The more the graceful and moving song approached the forest, the more clearly it could be heard.

Now they have a lot of skills, but they can also feel the intrusion of their songs and secretly adjust their internal resistance.

No wonder they all say that they can't come into the woods. When ordinary mortals come in here, where can they tell the difference between east and west, north and south, and where they come from? The clearer the song is, the more attractive it is and stimulates the mental strength. people who are not strong-willed will easily be controlled and lose consciousness, and will only follow the song and do what they are told to do.

As they guarded themselves, they walked towards the source of the song.

There is almost a tea time, as the song becomes clearer and clearer, the original Qingyue tone slowly becomes a little sad, more like an injured, painful tone. The closer to the source of the sound, Sheng Xiaomo and thousands of Ling's foreheads are gradually covered with fine beads of sweat, and it is a little difficult to resist.

The song was too painful and deceptive, and although it was much weaker than the Phantom Bell, it was also reminiscent of some painful things without paying attention.

As he walked on, his voice became louder and louder, and his vision was broadened, and a big river appeared in front of them.

On the big rock by the river, there is a man lying on his stomach, naked all over his skin | exposed, glittering blue light, the sun shines down, and can twinkle with color light, confusing people's eyes. On the other side of the stone was a glittering blue fish tail, the scales glowing with gold and trembling slightly.

It is the mackerel man.

But.

Sheng Xiaomo's eyes tightened, and hurriedly reached out his hand and pulled thousands of Ling behind him, his eyes fixed on another place.

Behind the mackerel man was a man in a wheelchair, imposing, black-haired and deep as the sea. He stared closely at the mackerel lying on the stone and watched her cry in pain, but his brow did not wrinkle to bear the sound of her singing.

Sheng Xiaomo and Qianbailing were not mistaken. It was not a song, but a painful chanting. It's just that the mackerel people have a fine voice, and only the pain is extremely painful, and the painful sound is very much like a song, but it has the ability to demagogue people.

Thousands of Ling was protected behind Sheng Xiaomo, probing his head through his arm, looking like a man in a wheelchair.

"Master." She whispered Sheng Xiao Mo, and her little hand pulled him by the sleeve.

Sheng Xiaomo bowed his head, flanked his face, and responded with a low voice.

"I think I've seen that man before," she whispered. "

Sheng Xiaomo frowned and looked at the man in the wheelchair for a while, but did not see whether he was familiar with him or not.

Qian Bailing explained to him, "I remember, the demon world." On the day Fei Yu married the Oriental Cabinet Master, I went to the ceremony. I saw him. He was from the demon world. " It's just that she doesn't know the man's name and what position he holds in the demon world.

As soon as Sheng Xiaomo heard her say that the man was from the demon world, he was on guard all over his body and stopped her from acting rashly.

It was the stall where they were talking, and the man in the wheelchair had already noticed that they were finally moving the wheelchair to face them.

The fierce face of the knife and axe chisel fell into the eyes of both of them.

The man looked deep and cold, with an air of killing in his eyes, and a vaguely upright spirit.

Looking at his Sheng Xiao Mo master and disciple, he said in a deep voice, "the people of Changliu Mountain?" Why are you here?! "

He recognized the thousands of Ling behind him.

Sheng Xiaomo saw this, opened his mouth and replied, "I heard that there are demons in this lost forest, so I thought it might be a misunderstanding, so I came to have a look."

It's just that in the current situation, I'm afraid it's not a misunderstanding.

The man's eyes and the momentum of the whole body are not friendly, and even Sheng Xiaomo has already felt the murderous spirit on his body.

He said to the man, "who is your excellency?" What does it have to do with this injured mackerel? Since we are people of the demon world, we can see that your demon monarch has given death orders and will not allow people in the demon world to kill innocent people indiscriminately. "

"Huh!" The man snorted and mocked, "what if I am?" What does it have to do with her and what does it have to do with you? If you two don't want to go, you can stay and help me stabilize my soul! "

As soon as he spoke, he reached out and attacked Sheng Xiaomo.

Sheng Xiaomo hurriedly pulled thousands of Ling to avoid his attack.

Thousands of Ling was appalled, "Master, he doesn't have the forbidden spell under the feather!"

As long as they are people in the demon world, Feng Feiyu has banned them. if they use magic outside the demon world, as long as it is more than 10%, they will immediately eat the body and die, and even the soul will not be left. But just now, when this man attacked him with one hand, he really had 10% of his energy. if he put it on their master and disciple, he would be seriously injured even if he did not die.

Sheng Xiaomo also sensed it, and he also had doubts.

It's just that the man didn't give them a chance to catch their breath, and then came the second hand, this time with the stones on the ground.

They had no power to talk any more, but struggled to meet the attack that resisted him.

Chapter 88 Sheng Xiaomo x Qianbailing

The man's strength was not bad, Sheng Xiaomo and Qianbailing were only attacked by him, and there was no space to fight back. Moreover, the injured mackerel was occasionally humming and disturbing his mind, and the two of them became a little irritable.

Can only defend the fight, can not make people feel comfortable at all.

Thousands of Ling could not help thinking of Feng Fei Yu.

She gritted her teeth and said, "if it were Fei Yu, she wouldn't be bullied like this!" With that, she swung her sword out and collided with a pebble flying head-on, which was cut in half.

I don't know if she had enough milk in this sentence, but when her master and disciples were thinking about how to break through this dilemma, a belligerence suddenly came from the air and went straight towards them.

Sheng Xiaomo immediately decided to pull thousands of Ling, holding her hand and twirling people away from the scope of hostility.

When he stood still, he had subconsciously held her in his arms and hugged her tightly.

That hostility is the evil sword, while the two of them left, the evil sword was inserted into the front of the wheelchair man, arousing a wave of energy and a circle of flying sand and stones.