“Three lambs, one collective.

They are back to back, guarding against external threats.

The same source, go to different directions.

One of them, um, was separated from the flock. Danger changed it.

The wolf, put on its skin, attached its bones, and took away the smallest lamb.

The lamb walking ahead enjoys the joyful steps, enjoys the harmony in the collective and gives merits to himself.

How successful is it to protect the collective and perform duties.

The family should be neatly arranged.”

The strange nursery rhymes echoed in the corridors.

Xian Qing, who was walking in front of him, frowned slightly, trying to find the source of the sound. But the sound seemed to come from all directions and came from the depths of the wall, as if a house was singing.

Suddenly realizing something, he turned around and his sword was unsheathed.

"Did you hear any sound?"

The voice suddenly stopped. Behind him, Ying Meng looked at him with a smile, deliberately and carefully moved her fingertips away from the end of the sword that stopped between her eyebrows. "What sound?"

Xian Qing frowned slightly with her delicate and beautiful eyebrows, and added a little force on her hands.

His soul seal told him that the person in front of him was a dream dream. Her reaction was normal, but it gave people a sense of deliberation that was too normal.

Yingmeng felt a tingling pain from her fingertips, and glared at him fiercely. After being glared back, she immediately became timid and looked like she suddenly realized. "Are you a nursery rhyme? I sang it."

The darkness in Xian Qing's eyes, but the light pink cherry lips raised a curve, and put away the sword as if nothing had happened.

The two of them tried each other, but did not notice that there was another smell in the air and there was a tendency to gradually worsen.

Suddenly, Ying Meng pressed Xian Qing's wrist with one hand and pushed into the corridor on the side, and Xian Qing's sword also hit her neck.

Ying Meng chuckled lightly. "You want to me."

Xian Qing bent against Ying Meng, Yanran's slender lips, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were filled with a sunny breath. "I never attacked the little guy."

Such a smile, with light, dazzling and warmth, attracts people who have been in the dark for a long time.

She had seen this smile there. Ying Meng was slightly stunned, and a wave flowed through her eyes, but it quickly became calm.

Yingmeng pursed the corner of her lower lip and covered her eyes. When she raised her eyes, she smiled like an exquisite doll. There was a lively light in her eyes, but it was inexplicably not vivid.

Ying Meng let go of him and retreated to the other side to show that he was harmless. Then he pointed to the corridor just now and signaled that Xian Qing was quiet.

The corridor just now was empty and silent. The white light of the night pearl was inexplicably dyed with a dark red light. The color at the end of the corridor became strangely darker. Something was surging, as if there was a dark shadow flowing.

Then the hard wall seemed to begin to expand, and then a black smoke in the expanded bubble that could not see the outline of any creature slowly rose. As the black smoke continued to spread, it shrank and extended to form a personal shape.

The figure slowly moved forward, his face full of numbness and hollowness, and he stepped stiffly in their direction.

Xian Qing frowned slightly. The thing exuded a trembling and terrifying aura. It was not a good person. The black smoke looked familiar...

Xian Qing suddenly remembered something and was shocked. He suddenly lowered his head and looked at Yingmeng, but saw Yingmeng staring at her with slightly narrowed eyes, as if she was smiling at him.

"How do you know which monsters will appear?" Xian Qing's eyes were covered with coldness and gloom.

"I am a Yin cultivator, so I'm more sensitive to evil things." Yingmeng smiled and spread her hands lazily. "It's also amazing. The efficiency of this Yin corpse is tsk, tsk, I'm curious about how to do it. Hey, there are also puppets, Oh my God, what kind of workshop is it? Hey, what else is it? Resentful soul, directly attach the Yin corpse. Wow, it's... God, I don't know it, but it looks very powerful..."

"What are your plans now?" Xian Qing raised his hand, and his pale and delicate fingers pressed against Ying Meng's eyebrows.

"As soon as you follow the instructions of Lord Immortal Lord." Yingmeng put away the sick madness and excitement on her face, and bowed slightly with a smile. "Warm reminder, many souls are silent here, and maybe dozens of corpses are laid under our feet. Things are waking up here, and the later it is dragged, the more unfavorable it is for us."

"The formation in the private room has a defensive function." Xian Qing lowered his eyes and pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword.

