Xia Xiao was afraid of the wind rushing in front of him, but he could only raise his machete. The sharp knife was full of dead souls, but it couldn't cut the wind at this time. Holding his only trump card tightly, Xia Xiao kept retreating in the wind, stumbling.

The powerful roar of the wind dragon caused Xia Xiao to fall again. He rolled over and over, like a stone being toyed with by the wind and tossed around at will.

"Shu...Shu Shuang!"

Xia Xiao had difficulty breathing. He couldn't catch his breath against the wind and couldn't even open his eyes.

In the blurry vision, Shu Shuang's body was still glowing with blue light. They collided with the black smoke, pulling back and forth, and it was unclear who would win for the time being.

Xia Xiao knelt on one knee on the ground, and inserted the machete into the ground, leaving a crack several meters long.

Damn it! It was the same feeling again, and it had happened many times. Xia Xiao was not strong enough, and he could not do anything every time he faced danger! This helplessness made him ashamed. He had to rely on Shu Shuang for protection again this time? But Shu Shuang was now restrained by the black smoke. What should he do?

call--

A cloud of black smoke came with the wind, enveloping Xia Xiao.

Instantly, Xia Xiao had difficulty breathing and was almost suffocated. It was pitch black all around him, and his vision was obstructed, so he could only see a blank space. He mobilized all the energy in his body, but it was insignificant compared to the power around him.

Damn it!

The machete slashed wildly in the darkness, and the scarlet light it emitted was covered by the darkness. Xia Xiao's space became smaller and smaller, and finally no trace of light could be seen, only endless darkness, like the unknown years in history.

His breathing was rapid and heavy. Xia Xiao felt that danger was approaching. He was like being trapped in a swamp, unable to move. He could only wait for death.

Can’t die. Can’t die!

Xia Xiao was very determined, but was devastated by the strong wind and black smoke, leaving him covered in wounds.

Can't give up, can't die!

Xia Xiao told himself again and again that even if his power was far inferior to that of the black smoke, he had to persevere! Master, Master, will you save me? You said you would help me in the future. Xia Xiao remembered that he was the master of the Emperor. Now only he could save him, but would he really come back?

His consciousness gradually became blurred, and Xia Xiao felt that he was about to die, but slowly, he had a feeling of breaking free from the restraints and seemed to be free.

In the dark quagmire, time slowed down, and Xia Xiao struggled and resisted, and every time he flicked his fingers, he needed great strength. But at this moment, all his efforts paid off, and his prayer was successful!

After the breath of death left, Xia Xiao opened his bloodshot eyes and saw the thick black air on his body moving away from him, as if being driven away by some force.

Xia Xiao didn't notice that the world had changed. The obscured stars and the moon in the sky reappeared. He felt a little weak, and his vitality was sucked away. When all the black energy in his body disappeared, he could only kneel on the ground and couldn't even stand up.

Holding the machete, Xia Xiao looked ahead. The world was now brighter than before. The big mouth in the sky disappeared, countless black smoke was compressed, and some dissipated in the soft light. And that soft light seemed to come from his body!

Xia Xiao opened his mouth and breathed in fresh air. He had been suffocating before. Once he had experienced the feeling of suffocation, he would never want to experience it a second time.

The soft light around him was extremely simple and ancient, as if it came from the ancient times. Gradually, Xia Xiao felt something was wrong. There was nothing strange about him, and they should have nothing to do with him. Was it the master? The desire for knowledge drove him to turn his head, and then he found that the soft light came from behind him.

The soft light was warmer than the sun, and contained a sea of ​​vitality. But what attracted Xia Xiao's attention the most was the source of the soft light. The figure who was a hundred feet tall was none other than his master, the Pope of the Zou Shou Church!

The old man with white beard was extremely huge at this time, sitting cross-legged between heaven and earth, and he could pick stars with his hands. He exuded a gentle vitality, his face was serious, and his eyes were full of that black shadow.

Xia Xiao didn't know what was going on. When he turned his head, the black shadow had grown from the size of the sky to about a hundred feet. The black smoke in the south and the white shadow in the north could destroy the world with a single breath, but now they were fighting each other equally. The air waves released made Xia Xiao feel scared. If the air waves exploded on the ground instead of in the sky, Xia Xiao would have been wiped out long ago.

"Shu Shuang!"

Xia Xiao noticed her and ran to her side holding a machete. At this time, Shu Shuang's face was pale and she fainted on the ground, just like last time at the Xuelong Road. Holding her in his arms, Xia Xiao looked at this chaotic world. Who could tell him why all this happened?

"Xia Xiao!"

It was the master's voice! Xia Xiao looked at the master with confused eyes, begging for an answer. But the latter's figure gradually dissipated, and his vitality was almost gone.

