I was thrown away at the beginning, and I will build a grave for you after I come back to life.

When Lin Molin and his group were approaching the desert oasis village, they heard a mournful cry from the deer spirit.

"Oh no, something happened—"

When Lu Xuan heard the deer spirit's cry, his heart sank suddenly, and he hurriedly flew towards the deer spirit on his sword.

Lin Molin followed closely behind with a serious expression. He released the blood-sucking bee, climbed onto its back with nimble movements, and flew towards the village with everyone.

Outside the village, on the edge of the vast desert, Lu Ling was quietly guarding the spirit eagle lying on the ground, his face full of worry and anxiety.

"Brother Eagle, wake up, wake up..." Lu Ling looked helplessly at the wounded spirit eagle, and his cries of grief broke through the sky one after another.

"What's going on?"

Lu Xuan leaped down from the flying sword, his movements light and nimble. His face was filled with anxiety as he carefully lifted the spirit eagle's head and fed the healing spirit fluid into its mouth.

Lu Ling's eyes were filled with tears as she stood by, with crystal tears falling from her eyes.

At this moment, Lin Molin and the people from Sunset Sword Sect hurried over.

"Spirit Eagle——"

Sun Quan was filled with anxiety and ran over in a hurry. Looking at the spirit eagle covered in scars and blood, his face was filled with heartache and worry.

He reached out his hand tremblingly and gently stroked the eagle's feathers. The eagle weakly moved its wings, responding to Sun Quan's concern.

Lin Molin frowned with a serious expression. He looked towards the village, but no one came out. It was desolate like a deserted place.

Wu Yaqin and Wan Yan'er quickly bandaged Lingying's wound.

"The wounds are numerous and dense. What happened?"

Wu Yaqin checked Lingying's wounds, which were densely packed and looked shocking.

After drinking the healing elixir, Lingying regained his strength, stood up, and told Sun Quan the whole story.

It originally wanted to fly into the village to investigate the situation. When it was about to enter the village, it suddenly seemed to have hit something. Small wounds appeared on its body, and the spiritual power in its body was lost. It fell straight from the sky to the ground.

"This……"

Everyone was shocked and looked at the injured spirit eagle, feeling uneasy.

They looked up at the village, but saw nothing, only silence. If you ignore the strange silence of this village, it would be no different from an ordinary village.

The curls of smoke from the cooking stoves still seemed to be rising, and the houses were arranged in an orderly manner, but the deathly silence was chilling.

Lin Molin walked to the village entrance with a serious expression, slowly squatted down, and pulled a blade of grass from the ground, "Yan'er, borrow the wind."

Wan Yan'er nodded slightly, and a breeze came out from her palm, blowing gently over.

Lin Molin let the blade in his hand fly towards the village with the wind. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the blade of grass, their hearts in their throats.

Suddenly, when the blade approached the village, it was as if it had fallen on a sharp weapon, and it instantly split into two, two into four, and cut the grass leaves into pieces layer by layer.

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, the leaf was like a fragile piece of paper, being ruthlessly cut by an invisible force.

Lin Molin's pupils shrank slightly. This was a sight she had never seen before. She felt a little worried, and an inexplicable uneasiness spread in her heart.

What secrets are hidden in this seemingly ordinary village?

At this moment, a ragged boy of seven or eight years old ran out of a house at the entrance of the village with a look of fear on his face.

He shouted to Lin Molin at the village entrance: "Hurry up and leave, it's coming, it will be too late if you are late——"

The boy's voice echoed in the silent air, filled with anxiety and fear.

Lin Molin's heart trembled. She looked at the boy, wanting to ask more questions. However, the adults in the house ran out and grabbed the boy. Without stopping, the two turned around and ran back into the house.

"Let's go quickly."

Lin Molin hurriedly turned around and gave instructions to everyone, but it was too late.

An invisible force bound everyone and before they could react, it instantly pulled them into the sky.

The blood-sucking bee let out a painful wail, its body covered with scars, and blood dripped onto Lin Molin's face.

"Master, please leave quickly and don't worry about us——"

Everyone hurriedly asked Lin Molin to leave quickly, because even Lu Xuan, who was a Jindan, Zhang Guanrong and Sun Jian were trapped.

However, because the Jindan cultivators had strong bodies, there were no scars on their bodies, but deep marks were left on their hands and feet.

The trapped Bai Yu felt like he had grabbed something, and bit the air hard with his teeth, but he couldn't bite it open after a long time. The spiritual power in his body was disappearing rapidly due to the invisible force, as if it was absorbed by the silk thread that bound them.

Ponyo tightly protected Persia and Yongen under her, but she felt like she was about to be strangled to death!

The group of spirit crocodiles were restless in the spirit beast bag and were about to break free from the bag and run out, but were held down by the disciples of Sunset Sword Sect.

Lin Molin was anxious. She looked around but found no target to attack. She took the Star Bow in her hand and looked around vigilantly.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared out of thin air in the sky. Lin Molin looked closely and found that it was a huge spider demon with a hundred eyes.

"Oh my! How come there's still one fish that slipped through the net?"

Today is another day of harvest. The Hundred-Eyed Spider Demon was about to come out to collect the net, but he found a "fish" on the ground, pointing a bow and arrow at it with a vigilant look on his face.

"A spider demon that speaks?"

Lin Molin's heart tightened and he gripped the bow and arrow even tighter.

The Hundred-Eyed Spider Demon looked down at Lin Molin, his eyes full of mockery.

"You, an ant, think you can compete with me?" Its voice was cold and harsh, like a demon from hell, full of sarcasm.

"Quickly release my sect's disciples, otherwise, today it will be either you or me who will die."

Lin Molin's long hair danced in the wind, his white robe rustled in the wind, and his face was full of determination.

With a slight flick of his finger, the demon-killing arrow, carrying the force of lightning, shot fiercely towards the Hundred-Eyed Spider Demon. The arrow flashed with lightning, imbued with boundless power. Like a meteor, it streaked across the sky, bearing unstoppable momentum, heading straight for the Spider Demon.

Just as he was about to hit her, the spider demon suddenly vanished into thin air. Like a ghost, it vanished without a trace.

Lin Molin waved his hand, and the arrow he had shot instantly returned to her hand. She held the arrow tightly, her eyes filled with a hint of solemnity.

"Hahaha, little girl, do you think I'm afraid of you just because you have the Star Bow?!"

The spider demon's voice echoed from the void, but its direction could not be discerned. The voice was filled with mockery and disdain, mocking Lin Molin's presumptuousness.

Lin Molin's heart tightened. Does it know the Star Bow?