Fix your sister's fairy

"Boy, get out of here!" said the Blood Sword in a low voice.

Mo Yi looked back at the people on the deck, his heart sank, he looked at the scenery outside the ship that had turned into phantoms because of the rapid falling speed, and said, "Everyone! "

In less than ten seconds, the flying boat will break through the sky above the ancient city, and everyone on the deck looked at each other and said in unison, "Let's meet outside the city!"

Dozens of streamers rushed out into the sky, and soon Mo Yi was the only one left on the deck, standing on the empty flying boat and looking down on the entire ancient city, as if he wanted to remember the appearance of the entire ancient city.

"Hahaha, that stinky boy will be out of the mortal stage at most, he will die!" The monk who had just flown away from the flying boat turned around and glanced at Mo Yi on the deck, and couldn't help but laugh playfully.

"Don't worry about him, he's just a minor repair in the extraordinary period, and it is estimated that he deserves to die here because of the secret treasure given by the forces behind him. The person who answered was full of mockery and disdain.

Just as Edgeworth was speeding away from the dozens of lights and shadows of the falling flying boat, suddenly a figure heard the discussion and stopped, she turned to look at Mo Yi on the falling flying boat, and hesitated, but after a moment she still turned her head and prepared to leave.

But after flying a few more meters, she paused, she looked down at the lone figure on the deck of the flying boat that was gradually getting smaller, and finally let out a light snort, turning into an arc of light, and recoiled at high speed towards the flying boat that was falling at high speed.

Mo Yi's eyes were dry, and in the last time he looked down at the ancient city and all the terrain around the ancient city, and in the end, he closed his eyes and forcibly memorized it, and the complicated roads in the ancient city were engraved in his mind.

"Hey, do you want to die?"

Suddenly, just as Mo Yi opened his eyes, and was about to pull out the Blood Sword behind his back and fly out of here, a shout suddenly came from outside the ship. He looked up and saw that there was a figure flying at the same speed as the falling of the flying boat outside the ship, and the shadow on the flying sword stretched out her hand to him from afar, it was a warm winter, and she was flying at the same level with the flying boat with a bad face and shouted at Mo Yi.

"Ugh. "

Mo Yi was stunned, he didn't expect that this woman, who should have been the last to see him on the ship, would actually come back to "save" him, which made him a little surprised and impressed by this woman.

Mo Yi's reaction turned the unkindness on Nuan Dong's face into anger, "If you want to die, say it early, don't waste my time!"

Mo Yi, who reacted when he heard the words, immediately stepped on the side of the boat and jumped out, the distance of dozens of meters turned into nothing in an instant, and the next moment he stepped on the flying sword of Warm Winter, and Warm Winter immediately urged the flying sword to stay away from the flying boat, and the moment they left the range of the flying boat's shield, the wind threw them high, but fortunately, the Warm Winter method stabilized the flying sword.

"Thank you. Mo Yi said while standing behind Nuan Dong.

"........." Nuan Dong, who had her back to Mo Yi, frowned, she didn't know why she wanted to turn around to save this guy, obviously this guy had already made her very unhappy before, if she insisted on saying why, it was probably the last bit of kindness in her heart that had not been brutally annihilated by the immortal cultivation world.

I didn't expect that after more than ten years, I still have something to grow, and my kindness should have disappeared with the days of hiding in the haystack?

Nuan Dong laughed at himself in his heart.

Nuan Dong, who was driving the flying sword, immediately found the direction where the team left and flew over, there was a huge sound on the ground, and Mo Yi looked back to see that the flying boat smashed into the ancient city and raised high dust. The sound of the flying boat hitting the ground continued to echo in the empty ancient city, which made Mo Yi feel a little frightened inexplicably, for fear that this sound would wake up the terrifying things sleeping in it......

The place where the flying boat fell was closer to the center of the ancient city, and it flew in the southeast direction of the ancient city in the warm winter, which was the location where Zhang Batu had made an appointment to meet, and the speed of the flying sword was very fast, and the city walls of the ancient city could be seen in less than a moment, but at this moment, Mo Yi suddenly heard a terrible scream.

Nuan Dong and Mo Yi both trembled, before they could start exploring the ancient city, why did an accident happen? Their eyes immediately searched for the screams, and finally found their target on the ground near the edge of the ancient city.

It was a monk in the squad, and he was the one who thought that Mo Yi would not be able to escape from the flying boat and was dead, but at this time, his whole body was trapped in a pile of dried corpses, and the flying sword was slanted into the distance.

On the ground, there were hundreds of thousands of dried corpses' hands holding him down, making him constantly wail, and soon even though he mobilized his whole body's mana to light up and tried to resist, the hands of the dried corpses sucked out all the mana like dirt meeting water.

As far as the eye could see, the monk's skin had become dry, as if it had been eroded by age, his skin was wrinkled, his hair was black and gray, and his screams changed from vigorous and lifeless, and finally transformed from a man in the prime of life into a dull old corpse.

Mo Yi felt goosebumps rising, this was not simply plundering the qi, blood and essence, the monk seemed to be sucked dry by his own "years", resulting in his current appearance.

Why can these dried corpses suck people for 410 years? Mo Yi didn't know, but he guessed that it must have something to do with this lifeless ancient city.

Warm Winter accelerated the flying sword and turned into rainbow light and flew towards the city wall, and just as she was about to leap over and leave the ancient city, a female cultivator in a team in front of her suddenly shouted.

The nun flew in the sky with Changhong under her feet, but when she approached the ancient city wall, she suddenly seemed to be pulled by a powerful force, pulling her whole person towards the pile of dried corpses on the ground.

"No!no!" Seeing the ending of the monk before, the female cultivator was frightened and urged her whole body mana to try to get rid of the pull of the strange force, but in the end, she was gradually defeated by this strange power, and Changhong's whole person fell to the ground.

The pile of dried corpses stretched out countless hands to catch the nun, and in the desperate screams, the nun followed in the footsteps of the previous dead monk and turned into a dry corpse in the twilight.

"Rush over!" Nuan Dong's eyelids jumped and her heart was horrified, but she still made up her mind to encourage all her cultivation, and her body emitted a glow of glow, and rushed towards the city wall like a furnace, and the flying sword under her feet pierced the air and screamed, causing her body to shine brightly.

Mo Yi followed the flight close to Nuan Dong, but his eyes fell on this vast ancient city, and he looked at the dried corpses everywhere and the corpses like a forest, and his eyes appeared with thoughts. _

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