"I am far away from you now. Although I have crushed the evil spirit's power, I have also shattered my vitality. I will leave it to you from now on!"

After that, the master disappeared. Xia Xiao frowned. What should he do? Kill the other party? Can he do it?

Boom!

After a loud bang, Xia Xiao put Shu Shuang down. He was in a mess at this time, but he still looked towards the place where the black smoke fell, and then stood up.

Xia Xiao's clothes were already ragged, and his exposed skin was covered with scars, but his steps gradually became steady, and his body regained some strength. This feeling was different from before!

Xia Xiao held up the machete in his hand, making it flash with a cold light, as sharp as his eyes. The master once said that no matter who wants to kill him, he must die! No matter who is in front of him.

"kill--"

There was only one road in front of Xia Xiao, and the road behind him was collapsing. He had no choice but to rush forward. A green light emerged from his body, extremely weak, but it still scattered outward like a small firefly. When a little green light floated in front of Xia Xiao's eyes, it caught his attention. They seemed to be restoring their strength. This light was Ju Mang!

Xia Xiao was a little surprised. It turned out that this was Ju Mang’s power, the legendary power of wood!

Clenching his fists, Xia Xiao took a step forward and rushed forward towards the black shadow. The world that had returned to darkness was somewhat lonely, but a flash of scarlet light passed by, cutting the black smoke into two wisps.

With his back to the black smoke, Xia Xiao frowned. His vitality is really tenacious!

Ding-ling-ling——

The crisp sound of the wind chimes attracted Xia Xiao to look back. The black smoke that had been cut apart before gathered together and became a man.

The man was tall and thin, and the dark red blood at the corner of his mouth made him look extremely sinister. He was holding an umbrella, hiding in the darkness, but there were four bells hanging on it, which kept ringing at this time, like a soul-destroying song, going straight into Xia Xiao's mind.

"You can't go any further. The further you go, the more people you'll involve. You'd better stay here and be buried in this beautiful place."

Since he was able to shatter the master's vitality, this person must be extraordinary. We must be careful. Xia Xiao held the machete with great concentration.

"Who are you?"

"The old monk once mentioned me. Have you forgotten?"

The man stuck out his long tongue, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and pressed forward.

Xia Xiao thought of the old monk's words. It seemed that what he said was true. The man in front of him was the life from another continent in the Great Wilderness World.

"After the Zou Shou Church left Longgang City, I have been watching you from a hundred miles away, but this yellow-haired girl is too annoying. As long as she is here, I can't kill you, but the old man is far away from you now, you can't escape!"

The man laughed and stuck out his tongue, looking a bit ferocious, as if he would tear Xia Xiao to pieces and devour him. However, Xia Xiao was still calm and knew that since the master would hand him over to him, he would definitely have a chance of winning!

I can't lose my composure, Xia Xiao repeated, but his vision gradually blurred. This ringing sound was too annoying, it disturbed Xia Xiao's thoughts, made him feel bored, and his attention gradually dispersed.

"Die, little thing!"

The man rushed forward, twirling the umbrella in his hand. Then, the ringing became louder.

Everything in front of him appeared in double images. Xia Xiao knew there was danger, but he couldn't avoid it at all. This mind-boggling trick was the first time he had seen it, and he fell for it immediately.

laugh--

A stream of blood splashed out, Xia Xiao felt pain, and his vision became clear again. He looked at his chest in disbelief, the bayonet on the front of the umbrella stabbed on it. The speed was fast enough, if it happened twice, he might die here! But there will be no next time!

Xia Xiao breathed rapidly and swung his machete to distance himself from the man.

The man raised his lips, his smile was extremely sinister. In order to prevent any more trouble, he would launch the final attack.

Immediately, the surroundings seemed to be shrouded in fog, and Xia Xiao's vision was once again blurred. It was the same feeling as when he was washed away by the black smoke before, as if he was trapped in a swamp.

A song sounded all around, similar to the previous ringtone, but more miserable and sad. It carried a bit of chill, as if the evil spirit that had been suppressed for ten thousand years hoped to pull down another wronged soul to take its place.

Xia Xiao had an ominous feeling, as if he would be killed in the next moment. He turned his head repeatedly and looked around, but all he could see was darkness. He was anxious, but it was useless!

The sky and the earth became much colder. Under the two trees, Ding Qiang's shoulders trembled and he felt a little strange.

"What happened? It was fine just now."

"I don't know. It got a lot colder all of a sudden."

The four brothers gathered together and looked at the dark wasteland.

"Why is that boy gone?"

Ding Qiang scratched his head. He only felt a strong light before he lost consciousness. When he came to his senses, the world was dark again, and the pile of firewood was also washed away.

"Brother, this is so weird tonight."

"That can't be helped. Don't run around."