The Demon in the Mirror

From the seaside back to the Valley of Flowers, the valley is full of misery, and there is probably not much left for the last batch of people coming in. Even the female emperor sensed the wandering breath, and caught a strong uncomfortable smell.

"Demon rushes to the sky." Westwind looked at the heavy malaria under the hillside, without joy, but only full of worry, she sighed, "Don't talk about mortals, even catching the demon master, must be afraid of this malaria."

The emperor asked, "Where did your two beasts go?"

The Valley of Flowers is complex and wide, and the west wind can't see the small fire from the top. She didn't want to spend too much effort to find people, but now she can't find Xiao Huo, and the way forward is difficult. She didn't want Qingyuan to expend effort, in case she would restrain him if she was close to it, what should she do, she had to save her strength.

"Wait."

The west wind coagulated the bleeding beads on the fingers again, and dripped to the ground. The underground rhizomes smelled of blood, but they were afraid and did not dare to step forward and learn. The blood bead penetrated the ground, like a fish swimming underground, looking for the place where the small fire was.

"Found it." Xifeng looked at Qingyuan and narrowed his eyes into a slit. "Master Qinglong, I heard that you have recovered your spiritual power?"

Qingyuan opened his hand quite consciously: "Hug you."

The west wind rushed in front of him, rejoicing. When he saw him reach out to the emperor again, Xifeng's face changed, and he hugged his hands and glared: "No!"

He even wanted to hug another girl, and he owed him again.

Qing Yuan wondered and asked: "Why don't you allow me to build a hood for the emperor, otherwise I will be poisoned to death."

"... Aren't you going to hug her?"

"No hug, I only hug you."

Xifeng's face was redder, and he hugged him and said, "I knew I had no chance to beat you."

Qingyuan frowned, always wanted to beat him, why always wanted to beat him.

The female emperor looked at the two men and leaned their hands, waiting for them to finish.

Satisfied Xifeng took the initiative to step out of his arms and smiled: "Go."

Qingyuan, who had not been disturbed by the demon tree, soon built a spiritual shield for the emperor, and then took the west wind and flew down with the emperor.

The female emperor knew some techniques of Xuanmen, but it was the first time to fly by the wind. People are at a height, and they see the scene on the ground more clearly.

The land of the Valley of Flowers has been dyed red, like a large dye tank, with red dye poured. The people who entered were all bloody, and the **** smell fluttered up into the sky, piercing into the nose, which was uncomfortable.

The west wind pointed the way and flew in the direction of the small fire, but for a moment, I saw a red shadow.

"small fire--"

The small fire that was driving the blood vines heard the cries, looked up, and saw that the west wind came down from the sky, and flew towards it through heavy malaria. The man in Tsing Yi holding her down is Qinglong. It is slightly unexpected, Qinglong has recovered its power?

That's why Baili Shenjun is still a sick seedling. He still has no strength on his back. He still has to build a wall with spiritual force to protect him.

In a blink of an eye, Qingyuan had held the west wind and stopped in front of it. His feet did not fall to the ground. Xifeng came down from his arms and opened his hand to hold Xiaohuo's big nose: "I want to worry about dying."

Xiaohuo was unmoved and snorted twice, "Speak, what do you want me to do?"

Everyone is so familiar, don't act, it doesn't believe it.

Westwind smiled: "Quickly change the fire rat."

"Then it is necessary to burn the whole valley. There are so many people here. Do you want them to become barbecues?"

"These monsters cut more and more, but they are afraid of fire alone."

The fire was clear, no more scruples, the idea just started, the body's aura suddenly burned, and the figure became even larger. He stood in the valley of flowers, and he instantly burned the blood vine roots and fled around. Dare to get close.

A blood vine that Yue'er, who was still fighting in the distance, was struggling violently. When he couldn't hold it tightly, he saw the blood vine's head twisted and turned into ashes directly in his hand. It was stunned for a moment, wondering what happened. Suddenly the heat wave came, and looked up, and saw a mighty fire beast with red hair, standing between the world.

