Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

The two senior brothers and sisters fought back too quickly, and Ning Xixue failed to succeed. Because of the infusion of ghost energy, the lines on that pretty face were completely activated, which set off the coquettish and dull face.

"what!"

There was a scream, and Ning Xixue stepped on the gravel and patted Lu Yun.

The palm was fast, and there was a bloody light in the red eyes.

Lu Yun bent down to avoid it, kicked him over, and used the strength to stand with Meng Lin again.

Both of them were standing with their swords in their hands, and the two swords rose to attack at the same time.

The two swords staggered past, blocking all escape routes. Under the attack of the two, Ning Xixue acted as if she didn't adapt to her body, and there was always a moment of stiffness in the counterattack.

Seizing this opportunity, the two pointed at each other's life gate, one on the left and the other on the right.

There was another scream.

The voice penetrated the spiritual power, reached the mind directly, and set off waves in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Resisting the sting in her mind, Lu Yun opened her eyes wide and stabbed the opponent's shoulder with her sword. She succeeded with this blow.

This surprised Lu Yun a little.

But at this moment, Ning Xixue ignored Lu Yun and allowed Lu Yun to inflict a penetrating injury. The twisting curve of Ning Xixue's neck widened. She raised her hand and grabbed Meng Lin's sword.

The wound caused by the flesh and blood under Senhan's sword was dripping with blood, and a large amount of blood dripped down the palm, and was licked by the flame before it reached the bottom.

With this weird posture, Ning Xixue used both arms to pull the two of them together.

Just as Lu Yun was about to evacuate, the magma gushed out under her feet, and a chain protruded from under the magma, wrapping around her ankle.

The chains appeared so fast that Lu Yun had no time to react. After being hit, she wanted to draw out Han Jiangxue, but she felt the muscles on the opponent's shoulders tightly imprisoning the sword in his body.

On Meng Lin's side, chains also struck.

He raised his head and dodged quickly, followed by even greater force.

Ning Xixue dragged the two of them towards the magma.

There was no time to stop this thought-like movement. The chains on her ankles pulled Lu Yun into the scorching abyss.

The fire of hell is burning, and those who fall into it may have no bones left.

At the moment when the flames enveloped Lu Yun, Lu Yun heard Meng Lin's cry and Ning Xixue's scream.

She tried to keep her eyes wide open, but all she could see was flames.

In the firelight everywhere, Lu Yun's mind gradually fell silent and her body sank.

The conceivable turning into coke did not appear. When the body touched the magma, the scorching temperature remained the same as before, and at the same time penetrated a layer of film.

The body was falling rapidly, and Lu Yun had to brace herself for the weightlessness.

Her current situation was the same as when she stepped into the ghost gate, except that the scene below was not like night, but full of fire.

The red land is vast and boundless, and as far as the eye can see, there is no grass growing, and the high temperature seems to have wiped out all life on this land.

This is an area more dead than night.

This is... the real ghost.

After this thought came to mind, Lu Yun adjusted her body and stepped on the sword to steady her body, and heard the sound of falling wind above.

It's Meng Lin.

Yu Jian passed by, Lu Yun grabbed his brother's arm and brought him over.

"Brother."

She shouted, her voice compressed into a line, and it could reach Meng Lin's ears despite the howling wind.

Holding the other's shoulder, Lu Yun found that Meng Lin's body was too limp and lost all strength.

After she shouted, the other party's muscles tensed again, as if resisting something.

"Master...sister."

Amid the difficult breathing, Meng Lin did not wake up.

Only then did Lu Yun realize something was wrong. She grabbed Meng Lin's wrist and felt that the energy in his body was particularly chaotic.

In addition to the sword energy belonging to Meng Lin, there was also an outsider.

Cold, bleak, strange, and vicious.

That is the ghost aura belonging to the ghost king.

Ning Xixue has not appeared so far, and thinking of the sound she heard when she fell into the magma, Lu Yun's expression gradually became dignified.

"go!"

At this moment, Meng Lin opened his eyes suddenly, and the moment he saw the person in front of him clearly, Meng Lin struck out with a palm.

The force of this palm was very strong and it hit Lu Yun firmly on the shoulder. She groaned and restrained herself from vomiting blood.

But the body was also separated from Meng Lin.

"Come on!"

Meng Lin's voice seemed to be squeezed out, and from a little distance, Lu Yun could see large fire marks appearing on the other's cheek.

Just like Ning Xixue.

The second brother was possessed by the ghost king.

With thousands of thoughts running through her mind, Lu Yun couldn't guarantee that she could help Meng Lin in this situation.

Obviously Meng Lin also knew this.

Meng Lin's pupils were lighter in color, a light brown color, but this brown color was shrunk by pain and patience at the moment, revealing an ice-like coldness.

In the depths of these beautiful eyes, a shallow blood color is brewing, and the aura belonging to the ghost king is recovering.

The Ghost King seemed to like Meng Lin's body more than Ning Xixue.

There was a painful howl, Lu Yun did not hesitate, and Yu Jian quickly left Meng Lin's side.

Not long after she opened the distance, an explosion appeared from the air, the black clothes were hunting wildly in the air, the jade crown fell off, and the black hair covered her face.

A ghostly aura drifted over Meng Lin's body.

At the same time, a pitch-black chain suddenly appeared beside Lu Yun, and the chain easily penetrated Lu Yun's shoulder.

While piercing through, a suppressed and disintegrated voice emerged in her mind.

"Ghost King Palace."

Three words later, Meng Lin disappeared, and Lu Yun, who was seriously injured, struggled to use his sword to go to the ground.

Blood spilled from the air, Lu Yun clutched the wound, her face was as pale as paper.

The body already polluted by ghost energy, after taking a large amount of pills, the effect is still weak.

The moment she landed, Lu Yun staggered and knelt down on the ground, blood gushing out. Lu Yun leaned on her sword and sat cross-legged.

She didn't care what the situation was now, and used her spiritual power to suppress the injury first.

The ghost energy in her body became stronger because of this change, and most of Lu Yun's spiritual power was used to suppress the injury, and her body became extremely weak due to the lack of spiritual power.

She coughed a few times, spitting out pieces.

Frowning, relying on Wuzhuo, the whole person was extremely exhausted.

The only good thing is that although Baiyao's medicine can't dispel the ghost energy, after taking it, the ghost energy will hardly cause more damage.

Another one, there is enough spiritual energy here, and it can also perform self-healing.

The fragments were sticky on her cheeks, and Lu Yun was sweating profusely.

The pain all over her body made her mind become dizzy. After a short rest, she stood up and tried to find the direction.

What senior brother said at the end must be useful.

Ghost King Hall.

She silently spit out these three words, barely recognized the direction where Meng Lin disappeared, and headed towards that place.

On the barren land, cracks appeared on the ground, like scars, all over the land, with no edges visible.

Dry and withered, not alive.

The red soil is extremely hot, and occasionally magma can be seen emerging from below the cracks.

Heat is the only theme here.