The unlucky heavy sword was dozens of kilograms. Xuan Ji's hand was sucked on it, and his wrist was forced to roll it in one direction, twisting it into a very awkward position, and it was unable to exert force at all. The black flames rushed towards him, and the sword was stuck by several white bone claws. He was in a dilemma for a while.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Xuan Ji turned his back and admitted his mistake without saying a word: "Senior, I was obsessed with the wicked just now. I was a bastard, how about we both agree with the outside world first?"

Sheng Lingyuan was gentle, polite and easy to speak, and replied: "Good."

After "goodness", one of them continued to try to break the sword, and the other continued to pull people to take the lead. They had a highly consistent tacit understanding. They really were a pair of bad embryos who wished they had met too late.

The white bone claws came out of nowhere, and they didn't know what they were from. The blood and energy surged, and they were powerful characters at first glance. But these two people were thundering without blinking, and the other one was warding off evil spirits and had their own magical powers, so they would not take them too seriously. Unfortunately, no matter how powerful the combat power was, they could not resist the internal friction between them. The cold black flames greedily surged along the sword, and under the intentional transmission of Sheng Lingyuan, it quickly enveloped Xuan Ji's whole body. At this time, the black hole with the white bone claws stretched out strong gravity, and he sucked the goatee, Xuan Ji and Sheng Lingyuan trapped in the sword.

With a "click" sound, Xuan Ji only fell down the sports watch with his wristband broken.

Luo Cuicui was shocked by the whole process while watching the whole process from close range. From his perspective, Xuan Ji was even more willing to send it to the bone claws. He couldn't take it. He was so eager that he was like an old father who threw pork belly into the bowl of a weight loss child. He was finally caught as he wished!

What does "leading ahead" mean and "resoluteness" mean? Lao Luo felt that he had seen it today. He rolled and crawled up with a green ivy bud that swayed in the wind, grabbed Xuan Ji's watch, burst into tears, and choked up, "This must be a martyr, right? This must be a martyr!"

The "martyr" Xuan Ji and his blood mother's unethical sword were dragged into the darkness, and their feet were empty, and they began to fall straight down.

The goatee next to him had already rolled her eyes and turned her head back, and she was unconscious. The moment she fell down, Xuan Ji quickly grabbed the goatee's collar. At the same time, a pair of huge wings on his back broke out.

A dazzling fire leaped on his wings, cutting through the darkness.

Sheng Lingyuan was caught off guard and burned his eyes by the wings. His breathing - if there was still breathing - suddenly stopped, his eyes stuck to the gorgeous wings, and a sharp stinging pain in his mind, as if someone had chiseled through his celestial cover with a nail hammer.

At the same time, all the sounds of Sheng Lingyuan suddenly disappeared in Xuan Ji's ears. Before he could be happy, the heavy sword in his hand suddenly became hot, and a burning sensation came from his palm!

Xuan Ji is not afraid of fire. When he cooks by himself, he uses his hands to try the oil and the fire temperature. He has never tasted the "hot" taste when he grows up. He hasn't reacted to the burning pain for a while, and he thought that something had pierced his palm. Then, the sword seemed to suddenly change its mass, and its density was close to the neutron star, and it directly fell down - the hilt of the sword was still stuck to his hand!

The falling power was simply inconsistent. Xuan Ji was like a moth entangled by a spider web. It would be useless to flap his wings into an electric fan. He forced the sword to sink together.

He had no choice but to greet Sheng Lingyuan's ancestors in his heart while wrapping his huge wings around him.

"Boom", Xuan Ji was like a broom star with a fire tail, pounding heavily on the ground. His flexible wings bounced him up and rolled out more than ten meters in place. Xuan Ji only felt that the pair of shoulder blades on his back seemed to be about to be smashed, and he couldn't straighten his waist. The wings suddenly disappeared, and his upper body, sweater and coat, became a dark backless beggar outfit. The stars in front of him flew around, and he couldn't breathe. After a long time, he found that his hand had finally successfully got rid of the hilt of the sword. The sword and the big demon fell at his feet. The demon inside didn't know whether he was dead or fainting, silent and had no idea.

