Dijun's black moonlight is back

Ling Yu let go of the knife and fell to his knees completely.

Her five senses were fading rapidly, and she could hardly feel the pain anymore.

Dimly, she seemed to see Wen Jingchan, the beautiful little Zhenjun standing under a tree full of locust flowers, smiling lightly at her.

The formation originally pulled Ling Yu's flesh and blood, but now that she was seriously injured, her whole body relaxed.

She knelt there and lowered her head, greedily enjoying the moment of peace.

There were many dead people around Lingyu. She couldn't even name these people. She only knew that they were the senior brothers and sisters who had started before her.

The strong smell of blood in her nose was because their blood flowed to her feet.

why?

They don't even know themselves and are willing to stand in front of them?
Are all the disciples in the Mingshan Immortal Sect so selfless?
But if they knew that the person they were fighting to protect was the culprit who set the mountain on fire, would they still be willing to step forward?
Lingyu felt a little tired, and she fell straight to the ground.

The strange thing was that before her senses completely faded, a violent bright light flashed in front of her eyes, and then she saw Wen Jingchan again.

He sat in the middle of a shallow pool with blue water stretching to the sky, thinking deeply about the end game.

Ling Yu was about to walk over, but found that he had turned into a little black bird.

Wen Jingchan also saw her, so he waved to her: "Lingyu, come here."

She immediately flew over and landed in Wen Jingchan's palm, raising her little head to look at him.

Wen Jingchan smiled gently and gently touched the top of her head.

Lingyu always felt that there was an indescribable divinity in him, and it seemed that it was not cultivated by him.

His palms were wide and warm, and Ling Yu curled up in his palms, tightly wrapped in warmth.

Like spring water, like winter sun.

She wanted to stay a little longer, but the increasingly powerful force in her body told her that everything was a dream and that she should wake up.

The guarding formation at the mountain gate was defeated by the mandrills, and scales with golden light flew out from the center of the formation like fireflies.

It's just that their speed is much faster than the flying fireflies.

Yanzhao stood in the middle, and because he had no time to dodge, he was scratched dozens of times by them.

The scales all had a target, and it was Ling Yu who fell to the ground not far away.

When they approached Ling Yu, they slowed down and floated beside her like floating light.

Not only Yanzhao, but also the people in Mingjing Mountain were stunned.

The scales gathered around her, and penetrated into Ling Yu's body at the moment when the light was at its strongest.

Then her wounds healed quickly, and her frowning brows gradually relaxed due to pain.

This is her power. She is looking for scales, and they are looking for her.

On the day she first entered Mingjing Mountain, a mirage of golden scales in the clouds appeared at the mountain gate.

That's the connection between them and their master.

Lingyu was lifted up by an invisible force and floated in the air. The power in the remaining formation was also attracted by the scales and injected into her body.

She was already at the end of her rope, but now she had a chance to survive.

The defensive formation completely dissipated, and Ling Yu opened his eyes at this moment.

She opened her palms, and Chun Shanxiao, who was lying in a pool of blood, immediately vibrated and flew into her hands in an instant.

There was sky fire all over her body that others could not see. When she held the long knife, the high temperature dried up the blood in the blink of an eye.

Ling Yu opened her eyes, with golden flames burning in her pupils.

She walked in the air as if walking on flat ground, and with every step she took, a green-gold lotus flashed under her feet for a moment.

"You took my things." Lingyu looked straight at Yanzhao.

She had already felt it, but she just couldn't confirm it just now.Now that the scales were back in her body, the feeling became even stronger.

Xingzhao spread his palm towards her: "Okay, I'll give it back to you."

There was a piece of golden scale in his hand, and he flew back towards Ling Yu the moment he lost his restraint.

Lingyu didn't even look at it: "That's not it."

She stopped ten steps away and pointed the knife at Yanzhi's heart: "Here."

Yanzhao was stunned for a moment, then looked down at where she was pointing: "Although I like you..."

He raised his eyes and looked at Ling Yu: "You can't slander me for having fallen in love with you, right?"

Ling Yu didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, she directly held the knife with one hand and struck at it.

Everyone below even saw only an afterimage of her, followed by the loud sound of swords clashing.

Waves of buzzing hit everyone's eardrums, and all the disciples who were not sufficiently cultivated covered their ears.

Ji Meng was perched on an ancient tree far away, watching the fight in front of the mountain gate from a distance.

"A spiritual genius has emerged from Mingjing Mountain," he murmured, "Is he so strong?"

Yun Xia protected a disciple beside her and shouted to Yun Ting not far away: "Brother, do you want to inform the master?"

"Master has been in seclusion for many days," Yun Ting said. "Chaos has not shown up today. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you and me to find him."

He felt that if Master Shu Ci and Junior Brother Wen Yu were not here, it would not be the Demon Lord's turn to be so arrogant today.

Fortunately, his apprentice seems to be very capable.

Although he almost died just now, for some reason, he suddenly recovered and became stronger.

He even beat the Demon Lord until he had no ability to fight back.

Lingyu kicked Yanzhao in the chest, Shen Dao charged up and slashed again.

Chunshanxiao is not a famous weapon in the world, it is just a knife that she picked up casually from Po Nian Pond.

The forger cast it from black steel and placed it in the volcanic mountains to temper it for hundreds of years before completely forgetting about it.

Buildings rise and fall, the sea changes, the mountains can turn into valleys, and the valleys can turn into rivers. Chunshan laughs in the river and is washed into Po Nian Pond.

There are snow-capped mountains and ice veins under the pool, and they have been frozen for countless years.

Only such a person can have a knife worthy of being held by Ling Yu.

Xingzhao blocked with Lihuo, but Lingyu kept pressing down, almost reaching the lifeline of his neck.

Ling Yu gave him a rare smile, then let go of the knife and ducked behind Xing Mandrill.

She put her palms together and struck Xingzhao hard on the back.

Yanzhao bumped towards Chunshanxiao, but just when he was about to be cut off by a knife, Lingyu suddenly recalled Chunshanxiao.

In fact, it wasn't her who recalled him, but the knife that protected him and flew to her side.

She wanted to kill Xingzhi, but the palm hit him, which gave her a splitting headache.

Ling Yu held the knife, flew forward and slashed down one after another.

Yanzhao could only keep blocking. He didn't expect that Lingyu just took back the scales, and he was unable to parry.

"Do you really want to kill me?" Yanzhao finally reacted.

Lingyu Hengdao: "Don't you want to kill me too?"

With one strike, the huge force pressed the mandrill and hit the ground, causing dust to fly for a while.

Comfortable