long night walk

Chapter 938
For a moment, the sound of the wind echoed in everyone's ears, as if there was a cool soft wind blowing the ground.

The grassy and dusty ground was suddenly surging like a storm, and in an instant, the gentle wind became extremely strong, rolling the dust.

Ji Yinyin, who had half of her body turned to wood and couldn't move, exclaimed, like a fallen leaf being blown up by the wind, it became extremely light and erratic, being blown up by the traceable wind.

The monster that jumped down from the beam of the house was empty.

Everyone looked intently, and saw a mecha puppet with a green gem inlaid on its forehead, holding Ji Yinyin firmly in its arms, flying lightly into the air.

They seem to be unaffected by the gravity of the sky and the earth, and they are surrounded by light wind fields.

And the monster that was emptied was actually a wolf body with a human face, black and brown hair all over its body, and beast claws full of wild power on its forelimbs.

The hind limbs are a pair of thick and powerful human legs, like a beast but not a beast, like a human but not a human.

It salivates, exudes a horrible stench, and has a strong meaning of corrosion.

Not long after, the ground under it was melted and corroded a deep pit.

Seeing such a ferocious and terrifying appearance, Ji Yinyin's face turned pale, and she was terrified in her heart.

Before the monster stood up straight, another mecha boulder that was taken out of Li Jiujiu's Qiankun bag fell, with an astonishing explosive force.

The khaki-yellow light converged into a huge heavy shield and smashed down on the monster.

Compared with Ji Yinyin's mecha, which was mainly fast and nimble, this mecha opened up and closed. It was obviously heavy on work and strength, and its power was infinite.

The shield was as heavy as a mountain, and before his body was in shape, the majestic force of Qingtian's fall had already crushed the monster so that its limbs fell to the ground and it was impossible to get up.

There was nowhere to escape, and when the mecha puppet landed on the ground, the monster's head exploded with a bang, and sticky blood sprayed out, and sprinkled on the mecha puppet's body.

Just when hope was ignited in everyone's hearts, they thought that Li Jiujiu would win a big victory by relying on the power of the mecha.

The viscous blood of the metal armor splashed on the puppet made a sizzling sound. It was like hot oil gradually falling on the snow. In the blink of an eye, the thick armor was corroded to be riddled with holes, and it overflowed on the armor. The bright yellow lines on the surface also dimmed and disappeared, and it looked no different from ordinary armor.

Brown tung oil gush out from those holes, shocking.

The blood attached to the armor seemed to be alive, writhing like an earthworm, and crazily burrowed into the puppet's body.

The hearth in front of the mech's chest was flickering, obviously its spiritual power was extremely unstable, and then it collapsed uncontrollably until it was completely extinguished.

Although Li Jiujiu killed the monster in time, it was obvious that she couldn't get any cheap.

Two against one, and one mecha was damaged.

Li Jiujiu's face was pale, and the two fingers that were inserted into the bag trembled slightly.

She got these two mechs from Bailiana. After leaving Xianling City, although she has Bailian's body as a funeral object, under normal circumstances, she will not encounter too many dangerous accidents.

Just in case, Bai Lian chose two mecha puppets with the best quality from the batch of mecha puppets he and Fang Geyu refined together in the mountains for her self-defense.

One is wind attribute and the other is earth attribute.

Both offensive and defensive, even in the event of loss, you can also borrow the wind attribute mecha to evacuate in time.

But the current situation does not allow her to retreat unscathed, and all the fellow teachers and sisters who came together are lying here.

What's more, Chi Wenyan has already set his sights on Ji Yinyin. If Li Jiujiu escapes, it is very likely that Ji Yinyin will succeed Hui Wuniang in his misfortune.

Regarding Li Jiujiu's hidden mecha puppet, Chi Wenyan looked surprised and surprised:

"I really underestimated you. I didn't expect you to have such a move. Last night, you endured the unused mech puppet to attack me. You must be waiting for a suitable opportunity to take me down, right?

It seems that Miss Li Xianren is not completely brainless, but it is a pity that for cultivators like you who value affection and affection, they are really full of loopholes and are extremely easy to be manipulated. "

I saw Chi Wenyan raised his hands, and his fingers moved together, like plucking the strings of a piano. Every time, visions floated out of thin air, and the sound of monster roars suddenly came from all around the deserted house.

Countless deformed and distorted shadows swayed in the dim light, like monsters sleeping in the dark, crawling out of their lairs one by one.

Seeing this scene, the young monks were so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe. Beads of sweat rolled down their faces, and their faces were pale, as if they had fallen into a nightmare.

They really couldn't understand why a mortal like Chi Wenyan could have such means.

