The villain has a white moonlight

Lan Xizhi seemed to be in some pain, his eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed, as if trapped in a dark nightmare.

"Brother?!" Ji Wuxian called again in a low voice, clenching the scimitar in his hand.

"Do you want to save him?" A rough voice came from the void, grinding his eardrums like sand and stones in the arid desert.

Tang Min's face also poked out from behind the spider's web, and it was Zhang Yan's ghostly young face, covered with pale powder, vermilion at the end of his eyes, and red cinnabar between his brows, alluring and dazzling.

Both the face and the gray-brown hair were covered with translucent mucus. The whole head seemed to have just hatched from some kind of insect egg. There were several gray meat tubes on the neck connected to the part behind the spider web. The meat tubes seemed to be growing Something was being transmitted, accompanied by the sound of gurgling and wriggling.

Without hesitation, Ji Wuxian slashed at the tentacle that was binding her, blood splashed green, and the boy in red rolled down from the pile of monster wreckage, stood up quickly with a knife, and looked at the spider web again. Xizhi's face had disappeared, only Tang Qiong's strange head remained.

The boy's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and he was a little unsteady in his standing. Sure enough, the mucus had the effect of hallucinogenic paralysis.

"Young people always act impulsively. You have not recovered from the dissection of the pill, and you dare to come to me." Tang Min opened his eyes, with a pair of slender eyebrows and eyes, "It's also thanks to you, I don't need you." Then deal with that nasty bird."

As soon as the words fell, the group of ghosts in the corner were blown away, and a red-feathered divine bird appeared, scarred but undiminished. There was a sharp light in the golden standing pupils, and under the wings was a sleeping girl in purple.

It is Wang Huan's guardian spirit Suzaku. Like the young master, the divine bird has the same tenacious temperament. It is injured and still sticks to it, facing the new wave of demon attacks.

"Little Feather!" Ji Wuxian stepped forward, but was eroded by the venom, and his whole body was already powerless.

He gritted his teeth, in front of Tang Min, he was so weak that he couldn't bear a single blow.

The thick and long tentacles struck again, but it was in vain for him to raise the saber. The tentacles easily wrapped around his wrist, and Zangxin fell to the ground with a bang.

He has no power to fight back!hateful!

The boy was dragged in front of that face with his hands twisted backwards, a cool and slender tentacle snaked upwards along his ankles, circled around his calves, and he tried hard to keep his mind clear: "Let...let go. "

"I don't want to give up enjoying the seedlings sent to my door." Tang Min said with a strange smile, "You can serve me instead of that little girl. What I need now is a pure body, and it doesn't matter if it's male or female. "

The tentacles climbed to a higher place, Ji Wuxian's heart was churning, his scalp was numb, struggling to no avail, he kicked the tentacles with all his strength, and said through gnashing of teeth: "Tang Min, you will regret what you did today. .”

"Well, if you can stand it this time, I will allow you to kill me once." Tang Min laughed loudly.

However, halfway through his laugh, there was a huge roar, and the entire basement shook, and then there was another burst of explosions, and the entire ceiling collapsed, amidst the thick smoke, a tall figure appeared, walking against the light, like The gods come.

"Big brother!" Ji Wuxian shouted happily, his whole body and voice trembling.

Lan Xizhi pointed his sword at the ground, with a stern expression, strode up to the spider web, and stood face to face with Tang Min, his whole body was filled with a chill.

"Mr. Lan Zhang's murderous posture, if you can't find Lingdi again, is this small building going to be demolished?"

Ever since the young man stepped into the basement with a pure and holy spirit, all the ghosts in the room could not help but flinch, and those fleshy ghost babies were still wriggling and crawling towards the spider web, making shrill and ear-piercing cries.

"Let him go." Lan Xizhi's tone was indifferent, and he pointed at Tang Min with his slender knuckles holding the cold long sword.

"I want to see what you are capable of." Tang Min let out a low voice, and countless tentacles burst out.

Lan Xizhi held his sword to meet him, and quickly swept over the tentacles that attacked him. The tentacles that had been cut into several pieces fell to the ground amidst the mottled shadow of the sword, and the green juice splashed and splashed, but it didn't even touch his clothes.

The decomposed ghosts also screamed and howled like a black storm. The young man was not afraid at all, and the sword and flowers broke the demon atmosphere. The more fierce the ghost, the colder the killing sword.

Ji Wuxian was infected by the venom and was already dying, trying to raise his heavy eyelids, trying to see who was coming.

He had never seen Lan Xizhi like this, Lan Xizhi like a berserker.

Because in the heart of the big brother, I am a very important person.

A smile appeared on the boy's pale face, and he was annoyed that he had put his elder brother in danger.

Tang Min's complexion changed slightly, and the monsters that made up his body screamed mournfully. His monster body continued to collapse, and his tentacles grabbed Ji Wuxian's neck: "Lan Xizhi! Go one step further, and I will take his life."

Lan Xizhi's footsteps faltered, but the Flowing Sword came out of his hand and quickly stabbed at Tang Min's head. Countless white paper butterflies flew out from his sleeve, which instantly turned into red waves and swept towards the spider's web. All the tentacles gathered to protect the vitals.

Ji Wuxian heard the sound of a blunt instrument cutting flesh, a few strands of white spider silk fell down, and the tentacles wrapped around him were all cut off, the restraints around him loosened, and he fell into a warm embrace.

