The villain has a white moonlight

The largest ghost car bird, or the leader, did not attack. It held a round mirror like a silver full moon in its mouth. It flapped its wings and floated steadily in the air. There was a human face on its forehead, which was inlaid with black down feathers like a mask. On the face, there is a little cinnabar between the eyebrows, which looks kind and kind, but it is a little weird because the corners of the mouth are raised into a frozen smile.

If the ghost car bird wants to transform into a human form, the most convenient way is to eat people and complement the form with the form. This body already has a human face, so it is easy to change form, and behind that face, there may be hundreds of human lives. Just more and less.

This is only a high-level monster. Waiting for Xianmen to spend all their families, it may not be able to take it down. If it can be taken down, it will be famous.

However, now, under the cloudy sky, the people of Xianmen are overwhelmed by the attack of a group of demon spirits.

The Lingyin Formation can only transport a dozen people at a time. Fu Mengsheng did not leave, and calmly led the crowd to escape. The two members of the Donggong family and several other sect masters guarded the periphery and opened up a safe passage.

However, after stepping onto the Lingyin Formation tremblingly, a few people suddenly made an attack, their eyes were vicious, and they all attacked Wang Huan with hidden weapons in their palms.

"metropolitan!"

The young man who was fighting the ghost car bird with all his strength didn't notice the change behind him. Although he avoided the hidden weapon in time, he got a solid slap on the back and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Wang Huan!" Dong Gongfu exclaimed and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Dong Gong Shenyue: "Don't mess yourself up."

"A despicable villain who stabs people in the back!" The disciple of the Wang family was anxious, worried and angry, but he couldn't get away because of the entanglement of monsters.

Two guarding sect masters stepped forward to take down those insidious villains. After making moves, they realized that they were not mediocre fish with low cultivation, but masters who were good at hiding their aura, and they fought endlessly.

The wave was not calm, but a string of crescent-shaped sharp weapons attacked the man in the Suzaku costume. Wang Huan didn't turn his head back, forcing the strange bird back and quickly swiped the sword, sweeping away the attack cleanly, and the sharp blade jingled and landed. The ground immediately turned into a breeze and disappeared.

Wang Huan turned sideways slightly, and said coldly: "You are a master, why not fight head-on?"

"Ah! Papa, I'm sorry, I slapped the wrong person!" A woman's clear voice sounded from behind the rock, and the strong scent of peach blossoms wafted from the thick bloody aura. To make up for it, I will avenge Sect Master Wang's assassination! "

As soon as the woman changed the subject, several wind blades flew out from behind the rocks, carrying a murderous aura different from just now, and those who occupied the Lingyin Formation and resisted the people in the immortal sect couldn't react in time, and their hearts were pierced in an instant, blood sprayed, stained Red grass and trees.

Everyone was surprised, but they had no time to distinguish friend from foe. They were just relieved that the situation did not get worse.

The woman walked out from behind the rocks, passed through the sea of ​​blood and dark demon spirits, walked up to Wang Huan, and smiled coquettishly: "Sect Master Wang, come to me, they will not attack you again."

Indeed, since she appeared, Guicheniao has turned a blind eye to her, and now she is no longer pestering Wang Huan, and turned to other targets.

Her answer was a merciless sword, her heart was pierced but no blood gushed out, the woman in pink still smiled like a flower, holding the sword edge and said leisurely: "Sect Master Wang, you really don't like girls like you. "

"You and Luo Yafeng are both dead." Wang Huan drew his sword and said coldly.

"So is Sect Master Wang confirming his conjecture?" Wu Siyue nodded and said relaxedly, "That's right, he and I are dead people."

"We have been dead for many years, but because of the dust mirror, we came back to life." The wound on her heart was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Sect Master Wang, do you also have unresolved obsessions with dead people?" Wu Siyue lowered her voice with a bewitching and charming smile.

Wang Huan stared coldly, and murderous aura filled the air: "What do you think I will do to deal with the undead?"

"Of course it's a very terrifying and iron-blooded method, I am," Wu Siyue said lightly, "It's a pity that I was resurrected from the dust-observing mirror. Are you sure that your method is useful?"

"Hmph." Wang Huan ignored it, held the sword and opened the bloody path again, the sword became more and more ruthless, the edge of the Suzaku sword was cold, and when it was retracted fiercely, another ghost car bird had its wings severed, and its body and wings were separated. It fell heavily to the ground, its huge wings still flapping desperately.

"Oh, what's with this inexplicable distress?" Wu Siyue murmured as she stood holding her fan.

At this time, she heard an inhuman howling, she followed the sound, let out a yo, and instantly felt like watching a movie.

The one that howled miserably was a huge ghost car bird, with human facial features faintly appearing on its forehead. It was a bird spirit that ate more than a hundred people and was about to transform into a human form. The crescent-shaped scimitar with butterfly peach pattern is cut into eight pieces.

When people on the ground ran to avoid the falling corpses and rain of blood, a red umbrella flew away and hung beside Fu Mengsheng.

When the wind suddenly picked up, the dense vegetation rustled in the forest on the cliff, and countless talisman papers fell from the sky, all of which were yellow talisman cut into palm-sized paper figurines with strange patterns of cinnabar. Surrounded by a circle, the scarlet light flourished, and the range of the Lingyin Formation doubled immediately.

"Everyone, hurry to the Lingyin formation!" Fu Mengsheng's expression was gentle and calm, and his voice trembled slightly, but it was not because of fear.

