After Xiaoqing finished saying this, the air instantly fell into a strange silence.

Fahai's face changed again and again, his eyebrows frowned, and a cold light burst out from his dark eyes, like a biting ice blade shooting towards Xiaoqing who was hiding behind Fu Yin.

Xiaoqing let out a light sniff, moved behind Fu Yin, and said pitifully: "Brother, you see that his eyes are so fierce. He must have taken me away. I'm so scared."

Poria sound is silent.

He had always known that the little green snake was peeking at him, and he noticed it the moment Fahai appeared.

This person and one demon are destined to fight.

But it shouldn't be now.

Fu Yin was originally not going to interfere. At this stage, compared to this person and a demon, what he cared more about was Xu Xian, the lucky one who had a scoundrel.

After all, Xu Xian should not be captured by monsters on the Broken Bridge in West Lake.

However, Fu Yin was not going to interfere, but the little green snake took the initiative to run to him and hid. The instinct of seeking shelter when facing danger was keen.

If the plot of this world develops, he will indeed appear to save him when the little green snake is about to be taken into the purple gold bowl by Fahai.

After that, let the little green snake enter his jade bottle and concentrate on practicing.

Seeing that the scholar in white in front of him did not respond to him, Xiaoqing emphasized again: "Brother, I am not the kind of bad monster that can kill people. Instead, this monk is too determined to kill and has taken many good monsters, which is no different from a demon monk."

Hearing Xiaoqing say this, Fahai's hand holding Qingtian Zen Staff burst out with terrifying blue veins.

Although he is a Buddhist, what he practices and learns is not a Zen method that is empty in all four elements and has a united mood. The snake demon pretends to be weak and talks nonsense. If he does not accept this cunning and treacherous snake demon, he will definitely cause trouble in the future.

Fahai was thinking firmly, but after meeting the white-clothed scholar's gaze, the anger in his heart suddenly dissipated a lot. However, his face was still very serious, and his thin lips were always tense, looking cold and hard and sharp.

Seeing that the killing intention in Fahai's eyes was loose, Xiaoqing looked at the back of the scholar in white in front of him. Because of the angle, he could not see the scholar's expression at the moment, and could not see anything from his face.

The other party has never spoken or given him any physical response since he hid behind him.

Of course, he did not avoid him either.

Xiaoqing was not sure what the scholar thought, which made him feel a little nervous.

In fact, Xiaoqing's mood was quite complicated about her behavior of hiding behind a mortal, seeking shelter.

He couldn't tell why he did this. This instinctive behavior of a body faster than thinking was like a subconscious mind that he felt that as long as he hid behind this man, he would be able to escape this crisis. He was absolutely safe and nothing happened.

If you think about it carefully, there is no reason, and there is no logic at all.

Xiaoqing himself found it incredible. He was a mortal and a scholar, so what kind of power he could compete with Fahai?

However, although Xiaoqing thought about this in her heart, she did not show any signs of it at all. She even leaned forward again, getting closer to the scholar in white in front of her.

Let’s not talk about the ones next to you. There is a faint lotus fragrance on this scholar’s ​​body, which is not the kind of book title page, and it smells quite pleasant.

Fu Yin felt the little green snake approaching behind him. His lips were slightly pursed and he was about to speak. Fahai spoke first: "This donor, what this monster said is not credible."

His tone was a little anxious, as if he was afraid that Fu Yin would listen to the monster's words and stop him.

Although Fahai himself didn't know why he felt that this mortal scholar had the ability to stop him.

Xiaoqing rolled her eyes at Fahai and said sarcastically: "What monsters say is unreliable. Sometimes your desires and ambitions are much more terrifying than monsters."

"Monsters are not necessarily evil, and people are not necessarily good. You, the old bald donkey, have taken so many monsters, and you have committed many murders."

"You..." Fahai couldn't say anything about Xiaoqing, and his anger that had just disappeared was raised again.

"How long are you going to argue?" At this time, Fu Yin, who had not spoken, spoke in a faint tone. The gentle voice was like a breeze passing across the coast, instantly eased the tension lingering in the air.

Fahai immediately said to Fu Yin: "Good, I don't want to argue with him." He glanced at Xiaoqing with disgust.

Xiaoqing sneered lightly and returned an equally disgusting look.

Fu Yin looked up at the sky of the West Lake and said to the man and the demon: "What you should care about now may not be the other party."

Xiaoqing and Fahai heard this and looked at Fu Yin at the same time, but they didn't quite understand the meaning of Fu Yin.

Fu Yin raised his hand and pointed diagonally opposite, something was condensing above that direction.

At this time, the demon-subduing purple gold bowl Meng in Fahai's hand also began to shake strongly, making a muffled sound like a bell and drum.

Fahai's face changed, and he was so powerful!

As if he realized something, he suddenly looked in the direction pointed by Fu Yin, and saw a huge black mist covering this side at lightning speed.

"Go away!" Fahai shouted at Fu Yin immediately.

"It's too late." Xiaoqing's expression also became serious.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the black fog had already spread above their heads, and in an instant, they completely surrounded them.

As both monsters, Xiaoqing could naturally feel the power of the visitor. What lingers in the black fog was the demonic power that was more than ten times higher than his cultivation level in the past three hundred years.

