Journey to the head

Faced with such a desperate scene, Wang Ruoyu raised his shield high, stood in front of Jiang Baitao, and shouted: "Little uncle, run away!"

Li Da smiled bitterly in his heart. This fool is still showing his loyalty right now. He could have escaped long ago, why should he wait until now?

This time everyone is going to die here. No, they are going to take the junior uncle as a hostage, but she can still survive.

Thinking of this and looking at the glistening beads of sweat on the forehead of the girl next to him, Li Da suddenly felt relieved.

He originally thought that at this time, he should be yelling at him for being implicated to death.

I am obviously the most outstanding disciple of the Fifth Generation, but my ambition, my future, and everything I have are all gone.

If he hadn't been dragged here by Jiang Baitao...

But why is there no hate?

Perhaps, he was not dragged here at all.

Are you really unhappy in this trio with no future? Do you really not want to?

Li Da sighed softly, took one last look at the girl's pretty face, and stood in front of Jiang Baitao.

Junior uncle, Jiang Baitao, you have to live a good life——Eh?

Pushed by power from behind, Jiang Baitao came out more and more, her eye masks were as bright as stars, and the cold mist sword was pressed horizontally on her pink neck!

A bloodstain bloomed, and blood seeped out.

Everyone was stunned.

"He Yangchen, let them go, otherwise I will die here and you will get nothing!"

Standing in front of everyone, the girl's slender body actually contains such a strong side!

"Uncle Master!" Wang Ruoyu yelled anxiously, reaching out to grab the sword. However, Jiang Baitao shook his finger, and the sword edge was pressed in, dripping with blood.

"I am Jiang Baitao, the fourth generation disciple of the Yunshan Sect. Your Uncle Jiang, please tell me that little word!"

"When my sister, my boss, and I were traveling around the world, you didn't know where we were playing in the mud!"

"Everyone get out of here!"

He Yangchen's face turned pale and his body moved.

"Don't move!" The Cold Mist Sword pressed a little more, and blood surged out, seeming to have pressed against the trachea. Baitao's voice became hoarse, "If any of you move or become invisible, you will only get my body." !”

No one dared to move.

Looking at Jiang Baitao's eyes, she was not acting!

He Yangchen had a thousand ways to kill this girl in an instant, but he couldn't take her sword away in the blink of an eye!

At this time, He Yangchen regretted deeply. He had known that he should have brought Ning Songzhi, who was still in contact with Jindan Master in Meihuafang. Perhaps only his instant body pattern could capture Jiang Baitao before she cut her own throat.

Hiss, it really hurts.

Jiang Baitao stared at the three foundation builders in front of him, and when the two sides were in a stalemate, he suddenly smiled in his heart.

Ha, Uncle Jiang is going to be a hero today!

Let’s see who dares to say behind my back that I get into trouble every day.

"Okay." He Yangchen's face was ashen, "Let them go, put down your sword."

If Jiang Baitao died here, not only would the mission fail, but he would also lose the secret skills of the battle formation at his fingertips.

"Did you hear that? Let's go quickly!" The blood flowed more and more, soaking half of Baitao's clothes red.

"Uncle Junior!" Wang Ruoyu's eyes were filled with tears. Li Da hugged him tightly and took a deep look at Jiang Baitao.

The girl's slender back was engraved in his heart.

"Let's go, little uncle is still alive in the enemy's hands!" Li Da shouted, dragging Wang Ruoyu back, "Shitou, don't let down little uncle!"

"Little uncle, hold on, I will definitely come to save you!"

Damn plum! I told you not to add small characters.

But forget it. Anyway, it's the last time.

I don't need you to save me.

With tears in their eyes, the remaining Yunshan disciples pulled Wang Ruoyu, who was struggling crazily, back.

Jiang Baitao held up the long sword, feeling that his body was getting colder and colder, and his strength was getting weaker and weaker.

The enemy has surrounded him, and his monks finally disappeared into the horizon.

"Okay, put down your sword and come with us." He Yangchen said patiently.

But he saw a playful smile on the girl's pale face. He Yangchen's heart sank and his eyes widened.