Chi Wenyan raised his head slightly, like a performer, with the corners of his lips raised, clearly about to do a cruel and bloody thing, but his eyebrows and eyes were filled with a different kind of spirit.

"I originally had the ambition to fly high, but God gave me a weak and weak body. My heart is for the nine heavens, but fate makes me as cheap as dust!
The world is inhumane, the way is unfair, honor and disgrace are cruel, now, it is up to humble mortals like me to control the fate of you monks! "

Under Chi Wenyanshi's command, the roars of monsters surged from all directions.

Having seen the corrosive power of those monsters' stinky saliva, all the monks turned pale in horror, and their despair finally burst like a torrent, causing everyone to howl and howl.

Chi Wenyan still had an almost crazy smile on his face, and he enjoyed the process of torture and killing very much.

In particular, killing these omnipotent monks who fly into the sky and escape from the ground can give him great satisfaction and a sense of honor.

The man folded his arms and watched with cold eyes, without the slightest sympathy, just watching everything quietly like this.

His expression was even a little tired, and he felt that Chi Wenyan talked too much nonsense and acted too procrastinated.

The man yawned as if he felt bored, and was about to close his eyes and take a nap for a while, when the hair on his forehead was suddenly blown by a gust of wind.

The breath of that breeze is extremely inconsistent with the surrounding atmosphere. It is plain like the meaning of wind and pine, and it is as clear as the sun and the moon. In the invisible wind, there is a shockingly sharp and simple sword hidden. meaning.

He suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, his gaze suddenly sharp as a sword, unknowingly, a drop of cold sweat slipped down his temples.

The cool and cold sword intent is like the moonlight, descending vertically from the night sky, condensed and unparalleled, cutting out a perfect arc of ancient beauty and harmony.

"what!!!"

Bleeding!
Chi Wenyan's left arm was broken shoulder-to-shoulder, and the crazy smile on his face turned into a look of horror, and the severe pain rushed straight to the top of his head, causing his eyes to turn white.

The whole person cried and twitched and fell down, like a dying snake constantly twisting and thumping on the ground, saliva rubbing all over his face along the corner of his mouth.

There is no trace of the high-spirited appearance just now.

Bai Lian nodded slightly, with a smile on his lips.

Yin Baishuang clicked his tongue, but didn't say anything, because she hated people from Taixuanzong.

Ying Ji looked calm, as if she was not interested in this change.

The man turned around with trepidation, and saw the woman in white clothes who had fainted there got up quietly at some point, and even the puppet guarding her had suffered some serious injuries.

The orange light in the mecha puppet's eyes dissipated, and he fell limply, but the heart of the furnace that was shining brightly in his chest had already landed in the woman's hands.

As the woman slowly raised her head, the quiet hair dripped down her cheeks like water, showing a detached and clear face.

Under the light of the fire, the woman's amber eyes were clear and dust-free, her skin was as white as porcelain, and even the bridge of her nose was as moist as jade.

It's just that under this warmth, there is a bit of indescribable coldness, her eyes are like soaking in snow, cold and lifeless.

She raised her hand and stretched her arms casually, with a light flick of her fingertips, the ancient black sword that had been silent by the campfire hummed out of its sheath, and stood in front of her in vain.

The woman in white lowered her eyes, flicked her fingers on the mirror-like sword, and the clear sound of the sword's cry was like a gentle breeze, or like the Sanskrit sound of autumn rain on the Wanlai Glacier.

The sound fell to the ears of ordinary people, and it was very pleasant and refreshing, but the monsters besieged from all directions seemed to be hit by arrows suddenly, screamed, and retreated again.

The powerful mech puppet in Li Jiujiu's Qiankun pocket could only perish with one of the monsters.

And this woman didn't hold a sword in her hand, but with the sound of long chant of sword energy, she forced all the monsters back.

Such a strong person should be called peerless.

The captured monks in the deserted house were all young disciples of the second-rate immortal sect forces, and they had never come into contact with people of this level.

For a moment, he was completely overwhelmed and amazed by the sound of that one-finger sword.

In my heart, I couldn't help but give birth to ecstatic hope from despair.

Seeing Chi Wenyan, who was lying in a pool of blood, clutching his shoulders and crying desperately, everyone felt even more joyful.

The man looked at the woman in white, narrowed his eyes, and his pupils shrank slightly: "Who is your honor?"

The woman in white put the sword back into its sheath. The sword was touched by Chi Wenyan first. She seemed to feel that it was dirty, so she took out a handkerchief and wiped it carefully.

Without raising her eyelids, she replied coldly: "Tai Xuan Nine Classics, Wen Hanwei."

The man's eyes couldn't help but narrowed a little deeper, his pupils looked dark and mysterious, although his expression didn't change much.

But after hearing this appellation, the man's hand reached into his waist, unconsciously grasping the weapon.

