The Demon in the Mirror

The west wind that was dragged into the ground instantly was covered with mud, and the **** mud rolled down on the face, so that she could not even open her eyes.

Qingyuan disconnected the two rhizomes wrapped around his ankles, and immediately a thick **** smell spread in the soil, mixed with demon spirit, dirty and muddy. He tolerated discomfort and covered the west wind with a wide robe, trying to take her out of here. But there were ten million underground rhizomes, two of them were disconnected, and the rest of the rhizomes came from the blood, as fiercely as revenge for their companions, and he wrapped his hands and feet again. drag.

Xifeng dusted off the soil on his face, took out the flute-shaped sword, got up and waved to something that is not a root or a vine, and cut off everything wrapped around the two.

This disconnection is like ten hands being cut, blood overflowing.

After staying here for a while, Xifeng had noticed that Qingyuan's divine power had not been restored, otherwise he would not stay in such a messy place. She ignored the rhizome that was rushing insanely, closed her eyes and chanted a curse, and she gleamed with thousands of rays of light, forcing the rhizome not to come close. Suddenly sharp like needles, stab them.

In a flash, the silver needle entered the body. In the Valley of Flowers, there was a demon crying in pain, the rhizomes were straight, and the ground was instantly clear.

Xifeng grabbed Qingyuan's hand and climbed up, out of this soft and muddy ground, until the closed eyes "see" the light, then flicked the soil on the eyelids, opened his eyes and looked at others.

Qingyuan is like a boneless person, lying on the ground a little lost. Westwind was shocked: "Qingyuan? Qingyuan? What's wrong with you?"

Qingyuan looked at her and exhaled: "Dirty ... all mud ... all mud ..."

"..." The life is gone and there are mental cleanliness! Westwind struggled to crawl out, reaching out his mud paws, "Come out."

Qingyuan moved, and the mud at the hole rolled away again, rolling into his shirt from the inside, directly touching him.

He was about to cry.

Westwind disgusted, wanted to laugh and couldn't bear it, squatted down and said warmly: "Come on, come out quickly, and the mud will fall off after shaking."

Qingyuan looked at the muddy muddy west wind and thought she was lying to him again. He grabbed her mud paws and came out of the pit, shaking, and the soil fell down, but it was not clean.

He tried purifying with spiritual power again, and found that the spiritual power fluttered suddenly, and finally disappeared.

"Westwind ..." Qingyuan said hardly, "I can't shake it."

Xifeng patted himself on his body, his hands spread out: "Clean."

Qingyuan looked at her like a clay figure, and her face became very ugly: "Not clean at all."

Westwind had gone to find their shadows in Bailiqingfeng, and they found that they were all gone. They didn't know where they went, and they were definitely not underground, otherwise she wouldn't feel it.

The people who passed by just now are gone. I don't know if I went away or were eaten by the monsters in the ground. This Valley of Flowers is really a creepy place.

West wind turned back, and saw Qingyuan still bowing his head and carefully dusting the dirt on his body. But with so much mud still stained on the clothes, how could it be cleaned.

"Xifeng ..." Qingyuan trembles, "Not clean."

Westwind couldn't help him. She looked around and didn't see the water source. She listened to her ears, but heard the sound of water flowing. It seems that Qingyuan is crying without resolving the mud.

"Let's go find the water." Xifeng grabbed his clothes and brought them to the place where the sound of the water came out, and said, "Is your spiritual power disturbed to such a point, is it because of seasickness."

"do not know."

Seeing him displeased, Xifeng comforted: "Don't be discouraged, you will find water soon."

Qingyuan followed her steps, looked at her muddy, and silently said, "When the tree demon was entangled with me, I didn't notice it at all, and it didn't react until it dragged me underground. I should listen. Yours, put you down, you won't be in distress with me. Or, if you say leave, I should let you leave. "

He thought he had nothing to deal with the dangers of the Valley of Flowers. Whoever wants to come in just becomes like this.

This is something he didn't expect.

He has met a strong enemy, but he has never seen a strong enemy who messed up his spiritual strength.

"Always you guard me, this time, it's my turn to protect you." Xifeng shook his hand, if not afraid that he would be dirty, she still wanted to hug him to comfort, "Dragon God wants me to introduce mortals Protect, I am going to die happily. Do you want to see me happy? "

Qingyuan nodded.

"That's right, just make me happy."

"But ..." Qingyuan looked at her with great anxiety. "Are you really not going to be killed by the tree demon?"

Xifeng's mouth twitched and replied: "No."

The water source was not far from where they were. When we walked over there, we saw a small water pool, about two feet long and wide. The water was clear and she could see the sinking rock. She opened the ripples and saw fish and shrimp swimming.

Xifeng washed his face and hands and ran into the woods, covering his eyes with his back: "Hurry, don't let others find it. Be careful if there are monsters under the water, don't be dragged away."

There was a sound of water behind, and Qingyuan entered the water.

Westwind sometimes looked at the sky and squatted to draw circles, waiting for him to come out. She tried to use a fire spell, preparing to dry his clothes for him later, otherwise the wet clothes would be very uncomfortable to wear on her body.

"West wind."

Someone stepped on a branch behind and walked slowly into the grove. She covered her eyes and opened a finger joint. When she saw Qingyuan, she couldn't help but put down her hand and looked at the dry and refreshing. He was surprised: "How do you do your clothes?" Alright? "

"It seems to be all right." Qingyuan wanted to use the wind to wipe out the small fire she lit, but the wind just passed and turned into a hurricane, instantly raising the flames.

Frightened, the west wind jumped over quickly, extinguished the fire with folded branches, and put on a gray face.

"Huh, why not again."

