The wind soul and Xu Feiqiong were surprised and hurried to fly past, but they could see the knife splitting the spirit and setting the top of their heads.
The knife suddenly stopped.
Yao’s spirit Buddha looked at Ling Ning and turned out to be a face of indecision. This is the first time that he seriously went to see Ling Ning’s appearance. Although Ling Ning had been with him for many days, Yao’s spirit Buddha only noted that her identity as "Marshal Zhenwu" was not satisfactory to her and she was too lazy to glance at it.
And now he looked at the girl who stood in front of him in spite of panic and fear, but it turned out that her heart moved and she seemed to be buried in his heart, and a shadow strangely overlapped.
The wind soul and Xu Feiqiong stopped worrying about Yao’s spirit Buddha killing Ling Ning and Wang Miaoxiang, and the red line on the other side also woke up and struggled with the purple gauze sword.
They looked at the magnificent Buddha there and didn’t know what he was thinking.
The dazzling Buddha stared at Ling Ning and suddenly asked, "Who is your mother?"
Ling Ning was stunned by his question and trembled and replied, "My mother is, is … I don’t know!"
The dazzling Buddha’s mind moved but he thought, "My little sister has been dead for more than 10 thousand years. Although this girl is a fairy, she has just come into contact with the fairy Taoist school. At most, she is only a teenager, and her little sister has lost her soul. Maybe this girl looks just like her."
Thought of here, his eyes are cold and he will kill Ling Ning immediately.
However, although he hesitated such a wonderful thought, his murderous look oppressed Zhenyuan and gritted his teeth to finish the last point of the sword circle.
A roll of evil wind
Yao’s spirit Buddha immediately realized the danger, and then he walked on, like a phantom of the opera, with a flash of sword light. He gave a loud cry, and the bust was paved with disappearing blood, and Ling Ning and her colorful Luan were drenched fully.
Wang Miao wants to fall to the ground like a pale gold. After all, she is forced to give a sword dance by force. The power is not enough to cut the dazzling Buddha to half.
Yao’s Buddha flew into the sky, making a loud roar, the wind soul and the red line. When the opportunity appeared, a lightning method and a royal fairy sword all struck Yao’s Buddha, but Yao’s Buddha resisted the pain and went to Ling Ning and Wang Miao like Taishan.
Ling Ning is worried about Wang Miao’s safety, and he dare not take Cailuan to escape and bite his teeth. He will take a photo of the mirror of Yin and Yang and want to be the sun’s spirit to force this evil god to live.
Being too impatient, she shone the silvery white face on the dazzling Buddha.
Yin-yang mirror has always had two sides since it was cast into shape, and she always has a golden yellow front, whether it is according to heaven or by casting magic, while the silvery white side always radiates cold, but what is hidden in it, but she can’t get it white.
Something weird happened.
Blood spilled from the waist of the glorious Buddha inexplicably flowed up and swam quickly along the body and arms of Ling Ning to the mirror of Yin and Yang, but the mirror of Yin and Yang sucked the blood clean like a sponge and turned it into a thrilling blood red.
To make matters worse, it sucked up the blood of the glorious Buddha and became more and more pale.
At the same time, a mass of red light was emitted from the mirror of Yin and Yang, which set the spirit setting and Wang Miaoxiang’s head shining with the power of the Buddha, but it was a way to get out.
What happened to the wind soul? He hurried over and picked up Wang Miao. At the same time, he cried, "Ling Ning, throw away the mirror quickly."
However, Ling Ning’s hands were tightly glued to the mirror of Yin and Yang, and a little blood spilled from her skin and swam to the mirror of Yin and Yang, which was also crumbling due to excessive blood loss.
Fortunately, at this moment, the red line also flew hastily, and the purple gauze sword flashed at the center of the mirror of Yin and Yang, and the mirror of Yin and Yang just took off the spirit and set his hand straight to the dazzling Buddha.
The wind soul holds Wang Miao’s mind and wants to prey on the red line in the distance, and the sword light takes the spirit to coagulate. After several people decide, they will look back at Yao’s Buddha, only to see that the mirror of Yin and Yang happened to bump into Yao’s Buddha’s broken waist and suck his blood crazily.
"Awei!" Baby spoon lady flew from a distance and cried in horror.
Seeing how he could get rid of the mirror of Yin and Yang, the glorious Buddha looked frightened. He shouted at Mrs. Baby spoon, "Come and help me."
At this time, a girl jumped out of the dark and shouted "Don’t go over there" to Mrs. Baby Spoon.
