Suddenly, the force coming from Zhang Boyin's hand relaxed.
Qin Yin and Bao Mu dragged Wen Ling backwards, and Xiao Lan immediately let go of Wen Ling's hand and managed to steady her steps.
Zhang Boyin let go of Wen Ling and at the same time, rushed towards them.
Xiaolan's muscles tensed and she took a closer look.
Zhang Boyin didn't rush towards them, but towards himself!
"open!……"
Xiaolan only had time to shout one word before a sharp pain suddenly hit her neck. Zhang Boyin held her neck with both hands and threw her to the ground.
again!
"Xiaolan!"
Luo Jiutian didn't care about the taboo anymore, and hugged Zhang Boyin's arms from behind, trying to control his hands. However, Zhang Boyin's strength was beyond his ability to resist, and his hands were still strangled around Xiaolan's neck.
, tighten it little by little.
A force that not even a fool can resist...
"Get out of the way!" the Taoist priest shouted loudly.
The moment Fool and Luo Jiutian jumped away, three talismans flew over from the side and hit the crazy Zhang Boyin.
The three charms flickered with ice-blue light in mid-air, and stopped on Zhang Boyin's arms and head respectively. When they came into contact with Zhang Boyin's skin, the blue light on the charms flickered for a moment, and then went out.
Xiaolan's vision began to blur, her mouth was open, and something that was unknown as blood or saliva kept flowing out of her mouth, and there was a harsh friction sound from the bones of her neck.
Because of the pain in her neck, all the muscles in Xiaolan's body were trembling, and her hands were scratching the ground helplessly.
Helpless.
Xiaolan tried hard to calm down her mind, used up her last bit of strength, and clenched her right hand. A golden light flashed, and the spirit-locking whip appeared in her hand.
Attack?......
Zhang Boyin's expression was still very calm. Xiaolan looked at that face through the hazy tears in his eyes.
If I kill him here, is it the evil mountain god or Zhang Boyin himself who dies?
However, if you don't attack...
Luo Jiutian saw that the Taoist Master's spell had failed again, and when he was about to rush towards Zhang Boyin with the fool, he saw his own Panlong Pond through the corner of his eye.
Panlongchi fell behind the coffin, where Zhang Boyin fell just now.
If you just use it, there shouldn't be any problem.
Luo Jiutian almost didn't hesitate and ran straight over to pick up the Panlong Pond. When he touched the smooth surface of the Panlong Pond, the same temperature came from the dark brown luster.
This is your own Panlong Pond, engraved with your own name, and a part of your soul.
It is also waiting for itself.
Luo Jiutian held Panlongchi with his right hand, turned around quickly, and pointed one finger of his left hand at Zhang Boyin.
"Steady Rock Thunder!"
The blue light hit Zhang Boyin's waist, and Xiaolan immediately felt that the strength in his hands had relaxed a little.
"Jiutian!" the Taoist priest shouted out.
Luo Jiutian's eyes were already bloodshot. He didn't hear the Taoist Master's words at all. He raised the Panlongchi in his hand and shouted loudly.
"Qianyuan!——Zhu Xie!"
The water dragon did not appear from the window, but gradually emerged from the ground. The huge dragon head almost occupied the entire room. The Qianyuan Dragon did not even detect it. The moment it took shape, its eyes radiated blood-red light.
"Execute!——evil!——"
Qian Yuan opened his mouth wide and bit Zhang Boyin.
At the end of Xiaolan's consciousness, a huge gray-blue wave swept across his sight.
She is like a person who has been defeated by a tsunami.
The sound of water.
water.
Surge, fly, ebb and flow.
The sound of water gradually subsided.
Then, she felt warmth.
The warm air flowed through her body, and as the air flow circulated, its temperature dropped little by little.
don't want.
Xiaolan frowned and stretched out her hands, as if to retain the leaving warmth.
However, what his palm touched was ice cold.
I am...
Gudu...
asphyxia.
"Ahem...gudu..."
Xiaolan opened her eyes suddenly and looked around in horror.
water.
There is water everywhere.
Himself in the water!
There was a golden-red light strip standing in front of him, which was the only source of light.
Xiaolan swam toward the strip of light, stretched out her arms, and touched it.
Cold.
He was locked in a door, and the light came through the crack less than a finger wide.
Xiaolan walked along the door and felt around.
Her heart was beating violently.
This touch, this shape...
Remembered.
This is the vessel used for execution of the fire, which is the stamen of the underwater stone lotus.
The place where I first saw Fire Lotus.
When Huolian was dragged into her story, in the first scene, she escaped from here and fell into the water at that time.
Is the story repeating itself?
Xiaolan slammed against the four walls of the stone lotus container, but it didn't move at all.
This time it's different.
Xiaolan struggled to stretch her fingers along the gap, but an even stronger pain hit her instantly.
She quickly retracted her hand.
It's fire.
Outside the container, there was actually a flame.
How is it possible?
What the hell is going on?
Xiaolan covered her mouth tightly and hit the four walls of Shilian.
The sound of the surging water and the burning sound of the fire played extremely harmonious notes in her ears.
Slowly, it seemed that music really appeared.
From far to near, surrounding the stone lotus.
Chorus of women.
Countless ethereal and distant voices floated around her, and the melody gradually became clearer.
Xiaolan was startled and took a gulp of water.
Isn't this the music I heard in the cave?
It's the same melody, but the sound I heard at that time was played by musical instruments, and now it's a human voice.
After taking a sip of water, Xiaolan clearly felt that the last few traces of oxygen in her body seemed to be leaving.
Surrounded by water, fire, and music, Xiaolan weakly sank to the bottom of the stone lotus and gradually closed her eyes.
"It's not good!" Qin Yin's tears suddenly slipped out, "Xiaolan is not breathing! Hurry! Xiaolan, she..."
After Qian Yuan retreated, everyone saw the wet Xiao Lan and Zhang Boyin lying on the ground. They were both intact, but they both fell into a coma.
Qin Yin couldn't care less about her broken leg, and ran to Xiaolan's side and picked her up.
The Taoist priest's face turned pale, and he froze on the spot. After a while, he turned his head and looked at Luo Jiutian, who was standing on the other side.
Luo Jiutian hugged Panlongchi with both hands, his face equally pale.
There is still a trace of lucky fantasy in the Taoist priest's heart.
But then, the Panlongchi in Luo Jiutian's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and the Taoist Master's heart began to fall.
It's all over.
After that, Qin Yin shouted those words.
"Why the hell are you all standing there! Come here!" Qin Yin cried angrily, "Xiaolan is going to run out of breath! Xiaolan is not breathing!..."