Qingyuan wanted to try, but was held by Xifeng's arm: "Don't try, I'm afraid the entire Valley of Flowers will be burned by you."

"Well." Qingyuan seemed to think of something. Looking at the gloomy woods, he said, "Probably because the Valley of Flowers is too gloomy. This evil spirit will affect the gods."

"Why does it affect you alone?"

"Because Jiuxiao is very clean, we are not used to it in the world, but we haven't reached that level, so it has no effect on the divine power. But this valley of flowers is so enchanted, and it happens to be able to restrain the enchantment of gods.

Xifeng didn't expect the monster to be so powerful, even Qingyuan was successful, but it was nothing like her mortal. She didn't feel right again: "But King Baili is fine."

Qingyuan twitched his eyebrows and said, "It's not that it's nothing, but it's not that fast. After all, he's not as clean as me."

Xifeng squinted at him, and despised him for having trouble with the words: "Don't use the word clean, or you will have to fight. You have to say that his divine power is not as clear as yours."

"Oh," Qingyuan said again, "so I still have no way to protect you."

He looked lonely, as if he had done something wrong.

Protecting the west wind has become a habit. Because besides being able to repel the strong enemy for her, he seemed to have nothing else that would make her willing to keep him by his side.

Once there was no way to protect her, he wondered if he would be abandoned by her.

Xifeng, who was well versed in his thoughts, hugged him with his hands open, raised his head and said seriously: "Relax, I will protect you this time."

But Qingyuan's face was still not good, and it became even more ugly.

Westwind said heavily: "I really don't despise you!"

"Then can I ... reject you?" Qing Yuan stretched his fingers tremblingly on his clothes. "Mud, it's all mud on you."

Westwind gritted his teeth: "Do not let go, otherwise I will kiss you! Kiss your face mud!"

Qingyuan's eyes widened, and he flatly refused: "Don't allow me to kiss me."

The west wind was about to jump up and shouted: "No kiss, no kiss in the future, kiss you and I'm called Nanfeng!"

Qingyuan said: "Nanfeng is pretty good."

"No talking."

"Oh."

Qingyuan thought, but the best thing was the west wind.

As Qingyuan expected, Baili Qingfeng was obviously affected by the muddy demon. He watched his friend and west wind dragged by the rhizomes into the mud to save him, but found himself also entangled by the vine rhizomes. He slashed his sword, and at first there was no difference. He was splashed on his body by blood, and suddenly felt dizzy. He was spurred by the vines.

Countless Ivy pounced on everyone, intertwined into ropes, and flew into the sky.

Little fire and Yue'er, who had turned into giant beasts, hid these vines, repulsed some more, and rushed up more, troublesome.

Zhong Ning holds the sword in his hand, avoiding the Ito attacking her. The dodging movements flowed through the clouds, and the chaos was still calm and light, without fear.

Those who entered the valley in the back were also attacked by demon vines, some were dragged into the ground, some were thrown into the sky, and others were entangled like a hundred miles of breeze.

The valley became more and more chaotic, and the group of people who were still together were gradually separated by Ivy and were overwhelmed.

Rong Qi kept hiding behind the rock, looking at the chaos in front, and did not go out easily. Not far away, three people had been entangled by Nato and dragged away from him. They wailed in pain and saw Rong Qi let him save them.

Rong Qi hid behind the rock and watched them dragged away by Xun Zuo, unwilling to go out.

Suddenly he realized that his ankle was entangled with something, looked down tremblingly, and before he responded, he was entangled in the roots protruding from the ground and dragged him down.

He suddenly stood unsteady, fell to the ground, and screamed.

The old lady, who was using a cane to brush away the entangled vine, saw that she ran forward and hit the rhizome with her cane.

The monster took the pain and withdrew the rhizome and jumped down the ground.

Rong Qi got rid of the haunting roots, and was surprised to think that when he escaped, he found that his money bag fell in the earth pit, and was swallowed by the earth pit along with the root that quickly escaped from the ground.

He was shocked and rushed over to grab the purse. The old lady took a look and hooked his belt with a cane. He said with air, "Come back! Do you even want to die?"

"Money, my money!" Rong Qi did not want to let go, but the pit was so small that the ant's hole was so small, how could he swallow him. The purse was full of gold beads. He wanted to buy something strange in the country of flowers and go back to sell it at a high price. Without this money, he could not do business.

He grabbed the purse, even if his hand was swallowed by quicksand, he would not let go.

The old woman's strength was almost exhausted, and if she continued to do so, she would die. She retracted her crutches cruelly and loosened Rong Qi completely.

Without the dragging power, Rong Qi's body was quickly buried in the pit. It wasn't until his half arm was buried by the dirt that he finally panicked and shouted, "Save me, save me!"

But no one saved him, and the old lady was weak and gasped in a calm seat.

The white-faced scholar leaned against the rock and looked at him calmly without a shot.

The breath of death was near, Rong Qi wept bitterly: "Save me, please save me, save ..."

There was no chance to finish what was not said, and his mouth was full of mud, until the end, he was full of despair.

"hiss--"

The pit spit out a few bites of blood and turned into a blood pit.

The old woman looked at the blood pit, silently, looked at the white-faced scholar who remained motionless, and said: "Why don't you save him, with your strength, you can obviously save him."

The white-faced scholar smiled: "Why should I look at the murderer in the eyes, I didn't save him because I didn't have the responsibility to do it, but I didn't kill him, so I didn't sin."

There is nothing wrong with this, but being a person is not without pushing someone standing on the edge of a cliff, or there is no sin. Without pulling the man, it is actually an indifferent sin.

She sighed, unable to blame the indifferent young man.

And if the businessman can finally release the money bag, he will not die.

The wages of avarice is death.

He really killed him.

Sad.