A smile slowly appeared on his face, and he said, "So it's Master Wen Jiujing."

When Chi Wenyan heard that it was the Nine Classics of Taixuan, he forgot even howling for a while, and his face showed deep despair.

Although he is taller than the sky and looks down on these lofty family monks, he also understands what the Taixuan Nine Classics symbolize in this world.

No matter how conceited he is, his ambition and courage are limited after all, and he only dares to plot against a second-rate young disciple like him.

Taixuan Jiujing's visit, to him, is tantamount to a visit from the god of death.

He looked at Wen Hanwei's face as usual, and murmured: "When did you start to doubt me?"

Wen Hanwei cherishes words like gold: "In the beginning."

"At first?" Chi Wenyan was deeply puzzled.

But Bai Lian understood the reason.

Wen Hanwei has cultivated the pure sword heart of all dharmas to see people, see nature, and only see the original heart.

Although it is not such a popular mind reading technique, it is also easy to control the emotions of all things, such as joy, anger, sorrow, resentment, hatred, and greed.

Although she can't know what the other party is thinking about writing, she can feel the other party's soul and emotional fluctuations with just one glance.

When she saw Chi Wenyan for the first time, she must have seen a dirty, sticky, and dark soul.

Because of the purest and purest, the clearest and the frostiest, there is no hiding place for even a little bit of blackness in her eyes.

Wen Hanwei didn't explain further, just looked at Chi Wenyan who fell on the ground, and said as a matter of course: "Are you ready to die?"

Chi Wenyan shook his head like crazy: "I don't want to die...I don't want to die!"

Wen Hanwei looked at Hui Wuniang, who looked bleak and passed out, and the soup boiling in the hot pot.

A pair of amber eyes are as clear as glass, and there is no other emotion, only innocence and coolness.

"Before killing, humiliating, teasing, and torturing unscrupulously, I didn't realize that I should also die for it..."

It's rare for Wen Hanwei to say so many words at once, and the calmness in her raised eyes gave her a dull beauty.

She was stern and extremely serious: "This is something that is never allowed."

She expressed her views calmly and normally, but in Chi Wenyan's eyes, this undoubtedly became the most terrifying and cruel trial in the world.

A helpless and desperate wail erupted from his mouth, as if he didn't understand.

I just want to live, why should I suffer such cruel treatment.

But Wen Hanwei didn't hear it, and pointed out a sword finger lightly, and the sword energy became a blade, and shaved off the flesh of Chi Wenyan's thigh from the calf, and a long section hung white on his ankle.

She moved the sword very fast, so fast that a whole piece of meat was cut off without any blood splashing out, and the sliced ​​surface was as neat as paper.

It wasn't until Chi Wenyan's brain was bewildered by the severe pain that countless drops of blood oozed from the slashed leg.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Chi Wenyan screamed so loudly that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Wen Hanwei's black and white eyes were indifferent, but too clean and clear.

She said seriously: "I'm sorry, I can't do too cruel things..."

As she said that, she tilted her head indiscernibly, and thought about it seriously, without any threat, she said in an extremely ordinary tone: "But it seems very simple to remove the bones and cut the flesh."

Hearing this, Chi Wenyan almost came out of his body. He looked into Wen Hanwei's eyes in horror. Those eyes... clearly did not seem to be looking at a person, but at an animal that was taken for granted.

"My lord... help me, my lord, save me!"

Chi Wenyan rolled and crawled, trying to get to the man's side for help.

Wen Hanwei lowered her eyes, raised her index finger again, and a ray of sword energy cleanly wiped off Chi Wenyan's neck.

The atmosphere was momentarily clean and silent.

He seemed to notice that everyone was looking at her alone, and that look seemed to say, Mr. Jiujing, were you just bragging?
Wen Hanwei's slightly raised fingers retracted them coldly, and she said calmly, "I said I'm not good at torturing people."

Only Bai Lian, who was familiar with her temperament, knew that there was definitely some timidity in that movement of retracting her fingers.

Judging from the appearance alone, Wen Hanwei's temperament is similar to Su Jing's, both of them are cold and cold and hard to get close to.

It can't be used for Su Jing's coldness from the inside out, but Wen Hanwei's coldness is only on the outside.

Only when you really get close to her world, you will find that under the appearance of such a cold porcelain doll, there is a soft and soft soul.

She squatted on the mountain all year round, afraid of strangers, seldom talked, not talking to outsiders, autistic and xenophobic.

That's why, among so many young disciples present, none of them knew her, Wen Hanwei.

It's rare for her to leave the house once in a century, seeing strangers who don't know how to talk to them, over time, it will give people the subtle illusion that she is very cold.

(End of this chapter)