Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

Qiang Mo counted the position of the open space in front of him, his eyes swept over the spiritual tools that were being sorted out on the ground, and he said:

"Ji Hyun, northeast, Xie Lao, southwest, Yeran, northwest, Huashang, southeast, bring the anti-spirits, go!"

The four of them put away their things and got up to set off. Right here, Nan Yin suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Qiang Mo's clothes, and a childish voice blurted out:

"I swear by my status as a fortune-teller of the Ning tribe, and I will give you the blessing of my own blessing—"

Qiang Mo sensed Nanyin's intention when she spoke, and wanted to stop it, but she didn't have time.

After Nanyin finished saying this, her face suddenly turned pale, and her whole body grabbed the corner of Qiang Mo's clothes even harder, as if she was about to lose her footing.

Qiang Mo hurriedly supported Nanyin with both hands, and hugged the little girl, with pity in his eyes, he opened his mouth with a wry smile, but his voice was extremely low, probably only Nanyin beside his ear could hear:

"Little girl, why did you waste this one and only blessing on me..."

Nanyin looked tired, but still obediently wanted to get off Qiang Mo. The girl's voice was small but firm:

"Brother, Yinyin has no regrets."

Qiang Mo was faintly touched by the "brother" call, and handed Nanyin to Ye Su, who was standing beside him, and said solemnly:

"Let's go..."

If she can, she will work hard to keep herself alive, just for these people who are worth waiting for.

——

Everyone knew it, and quickly reached the designated position. The five people communicated through spiritual thoughts and stood in their respective eyes.

Qiang Mo stood in the center of the formation, stepping on a tree trunk, and under his feet were eager to try to pull her down from the tree, those monsters that were neither human nor ghost.

Qiang Mo took a deep breath and finally glanced at the place where Ye Su and the others were. The short years in this life flashed by in his mind like a movie.

She undeniably thought of Qingyuan and Qianyan again. She didn't know if they lost their soul and soul, how are they now...

Probably not good?

Too bad she might not be able to see them again.

Suddenly a little reluctant, Qiang Mo laughed at himself for a moment.

But it's ready for tomorrow, isn't it?

Even though thoughts are flying in my mind, time waits for no one.

There was a messy roar in Qiang Mo's ears, mixed with the sound of gnawing flesh and blood in his eyes, which was vague and sticky, making it extremely uncomfortable to hear.

Qiang Mo's eyes were cold, his hands were quickly clenching the tactic, his gestures were complex and changeable, and the spiritual power around his body instantly took on a strong ancient atmosphere, which was extremely oppressive.

The girl's gestures kept on, and the whole body's spiritual power exploded, pouring out in four directions.

Qiang Mo's face suddenly turned pale, and the blood on his lips faded, but he still held on and did not waver.

She still underestimated the spiritual power required for this formation...

Qiang Mo's brows were tightly knit together, and he took a deep breath, trying to adjust his breath.

The spiritual power in all directions was violently inhaled by this formation, and a violent gust of wind blew up.

The hem of the girl's clothes was rattled by the wind, her teeth were clenched tightly, bearing the huge pulling force of the formation.

On the four azimuth points, everyone was using their spiritual power to gather into the formation, trapping all the rioting monsters.

Qiang Mo transformed the jade flute out, raised his hand and threw it into the sky, the jade flute stretched a bit, and in a blink of an eye it turned into the core of the entire formation, the high-hanging Baolong, standing still.

There was a sudden dull pain in Qiang Mo's chest, and sweat began to ooze from his forehead.

The formation began to bite back...

The ancient formation is extremely cruel and vicious. Once it is activated, it will definitely stop bleeding, and...

It must be sacrificed by the people who start the formation in person, eternal life and eternal life, not detached, scattered in the formation, and suppressing evil spirits.

Qiang Mo's consciousness gradually began to separate from his body, but he still refused to give up the spiritual power output of the formation.

The dull pain in the chest became more and more obvious, as if the heart had been plucked out alive.

cycle back and forth...

Qiang Mo's entire forehead was densely covered with sweat, the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and he was almost unable to stand still.

The girl suddenly exerted strength in her hands, and the last spiritual power poured out from her body, passing through four directions in turn. Every time, some monsters were completely trapped by the spiritual power, and they were pulled into the underworld that they did not know when to open. Go to the door.

Finally, the spiritual power circled around the formation, and all the monsters were trapped by the majestic spiritual power of the formation and struggled, but in the end they could only be forcibly pulled into the dark gate of hell.

Qiang Mo's consciousness sensed these changes, and his face finally showed some relief. Fortunately, it was successful...

In the next second, intense pain swept over in an instant, Qiang Mo groaned, the whole person fell weakly on the tree trunk, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The blood was little by little, sprinkled on the girl's slightly curved trouser legs, which was very obvious.

Qiang Mo turned his head back, leaning **** the tree trunk behind him, feeling his soul being stripped from his body bit by bit, and feeling his bones being crushed bit by bit.

But still can't move...

She is tired.

Consciousness gradually subsided, and Mu Yeran's voice seemed to ring in his ears.

Qiang Mo struggled to open his eyes, relying on Nanyin's power of well-being for himself, barely opened a crack, and saw Mu Yeran who had arrived at an unknown time.

Mu Yeran's eyes were red, with obsession in his eyes, but his face was obviously flustered. His mouth was open, but he didn't know what to say. He just clenched Qiang Mo's weak hand and kept rubbing it—

It seemed that this would warm up the girl's gradually cold body.

Qiang Mo raised his head helplessly and looked at Mu Yeran in front of him. The corners of his mouth twitched, but he soon lost the strength and drooped down again, but his lips moved slightly, and his voice was very low:

"I broke my promise again..."

Mu Yeran shook his head in a panic, unable to utter a word, but tears kept flowing from his eyes and slid down his cheeks.

Qiang Mo closed his eyes, coughed, his face paled again, swallowed a mouthful of blood, and closed his mouth tightly.

Just when Qiang Mo's consciousness was about to dissipate, he faintly felt a figure approaching his side.

Then, the body suddenly lightened, and the power of the formation's backlash suddenly disappeared.

With the huge gap between the front and the back, and the new injury that was originally added, Qiang Mo finally couldn't hold on, and the whole person suddenly fainted.

Mu Yeran rushed over, caught Qiang Mo, and looked up at the person in front of him with a complicated look in his eyes.

Feng Ban supported the tree trunk with one hand and covered his chest with the other, his face was very ugly.

Mu Yeran naturally knew the origin of Qiang Mo and this person, but even if he hated Feng Shi's merciless betrayal, he couldn't help being a little shocked at this time.

What the **** did he do? !