The white mist surging, and the light can only illuminate the fog, dyeing the surroundings orange.

Changsun Tao held up his sword and approached Ind Shitian, but the fog that fluctuated from all directions indicated that the invisible silver thread was coming again.

Changsun Tao used his hands to penetrate the sword to the ground. While the air waves blew away the mist, it also swept away the silver wires that were coming.

He did not stop there, and used a few more ultimate moves, and soon washed away the fog.

Those ugly-looking people were out of fog and were afraid of the lights. They couldn't help but retreat into the jungle and squatted in the bushes, so that they would not see their ugly appearance.

Hong Jiang held the recovering Dee Shitian and fled quickly, and Changsun Tao immediately threw out his sword energy to attack.

But just as he raised his hand, his wrist was entangled with something, and a slight and dense pain appeared. Before he could think too much, the sword turned around in his hand, and the thing that entangled his wrist was immediately cut off.

Despite the timely reaction, his skin was still broken and bright red blood beads quickly spilled out.

Changsun Tao glanced at the silk thread that was still entangled with his wrist and realized that it was an extremely tough ice silk.

It was this delay that the figures of Hong Jiang and Indra had disappeared.

Because he was not sure whether the person who put the thread was still there, Changsun Tao did not dare to let the injured Huihui follow him rashly.

"Nanman Niu'er, don't sleep!"

Sima Xuanmo's anxious call also rang out at this time.

While guarding against the thread coming again, Changsun Tao walked towards Lan Lingling. Seeing that Lan Lingling's clothes were completely soaked in blood, he immediately gave up chasing Imperial Shitian.

He said: "Cousin, take Miss Lingling back."

Sima Xuanmo did not dare to delay, and did not care about suspicion. He gently held Lan Lingling in his arms, carefully caring for her head, and preventing her head from moving around and tearing open the wound.

It was at this moment that Sima Xuanmo did not argue with Lan Lingling, and was full of concerns about his companions.

He said "vicious" words in a tone of You Fen: "Don't die, the little emperor will marry the seventy-two concubines of the Three Palaces and Six Courtyards. You will not get anything by then."

Lan Lingling's face was pale and her breathing was weak. She didn't know if she heard it, but she seemed to be on the verge of death.

This made Sima Xuanmo unable to help but look anxious.

Changsun Tao protected the two of them, and they quickly walked towards Yao's house.

Because of this fight, there were small stalls knocked down by the fleeing crowd everywhere, and things were thrown all over the floor and messed up everywhere.

The people in groups of three or three were sucked by the escaped Indra, and their dry body was lying on the road.

Suddenly, Changsun Tao's sharp eyes swept around, and the long sword in his hand had already been thrown out.

The sharp blade had no flesh and blood splattered. When Changsun Tao went to get the sword, he finally saw someone who could control the ice silk to kill people.

It's mediocre, and he can't tell his identity from his appearance.

Changsun Tao swung his sword a few times, and the man's clothes instantly turned into pieces, and his whole body was presented in front of Changsun Tao.

Changsun Tao kicked his body over again, but there was no clue on the entire body. The only thing worth caring about was that the ice silk thread that seemed to be connected to flesh and blood "grown" from the man's fingertips.

Ten fingers, each of which grew silver-white silk thread.

Changsun Tao just touched it lightly, and the thread cut his finger.

Sima Xuanmo reminded: "Your Highness, don't move around, be careful of it being poisonous. Look at Nanman Niu'er's lips becoming black, and she looks like she is poisoned."

Changsun Tao said indifferently: "It's okay, ordinary poison can't do anything to me. Let's go back first."

The two hurried to Yao's house, and after they left, several figures appeared from the darkness, and there was a thread that seemed to be alive in the fingertips of those people.

One of them shook his backhand, and the silk thread that was almost invisible to the naked eye entangled the person hiding beside him and shivered.

The thread gradually turned red from the direction of the passerby's body.

The red spread all the way until it entered the attacker's fingertips, and the attacker seemed to have sucked something delicious, and his expression became quite enjoyable.

But for a moment, the innocent person entangled with silk thread turned into a mummy, as if he had been sucked by Indra.

When Changsun Tao and the others returned to Yao's house, Lu Mingyu and the others happened to come back.

Changsun Tao took Lu Mingyu and Dabao into his arms and breathed a sigh of relief.

Without any warm time, Changsun Tao hurriedly said: "Miss Lingling is not in good condition. Yan Yan, go and see her."

Sima Xuanmo rushed into the room with Lan Lingling in his arms and gently placed it on the couch. Only then did he realize that his body was covered with Lan Lingling's blood.

He spread his hands blankly, and was dizzy when the smell of blood was swelling for the first time: "A Yu, look at Nanman Niu'er. I obviously fed her the life-saving medicine you configured, but her blood just couldn't stop!"

"Don't be anxious!" Lu Mingyu quickly knelt beside Lan Lingling, reached out to hold her pulse for consultation.

After a moment, she frowned tightly: "What kind of poison is this? It's so tricky that the wound will not heal and the blood will continue to flow."

Nangong Suisui said anxiously: "Yu'er, can Miss Lingling save her?"

Xie Yun also showed a look of worry.

Lu Mingyu did not rush to answer, and used scissors to gently cut the cloth strips bandaged on Lan Lingling's neck and checked her bleeding wound.

Then, Lu Mingyu took out the tools, carefully cleaned Lan Lingling's wounds, and then applied the ointment specially made by Baili Wuxiang.

After working hard for half an hour, the wound on Lan Lingling's neck finally stopped the blood.

But because of excessive blood loss, she was very weak at the moment and fell into a coma.

Lu Mingyu told everyone: "If the wound is a little deeper, it will be powerless to turn the world back. Fortunately, I did not cut the important artery, so I stopped the bleeding for her first. The poison on her body is not easy to be relieved, and it will take some time. What's going on?"

Changsun Tao stretched out his wrist and said, "It's the Lingling girl who hurts this thing."

When Lu Mingyu saw it, he suddenly became anxious: "It's all my fault, I didn't notice the wound on your wrist."

Changsun Tao said disrespectfully: "A small matter is just a cut. I think the thread is strange, so it is not taken down to make it for you to observe."

Lu Mingyu quickly took off the thread carefully with clean pliers, and then he wanted to deal with Changsun Tao's wound.

Changsun Tao said: "It's okay, the wound is no longer bleeding. Maybe it's because of Yan Gu, or maybe it's because of the ability to invade all poisons. In short, the poison on the thread has no effect on me."

Lu Mingyu didn't listen to him, so he asked him to sit down and carefully treated the wound on his wrist.

At the end, Lu Mingyu seemed to have thought of something, came to Lan Lingling and immediately activated the Yan Gu in his body.
Chapter completed!