Xianlu Spring and Autumn

The snow-white ground was covered with broken flesh and bright red blood, it was shocking!

After Taoist Gao Guan killed the opponent, he took a few deep breaths, and immediately grabbed the totem pole not far away, and with a whoosh, entered his hand.

"Dare to steal my things!"

Taoist Gao Guan snorted coldly, put away the totem pole, and probed into the distance with his spiritual sense, suddenly his pupils constricted, he pulled his legs and flew towards the distant direction, and flew out.

The sound of piercing the sky, Qingxiao!

The blue figure quickly disappeared into the boundless snowstorm.

……

But not long after Taoist Gao Guan left, a figure flapping its wings and surrounded by gray and black air swept into the void where the young monk was dying, and stopped suddenly.

This person is of course a Feng Clan, a 28-year-old man, eight feet tall, slender and tall, his skin is crystal clear like white jade without any blemishes, and his appearance is even more handsome to the extreme, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, a jade tree facing the wind, She has long green hair, which is extremely neatly arranged, and there is a piece of precious jade in the middle of her forehead.

And different from the indifference and hatred of ordinary Wind Clan monks, this man's dead gray pupils flashed a sly and playful smile, with a proud look of controlling the overall situation and playing with people's hearts.His realm is at the mid-king stage.The coming young man of the Wind Clan raised his hand and tore apart the storage space of the monk <长-风>.cf. just like Ye Bai!

This person is actually a Wind Clan cultivator who has cultivated the power of the soul?

After tearing apart the storage space, the young man of the Wind Clan glanced at it, nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Although the net worth of those human monks in the early stage of Lichen is a little short, the guys in the middle stage of Lichen are not bad!"

After finishing speaking, this person did the same thing and collected the things in the storage space.

"It's a pity that the Battle Immortal Halberd, one of the Seven Immortal Treasures in the family, has fallen into the hands of a human monk. I, Feng Wuxian, will tear open their storage spaces one by one to find it out. .Feng Wushen is such a waste, he can still lose with the Immortal Battle Halberd!"

The Feng Clan monk who claimed to be Feng Wuxian was talking to himself while collecting treasures, his eyes were full of greed and contempt.

After receiving more than half of it, the person suddenly stopped, glanced at the side to the distance, his eyes flashed brightly, and said with a smile: "I'll kill you after I get rid of that guy just now!"

The action sped up a bit.

Soon, Feng Wuxian took all the things in the storage space, and without stopping, rushed out in the direction of the Taoist with the high crown and blue robe.As a member of the Wind Clan, Feng Wuxian was born extremely fast, and Taoist Gao Guan used self-mutilation to kill the young monk just now, so he didn't have time.They chased him several miles behind him.

Taoist Gao Guan looked solemn, but he was not too flustered.After all, the opponent's realm is in the middle stage of the king level, which is comparable to his middle stage of Lichen. At worst, if you fight to the death, there may not be a way out!

Thinking of this, Taoist Gao Guan's eyes grew cold, and he was about to turn around and fight!

That's it.The singing came from behind.

singing!

On the snow covered with battle clouds, singing sounded,

Of course the singing came from Feng Wuxian's mouth, and outside this person's body, there was a strange Taoist aura floating around.In his hand, he was holding a two-foot-long yellow jade bottle. On the surface of the jade bottle, there were carved patterns of two fierce ghosts holding iron locks, blue-faced fangs, and grinning.

There was a smile in Feng Wuxian's eyes, and a playful smile escaped from the corner of his mouth, he opened and closed his mouth, and sang a strange melody.

This song is melodious but not high-pitched, full of affection in the hoarseness.

It seems that the lover is crying, calling for the return of his lover, or the heart-piercing cry of the mother, calling for the return of the wanderer, or the orphan and child who has been reduced to dust, thinking of his father, tearjerker.