This girl is naturally a small party. She’s too Xuanxian to hide in the dark and watch the wind, the soul, the spirit and others, but she didn’t expect the accident to happen again and again. Instead, she was in crisis.
The wind soul and the red line and others just know that Xiao Fang was surprised by Mrs. Baby Spoon’s daughter.
Mrs. Baby Spoon saw that the blood of the glorious Buddha was sucked more and more by the Yin-Yang mirror, and she flew over to help him get rid of the Yin-Yang mirror despite the small party’s shouting.
Who knows Yao’s spirit Buddha saw her fly, but it was a knife to cut Mrs. Baby spoon in two.
As soon as Mrs. Baby Spoon screamed and died on the spot, the glorious Buddha horse grabbed her half and went to the mirror of Yin and Yang. Seeing that this inexplicable mirror had been sucking blood, he wanted to sacrifice Mrs. Baby Spoon’s life to save himself.
The wind soul and others are all frightened when they see that Yao’s spirit Buddha is so cold, and Xiao Fang is even more stunned by crying.
Although Yao’s spirit Buddha wants to draw Yin and Yang mirror with Mrs. Baby spoon’s blood, she bleeds from Mrs. Baby spoon’s broken waist but falls to the ground. Even if she wipes the Yin and Yang mirror, the Yin and Yang mirror will not suck it.
I don’t know that it is actually a fascinating Buddha and a blood coagulation.
The glorious Buddha finally couldn’t hold on and fell heavily to the ground. He roared and struggled, but he couldn’t stop the blood loss from his body. His semi-disabled body was as pale as dead pork, and it was only then that he was separated from his body and slowly floated.
A beautiful and charming picture as moonlight, illuminated by a mirror of Yin and Yang, looks like an unpredictable dream.
What appears in the environment is a world that is very familiar to the wind soul, but absolutely unfamiliar to Xu Feiqiong and Hongxian, etc. High-rise buildings made of concrete and steel, billboards and traffic lights dotted with wide streets and busy people.
Xu Feiqiong and others doubt the wind soul in the heart is stunned.
This is a "modern" city more than a thousand years later, and there is no doubt that it is China.
He has a strong feeling that if he flies desperately, he may be able to return to the world before he crossed through this strange "door"
The dreamland lasted for a while and soon disappeared.
When the mirror of Yin and Yang "Mao" hits the ground, it becomes dim. Not only is there no more blood red, but even the original luster has lost. It looks like an ordinary bronze mirror.
No one knows what happened.
The wind soul looked at the glorious Buddha and saw that he was like a pale monster because of the loss of blood, but he was not dead yet. It was this evil god who was almost dead, even if he didn’t die. He fell to the ground and crawled with his hands desperately trying to escape, but he had no strength to escape how far.
Wang Miao thought of his arms and said weakly, "Let the spirit set him on fire."
The wind soul also knows that this evil god hates them very much at this time. In case they are really retaliated after he escapes, they look pale and Ling Ling Ning. Although some people have lost too much blood, Tao still calls Candle dragon out of the fire.
The glorious Buddha immediately became a burning man, and he roared and cursed, but his voice became weaker and weaker.
Too XuanXian dark sigh in the distance to know that everything is over, flying away with a coma and a small eagle, I can’t bear to take another look.
The wind soul heard faint waves of cheers in the distance, and knew that those demons who were alive and kicking also saw the end of the glorious Buddha’s demise. He turned to look at a few people around him and felt glad that everyone was safe except Xu Feiqiong’s brokeback Wang Miao’s weakness.
He looked at Xu Feiqiong and asked, "How’s your hand?"
"It’s nothing," Xu Feiqiong said faintly. "The wound has healed temporarily, but it’s just gone."
The wind soul looked around quickly and wanted to find her brokeback. There are countless elixirs in heaven. It is always possible to pick up the brokeback.
Xu Feiqiong saw him as soon as he saw that he was so worried that his heart was warm and low, and said, "Don’t look for it. It has been burned by the spirit. It happened to be burned by that guy when he was burned by the spirit."
The wind soul froze with a wry smile and thought, why didn’t you say so earlier?
He was about to speak when a woman’s voice came from a corner and haunted their ears. "Wonderful idea, Fei Qiong and Feng Gong, leave the demon spirit world quickly. Madam Ziguang’s horse will arrive soon."
The wind soul is feeling that this sound is familiar to Wang Miao and Xu Feiqiong, but it is already a face of surprise.