It looked straight, and no matter how many times it looked, it felt that the little mouse ... no, this fire beast is the most powerful monster it has ever seen. Of course, Qinglong does not count.

Unfortunately, the big monster already has a master.

Yue'er clapped the dust on his hand and was about to fly there. When he saw the white-faced scholar standing beside the rock, he stretched out his small claws and grabbed him, so he flew there.

The flames of the small fire really worked for Xie Zuo, and the west wind clearly felt that the surrounding Xie Zhuang fled wildly and had nowhere to go. Even Qingyuan felt that the outside would not be so uncomfortable, he thought, holding the west wind and moving closer to the small fire.

"little mouse--"

A cloud of black rushed from midair to the ground, blasting mud and dust, and the flames on the small fire were all twisted three inches.

Yue'er staggered a few steps to stop, put down the scholar who was about to be strangled by it, shook his body, and turned into a girl: "I'm so stupid, how could I not think of using fire, and tearing me to death."

The white-faced scholar's face was originally white, and now it's even whiter. He coughed a few times holding the tree, and he sympathized with him when he saw the west wind-whether it is a dragon or a small coal ball, they are monsters who don't know the power of control. Wait for mortals.

"Student, do you want to move on? We are going to the giant tree, the hinterland of the Valley of Flowers. If you go there to a mortal, it may be very dangerous."

The white-faced student laughed bitterly: "Is there a retreat now? Going back is also a dead end, it is better to go with you."

Westwind thinks it's right, unless the small fire can cover him all the way out, it can be safe, but the small fire can't go. Now that the bloodthirsty banshee can be resolved, the crisis of the entire country of flowers and foreigners can be lifted, and the whole island is put into danger only for one person. Westwind will not do so.

"Then follow you."

"Thank you girl."

The west wind jumped on Xiaohuo's back, trying to see where the giant tree was, but as soon as he went up, he saw the breeze that was paralyzed there. Then Qingyuan who came up also saw it, and then saw Xifeng ran to his friend and squatted to touch his face. Qingyuan stepped forward a few steps and said, "Friend, you have also been wicked into the body."

Baili Qingfeng, who was lying on the red skin of Xiaohuo, was only awake now. He was weak and said: "Friend, this feeling is like someone who has cramped bones and turned into a cake without bones ... "

Qingyuan watched Xifeng's hand grasping his friend's wrist as he probed his spiritual power, and immediately changed it over to build a spiritual cover for him. Xifeng saw another vinegar in his face, smiled his lips, and looked at the distance, and saw no trace of a giant tree, nor did she know that it was the banshee who hid the tree, or whether ordinary people could not see the tree at all.

She thought about it, jumped down, and went to the empress to show her directions.

Seeing him full of energy, Baili Qingfeng, who was recovering his strength, asked, "Friend, why are you all gone?"

Qingyuan spit out: "Because I am very powerful."

Baili Qingfeng didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes, but it gradually became less uncomfortable. When he realized that his friends were still sending spiritual power for him, he tried to withdraw his hand, but did not withdraw. He secretly lamented that although his friend was poisonous, he still cared about him.

"Friend, don't have to expend any effort."

"No," Qing Yuan stubbornly said, "If you can't stand up, the west wind is about to carry you."

"... Why would the Westwind girl carry me?"

"She is so good and will definitely help the weak."

Baili Qingfeng almost suffocated in a breath: "Where am I weak! And where is there a man who will let the girl back, the girl refuses, and the man will not do it."

Qingyuan suddenly said: "A man will not let the girl back?"

"Of course not." Baili Qingfeng suddenly guessed something and raised the corner of his eyes. "Aren't ... you let Xifeng girl carry you?"

Qingyuan once again said flatly, "No!"

"Hey."

"..." Qingyuan, who was dismantled on the spot, immediately got up, and anyone who wanted to see Xifeng brought the empress up. He immediately leaned over without looking at her.

No wonder Westwind was so angry at the time.

When Xifeng came up, he saw his very depressed back. After looking at it, he asked Baili Qingfeng: "What's wrong with him?"

