It took a short time to cross the river.

A strong smell of blood suddenly floated in the air.

Everyone accelerated their pace and found that there were corpses of several men in long gowns crawling on the scorched earth in front of them, all covered in blood, with broken heads and broken arms, and their death was extremely miserable.

"I am a disciple of Qingshan Academy!"

Mo Chen's face changed, he hurriedly flew over, turned over a disciple's body, looked at it calmly, and exclaimed: "Senior Brother Wang!"

The other three male disciples of Qingshan Academy immediately ran over to check the other corpses, and all recognized the identities of those corpses, and their expressions on their faces became extremely ugly.

"careful!"

At this moment, Luo Fei suddenly spoke: "The smell of these corpses is not right!"

Mo Chen and the three male disciples were stunned. Before they could react, the corpse in front of them suddenly opened their eyes, raised their claws, and poked them in the heart with a "swish" sound!

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The three male disciples were unprepared and their entire bodies were directly penetrated by sharp claws and they were killed on the spot!

And the sharp claw that grabbed Mo Chen's heart as soon as it pierced into his skin, it was suddenly blocked by a golden light and could not move forward any further!

Mo Chen's face changed drastically, and the folding fan in his hand slashed out like a knife, directly cutting off the sharp claw, and quickly retreated!

In a blink of an eye, three more disciples died tragically in Qingshan Academy!

Mo Chen was shocked and angry, and the folding fan in his hand spread out, and golden light burst out, and a series of words gushed out, turning into countless sword shadows, floating in front of him.

The corpses lying on the ground suddenly stood up, their mouths cracked, revealing two rows of sharp fangs, and their hands were sharp claws like swords. The whole body began to expand and grow, bursting out the long gown on their body, and turned into several tall green-skin monsters with horns on their heads, all of which were filled with demonic energy and murderous aura.

They first killed the disciples of Qingshan Academy, and then changed into their appearance, lying here waiting for a sneak attack.

If Luo Fei hadn't discovered it in advance, they would have continued to wait until everyone entered their sneak attack range!

"Monster! Death!"

Mo Chen shouted angrily, pointed to the folding fan in his hand, and the sword shadow floating in front of him was about to shoot out quickly, but suddenly the light dimmed and dispersed and disappeared.

Mo Chen's body suddenly shook for a moment and almost fell down.

"Hehehehehehehehehe, I was hit by my Nine Poison White Bone Claws. I didn't lie on the ground and wait for death. I actually wanted to fight with us. Do you think you are an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage?"

One of the monsters grinned.

Mo Chen felt a sharp pain in his heart. He looked down and saw that the place pierced by the sharp claws turned black, and thick black blood was flowing out.

And the strength in his body was slowly disappearing, and the spiritual power in the sea of ​​elixir was also silent and could no longer be activated.

"Senior Brother!"

He staggered for a while and was about to fall to the ground, Luo Xiaoduo immediately stepped forward and supported him.

"Why, why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy?"

The monsters looked at Chu Yifeng and others, and said with contempt, "Little things, at most you are only in the late stage of the Qi Refining Stage. Without Wen Dao's righteous sword, do you think you want to escape from your minions?"

"Thousands of swords are storming!"

Chu Yifeng did not talk nonsense to it and took action directly.

The sword rain fell all over the sky!

"Hmph! A trick of the devil!"

One of the tallest green-faced monsters suddenly raised their hands and roared angrily. A black light soared into the sky, like a huge black net, directly intercepting the sword rain and sucking it in!

The sword rains all over the sky, and the sword was not falling, and it was swallowed completely in an instant!

This scene immediately scared Chu Yifeng and several disciples of Wanjian Sect.

"The foundation building stage!"

This green-faced monster turned out to be a monster in the foundation-building stage!

The hearts of the disciples suddenly sank.

Chu Yifeng quietly took out the jade token and was about to ask for help, but strangely, the spiritual power could not be entered into the jade token, and the message could not be sent out at all!

The tall green-faced monster grinned and said sarcastically: "Want to ask for help? Before you enter this area, I have set up a prison spirit array and blocked it. No news can be sent out! Of course, after you die, I can help you send it on your behalf, so that your fellow disciples can come over and continue to die!"

The other monsters burst into laughter.

"Kneel down! Take the initiative to give your soul and flesh, I can give you a pleasure! Otherwise..."

The green-faced monster smiled grimly, and the ground around suddenly rolled, and white skeletons crawled out from the ground, continuously, more than the white bones in the river before!

