The villain has a white moonlight

The Immortal Sect members on the bank did not dare to take it lightly, and kept the onlookers in a safe zone, pretending to be calm on the surface, but they were all anxious in their hearts.

This group of monsters is extremely ferocious, and the leader is even more difficult to deal with. If there is a real battle, they will have no power to fight back.

Only the eldest son of the Gusu Lan family can rely on him, but he has been fighting the evil dragon for a long time, does he still have the energy to take care of the situation on the shore?

Lan Xian, the second son of Lan, can face the giant ghost car bird without changing his face, and seems to be still talking to it?

Those bird spirits seemed to be able to see through people's hearts through their expressions, and the strange laughter couldn't be concentrated, making the scene even more fearful and restless.

"Tell your subordinates to restrain themselves, it's too noisy." The young man in red frowned and said impatiently, "If you want to kill each other, just come."

"Oh, between you and me, is there a basis for killing each other?" Mo Ling said with a smile like a flower.

But there was a flash of the knife, and everyone exclaimed, among the scattered black feathers, there were bloodstains on the smooth and white face of the leader of the ghost car bird. The bird spirits behind her became agitated, and Mo Ling flapped her wings contemptuously, and the flock of black birds around her fell silent for an instant, retracted their wings and stopped in mid-air, not daring to act rashly.

"It's useless to talk too much, pay attention!" The young man held a gorgeous scimitar in his hand, facing the vertical blade. The butterfly silver ornaments on the handle and the sharp blade all shone with cold light, reflecting a pair of narrow and sharp eyes.

"Little Curly, don't be so hostile to me!" Mo Ling laughed out loud, "I'm here to inform you."

Lan Xian was stunned for a moment, but the hand holding the knife still did not relax: "What do you mean?"

"Literally," Mo Ling giggled again, "Chaoge Tang, they have been secretly attacking Zixiao Academy for the past two years."

"I knew this a long time ago. The Tang family wanted to use the Zixiao Academy to show off their power, but unfortunately they have been slapped in the face several times." A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Lan Xian's mouth.

What impressed him deeply was the blood lock soul bell incident that his eldest brother and he participated in, and the fact that the extremely difficult barrier that could distort space was broken by the palace lord, and the students' trips to and from school finally returned to normal.

"That was before, Tang Min's manipulation of the dust mirror is now proficient, and he can't wait to take action against all the immortal sects." Mo Ling's smile became wider: "This lake dragon, and our group of night stars, all monsters and ghosts Being called out to serve him, I am afraid that the world of cultivation will be dark."

"Stop alarmist talk here!"

"You clearly believe it," Mo Ling said with a smile, "I don't care about other people's life or death, so I just want to remind you that you are extremely talented, and you have practiced the way of ghosts. If you want to devour the tonic, either give up now and abolish your cultivation to save your life, or let yourself become stronger as soon as possible."

"Give up? Are you joking?"

"Very good, then become stronger." Mo Ling stretched out his claws with an approving smile on his young face, and handed out a roll of bamboo slips: "When you can use that flute to beat all ghosts, you will be under Tang Min's hands." There is a chance of survival."

"Tang Min, are you strong?" The young man glanced at the bird spirit lightly, but did not pick up the bamboo slip.

"You don't know anything about real power." Mo Ling threw the bamboo slips onto the boat, shook his head and sighed.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"You forgot His Royal Highness, the little black bird he raised, and everything in Yuyi Kingdom, but I remember you, you are my friend." Mo Ling leaned slightly and spread his wings, as if to go Hug the boy in red: "At that time, your eyes were as beautiful as obsidian."

But the opponent took two steps back and blocked him with a horizontal knife in front of him: "Sorry, I don't like being touched by people or demons like this."

"Monsters are good at deceiving people, but unfortunately, it doesn't work with me." The young man said coldly, he was born with golden eyes, his friends are all in Zixiao Academy, he has the best elder brother in the world, and the elder brother is still there In the underwater battle with the evil dragon, he must be more awake than ever, and not give any monsters an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Then why do you want to save me?" The smile on Mo Ling's face disappeared, and the light in his blood-colored pupils dimmed: "I woke up from a deep sleep, and I recognized you at the first sight."

"Hey, don't be sentimental. I killed that snake demon to win the silence, and I broke the seal for the music score, not to save you." The boy said very simply.

Back then he took the snake demon's lair only for the ghost flute and the music score, but after breaking the seal, he found that there was a dying little black bird with the music score. He thought it was an ordinary spiritual bird, so he crossed After giving it some cultivation, pets were banned in Zixiao Academy, so he took the little bird and found a forest to release it. Unexpectedly, the bird recovered its breath and returned to its original shape, and it turned out to be a huge ghost car bird , followed him to identify relatives and kept telling stories about Yuyi Kingdom, which made him very headache, and he finally got rid of it. See you now, she can actually lead a group of ghost cars and birds, and it is really not to be underestimated.

"You came here today for this purpose only?" The young man in red leaned over, picked up the bamboo slip, and shook it at Mo Ling.

