"It's time to come..."

Fang Yan held Bai Zhenzhen's body and looked up at the virtual patterns in the sky. He calculated that the variable was coming, but he didn't know who was coming. There were countless possibilities mixed with them, including Nangong Lin, the mortal enemy of Tianyin Taoist of the Random Cultivation League, Huihai, the Buddhist son, Chu Xiuwei and Bai Zhi from the Donghua Sect, and even the ancestor of the Demonic Dao's Tribulation Period.

On the other side...

Li Mufan's mind was constantly thinking, but his sword was not slow at all. He saw that he had flew hundreds of miles away, almost flying over Luocheng, and he gradually relaxed.

This distance should be safe!

Li Mufan began to recall the distribution of the intersection of Ganbeitang. The most important thing now is to escape to Beitang, which is the territory of the Qingming Sword Sect and other forces in the Immortal Dao League. Because if you want to start a war with the Demon Dao, there will inevitably be many real-level cultivators. Only then will he show his identity as a disciple of the Donghua Sect, his life will be truly guaranteed.

While thinking about it, a chuckle suddenly appeared on his head: "Where are you going?"

Before half a stick of incense, this greeting surprised Li Mufan very much; but at this moment, when he heard this, he felt a chill, straightened from his tail vertebra to his forehead, his muscles were all stiff, and when his feet slipped, he bumped into the mountain with one head-breaking sounds of branches and leaves breaking, and I don’t know how many marks were drawn on his body. Li Mufan hit the root of the tree, his eyes full of stars, and at the same time, the air around him became cold and biting.

"Don't kill me!"

He screamed, and the sticky liquid on his forehead slid down. It was probably because of the hard object that he had knocked his head out of it, but he didn't care about the pain and struggled to turn it up, running wildly in the dense forest with his head in his mouth. The mottled tree shadows turned into thin silk threads, whipping on him, like a desperate cloak, under his head.

"Pound--"

In a panic, Li Mufan could no longer tell the difference between shadow and entity. He was in a daze and hit the tree trunk. The new and old pain were added together, making his eyes dark and his body immediately soft.

This collision also shattered his last bit of courage to struggle.

Blood dripped along the corners of his eyes on the ground. He opened his eyes a slit, and the dress of the same color as the blood appeared in the haze, and the skirt woven in the yarn was fluttering slightly with the mountain breeze.

"Give me aside!"

He moaned, turned half of his body with difficulty, trying to reach out to frame the skirt. This was a desperate begging, and he hoped to get his life that he would be seized. The skirt floated back a step without letting him meet. However, Li Mufan could feel that the "adult" who held his life, death, honor and disgrace was looking at him with an interesting look. Perhaps, she was considering whether to do personal favors; or perhaps, she was considering where to take the knife!

Fear grew from the deepest part of his heart, and in an instant he filled his whole body. He could even feel a strange numbness flowing out from the depths of his body, slowly soaking his body.

What? It made his whole body sour and soft?

He swayed his body on his side twice, and finally turned over, faced to the ground, and sank on the ground: "Ancestor Chi Yin... show mercy! Show mercy!"

"Noisy!"

The demon concubine cursed lightly, and the almost wailing scream was cut off by a knife. He pressed his forehead against the ground, his whole body stiffened, and he didn't dare to move. After a few breaths, this tense state turned into a trembling trembling. The more nervous and restrained he was, the more obvious the trembling became, until he could no longer suppress it, and his whole body touched the surrounding branches and leaves, making a rustling sound. Although the sound was not loud, thinking about the demon concubine's "noisy" just now, it was even more terrifying than thunder!

He turned his eyes hard, hoping to observe the expression of the demon concubine from the corner of his eyes, but after he tried his best, all he could see was the blood-red skirt and a little delicate upper that appeared from time to time. This blood-red color was a faint demon fire, which swallowed his hope bit by bit, and then secreted an ugly turbid liquid, injecting into his almost shriveled heart.

"You...want to live?"

The demon concubine's voice could not be heard, but it was unparalleled.

Li Mufan trembled suddenly, his soft body wriggled on the ground twice, and after trying hard to shorten the distance with the demon concubine, he raised his face with difficulty; this face was covered with soil, tears, and snot, covering his last bit of handsomeness, and the rest was just embarrassment and humility. He shouted repeatedly: "I want to live, I want to live! Please... you are so kind, you are so kind!"

"Go and see your uncle for the last time!" The extremely subtle, there was a hint of sadness in the tone of the demon concubine.

Of course, this emotion was definitely not born because of Li Mufan. After spending some time, Li Mufan returned to the mountain road outside the city just now. The appearance here has completely changed. The narrow mountain road was cut in half by huge force, and the surrounding mountain walls were also riddled with holes. Dangerous stones slid from the broken mountain at once. At first glance, it seemed like they were about to collapse. Bai Zhenzhen was lying on a pile of rocks, her limbs were forcibly twisted into deformities by external forces, and she was even more broken. She was slumped there, motionless.

Li Mufan's eyes twitched twice, but he did not dare to make any moves. He looked at the demon concubine, wanting to get some information from her. However, there was no sign of it. Li Mufan was frozen there, feeling that every part of his body was as uncomfortable as a needle. The silent atmosphere lasted for a long time before he could barely pluck up the courage and walk towards Bai Zhenzhen. The gravel was "klazi" under his feet, and wailing about to collapse.

When Li Mufan was still a few steps away from Bai Zhenzhen, he found that Bai Zhenzhen had sensed his existence. He seemed to want to turn his head, but she had lost such ability. Seeing her appearance, Li Mufan felt sad and almost rushed forward. However, in this situation, his attachment to his life was obviously better.

The wind sounded loudly from behind, and the demon concubine also came to Li Mufan, leaned down slightly, and spoke in his ear: "Look, it's there. If you want to live, your life will fall on her!"

Bai Zhenzhen, who was lying on the ground, had no eyes, and Fang Yan, who was hiding in this body, cursed in her heart. This concubine Chi Yin was so vicious and her mind was very fast. As soon as Li Mufan left, she chased her back.

As long as Li Mufan goes down with one sword and stabs into the vital point, he can fulfill his wish. But what should Li Mufan's own life be like?

He shouted softly: "My Demon King, I'm sorry!"

After saying that, his wrist trembled, and the sword light flashed, and a sword attacked back with ignorant sword. In the harsh wind, he seemed to see the mocking smile that the demon concubine hung on the corner of her mouth. As expected, his every move was expected in the demon concubine's eyes, or childish and ridiculous, so she was unmoved. However, Li Mufan seemed to have seen the outstanding figure of the beauty when she first met Bai Zhenzhen, and the friendship that taught him that sword.
Chapter completed!