Bailian subconsciously raised his hand and touched Lin Yuan's frighteningly cracked fish tail, preparing to explore her injuries.
He said with a hint of worry in his tone: "Sister Lin Yuan, you have been out of the water for too long, and your body is badly broken. Let's leave the matter of the Demon River aside for now. Let's find a safe place for you to recover first."
"Yeah! Don't touch it!"
As soon as the palm of his hand touched, Lin Yuan's reaction was so great that he screamed, and the slender fingers on Bai Lian's shoulders suddenly tightened, almost embedded in his flesh.
Balian was so frightened that he quickly stopped his hand, only to feel that the delicate body behind him collapsed like a fish being electrocuted.
Immediately afterwards, Balian felt a warmth at the hem of his clothes behind him, with a faint smell of crisp musk.
The beautiful blue fish tail tightened tighter and tighter around his waist, as if it was about to break the bones in his waist.
Lin Yuan's lips were bitten with traces of bloodshot traces, and her body tensed up for a moment before falling softly on Bailian's back as if she was deflated. However, her fair face quickly turned red as if it was congested.
She gasped with great difficulty, and said with a hint of aggrieved nasal sound: "You...you are not allowed to touch me again."
Bailian's waist was tight and painful, and he dared to touch it anywhere.
Just when he quickened his pace and finally saw a faint enchantment formation in front of him, a surprised voice suddenly sounded from the jungle on one side: "Brother Si Chen? Miss Linyuan?"
Bai Lian looked sideways and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Mr. Meng?"
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The Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, the place where the demon pupils shine, is filled with scarlet moonlight.
The entire devil's cave was filled with blood as strong as wine.
After several bloody battles throughout the night, Li Xuan, the leader of the Lihe Sect, finally had time to take a good inventory of the number of remaining disciples.
Just clicking, Li Xuan's old face became extremely ugly, because he found that his precious daughter was missing?
He was like a volcano about to erupt, with murderous aura all over his body: "Where is Jiujiu? Where is my Jiujiu? I want you to watch out for the eldest lady! Why are all the people lost now!"
A young disciple with his left hand wrapped in a bandage stood up obediently: "Sect... Sect Master, the battle was in chaos at that time. I... I saw Senior Brother Lu taking Senior Sister away."
"Sect Master, don't be impatient. Senior Brother Lu has a strong spiritual power and he loves Senior Sister the most. With him protecting me, there shouldn't be any big problems."
"fart!"
The old man's face turned red and he became violent, and he cursed bloody at the disciple:
"Pig brain! Don't you know what kind of virtue your Senior Brother Lu is?! Normally he likes to show off, but now this is a great opportunity for him to be a hero and seek death alone. I will let him go! If he really loves wine Jiujiu, how could he have taken Jiujiu away from the team during such a chaotic time of war, causing him to live and die now?"
Li Xuan was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and his gray beard and hair were dancing wildly: "Evil beast! Evil beast!"
"Ah!!! Master, save me!!"
Just when the old sect leader was furious, something happened again.
A blue-black palm suddenly appeared from the cold and solid ground beneath the feet of a young disciple.
The thin and ferocious fingers of the palm were as sharp as a blade, and they penetrated deeply into the disciple's calf, penetrating to the bone!
The disciple was frightened and slashed at the hand with the sharp sword in his hand, but it did not cause any damage. Instead, it made the sound of gold and stone clashing.
Li Xuan's brows jumped sharply, and he recognized what that hand was, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't chop that hand! It's useless! That's Shenu! The descendant of the corpse demon Shebishi, the body is indestructible, and the nails are It has extremely terrifying corpse poison! We can’t take that leg anymore! Cut off the leg as soon as possible if you want to survive!”
That disciple was still young and looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. How could he accept the tragic fate of being disabled for life.
His face was suddenly covered with tears and runny nose. He looked back at Li Xuan and cried: "Sect Master! I don't want to be a cripple! I think I can save him one more time! Wuwuwu..."
Li Xuan was extremely anxious: "Don't think so! It's useless to save me! No matter how much I try to save my life, I won't be able to save my life..."
"Roar!!!"
The Shenu buried underground was obviously an impatient guy, so he broke out of the ground directly.
The whole figure was like a wild beast, bringing up a green-black afterimage and throwing the crying young disciple to the ground. The sharp fangs bit directly through the young man's neck very roughly, swallowing the blood in large mouthfuls.
The sword in the young man's hand fell to the ground powerlessly, and he looked at his brothers with helpless and empty eyes. His mouth opened and closed, but he could not say a word. He could only make a helpless, hoarse and broken voice.
"Damn it!"
Li Xuan's eyes trembled fiercely, because in all directions of them, headed by the Shenu just now, a dense patch of earth was gathered on the cold and hard ground.
This scene is like being in a mass grave... countless corpses are waking up from the underground tombs.
The eyes of the young disciple who was bitten to death were also covered with a gray-green color.
The whole person was lifeless but stood up crookedly, and followed step by step the extravagant slave who crawled out of the ground and walked toward the group of people with cruel eyes.
They were surrounded from all sides. When everyone thought that soon they would be assimilated into unconscious monsters like their junior brother, their hearts became filled with cold despair.
When someone saw this scene, the sword in his hand dropped to the ground in shock. He collapsed and knelt on the ground, grabbing his hair frantically and shouting: "I want to go home! I want to go home!!!"
The cries of despair and collapse are extremely contagious. For many days in the Ancient Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, most of their companions were killed or injured. They have been able to support themselves so far with the desire to go home.
But now they are facing a luxury slave who is invulnerable to water, fire, sword and sword. Just wiping its fingernails will interfere with the terrifying corpse poison. How can they still survive?
Li Xuan subconsciously touched the empty sword pouch behind him that he had carried for hundreds of years, with a sad expression.
Is it possible that their Lihe Sect is really running out of energy?
I just feel sorry for his daughter Li Jiujiu. I don’t know where she is now. Is she safe?
With the determination to die, the old man slashed his palm with the long sword in his hand, and the blood blended into the sword light. He used the sword energy to activate a protective barrier, covering all the disciples in his sect.
This is the Sword Blood Formation, a protective barrier created using one's own essence and blood as a guide.
Now that Li Xuan has cultivated in the Spirit Bearing Realm, he thinks he can survive for a while.
Who would have thought that the disciple's collapsed heart had just stabilized when a high-level Shen slave, who was twice as tall as an ordinary Shen slave and with long black chains wrapped around his body, stepped through the darkness.
It picked up the thick chain between its arms and smashed it hard on the newly condensed barrier.
The huge semicircular barrier instantly twisted and collapsed, turning into dots of starry night light and dispersing like fragmented brilliance.