The number of people that can be transmitted by the spirit hidden formation has doubled, and everyone is naturally overjoyed. Even the weak-minded and desperate people who are waiting for death rekindled their confidence and rushed to the spirit hidden formation.

The leader of the demon spirit, who had not moved all this time, seemed to be completely enraged. His companion died in agony from attacking the Taoist in white, and the food was doubled because of him. With the scream of the leader, he bit and devoured the living The people's ghost cars and birds shook off the broken arm and rotten leg one after another, screaming and rushing towards Fu Mengsheng.

Fu Mengsheng stood in the sea of ​​blood, without moving a single step, his handsome face remained unchanged, he raised his hand to gently hold the handle of the purple bamboo umbrella, the dust in his arms fluttered in the wind, making it spotless.

The bird spirits swept away like a black storm, everyone exclaimed, even those who fled the scene couldn't help but stop and watch, full of worry.

But there was a red figure rushing out, blocking Fu Mengsheng's body, forcing the bird spirit back with a horizontal saber, and then raised his hand, the saber technique was beautiful and beautiful, and he cut off decisively.

The young man in red has a handsome face, with long black curly hair tied up by a silver crown, hanging down like thick seaweed, and a strand of conspicuous white hair swaying in the wind. His appearance looks young, but his hands are sharp, his eyes are leering and his face is full of sarcasm. Slaying demons with swords without hesitation, the blood of the demons flew like splashed ink, and the young man seemed to use the knife as a brush to draw a strange, bloody and exciting poignant and beautiful killing scroll under the hazy sky.

"Lan Er..." Dong Gongfu looked at the person wielding the knife and muttered, Dong Gong Shenyue beside her patted her shoulder lightly.

Not long after, there were monster corpses piled up around the swordsman like a hill. Blood was everywhere, the grass and trees were all red, and the ghost cars and birds were retreating steadily.

When the scimitar pierced the sky, the decline was finally reversed. The attacking ghost car bird was killed and injured. Come, cooperate perfectly with the swordsman in red, and the leader of the ghost car bird with a mirror is blocked.

Seeing this, Wu Siyue smiled slightly, raised her fan-holding hand to the top of her head, and swiped it again. Several wind blades attacked Fu Mengsheng, but was blocked by the young man in red, and the wind blades scattered all over the ground. Scattered with a breeze.

"Your eyes can really kill," Wu Siyue closed his fan and said with a smile, "I don't mean to be malicious, but the master told me to use the wind blade to say hello to Taoist Fu Mengsheng, and I just said hello, go back Cross."

"If there is any malice," the young man in red wrote lightly, "you are already dead and dead."

"Oh?" Wu Siyue's folding fan lightly tapped on the palm of his hand: "It's true that you have cultivated the ghost way to the extreme, but with Wu Moqing in hand, can you really kill me?"

"You need to experience it yourself, do you have several ways to die?"

"Ah, no need, no need, I will shut down the microphone." Wu Siyue said with a strong desire to survive.

"Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack, Feng Shi, in his eyes, we inhumans are all lowly tools of ants. You should kneel down and beg for mercy."

Wu Siyue shook her fan, smiled without saying a word.

Seeing that Wu Siyue didn't answer, the leader of Guicheniao grinned again: "Guishou Yinming is really an extraordinary man. Back in the Shura Dao, Mo Ling died to save you. Now you slaughtered all her people, it's nothing. Don't be soft."

"You can escape." The red-clothed swordsman said calmly.

"Heh, the pawns don't have the right to choose. Escaping is just going to a more miserable death." On the face on the ghost car bird's forehead, the corner of the mouth was still smiling.

Hearing this, all the people who were still rejoicing about having a savior before backed up a few steps at the same time.

"It... who does it say he is?"

"Yin, the head of the ghost ghost?!"

Another person hesitated, "If he is Ji Wuxian, why doesn't he use the ghost flute?"

"Don't forget, before he became the ghost leader, he was a top swordsman!"

"Red dress butterfly scimitar, silver ornaments, handsome face... oh no evil face, bah bah bah, the person with the face like a ghost, it is he is he! He is not dead!"

"It's really a disaster for thousands of years! We can't let him escape this time!"

"But he just saved us..."

"Save us? It's a joke, he didn't look at us as soon as he appeared."

"That's right, that's right, he clearly came from Daoist Changfu Mengsheng."

"That's right, it's clearly plotting against Daoist Fu Mengsheng. I don't know what kind of plan that devil is planning."

"We lost a lot of righteous power just now, I'm afraid we won't be able to take him down."

"There are Sect Master Wang and the two from the Donggong family, and there are so many fairy sects present, so it should be no problem to fight."

Discussions arose everywhere, and among those in the vortex of discussions, except for Donggong Furong who closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to suppress her emotions, the others remained unmoved.

"Sorry, I'm late." Putting the knife back into its sheath, the young man in red turned to face Fu Mengsheng, lowering his eyes and whispering.

The weather in the mountains is always unpredictable, the spell has been withdrawn, the heavy clouds have not dispersed, it has started to rain, and it is bitingly cold.

"My friend never promised anything, so where does the apology come from?" In the bleak autumn wind, amidst the red leaves flying, the Taoist in white leaned forward holding the umbrella to block the flying rain for the young man in red, with a clear smile: "Can you be safe? Returning, Daozi... very happy."