However, seeing the other party's eyes flickering, he let out a shrill yelp, and his sharp claws suddenly grabbed his heart. Before he had time to think, he swung the knife subconsciously and slashed.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Mo Ling was injured and fled in a panic with the group of ghost cars and birds.

The onlookers erupted in an overwhelming cheer.

Holding the bamboo slip, the young man stared blankly at the dark cloud roaring away, and understood the other party's intention.

"Hmph, it's unnecessary." Lan Xian put the knife back into its sheath, turned around and walked to the side of the boat. There was no movement under the water, and the time passed by. He hooked his little finger.

"The bright moon is too breathy, and the Ziwei star is bright." The young man recited the mantra, and a red line stretched from his fingertips to the lake water.

He called softly in his heart: "Brother."

"Axian, I'm about to contact you."

"Where are you, I'll go find you right away." I'm worried about you.

"Stay on the boat and don't leave," said the other side after a moment of silence, "I'm in the belly of... the monster."

The young man got up humbly: "Brother?!" Anxiety struck his heart, a chill shot up in his body, and he became dizzy.

Lan Xian took a deep breath, barely calmed down and said, "Brother, did you do it on purpose? Do you want to break it from the inside?"

"Well, my A-Xian is really smart." Lan Xizhi said with a smile and a reassuring tone: "In half a quarter of an hour, I will force the monster out of the lake."

"I'll send another batch of paper spirits to help you." The protective barrier of the water-repelling beads can keep out the pollution, but the air in the dragon's belly is limited, so he is inevitably worried about Lan Xizhi's current situation, so he has to force the monsters to come up as soon as possible.

"No, I need you," Lan Xizhi took a breath, and said gently, "Stay on the boat, use your heart to work with me to break open the dragon's belly."

"Okay." The boy in red nodded obediently.

There was no sound over there, and the red line on the fingertips became invisible again. Lan Xian drew out the knife, her golden eyes were as quiet and sharp as a leopard waiting for its prey to show up.

As soon as the time came, the waves rolled in overwhelmingly, and the boat that the young man was on was instantly creaked, engulfed by the waves one after another, swaying here and there, the figure of the dragon monster under the lake water looked like a Bumping back and forth like headless chickens, breaking several underwater pinnacles, they were finally forced out of the water.

The huge waves overturned the boat that the young man was standing on. The young man reacted quickly and jumped onto the bottom of the ship upside down on the water like a kite, waiting for the opportunity.

The white paper bird that followed like a shadow was already crimson all over, it was stained by the blood of the flood dragon, and a large piece of the scales on the abdomen of the dragon monster was pecked off by staring at it.

The Jiao monster was driven mad by the pain, and he was no longer calm. There was anger and pain in his standing pupils, and he rushed towards the person who brought it this catastrophe.

"A Xian."

"Brother!" With a slight tremor of the red line at her fingertips, Lan Xian jumped up, riding the waves, and the scimitar drew a bright brilliance under the heavy clouds and darkness, stabbing hard into the dragon's belly, and the dragon's belly The flowing light long sword hit bright sparks, and then the tacit understanding of the sword was drawn together, and then the dragon monster was gutted, and then the backhand knife, the waves set off turned the boat back, and fell back on the boat as light as a swallow.

The dragon monster let out its last roar before its death, its giant tail shattered the surface of the lake, snow-white waves splashed, and a shower of blood fell between the sky and the earth.

Lan Xian stood with the sword in hand, watching the long and tall figure jump out with the sword in hand, riding the waves from the mist in the sky, and took two steps forward with a smile: "Brother, are you all right?"

"No problem," Lan Xizhi nodded, spreading his palms, "Look."

A crimson flowing orb is impressively in sight.

"I got the inner alchemy! Thank you, big brother!" Lan Xian smiled happily.

"Thank you, too, Axian." Lan Xizhi also smiled.

The crisis of the spectators on the shore had been lifted by Lan Xian, and seeing him bravely fight against the evil dragon this time, it was even more heart-pounding. OK, that's good.

The evil dragons fell, the clouds cleared and the fog dispersed, the haze was swept away, and the breeze was gentle. It turned out that it was the evening sun, the afterglow sprinkled gold, and the colorful clouds bloomed.

The aftermath should be handled by the local immortals who were present. The two sons and daughters of the Lan family sailed to the shore. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Ji Wuxian stood silently, watching the two familiar figures passing through the crowd, Lan Xizhi's whole body Flowing with a gentle and jade-like breath, the young man in red followed his elder brother, striding forward with pride on his face, full of vigor and vitality.

Ji Wuxian's gaze stayed on the young man in white with a lotus crown, the golden sunlight fell on that beautiful face, with eyebrows slightly at the temples, Lan Xizhi's whole body was glowing with warmth and cleanliness.

The two walked in front of him, only then did Ji Wuxian realize that he was fascinated, but blocked their way, and was about to step aside, but Lan Xizhi let out a low "Huh", and quickly stepped forward before stopping .

"Axian, I know you are in front of me."

The young man in red behind him raised his head suspiciously.

Ji Wuxian stared at the person in front of him in a daze, his breath was stagnant, and he could no longer move his feet.

"Axian, why don't you speak?" Lan Xizhi's hand fell gently as if stroking a lover's face.