In a blink of an eye, the surrounding areas were covered with dense white bones, as if tens of thousands of troops were full of murderous intent!

The disciples' faces turned pale and their hearts began to be desperate.

Su Yan and Qian Yueli both approached Luo Fei, pulled out the sword from their waists, and protected him in the middle.

Chu Yifeng and other disciples were ready to fight to the death.

At this time, Mo Chen suddenly looked at Chu Yifeng and begged sadly: "Senior Brother Chu, I would like to ask you for something, not me, but to ask you for it on behalf of the entire Qingshan Academy."

Chu Yifeng was shocked, and he held the sword in his hand tightly, looked at him and said, "Senior Brother Mo, please tell me."

Mo Chen slowly turned his head and looked at the girl beside him, with his lips black and said, "Xiao... Xiaoduo, she can't die... I beg you on behalf of the entire Qingshan Academy to save her... and save her..."

Chu Yifeng looked at the petite girl and suddenly felt that the matter was even worse. The entire Qingshan Academy...even his entire Wanjian Sect could not afford this weight.

How to save it?

He is no longer able to protect himself.

Just when he didn't know how to answer, Luo Xiaoduo suddenly handed Mo Chen over to him and said, "Senior Brother Chu, please be optimistic about my senior brother."

Chu Yifeng was stunned and held Mo Chen.

Mo Chen hurriedly said, "Xiao Duo, what are you...what are you going to do?"

Luo Xiaoduo did not answer, shook his wrist and took out a piece of golden empty paper and a white jade brush from the storage bracelet.

The golden empty paper actually floated in front of her, spreading it out on its own, motionless, as if waiting for something.

Mo Chen was shocked and said in a lost voice: "Xiao Duo! You... do you want to recite the poem by yourself?"

Song poetry is not simply about writing poetry, but requires specific paper and pen. It also requires a certain amount of literary spirit and literary power in the body. A poem and song that has never appeared in this sea of ​​literary and Taoism in the world is written on specific gold and paper, so as to resonate with the heaven and earth, inhaling the power of literary and Taoism, and giving her equivalent power.

However, not any poem has this opportunity. Most poems are just a waste of time and gold paper.

For many years, no one has recited poetry by himself, which has resonated with heaven and earth. In the literary world, there are also few people who can actively recite poetry and practice poetry, and most of them practice using poems, songs and essays passed down by predecessors.

How could Mo Chen not be surprised when this girl wants to recite poems by herself at this moment of life and death?

This is a complete waste of the best time to escape, waste your physical and mental power!

Whether it is successful or not, singing poetry on your own will consume a lot of physical, literary and mental power. How can you escape then?

Mo Chen was anxious and wanted to stop him, but Luo Xiaoduo had already picked up the pen and finished it, as if he had no thoughts and no pause.

"The sun shining incense burner produces purple smoke..."

When the first line of poetry came out, the entire dim sky suddenly lit up!

And the goose yellow skirt on her body began to automatically without wind.

Mo Chen shook his body and looked up. The dark clouds dispersed. There seemed to be a ray of light in the sky, about to break through the clouds!

"Looking at the waterfall hanging from the front river!"

When the second line of poetry came out, the already bright sky became brighter and brighter, and the clouds suddenly flowed rapidly, like a huge river rushing through the entire sky!

At the same time, a golden light suddenly lit up all over Luo Xiaoduo's body.

At this time, the monsters finally felt something was wrong, and a feeling of creepy and chill arose!

"Kill! Kill!"

The green-faced monster roared angrily, and with those monsters, he rushed up with a ferocious face.

The dense army of white bones around also rushed up with a strange cry.

"The flying flow down three thousand feet..."

When the third line of poetry came out, the clouds rushing rapidly in the sky suddenly fell from the sky like a waterfall hanging upside down, rolling down!

The whole earth seemed to be shaking!

There seemed to be thunder roaring from far to near in the sky and under the ground!

"Quick! Protect my junior sister!"

Mo Chen's face was flushed with excitement. He suddenly broke free from Chu Yifeng's arm, held a folding fan, and stood in front of Luo Xiaoduo. His body shivered due to excitement.

Needless to say, everyone knows that at this time, this girl who caused a strange phenomenon in the world will be their last hope!

They must resist this first wave of attack and buy her time!

"Bang!"

Luo Fei waved his fist and broke the bone's head. When he turned around, Luo Xiaoduo didn't continue writing anymore. He was turning his head to look at him, blinking his big black eyes, and said with embarrassment: "The last sentence, I forgot..."

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!