Bai Liqing, who was already full of energy, said: "Probably because of the fact that he found himself a stupid dragon."

"Qingyuan is not stupid." Xifeng looked at the solitary back and said, "No one is as powerful as him, and no one is smarter than him."

Baili Qingfeng looked at her short protector, the laughter was clear, and he clearly despised his friend so much on weekdays. His gaze shifted, but he saw the woman standing behind her, his waist suddenly stood straighter, and walked towards her: "Miss Zhong, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The empress nodded politely to him, without answering, and directly pointed to the distance, and said to the west wind: "There, where the giant tree is, you can only see it within ten feet."

"This tree is really magical." Xifeng sighed, walking towards Xiaohuo's head, passing Qingyuan standing straight, reaching out and holding his hand forward.

She looked at Xifeng's profile with Qingyuan who was walking forward, and said silently, "I will carry you in the future."

Xifeng turned to look at him seriously, and nodded with a smile: "Okay."

Qingyuan was so angry that he walked quickly and led her away.

The small fire, trampled on the back by a bunch of people, waited on the spot very nicely, but Yueer saw a bunch of people walking around on his back. Are you angry? "

Xiao Huo looked down at it, not right. She looked at her, and the child who turned into Bai Bai Jing Ling Ling was really strange: "Why angry?"

"Because you are a big monster, the big monster doesn't like to be trampled on."

"Of course not, but they are all friends of Westwind."

"Oh ..." Yue'er recovered, and said, "But I'm not a friend of Westwind."

The small fire paused: "You ... hiccups."

"..." Big monster never burps! Yue'er feels that it is completely free of the majesty of the big monster. The big monster should have a heart that dominates the Six Realms, not a mortal spirit.

But Yue'er also felt that it seemed quite happy to follow the monster catcher running around the world.

wrong! This is wrong! The monster must be like a monster.

Yue'er firmly confirmed her thoughts, and she almost shook her.

Xiao Huo looked at the contemplative, Shui Ling girl with a sullen face, and ... hiccupped silently.

It was almost sunset, and there was almost no voice in the valley, no birds and beasts. Except for their group, it seemed that all living things were silent here.

Xifeng was looking for her brother and beauty sister all the way, if found, let them come together. Although Brother Brother will never do anything to die, she also believes he can leave on his own, but she is still worried.

Six people sat on the back of the fire and flew towards the giant tree. The closer you get there, the more suffocating you feel. Near the giant tree, the malaria attacked, and no one could be seen on the ground. As he moved closer and closer, even the small fire felt strenuous, and could no longer completely resolve the rich malaise.

Even the spiritual cover set by Qingyuan personally had cracks.

Baili Qingfeng was surprised: "What the **** is this?"

"It is a demon specializing in dealing with God Realm, or a demon." Qing Yuan raised his hand and flicked, repairing the crack for everyone.

The red hair on Xiaohuo's body has been dyed with black gas and is no longer as bright as red. Yue'er clutched her ears tightly. If her strength didn't fall, she would protect it immediately.

Suddenly, the west wind saw a clear land, a valley that had been covered by the miasma. There should be no clean place. But there was obviously cleared of the malaria gas, which was more purified than the flame of the small fire.

Surprised in her heart, she hurriedly opened her eyes to see the sky. There was a bright pearl shining brightly on the turbid ground, and she dared not be close.

He walked all the way, and the demon gas retreated all the way. The pearl floated on his head and disbanded evil spirits.

But looking closely, it doesn't seem to be a bead.

She has seen it.

I saw it in Corn Village.

She suddenly stunned, jumped from the back of the small fire, and fell in front of the man who was about to approach the tree, watching him with a stunned expression: "Brother."

Wuying saw that she had suddenly fallen down, and was about to ask her to see how good she was. She saw that she had a wrong look and suddenly remembered what he was using, and her cold face immediately froze.

The west wind stared at the people who used the Lingquan to purify the miasma. The eyes were incredible: "Why ... do you have the spirit of Lingquan in the corn village?"