At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The sky was full of fog and mist.

At night, the breeze was filled with layers of mist, and only the open space on the plain ahead could be seen.

There was a clear lotus pond, and on the lake were two women fighting, one holding a gun and sweeping away the clouds, and the other playing a flute with paper butterflies flying.

Under the moonlight, countless paper butterflies shone with silver-white light.

The wind-breaking force of the gun and the fluttering sound of the paper butterflies intertwined, and the two sides refused to give in.

Suddenly, the gun-holding woman jumped into the air, and the long spear in her hand pierced out like a dragon, directly hitting the throat of the flute-playing woman.

The flute-playing woman had white hair fluttering, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and her skinny and pale hands raised.

More paper butterflies surged out like a tide, surrounding the gun-wielding woman.

Looking at the yellow-dressed woman trapped by the paper butterflies, the white-haired woman said coquettishly: "These paper butterflies are called soul-guiding butterflies, and are used to commemorate those who were killed by me. In troubled times, some things are forced. I just hope that these paper butterflies can guide them home."

"Bah!" Sikong Qianluo snorted disdainfully: "The cat cries over the mouse, false mercy. Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of those who were killed by you!"

Sikong Qianluo clenched her spear. She couldn't delay for a moment now.

At the moment, she must immediately deal with this witch to support Lei Wujie and Xiao Se, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

Thinking of this, Sikong Qianluo took advantage of the wind to counterattack. His spear skills were like a gust of wind and rain, and the sky full of paper butterflies suddenly fell like a torrential rain.

However, the flute-playing woman did not show weakness. She cleverly used the wind to control the paper butterflies and quickly filled the gap.

Swish!

Sikong Qianluo was not paying attention, and a paper butterfly scratched her face directly, and a trace of blood slowly flowed out.

Damn it! You scratched my face!

Sikong Qianluo's heart trembled, she reached out to wipe the blood on her face, her eyes became more determined.

The wind blew harder, and the flute sounded more and more urgent. The paper butterflies rushed towards Sikong Qianluo frantically as if they had received an order.

Sikong Qianluo took a deep breath and used her unique skills.

She waved her spear, and the tip of the spear brought out a brilliant light, and the paper butterflies shattered wherever it went.

However, there were too many paper butterflies, and they kept coming.

Originally, she could easily deal with the woman in front of her with her strength, but she was worried about Xiao Se and Lei Wujie, and her heart was so chaotic that she couldn't exert half of her usual strength.

Sikong Qianluo gradually felt powerless, and her movements began to slow down.

At this moment, Sikong Qianluo heard a familiar shout.

"Qianluo!"

It's Lei Wujie and Xiao Se! They came to support!

Sikong Qianluo was refreshed, but then frowned.

It's not that she doesn't trust Xiao Se and the others, it's just that the opponent this time is more than ten times stronger than what she has encountered in the past.

It's so difficult for Xiao Se to get away by himself, holding back the Thousand-Faced Ghost and the Giant Sword Man, not to mention Lei Wujie. With the strength of the two killers, it's impossible for him to get away so quickly.

And the woman hiding in the dark, using flower petals as weapons.

No! This paper plate is poisonous!

Sikong Qianluo looked at the blood on her hands. The blood that had just been wiped off her face had turned purple.

She slowly closed her eyes, and the gun power around her also subsided in an instant. At first glance, it seemed that she had given up resistance and accepted her fate.

Even the woman in white with white hair and cold eyes couldn't help but smile.

"Give up struggling now, the daughter of the spear fairy is nothing but this, well..."

"Let me send you to the underworld silently and reunite with your two friends!"

The white-haired woman controlled the paper butterflies and flew towards Sikong Qianluo.

Suddenly, Sikong Qianluo opened his eyes, swung the spear in his hand fiercely, and a powerful spear energy whistled out, scattering all the paper butterflies.

"A trifle!" The white-haired woman snorted coldly and blew the flute again.

More paper butterflies flew over, but this time, the momentum around Sikong Qianluo changed.

She swung the spear and jumped up. As soon as the spear came out, the wind blew and the fireflies flew.

"Slash the prairie fire!" Sikong Qianluo suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in a deep voice.

The shadow of the spear was like a prairie fire, with a fierce momentum, turning many paper butterflies into ashes.

Seeing this, the white-haired woman's face changed slightly, and she hurriedly used her secret method to resist.

However, Sikong Qianluo's attack was as turbulent as a dragon, one shot after another, making her overwhelmed.

Finding the gap where the paper butterfly was leaking, Sikong Qianluo used all his strength and fired a shot, giving the white-haired woman a heavy blow.

With a scream, the white-haired woman vomited blood and was thrown directly at

On the lake, it sank to the bottom of the lake.

Sikong Qianluo panted, looking at the remains of paper butterflies all over the ground, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the lake surface sparkled, and the breeze blew across his face.

A chilling murderous intent suddenly appeared, a red light flashed, and a charming, strange and deadly flower came like a storm.

…

At this time, Zishu and his companions had already stepped into a swamp.

With the mist and thick clouds around, Zishu raised his fist with a solemn look.

Looking at the skeleton emerging from the swamp, his eyes were extremely cold.

The formation of loneliness!

"This..."

The other men were dumbfounded. They had not noticed anything unusual along the way.

How did they suddenly fall into the formation of the dark river?

"Damn it!" Zishu cursed inwardly, his tone full of violence.

His steps changed, and his figure moved on the swamp like a phantom.

Each step was in a strange rhythm, causing the air to surge around.

The skeletons rushed up one after another, waving their rotten weapons and making a crackling sound.

The rat leaped up and punched out, smashing a skeleton to pieces.