The goatee was motionless next to him. Xuan Ji quickly reached out to try his breath. Fortunately, he was angry. He then breathed a sigh of relief, moved his hands and feet, and checked if there was any broken area on his body.

When he moved, he heard a crisp sound coming from his feet.

Hum? What did you break?

Xuan Ji hesitated and whispered, and a small round flame popped out of his fingertips, and he looked down—

"Damn!"

He jumped up, and his wings that had just retracted spread out again, hanging his feet off the ground in the air.

The burning fire light on the wings illuminated the ground, and I saw that the space of this ghost place was unknown. Wherever the fire reached, the ground was covered with human bones. At a glance, the white bones overlapped each other, pressing layer by layer, and the realm was not seen. Skeletons of all sizes looked up at the sky. From Xuan Ji's perspective, they were like staring at their only living creatures together, and their black eye sockets were shining with cold light.

"Senior...hello? Hello, senior, are you still alive?" Xuan Ji got goose bumps and his throat was a little dry. When he stretched out his hand, the heavy sword floated up from the ground, and brought up a dozen reluctant bones.

He learned from his mistakes and became wise. He was afraid that Sheng Lingyuan would do anything wrong again, so he did not reach out to grab the hilt of the sword. He was ten centimeters away from the sword, letting it hang around him in a false way: "You say, this ghost place is too creepy...hehehe?"

The heavy sword had not moved for a long time. Just when Xuan Ji suspected that the signal in the ghost place was not good, he heard Sheng Lingyuan say, "Don't quarrel..."

His voice became farther away, as if it was separated by something.

Xuan Ji thought to himself: "Wait, I can't hear what he is thinking?"

Sheng Lingyuan had no response and confirmed his guess. The door built by Sheng Lingyuan was gone in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness of the two.

Sheng Lingyuan had no time to care about these things at this time. He was very cold. A warm fire fell on Xuan Ji's wings, making him even colder, like falling into an ice cave.

He couldn't remember everything related to this wing, but he just felt familiar for no reason... the wing actually made him frightened.

It's really strange. Will he be afraid of something, a fearless outlaw?

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't remember it. Under the gaze of bones all over the ground, his headache was about to explode. Many dusty memories couldn't wait to break out of the ground, and were crowded there regardless of the cause and effect, screaming, wailing, and shouting... Someone else roared sharply: "Where are you? You liar, where are you!"

The sound was heart-wrenching, and every word was like a thorn. It was twitching through his ears, as if he wanted to tear off the flesh and blood before he could be content.

At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out and tentatively held the hilt of the sword. The five fingers of the hand were slender. Although they were not as thin and thin as young people, they could not be as broad and not very reliable. However, the palms of the hand were dry and warm, filled with vitality and vitality. With a gentle grasp, Sheng Lingyuan was pulled back to reality.

The roar and scream suddenly went away, and Sheng Lingyuan's ears were clear. Hearing the little demon's voice: "Hey, our broken 'electrocardiogram' seems to be disconnected. Do you feel it?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "…Well."

real.

He listened with his ears, and he could not hear what Xuan Ji was thinking, but at the same time, the desire to drink blood came out with intention.

This made Sheng Lingyuan vaguely guess: "Be careful not to flow blood onto me."

Xuan Ji immediately reacted: "Do you think we were like this just now because of blood? What's the principle?"

Sheng Lingyuan didn't make a sound and looked at the sea of ​​corpses under his feet.

Xuan Ji may be a skilled worker in terms of two-faced and three-killing swords, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He suggested to Sheng Lingyuan with a big ambition: "Senior, look, although you cheated me, I also cheated you, so even if it's even, I'll forgive you."

Sheng Lingyuan mocked: "The Lord is really magnanimous."

"It's easy to say," Xuan Ji flew up a little, "Since the main contradiction is gone, we are in trouble now, and we don't know where this ghost place is... Let's re-establish diplomatic relations, what do you think?"