"Who said I was going to put down my sword?" Jiang Baitao's nostalgic gaze retracted from the horizon and slowly turned into extremely firm.

Sister, head brother, senior brother Yang, senior brother Wang, Shitou, Li Zi, and everyone...

"I am Jiang Baitao of Yunshan Sect!"

"How could Master Uncle Jiang of the Yunshan Sect fall into your hands!"

"How could it be a tool to threaten the boss!"

The girl's arms will move.

Sister, Brother Leader, I will not embarrass you.

He wanted to avenge me and carve my name on the memorial tablet——Eh?

The sky was clear, and a hazy and dreamy light flashed by!

A vast, ancient, and boundless aura hit his face, and He Yangchen's eyes almost popped out of his head.

"Yuan Mizhu!"

But the next moment, his shock turned into boundless fear.

This spiritual treasure carried by Xuanjun Jichuan is extremely hard and can defeat the enemy like a destructive orb. It hits him with a flash of light!

He Yangchen's soul emerged and disappeared, leaving only the defensive weapon in place. There was a soft bang, and his calyx spiritual weapon was pierced by a blow.

The next moment, light flashed, and He Yangchen only left a muffled groan, and then he saw blood mist flying in the air and slurry splashing everywhere.

He Yangchen's body appeared from the air, with a huge hole on his forehead, and his face was full of fear and confusion.

The elder of the Xuanguang Sect and the master of Huanjian Peak is about to complete the foundation building. He is invincible on the battlefield with his "invisible" Taoist patterns. He Yangchen, who has a chance to escape even in front of the golden elixir, is dead!

His Dao pattern cannot be hidden from Jin Dan, let alone Yuan Mizhu!

The orb paused, the clouds steamed, and a whirlpool suddenly emerged, sucking He Yangchen's body into it.

From the sudden appearance of Yuan Mizhu to the death of He Yangchen, it only lasted three breaths.

The two Foundation-Building Guests and the remaining dozen or so Qi-training enemies turned pale with fear and turned around to run away.

However, can they outrun Yuan Mizhu, whose speed exceeds the golden elixir?

Just a few bangs and bangs were heard, and in the stream of light, all defensive means were shattered like tissue paper with one blow.

Including the two Foundation-Building Guest Ministers, all enemies were killed instantly!

Yunxia emerged from the Yuan Mizhu again. This time, it not only sucked in the corpses of all the enemies, but also spit out a fairy-like and agile girl.

"Senior Nephew Wu Yan?" Jiang Baitao exclaimed, her bleeding and dizzy head was not enough.

What's going on? Is this Wu Yan's magic weapon?

"Uncle Junior!" Wu Yan shouted loudly, "Be careful not to move!"

With a wave of her hand, the invisible cord of spiritual power pressed Jiang Baitao's cold mist sword away from her neck. At the same time, clear blue water surged up, blocking Baitao's deep wounds that were constantly bleeding.

"I came to the rescue on the order of the leader, but luckily I caught up!"

Jiang Baitao nodded dizzily, feeling her body heavy and cold. Before her eyes went dark, she left a sentence: "There is Xiao Tianci down there, I wonder if he is still alive..."

After saying that, she collapsed into Wu Yan's arms.

Wu Yan picked her up and shouted to Yuan Mizhu: "Sister Zhu Ling, let's go back to Lingsha City as soon as we find someone!"

The stream of light flashed, and the ethereal and dreamy pearl spirits condensed out. He curled his lips and said, "There is only one He Yangchen on the list given by Lu Gan. Now I am at a big loss."

"Oh, please help me, dear sister." Wu Yan coquettishly said, "Just for my safety, I have to kill all these witnesses."

"Not only did I kill these people, I also took you flying around. All of this will be blamed on Lu Gan."

Wu Yan kept nodding: "Yeah, sister is the best."

At this moment, thirty-five thousand miles away, in front of the dead body.

Wang Yu has made final preparations.

Just when the rift in the miasma was about to open in a few hours, an old monk with white hair and shabby clothes staggered over. (End of chapter)