The two listened carefully, and Wang Yi said vigilantly, "There is a voice, it must be some kind of monster?"
But Lu Bizhi pondered, "This sound doesn't sound like a beast would make, but rather..."
Several people glanced at each other, and had a guess in their hearts, "Could there be other disciples from the same school who fell into this space?"
As they spoke, the voice grew closer.
It was a slight sound of footsteps, which was not ordinary, but it seemed to be stepping on the hearts of several people, and even the body couldn't help feeling nervous.
Under the faint light, the sound of footsteps gradually approached, and a figure was faintly revealed.
Lu Bizhi clenched the sword in his hand.
The familiar outline became clearer and clearer, and there was no wave in the dark eyes, and he walked in this direction with his steps, holding a woman in a pale golden auspicious cloud fairy dress in his arms.
"It's you?!" Sun Jingyun couldn't help staring.
Wang Yi also couldn't help but said nana, "Little brother..."
Lu Bizhi breathed a sigh of relief, snorted and said, "Who am I?" His eyes fell on the woman in the other's arms, "What? Is your master dying to protect you? ?”
A certain word pierced the nerves slightly, Yan Rong suddenly raised his eyes, and looked over with gloomy eyes.
Lu Bizhi was slightly stunned by his eyes, took a few steps back involuntarily, and then became angry from embarrassment, "Trash is trash! Your master is also a fool! Let the other disciples not want it, but you have a heart for this trash !"
Just as he was about to continue speaking, a sword suddenly brushed against his face.
Lu Bizhi screamed in pain, touched his face, and found that a piece had been cut off, he pointed at Yan Rong and cursed, "You..." The rest of the words stuck in his throat.
On the side, Sun Jingyun had a slightly horrified expression on his face. Looking at the dim fire and those dark eyes, he said incoherently, "What are you?"
Wang Yi was so frightened, the panic and anxiety that had been buried in his heart these days all burst out at this moment, he stepped back again and again, "Don't blame me, little brother, don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame why you were born so young It is the capital of heaven."
Like crazy, he started turning around and running back.
Yan Rong glanced at him indifferently, then turned his eyes to those two people, and said in a calm tone, "Brother, Third Senior Sister, some accounts should be settled."
Holding the magic weapon in her hand, Sun Jingyun couldn't help but sneered, "Just relying on your fake spiritual root?"
They are not Jindan cultivators, so naturally they don't know that Yanrong has become a real dual spiritual root, and they only think that the other party is still that trash.
Lu Bizhi covered his missing face and said bitterly, "Yan Rong, I will kill you today!"
While the two were talking, they took out their magic weapon and attacked directly.
Yan Rong raised her eyes, looking with dark eyes, her body moved slightly.
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Sun Jingyun has no time to think about what her elder brother looks like now, she is soaked in blood, she keeps crawling backwards, begging for mercy, "Little brother, senior sister is wrong, please look at the old feelings, Let the senior sister go."
Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, even if she died, she never thought that this feast would become so powerful after falling into this space, Sun Jingyun felt jealous and hated, but more of it was fear.
She could only keep moving in fear, begging for mercy.
Yan Rong said lightly, "Senior Sister, do you remember that I was also begging you back then."
Of course Sun Jingyun remembered that the face of the little junior in his memory was full of pain and pleading, begging them not to treat him like this.
Now, one by one is still on them.
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