Sheng Lingyuan thought it was very good. Anyway, they had a tacit understanding of betrayal and would tear each other when they encountered something. No one had to feel sorry for each other, and they got along easily and happily.

"I know where this is." Sheng Lingyuan said, "holding his breath."

Xuan Ji: "Ah? For..."

"Shh, haven't heard it yet?"

Xuan Ji was excited, and as Sheng Lingyuan said, he held his breath and concentrated for a moment, he heard whispers - like a large auditorium that could accommodate thousands of people, a small group of people gathered together and buzzed and whispered something in a low voice.

At the same time, he found that the goatee he threw in the white bones was moving.

"Then my grandson seemed to stand up." Xuan Ji said to Sheng Lingyuan, but felt something was wrong and flew up a little.

The fire fell on the goatbeard's face. The goatbeard rolled his eyes, his head tilted to the side, and he was obviously dizzy. He looked like a puppet, and the goatbeard stepped stiffly and jumped around in place for a few times, making a naughty giggle like a child.

There was something moving in his loose coat. Xuan Ji stared at him in a stare. Seeing the goatee walking while dancing, his movements became bigger, and a small piece of white bone slid out of his cuffs. The white bone leaped on the ground unwillingly, and then crawled into his trouser legs again!

Under his clothes, the white bones were all manipulating his movements!

Xuan Ji: "What the hell is this..."

"This is Wu Renzuka." Sheng Lingyuan said softly.

I don’t know if it was Xuan Ji’s illusion, but he heard a little weakness from the devil’s voice.

"What? What is the Tsuka?"

"Witcher, have you never heard of it?" Sheng Lingyuan was silent for a while, and then whispered, "It turns out... after Qianqiu, no one remembers their names."

Xuan Ji frowned slightly. He saw the words "Dongchuan Witch Man Book" on the pile of tattered bamboo slips in his house, and found the records of "human demons" from it.

Dongchuan...Witch Man - So the Witch Man is not a sect, but a real race?

The ancestors of ethnic minorities?

Xuan Ji: "My history is not very good. The 'witch man' you mentioned is..."

Sheng Lingyuan said a word that Xuan Ji had never heard of.

Xuan Ji: "Hmm?"

"This is the word of a witch." Sheng Lingyuan said, "You learn to them."

Xuan Ji hesitated for a moment, recalling Sheng Lingyuan's tone, and learned the twisting "gurgle" sound from the white bones below.

Sheng Lingyuanqi said: "If you don't ask what it means, why did you suddenly believe me?"

Xuan Ji said shamelessly: "Oh, I am a simple person and don't like to think too much."

Sheng Lingyuan sneered after hearing these lies, and was too lazy to mock him.

After their brief "interestedness", they probably have more mutual understanding. In essence, they are all the same, and their perspectives on things are actually similar. Although they are not soft-hearted when they live to the death, when they have no interests, one can make people cry sweetly, and the other can make people laugh. They are both very good at building a harmonious and friendly atmosphere. Since they can no longer hear each other's hearts, they will lose their main conflicts and will not be so anxious to get rid of each other for a while. If Sheng Lingyuan wants to come out of the sword, he has to rely on Xuan Ji to find a way, unless he wants to be trapped in the sword and be played by the bones in this mass pit, otherwise there is no need to harm the master of the sword.

The white bones on the goatee's body "listened" to this not-so-standard witch, slowly turned to Xuan Ji, "looked" at him, and then walked forward staggeringly.

Sheng Lingyuan: "Come on."

Xuan Ji: "Where are you going?"

"Didn't you ask me where the human face butterfly comes from?" Sheng Lingyuan's voice sounded a little far away, "The source is here."

Xuan Ji's heart thumped, and he hurriedly followed. With the shaking goat beard flying for hundreds of meters, there were still bones everywhere under his feet, and there was no sign of ending. He couldn't help asking, "How many corpses are there?"

Sheng Lingyuan: "Forty-one, six hundred and thirty-six."

"...ah?" Xuan Ji smacked his tongue for a while, "No, the arms and legs are flying around, how do you know? Do you count your head?"
Chapter completed!