He is a monster with a deep knowledge of Taoism.

Xiaoqing wanted to break through the black fog around her and flew away, but found that her body suddenly became very heavy, as if she was paralyzed, and all her movements became very slow.

Compared with Xiaoqing, Fahai had a guardian robes to protect his body, and the impact was much less in this ball of black mist. He blocked Fu Yin behind him, aimed the Zijin Bo Meng in the direction with the strongest demonic energy, and began to recite the spell.

In the dark environment, although vision has been hindered to a certain extent, it does not affect Fahai's perception of the demonic energy.

Fu Yin looked at Fahai who was blocking her. According to the old woman's description, this black mist was more like a toxin, which could numb the nerves. Whether it was seen, smelled, or stained with the skin, his vision and movement would be damaged, and it would become more and more serious as time goes by.

Judging from the intensity of the demonic energy in the black fog, the monster's Taoist practice has been at least seven thousand years.

The little green snake has only been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years now. Although the Fahai has many magic weapons, it is not enough to subdue a monster with seven thousand years of cultivation.

If he takes action, the situation will naturally be reversed, but this also means that his identity will be exposed.

As of the current situation, Fu Yin does not intend to reveal his identity here. He just needs to follow the line of this monster to find Xu Xian who was captured by the other party.

Fu Yinxin was thinking about it. When a red shadow with extremely heavy yin energy hit Fahai, she pretended to be trapped by the black fog and could not move. She stood quietly in place, watching Fahai and the red shadow at a speed that was difficult for mortals to capture, and fought back and forth.

As for Xiaoqing, under the crushing of absolute cultivation, his three hundred years of Taoism faced this red shadow, like a mayfly shaking a tree.

He was also smart, knowing that he was not strong enough, and did not choose to fight hard. Instead, he began to carefully observe this unpredictable red shadow, trying to find the weakness of his move from the opponent's offensive.

But soon Xiaoqing found that her eyesight became a little blurred and her throat gradually became dry, as if she was slowly burning by something.

Damn it!

Xiaoqing cursed in her heart.

Could it be that he was not taken away by the mortal Fahai today, but was instead trapped in the hands of a monster?

What is the origin of this red shadow monster?

Fahai and it fought dozens of times, but he could not see what kind of monster this group of red shadow monster was.

If he had known that he would have encountered such a thing today, he would have practiced for hundreds of years before he could come out.

I don’t know if this red shadow monster will give him a code for the sake of their own monsters.

In just a dozen seconds, Xiaoqing thought a lot.

Seeing Fahai's movements slower and slower, and after he was completely unable to move, Xiaoqing finally couldn't hold back and immediately said to Hongying who was approaching him: "Good brother, good sister, for the sake of our monsters, please let me go."

Fahai looked at him coldly.

Xiaoqing didn't care about Fahai's look, he was still a little green snake that had just cultivated into a human form. What's wrong with being able to bend and stretch?

At this moment, a little sharp laugh came from the air: "You little demon, your mouth is very sweet."

It is a female voice, exuding a kind of evil spirit.

The moment this sound fell, the red shadow in the black fog dissipated, and then the black fog that had originally blocked its sight also became thinner.

"Shisheshe...shisheshe...shisheshe..."

Amid the rustling and strange sounds, a big red sedan carried by tens of thousands of spiders gradually appeared.

The red sedan chair and the red wedding silk, both in appearance and outfit, are almost the same as the kind of wedding sedan chair the bride rides in. The only difference is probably the size of the sedan chair.

On the top of the sedan chair, a banshee wearing a red gauze sat with her legs raised. The banshee was graceful, with her eyebrows like willow leaves, her red lips, and her beautiful pink at the ends of her eyes like peach blossoms, adding a bit of shimmering seductiveness.

In her hand, she was holding a long magic weapon that was very similar to the cigarette pole, squinted her eyes slightly, looking at Fu Yin and the others with a lazy face.

Her gaze first swept over Xiaoqing who made a sound at the beginning, and then turned her gaze to Fu Yin.

As for Fahai, she had already seen the handsome monk clearly when she was fighting with him with the Red Soul.

Xiaoqing looked at her and said, "Beautiful good sister, please let me go."

The banshee covered her mouth and chuckled, looked at Xiaoqing, and shook her head gently: "I can't bear to let go of such a handsome little demon, sister."

After the words were finished, she ignored Xiaoqing and instead focused on Fuyin again.

Fu Yin raised her eyes and met the banshee's gaze.

The banshee paused for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and eyes slightly, looked up and down with charm, and nodded with satisfaction: "Although she doesn't look good, her temperament is still excellent."

Fu Yin didn't care about the banshee's evaluation. He thought of the dissipated red shadow just now, and his eyes stayed at the mouth of the shaking bowl of the cigarette pole in the banshee's hand for two seconds.

Seeing Fu Yin's vision stay, the banshee's red lips curled up: "I'm very interested? If you are interested, I'll let you see enough after you go back with me."

She said it in an ambiguous way, and her fingertips slowly stroked her naked skin on her chest, and smiled meaningfully, "Of course, I will take a look at other places thoroughly."

"It's extremely ridiculous! You are so shameless!" Before Fu Yin could speak, Fahai on the side was already full of anger.
To be continued...