Outside the bronze tree, the crutch in the old woman's hand tapped the ground gently, and the decayed wood collided with the roots of the bronze tree, making a heavy buzzing sound.
Those prostrate ghosts in the darkness suddenly opened their scarlet eyes, their sharp horns tore open the darkness, and pieces of black ghostly shadows rushed down.
锔锔锔!!!
Countless shallow, sharp white marks were constantly left on the bronze sacred tree.
As the wooden stick in the old woman's hand clicked on the thick vine faster and faster, more and more corpses of heavenly ghosts were lying under her, almost drowning her hunched figure.
But as she struck the root and vine ground lightly and heavily, the heavy blows set off an unimaginable storm energy, sweeping away the mountains of war ghost corpses into countless blood mist.
The dripping blood splashed among the cold tree trunks, leaving mottled and cruel traces.
The old woman's gray hair was fluttering like a mess, and the sound of sharp claws scraping against the hard tree roots became more and more intensive. Her rickety waist became lower and lower, and the loose and yellow skin on her face seemed to have been drained of energy.
The decay gradually turns pale.
At this time, there was a soft thud on her shoulder, and a strong gust of wind left three bright red claw marks there, which were deep into the bones.
The old woman turned around and used her staff, and the dragon's head on the cane penetrated the head of a ghost.
The sky ghost had a pair of bright red sharp horns and was extremely tenacious. It was still alive even after its head was smashed. It roared hoarsely from deep in its throat, and its five claws grew rapidly, drawing sharp claws in the air.
The sound of lightning struck hard at the old woman's heart.
The old woman snorted coldly, clenched her hand as skinny as a chicken's claw into a fist, and unleashed an indescribably domineering punch, which hit the powerful five claws of the ghost as steadily as a mountain.
The sky ghost let out a dying roar of pain, and his whole arm exploded. His cold body hung on the dragon-head crutch, and was thrown aside by the old woman.
I don't know whether it was because of the strong aura of the old woman or for some reason, but the roaring sounds of the ghosts in the forest suddenly became much lower, and countless scarlet eyes flickered in the darkness, gradually becoming quiet.
But the old woman's heart gradually sank.
The Su Jing spirit body she was guarding had not yet returned to its original position, and the Great Cambrian Period had begun in advance. It was like a shadow of doom covering her heart. Her cultivation had been swallowed up bit by bit by this world for many years, and her strength was no longer what it once was.
Now she was overwhelmed by the number of heavenly ghosts that were coming like a sea of fighting. What made her unable to relax and take a breath was that none of the four great ghost kings of the heavenly ghost clan had appeared here.
In the years since she came to the Bronze Gate World, she has never seen the real form of the Four War Ghosts, but she knows that if the Four War Ghosts come here in person, she alone will never be able to resist them.
At this moment, a cold sense of crisis arose spontaneously.
Before she could react, an inconspicuous sky ghost, only as big as an eight-year-old child, was hiding in the dusk, making no sound.
The whole body's aura was perfectly concealed by the other Celestial Ghost clan, but the pitch-black horn on his forehead was as big as a samurai's sickle, with blue thunder and lightning patterns engraved on it.
He appeared like a ghost, and by the time the old woman captured him with her consciousness, it was already too late.
The ghost and the old woman passed by each other quickly, and the crackling sound caused by the dark robe was like a sharp bee's tail piercing into her mind from her temples. It was clear that she did not suffer any substantial damage, but she
However, his body felt as if a strong toxin had been injected into it, his energy and blood were surging, and his body was completely numb.
Fortunately, the target of that terrifying sky ghost did not seem to be her. The moment it passed by, the old woman could clearly see that the cold, scarlet eyes under the black mist did not even give her a trace of their peripheral vision.
What surprised the old woman was that the target he attacked and killed turned out to be the young man leaning under the bronze sacred tree?
She suddenly felt guilty in her heart. If she hadn't led the young man's soul into the tree, he wouldn't have encountered this difficulty unpreparedly.
The sky ghost burst out with cold white electricity all over its body. The electricity surrounded its arm and turned into an extremely large electric blade. It had completely flashed in front of Balian, staring at his throat.
The old woman was powerless to stop it, thinking that this heavenly ghost was extremely powerful and must be one of the mysterious four war ghosts. She could only watch helplessly as the cold white electric blade in the darkness slashed down brutally.
The young man under the bronze tree is still asleep, his eyes closed peacefully.
at the same time……
A pair of black jade eyes suddenly opened in the dark night forest.