The boy tried his best to reach out and hugged his elder brother tightly.

The fragrance of the light herbal medicine diffused, and Lan Xizhi's hand stroked the boy's bangs gently and affectionately, and quickly fed him a pill.

The snow-white cobweb wall was broken by the Flowing Light Sword, revealing piles of corpses behind, and blood flowed all over the floor. The meat tubes from Tang Min's neck were entangled in the flesh, sucking greedily.

There is also a group of mortal children who are locked in a huge iron cage, with their eyes open in fear, they have long been scared out of their wits by this bloody purgatory.

Lan Xizhi's complexion changed slightly, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, "Such a sorcery shouldn't exist in the world."

Suzaku came to meet him, and Lan Xizhi carried Ji Wuxian onto the bird's back.

"Brother!" Ji Wuxian said eagerly, "Let's go together..."

Lan Xizhi gently rubbed the boy's messy curly hair: "The little wounded man is so brave, just wait for the big brother with peace of mind."

With a cry, Suzaku swept away a few skeleton monsters and left the basement with wings under the cover of Zhi Ling.

"Do you think that you can kill me by taking advantage of the opportunity of the monster's body splitting and weakening?" Tang Min laughed loudly: "Young people are awesome, so stupid and naive."

The whole space vibrated, the floor and the ceiling made rumbling sounds, Lan Xizhi frowned slightly, Tang Min actually turned the whole house into a part of his body!

Ji Wuxian, who had already seen the clear sky, sensed something was wrong, and looked back at the mansion, only to see that it was covered by countless twisted tentacles gushing out from the ground, like a mountain of carrion.

"Suzaku, you take Little Feather and go first!" The boy in red jumped off the bird's back after speaking, and ran to the front of the mansion.

"Brother!" Ji Wuxian called loudly, but there was no response in the house except for the carnival laughter of the ghosts and the grunting of tentacles.

"Hahahahaha, the little thing has courage and dares to stay." Tang Min leaned half of his body out of the strange bodies gathered by the monsters and ghosts. The torso in white clothes and robes was not human from the waist down, and a tentacles hung up in protest. A huge white cocoon: "It's a pity that your elder brother is about to turn into blood."

"What... what did you say?" The boy in red took a step back, his heart heaving sharply, and he looked at the cocoon in disbelief.

"It's just your fault for overestimating your capabilities." Tang Min's eyes were shining with excitement before he was bloodthirsty, "If you come here to seek death, I will help you all."

The colorful tentacles came like poisonous snakes, carrying a bloody wind, and Ji Wuxian closed his eyes, expressing his silence. When he opened his eyes, his golden eyes had turned into blood-colored pupils, and his curly black hair danced wildly in the wind.

When the ghost music was played, the young man's brain went blank, he was unable to think, and the consequences were not important, he was full of thoughts that his elder brother should be fine, and he must be fine.

As the wind and cloud surged, the entire sky darkened, and the resentful and murderous flute sound twisted and looped, like the finale of the despair of the undead, and all the surrounding vegetation withered.

The ghost baby spirit was tempted by the flute played by Mo Qing, and crazily turned against Tang Min. Tang Min was obviously caught off guard by this turn of events.

The curly score that Mo Ling gave Ji Wuxian is a song that can play high-level ghosts, and no outsider knows about it.

Tang Min, who was being bitten crazily, let out a painful howl, and the whole body of the monster was twisted, and his own flesh and blood were swallowed by the evil spirits that made up his torso, which was so weird and creepy.

The Tang family realized that the situation was wrong, and they came one after another. Seeing that his father was torn apart by evil spirits, the second son of the Tang family was in such a state of pain that he couldn't get out of it.

As a result, other people did not dare to act rashly. Tang Qiong looked at Ji Wuxian standing in the center of the storm. The young man surrounded by ghosts was safe and sound. The red clothes fluttered and the flute was pressed to his lips. His handsome face had a chill that did not match his age. cold.

Tang Qiong raised her hand to stop the third girl who wanted to ring the bell to drive away the ghosts, and shook her head with a smile: "Don't panic, third sister, he won't last long."

There was dark red blood flowing out from the corner of the young man's mouth, drawing a thin line of blood. It was obvious that his martial arts were not strong enough to attract so many ghosts, so aggressively, it was undoubtedly suicide.

Ji Wuxian stared at the white cocoon, tears glistened in his eyes, and the fingertips pressing on the purple bamboo flute turned white.

If elder brother is unwell, I will let your whole family be buried with him!

The heart was churning, the murderous aura burst out, and the group of ghosts became even more crazy. Even though Tang Min's cultivation was advanced, he was disintegrated and worn out before, and now he was invincible. Suddenly, his tentacles stretched out to his monks, and sacrificed their flesh and blood to the evil ghosts Block and kill for yourself.

At this moment, several streaks of silver light burst out from the thick cocoon woven by spider webs, disintegrating the white cocoon in an instant, and the white silk was scattered. , didn't even run away, just huddled in a circle and hid behind the young man.

"Brother!" Ji Wuxian took a step forward, but Lan Xizhi's deep look made him hesitate.

The eldest brother heard the sound of the flute.

My cultivation of the ghost way was discovered.

Ji Wuxian felt like falling into an ice cellar, the hand holding Moqing fell powerlessly.