However, more skeletons emerged from the swamp in an endless stream.

The rat gritted his teeth, his veins bulged, and the sound of fire and thunder was faintly heard around him.

Could this be...

The reason why the Pavilion Master has always abandoned them?

Because they are weak, they can't help much, and because they are weak, they are not reused.

But Mingming! But Mingming has been trying very hard to catch up with the Pavilion Master.

But why! Why don't you turn around and look at us!

The boss's strangeness puzzled everyone. Chou Niu was stunned for a moment, then slowly walked up and patted his shoulder.

"Boss, you..."

"Get out!" The rat slapped Chou Niu's hand away.

This action made everyone present stunned. They turned around and saw the burning black flame reflected in their pupils.

Maotu frowned slightly. At this moment, she could feel the turbulent true energy in Zishu, which had faintly reached the realm of free and easy heaven.

But this state is worrying, as if there are signs of going astray.

Is the influence of the Pavilion Master on him really that great?

Maotu touched his chest, his eyes were dazed.

Once upon a time, they lived in a dark prison, without sunlight or wind and clouds, eating moldy steamed buns and drinking canal water from the gutter.

Not needed by others, not noticed by others, as if abandoned by the world.

Yes, it was the Pavilion Master who gave them everything, brought them together, and taught them the top martial arts in the world.

If they were not valued by the Pavilion Master, then what was the meaning of their survival...

Where?

The rat leaped into the center of the swamp. His boxing skills changed the world, but every punch and dance made everyone feel uncomfortable.

They had come together to find the Pavilion Master with confidence, but why were they not happy after being assigned this task by the Pavilion Master?

The rat's attack became more and more fierce. His boxing skills swept over like a raging fire, and the skeletons were all shattered under his fists.

The rat's breath gradually rose, as if he was overdrawing his vitality and moving forward.

Seeing that the rat was about to lose control, Maotu frowned and decided to stop him.

She flew behind the rat and pushed out with both palms. A gentle force enveloped the rat.

The rat's body shook, and the black flames in his eyes gradually dissipated.

He gasped heavily, looking at the skeletons on the ground and the worried eyes of the people behind him, and felt a little scared.

"Thank you..." The rat thanked him hoarsely.

"We are family, no need to be polite." Maotu shook his head gently.

Zishu looked lonely and murmured, "Family..."

Once upon a time, he regarded this sentence as a belief, but this belief collapsed not long ago.

Maotu's face was cold and she said calmly: "If there is anything, wait until this matter is over, and ask the Pavilion Master in person."

She also had many questions to ask the Pavilion Master in person, and she would never believe it.

The boy who brought them out of the dark cage with a sunny face only regarded them as tools.

Zishu looked at Maotu deeply and nodded, and he calmed down.

Looking at the dark forest in front, he slowly said: "This lonely formation is specially set for us. The people sent by Anhe to kill the Sixth Prince are definitely not just the six people in the killing net. Everyone be careful!"

Everyone nodded. Those who can set up such a large-scale formation are either highly cultivated or have a large number of people.

Of course, the former possibility is much greater than the latter.

Rat led everyone to continue moving forward. The further they went, the more strange the swamp was filled with.

Having dealt with dark rivers for many years, he determined at a glance that the center of the formation was deep in the forest ahead.

Suddenly,

A low roar came from the front.

Zi Shu's heart tightened, and he signaled everyone to be on guard.

A huge crocodile about 20 meters long emerged from the swamp.

It bared its teeth and claws, exuding a foul smell, and rushed straight towards everyone.

Zi Shu was not afraid, and rushed up first, fighting fiercely with the crocodile head-on, splashing water for a while.

Looking at Zi Shu who worked so hard, Mao Tu knew that his knot was not yet untied.

Giant crocodiles emerged from the swamp, and others also used their special skills to help Zi Shu kill the terrifying giant crocodile.

With the concerted efforts of everyone, more than 50 crocodiles all turned over their snowflake bellies, and blood flowed in the swamp.

Zi Shu panted tiredly, looking at his companions, a warm current rose in his heart.

No matter what the future holds, at least they are still together, that's enough!

Soon, Zi and his friends broke the dilemma and went straight into the center of the formation.

He panted and looked into the distance, his eyes flashing with determination.

…

Outside the forest, Wu Ma was trying his best to treat the seriously injured Lei Wujie.

But suddenly, he frowned slightly and fell into deep thought while looking at the unconscious Lei Wujie.

Wu Ma was an elegant young man. Compared with his medical skills, it was obvious that he was more suitable to be a jade young man, listening to music in the brothel.

Although his medical skills were not good, he inherited half of the Pavilion Master's mantle.

Let alone being a peerless doctor, he still had some face, but he could ask himself.

He was at least a doctor with strong medical skills, right?

But why couldn't he check where the young man in front of him was injured? Except for the bleeding wound, there was nothing wrong with his body.

Looking at Wu Ma in trouble, Si She came up and asked, "Seventh Brother, what's wrong?"

Si She was a middle-aged uncle with a small braid and stubble.

Wu Ma touched his chin, pondered for a long time, looked at Lei Wujie strangely, and turned around: "It's nothing, but this young man doesn't seem to be hurt at all..."

Sishe's pupils suddenly shrank, and the hand that drew the knife had already fallen on his waist, but it was too late.

"Wu Ma!" accompanied by Sishe's roar.

Wu Ma's body stagnated slightly, and he coughed up blood suddenly, and his body fell straight down.

Behind him, Lei Wujie licked the tip of the knife with an evil smile on his face, and his face changed unpredictably, and then the face froze into a man and a woman.

He snorted disdainfully at Wu Ma lying on the ground: "Quack!"