The ancient sword in the box is unsheathed and its edge is flowing!
The sword's light, which is as refined as washing, is boundless, burning fiercely for thousands of miles, illuminating the figures of the ghosts hiding in invisible places under the dark night.
The blazing sword intent is like the blazing sun breaking through the clouds, and the stars can become firewood under this sword.
The numb old woman couldn't help but trembled: "The Great Buddha Art! It turns out to be my Taixuan Sect's supreme mysterious power, the Great Buddha Art! There is a successor to our sect... There is a successor..."
Brought to tears.
The sky ghost's arm-dropping movement was forced to freeze, and the energy of Leng Bai Sen Leng's electric blade was also reduced by most, but his attacking and killing movements did not stop there.
The arm was slashed horizontally, and it was so powerful that even the majestic and immortal bronze tree could not help but shake slightly. The bronze leaves rubbed sharply, making a clear sound of trembling leaves.
But his attack failed.
The short but extremely powerful Tian Gui looked at the missing young man under his arm in slight confusion.
The cold waning moon shines through the clouds, the faint moonlight, and the sparse stars combine to create a cool night light that fills the white clothes.
Su Jing's love-killing sword was sheathed without knowing when. She held the boy who had not yet awakened in one arm. Her figure was as thin and cold as a beautiful silhouette under the gauze. Her dark eyes stared coldly at the ghost, with an expression on her face.
Very bland and cool.
Her free right arm hung down by her side, and a bright red liquid snaked from her snow-white cuff to her white fingertips, gathering into drops of blood and dripping to the ground like rubies.
The old woman opened her eyes wide, obviously not expecting that she would wake up at such a time, and even more thinking that her great-great-great-granddaughter, who had an indifferent temperament, would rush to the rescue.
At that moment, she could see clearly that the remaining unstoppable offensive of the Heavenly Ghost was not in vain, but was resisted by her alone with her body.
The Ditong ghost, one of the four fighting ghosts, showed a ferocious cold light in his eyes. He slowly turned around and stood up again, about to continue fighting.
But at this moment, the dark shadow under Bailian's body rolled and rolled, and finally turned into the shadow of a lone wolf.
The face of the flute boy ghost froze, and he took three steps back in great alarm, with a gloomy look on his face.
His soul gradually reset, and when Balian's consciousness returned to the real world, he immediately smelled the unusually cold and sweet scent of blood in the air, which made his stomach rumbling.
He opened his eyes, and the desolate moonlight passed through her pale skin and reflected into the young man's deep eyes.
Balian reacted in shock for a long time before he finally understood who the woman was holding him at the moment.
Su Jing lowered his head slightly, looked at him calmly, and analyzed with reason: "I just gave names to the Hua Xu family and the Xihe family. It took a lot of effort, so you woke up a little later than me."
Balian was dressed very warmly, but by chance, when she hugged him with one hand, her palm passed through his cloak. Through the thin layer of clothes, the warmth in her palm was so real.
He opened his lips speechlessly, unable to say a word.
Because he couldn't understand this incomprehensible situation.
Su Jing narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, frowned slightly, and looked at him carefully, but she misunderstood Balian's speechless action. After hesitating for a moment, she raised her injured hand and held it.
The blood-stained fingertips gently fell between his lips.
This move really shocked him.
Su Jing was from a famous family. She always hated monsters and would get rid of them whenever she saw them, regardless of cause and effect.
Although they got along well in the past few days and saved her twice, Master Taixuan showed mercy and did not want to get rid of this monster.
But when it came to feeding the corpse demon with blood, Balian really didn't dare to think that this was something Su Jing could do.
The warm and pure sweet liquid slowly flows into your mouth.
However, Bai Lian's scalp was numb.
But then I thought about it...
When was she injured?
Balian's eyes opened slightly, and after he realized what he was doing, he broke away from the hand around his waist. There was still bright red blood on his lips. When he stood firm, he saw countless ghost figures under the heavy bronze leaves.
He exclaimed: "Are you injured?"
Balian did not continue to eat her blood.
Su Jing looked down at her fingertips, thoughtfully. After a moment, she quietly hummed a word.
Although it can't be said that he was flattered, Bailian was really shocked and shocked today: "Miss Su Jing just... saved me?"
Su Jing put his hands behind his back: "It's just a favor. If you save me three times, I should repay you three times. If I repay you two more favors, I will continue to collect demons and subjugate them."
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