on that face. The originally handsome and handsome face, because of the tearing scars that span a finger on the bridge of his nose, Ning Yi felt a little regretful.

Ning Yi didn't know when this man had been standing behind him, to be precise, in front of Pei Fan.

Apart from a distance of only ten feet, the huge spider shadow bounced lightly on the spot. After pedaling for two times, it rushed out with a whoosh.

Ning Yi closed his eyes, but heard a tearing sound. The coolness exploded. The strong wind blew on his face. His shoulders shrank slightly. The hand holding the wind chime could not move. The hand holding the Ye Zigu flute was also suppressed, and time seemed to be stagnant.

After a little pass.

Ning Yi slowly opened his eyes, and there was a rising cold mist in front of him, without the scarlet demon blood. When he turned around, his lips were scattered and his mouth was dry. He saw the body of the snow demon cut by the sword energy. His abdomen was cut and cut, and after it was cut and cut, the spider spears slid together, dragging out the snow-white mist and bursting out the gradually weak Mars.

What made Ning Yi's pupils shrink was the man behind him who was hiding in the mist, a little sickly and pale face, and a dull star appeared and slowly disappeared.

The man puts his sword into the sheath.

He raised his head, and although his lips were covered with snow, he shouted: "Shushan, Xu Zang!"

The four words are straightforward and clear, and they fall like thunder.

Ning Yi was shocked.

Pei Fan raised his head in disbelief.

Ning Yi asked Pei Fan about the heavy snow in Xiling ten years ago.

"What's the full name of that person with the surname Xu?"

"The single name is a hidden word. Sometimes it is the hidden sword, and sometimes it is the hidden treasure."

At this time, when you want to kill someone, it is the hidden sword.

......

......

The bushes in all directions, dead trees, barren mountains, the eyes, and the gradually lit fires only lit up when the name Xu Zang landed.

Ning Yi only realized at this time that it was not just the Heavenly Palace and Dao Sect who found it.

The Confucian scholars who stood on the barren mountain and only lit the lanterns at this moment; the young monks who squatted in the bushes and kept silent; the man in black standing on the branches of dead trees overlooking the Bodhisattva Temple...

One round after another, standing silently and solemnly in the darkness, a certain desire in their eyes was hidden but not released, but it was beating even more powerful than the flames.

Ning Yi's shoulder was pinched.

In the cold air, the man's voice should not be heard clearly by outsiders.

"I know you know what the name Xu Zang means... but unfortunately, I'm not your life-saving straw, at least not for now."

Ning Yi quickly calmed down.

The Confucian scholar standing on the top of the mountain carrying a lantern, looked indifferently at the two young girls at the bottom of the mountain. Their cold eyes slowly surged with murderous aura, and their sleeves were shaking.

Xu Zang's voice came again.

"The person carrying lanterns... came out of Zhongzhou of the Great Sui Dynasty. Three of the four academies were dispatched, Bai Lu, Songyang, and Yuelu. These people chased me for forty-seven days."

The monk squatting in the bushes was also silent and carrying a solemn and slaughtered white robes, with dust, weeds and star chips along the way.

"Squatting there without saying anything, gritting teeth, as if he was constipated for three days and three nights, his face was full of aggrieved. He was from Dongtu Lingshan, who chased me for sixty days."

"I won't mention those in the underworld. They have been thinking about killing me since I was famous. It's been ten years now."

Ning Yi was a little confused.

He stammered, "Where did you get such an enemy?"

"I'm Xu Zang." When the man said this, his tone was quite proud: "They chased me all the way, of course, to admire my peerless style..."

Pause slightly.

"Then avenge the seniors of the sect who died under my sword."

Ning Yi rolled his eyes and whispered: "You are so awesome, you drew your sword and destroyed them all."

Xu Zang smiled and said calmly: "Of course you can kill them. I just killed the Eighth Realm monster and used only one sword. The most powerful among them is the Eighth Realm."

In the smoke and dust, Ning Yi felt that the man's force was pressing on his shoulders heavier and heavier. After several breaths slowly, the man behind him struggled to lean half of his body against his shoulders by pressing his palms on his shoulders.

At this moment, Xu Zang still smiled.

He smiled and said, "Count it, how many of them are, I want to kill them all."

Ning Yi started to count one, two, three, four, five, six, seven seriously...

He had no doubt that Xu Zang could kill them all.

Xu Zang said helplessly: "But I only have one sword left."

Ning Yi widened his eyes and turned around: "You only have one sword?"

Xu Zang said with a smile: "And one sword has been used on the spider demon."

Ning Yi forced the dirty words back to his stomach.

His face was a little pale. At this time, the panic feeling that had been before came back.

Ning Yi would feel that the man who pressed half of his body weight on his shoulder was shaking, almost to the point where he was exhausted.

"The good news is that they don't know."

Xu Zang smiled and said, "Don't worry... they just doubt that when I appeared behind you, they dared not take action."

Ning Yi noticed that Xu Zang was trembling all over, but he was holding the hand holding the bell, which was extremely stable.

"It's a coincidence that I'm holding the Sanqing Bell of the Dao Sect now. Unfortunately, someone from the Dao Sect has a very good relationship with me. They want to kill me, but if that person comes, they can't kill me."

Xu Zang whispered: "Young man in desperate situation, I have to say that you are very lucky. If you hadn't been me today, you would have died long ago. Neither the Heavenly Palace, the Dao Sect, or the practitioners standing there, they are not good people. But the Sui Yangzhu, the Sanqing Ling on your body, and... "

He frowned, glanced at the Ye Zigu flute that Ning Yi had pinched in his hand, and said, "And that strange flute, they are all good things."

"A man is innocent and has a guilty guilt. These things... have attracted the attention of those practitioners, enough for you to die ten times."

Xu Zang smiled and said, "Now I'm here, it's different."

Ning Yi was excited and said, "Senior, can we survive?"

Xu Zang said seriously: "No, you are very lucky to be buried with me in this...a wilderness where birds do not shit. When the nephew of Shushan avenges me, he should erect a monument for you. By the way, what are your name?"

The boy's expression was complicated.

"Ning Yi."

"Good name." The man turned around and asked with a smile: "Girl, where are you?"

The man standing among the smoke and dust froze his whole body when he turned around.

He looked at the smoke and dust flying, and behind him, a girl with a pretty face crying in her eyes.

The smoke and dust scattered everywhere.

The face was covered with scratched blood. The girl gritted her teeth and supported her hands, pressing against the withered skirt. The two slender calves under the skirt were trembling, and her whole body was shaking.

The carved token was held in her hand and made a crackling sound.

The long order of Luojia Mountain.
To be continued...