"Indeed." Ying Meng pursed her lips and pointed her head. Her face was calm and her face was full of hippie smiles. "Maybe it was to remind everyone that they were still wandering outside in the second day of the second day, something would happen."

"Just kidding, you have to seize the opportunity." Xian Qing pursed her screech lips, her delicate eyebrows and eyes were calm, and she raised the sword in her hand without any haste.

"It doesn't seem safe to stay in the corridor." Ying Meng hurriedly leaned back, and the smile on her face gradually became terrifying. "Why don't you run away?"

"It's too late." Xian Qing looked around, and this strange creature also surged from the other end of the corridor, and black smoke slowly began to spread behind them. "I have a question, how did they determine our location."

Ying Meng raised her eyebrows slightly, shocked, and her tone was filled with anger. "What do you think I'm doing?! Do you doubt me?! Didn't you say we have a connection? This shell is mine, and the core inside is mine, you can't see it? Plus you haven't sensed what's in my brain? Is there anything that can possess me? Is it okay to have some basis for doubt?"

"What are you doing so excited?" Xian Qing's voice was very light, with an unfathomable tone. "I just remind you that good sword, before the monsters gather, we will fight out."

Ying Meng's expression did not change at all. She turned her hand and the bone sword was unsheathed. The moment she left the corridor, she suddenly looked back, her expression was unusually serious, and what was settled in her eyes was calm and calm, which was a rare seriousness on her. She looked straight at Xian Qing

"Everyone can doubt me, including myself, but this person cannot be you."

Then, she blinked weirdly, quickly withdrew her gaze, had a hippie smile on her face, and rushed out.

Xian Qing didn't say anything else and followed. No doubt? He naturally thought, but the same black fog, same energy, same talent fluctuations, is it really a coincidence? Did he doubt? No, he didn't doubt one of the Yingmengs, but it didn't mean he didn't doubt the other her. If the one standing in front of him was the one she, then why did she pretend? What are her plans?

Yingmeng swung out a sword, and the silver-white sword end carried an undetectable black mist, forming a monster that rushed up in human form, turning into a thick white bone, no matter what flesh and blood, the soul and soul were all annihilated.

After this sword was released, Ying Meng and Xian Qing's eyebrows were pounding unconsciously. This strength... was unusually strong.

Xian Qing raised his hand and pinched a spiritual technique. A ray of light spread out from his hands. The filthy thing illuminated by the light was actually split into pieces like soil, turning into a handful of yellow sand.

"Purification technique." Ying Meng looked at the rich light and the inexplicable holy feeling, and stuck out her tongue. "This is not even a residue left, and it is indeed very suitable for people with cleanliness."

"Haha." Xian Qing stabbed Yingmeng with a sword and attacked the Yin corpse. "This is called effective, unlike some people who splatter their blood."

"Warm reminder, if they are not blown up, they will be reorganized." Ying Meng smiled casually with a smile on her lips. As she said a few sword shadows, she flew out and stabbed into the shaking and incomplete figures.

Those stinged with filthy screams, their bodies began to swell, and their bones were shattered by a strange force, but the blood bloomed in the air and exploded into stunning blood flowers, and accurately splashed onto the pure white cuffs of string green.

"Is it interesting?" Xian Qing pulled down several array plates from Yingmeng and threw them out. In an instant, the sword curtain flashed in the air, and the sword light was radiant.

"Didn't you say that you can suppress the demons, only demons?" Ying Meng rarely did not accuse Xian Qing of waste, nor did she even show a painful feeling, just like the band of the formation was not hers. Instead, she shrugged and continued the previous mockery. "Hey, hey, hey. I'm not afraid that you, the immortal, will be eaten? What's more, isn't it more in line with your inner image?"

Xian Qing didn't say anything, because he had already expressed his dissatisfaction with his actions. He chopped off two heads and threw them at Yingmeng. The heads in the air emitted a deep black luster, and then the luster gathered together to form two complete Yin corpses, with scarlet mouths open and pounced on Yingmeng.

The two sword shadows that Yingmeng beat out were not very satisfied and shattered them, and complained: "It's too slow to move, it's too watery."

Xian Qing raised his hand to block the danger of attacking Yingmeng Kong Sect, with a tone of mockery, meaning something. "Maybe this is the consequence of weight but not quality."
Chapter completed!