The escaped monks looked from the sky and saw that the endless desert wind and sand of the entire wasteland stopped, completely shrouded in the blazing divine light of the fairy sword. The endless yellow sand that was hated reflected a few golden lights, like grains of golden sand, dazzling and charming, like dreams and illusions. At this moment, the desolate Great Wilderness seemed to have become the divine realm of light.

However, this seemingly attractive divine realm of light not only did not attract the monks, but instead made them avoid snakes and scorpions and stay away from them desperately. It was nothing else, but the soul-absorbing power that became stronger and stronger as the divine light spread.

Even these immortal cultivators far above the clouds are like this. You can imagine what the fate of the fallen young man will be.

"What a pity!" Di Lifeng sighed lightly. Such an outstanding young man, well-trained, will definitely be the backbone of the human race in the future. He will die here, which is a pity. He patted Feng Jiuge's shoulder with a heavy face and his body continued to rise.

Feng Jiuge spent only a short while with this junior brother, but he had an indescribable favor. He wanted to gather after the war, have a chat and support him, but he didn't expect that after a short period of time, this junior brother with great prospects died...

Even though he was extremely heartbroken, Feng Jiuge could only endure the idea of ​​swooping down, and instead flapped his wings and flew high. He knew very well that even if he pulled his junior brother up, he could not save him. If he became a demon, he would become a demon. This process was irreversible. The one who was forced to rescue him was no longer the junior brother, but the inhuman and cold-blooded and bloody demon.

When everyone was quickly leaving the demonized desert, under the dazzling light, a person stepped on the golden sand in a daze, stepping towards the fairy sword that emitted thousands of golden lights step by step.

Suddenly, a divine thought came to my mind: "You have the smell of the fairy sword on you, why?"

Luo Xiao said to himself in a daze: "Why? Why?"

Perhaps in order to get the answer, the demon spirit took back the part of the demon mind and restored Luo Xiao's mind to a little.

Luo Xiao was cleared and instantly realized his situation. He almost instinctively wanted to hide in the cave heaven, but he held back when he moved his hand. He did this in front of a demon spirit comparable to an immortal weapon. The consequences would be too serious. Maybe he would be trapped in the Shadow Immortal Stone Cave Heaven for countless years. But if he didn't escape the danger as soon as possible, the consequences would be worse than being trapped in the countless years. He would become a puppet, a walking corpse, and a demon fish.

There was not much time to hesitate, because the length of time he could wake up completely depends on the thought of the demon spirit. People were anxious and wise, and Luo Xiao made a decision in the midst of lightning.

His right hand pressed hard on his left arm, and his divine thoughts communicated with the cave heaven. When he "sees" the six claws were still stuck by the immortal mirror, but the immortal mirror absorbs less souls and is approaching the end. The six claws have also woken up and are weak and want to get rid of the immortal mirror.

Luo Xiao didn't care to comfort the spiritual pet, and immediately passed on his situation and thoughts to the six claws. His divine thoughts were transmitted, and his speed was as light as light and light. He explained it clearly in the blink of an eye. Then he took off his right palm from his arm and continued to step towards the immortal sword (demon spirit) step by step. If he had a choice, he would never go forward and would choose to turn around and run. However, there was no way out at the moment, so he could only fight to the death.

"Why do you have the smell of the fairy sword on you?" The demon spirit's divine thoughts burst into his mind again, shaking Luo Xiao into dizziness.

Luo Xiao stopped, shook his head, continued to move forward, and responded with divine thoughts: "Want to know? I'll come here now, and you'll understand if you smell it."

Sniff? Do I have this function?

The demon spirit laughed instead of anger, almost shaking Luo Xiao's head: "Okay, then come here and let me sniff it!"

Luo Xiao, who was shaking his head, suddenly felt an irresistible suction force coming, and his body flew up from the ground, and threw it towards the fairy sword like a moth to the flame.

The closer he got, the more surprised Luo Xiao was, because he discovered that the dazzling light that illuminated the world and actually came from a cloud-like light and shadow on the huge sword of the fairy sword. Luo Xiao didn't know what the specific shape of the light and shadow was. He really didn't know. He only saw a ball of white light, as dazzling as the sun. If he hadn't had a pair of fairy eyes, he would have been blinded without even seeing the cloud-like light and shadow.

When Luo Xiao was taken to the immortal sword by forceless shooting, his body was imprisoned by invisible power and suspended in the air, like a baby facing a giant without any resistance.

Then, a wave of light swept across, and Luo Xiao felt that his body and mind were clear - no, he was transparent all over and was "seeing" inside and outside.

"Is it just a nine-turn true cultivator? Not even an immortal cultivator... However, your body is very strange. The true gynec only flows in the body, but the limbs, heads and faces are another... strange, this is, this is..."

The more the demon spirit scanned, the more surprised it became, and gradually the entire spiritual body was shaking.

As the demon spirit moved, Luo Xiao felt that his head and soul seemed to be about to be split in half, and was stirred by the invisible hand. The severe pain was enough to make people faint, but he was awakened by the pain again, which really responded to the words "To be dead".

"ah--"

Luo Xiao's eyes covered with blood tendons were all protruding from the eye sockets, and the sclera of the whole eye bead turned from white to black, and even the blood flowing from the tiny blood vessels gradually turned gray, and it was becoming increasingly trending to transform into ink, which was extremely terrifying.

"Hahahaha... It turns out to be the power of immortals! It's so magical. There are actually human races in this world who can cultivate immortals. It's so amazing. Let your immortals help transform them into my demonic power."

Amid the demon spirit's crazy laughter, Luo Xiao's fairy power with both hands and feet was pulled out like a gossip of the fairy sword.

When the power of the immortal appeared, the giant immortal sword trembled sharply and rushed towards Luo Xiao. From the perspective of the bystander, it seemed like the immortal sword automatically flew up and slashed towards Luo Xiao.

Just as the sword head was approaching, Luo Xiao tried his best to savage the last trace of sober consciousness, raised his left arm and slashed at the sword head hard...

As soon as a trace of colorful immortal power was integrated into the sword body, the immortal sword was intercepted, absorbed, and transformed by the demon spirit before it could be absorbed, and the demon spirit also grew bigger and bigger...

At this time, Luo Xiao had completely lost consciousness and was controlled by the demon spirit. Once his immortal power was sucked away, his whole body would be completely destroyed. No matter how he looked at it, he could not escape this tragic misfortune.

Just when Luo Xiao was dying.

Just when the demon spirit was sucking extremely happily.

Luo Xiao's left forearm was silent and penetrated into the sword edge more and more deeply. However, the magical thing was that no blood flowed out at the cutting point. Moreover, from the volume of the fairy sword, the depth of the cutting was enough to cut off Luo Xiao's arm completely, but Luo Xiao's arm was still growing well, but the fairy sword edge lacked the crescent hole, as if it was swallowed.

Suddenly the immortal sword sank, as if it had pierced some barrier. The sword body flashed, and a colorful stream of light as thin as hair flowed along the tip of the sword to the spine. The immortal sword began to tremble and tremble violently, and finally it made a dragon roar that was moving thousands of miles away.

There was no idea when the sky gathered rolling clouds, the thunder sounded faintly, the earth shook, the already stagnant wind and sand rose again, dancing wildly in the sky.

The world changes color, and the wind and clouds rise again.
Chapter completed!