Hanyi looked ahead, his eyes were solemn like never before.

These Praetorian guards have golden eyes, all drawn by Xi and Mohao, and are not living creatures, unable to be injured, nor afraid of death.

This kind of enemy is the most difficult to deal with, they will always haunt you, they will not retreat at all, either kill them all, or simply do not fight and find a way to escape.

For desert assassins who are good at attacking behind the scenes, it is obvious that the latter can only be chosen.

Wintercoat tried to find the gaps in the Praetorian Guard's formation, but their numbers were too large to count, and they were all banners and giant blades intertwined.

The Golden Ink Guard infinitely squeezed the standing space of the winter coat and enclosed it in it, the light around him formed a coercion that was enough to crush everything, and the giant blade in his hand was dazzling, but it was more like the cold glow of death, and he did not hide his thirst for blood.

"Boom!" The Praetorian closest to the winter coat strode forward, and the giant blade slashed head-on, setting off a wave of scorching gold.

Without warning, Hanyi's figure disappeared, and the giant blade slashed into the air, leaving a slash mark several meters deep on the Suzaku Bridge.

Looking at the bridge again, I saw a small black dot shuttling rapidly in the golden sea, and if you look closely, you will find that it is a small black cat like a briquette, running at a gallop with a book in its mouth.

The little black cat was wounded, and a hideous gap could be seen on the side ribs, and the faintly visible white bones contrasted with the black fur.

This was left by the stabbing wound of the Golden Ink spear just now, and the sequelae of the catharsis of power were still there, causing it to be unstable and stumble when it ran.

However, the size of the little black cat is perfect for the situation in front of them.

The Golden Ink Guards are huge, and they are a few meters or even more than a dozen meters at every turn, not to mention whether they are flexible or not, they want to swing a giant blade to slash such a little black cat, which is tantamount to a clumsy orangutan trying to catch a flying insect.

Although the little black cat was injured, its agility was still there, and it shuttled back and forth through the gaps in the formation of the Golden Ink Guards, causing them to crash into each other.

The giants were squeezed by their companions, and soon lost their center of gravity, and fell to the ground one after another, and when they got up again, the little black cat had already run away.

Just when the little black cat was about to rush to the head of the Vermilion Bird Bridge, the earth-shattering phoenix roared through the sky, and the Luan phoenix reappeared in the sky, setting off a golden fire and swooping down, and slammed down in front of the little black cat.

Luan Feng incarnates, condensed into a human form.

Cang Xuan stood proudly in the mottled golden fire, the four-clawed golden dragon robe fluttered in the wind, like a phantom, forming a vast curtain of light between the waves, and the golden pupils opened violently, as if it could tear everything apart when it was swept away.

"Boom!" Time seemed to freeze at this moment, Cang Xuan held Xi and Mohao in his hands, and the tip of the pen turned into a black line so small that it was almost invisible, straight through the throat of the little black cat.

The colors of the world seemed to be swallowed up by gold, suddenly setting off an extremely scorching heat, but there was an infinite chill sweeping in, half of the hell, half of the frost and snow.

Under the oppression of death, the little black cat's consciousness was clear to the extreme, and its potential exploded at this moment, and it seemed that the whole world was a hundred times clearer in its eyes.

But this kind of potential explosion is only limited to dynamic vision, and the body functions are completely unable to keep up, and it is impossible to twist this fatal blow.

In desperation, it could only return to its human form, and slashed horizontally into the air with its sharp fingers and claws, drawing a dazzling ray like a waning moon.

"Bang!" The metal fingers and claws of the cold clothes grasped the body of Xi and Mohao's pen, and the hardness could not resist such an ancient divine soldier at all, and the claw blade was broken without suspense.

Fortunately, Hanyi's desperate throw erupted with extremely strong force, and the claw broke and caused a slight shift in the tip of the pen.

At this moment, Hanyi once again transformed into a cat, and his body swooped forward to avoid it, looking for the last chance in the subtle deviation of the trajectory.

"Whew!" Xi and Mo Hao passed through the tip of the little black cat's ear, directly tearing out a bloody gap, the dense nerves in the ear brought severe pain, coupled with the rampant golden ink energy, all its consciousness seemed to be taken away, and the roar in its mind was like a boil, about to burn its soul.

"Bang." Although the sound of the little black cat falling to the ground was slight, it obviously broke several bones, and its mouth unconsciously loosened, and the blood-stained "Breaking the Law Sutra" fell out.

Cang Xuan was about to pick up the stolen books, but the little black cat covered in bruises broke out again, flew forward and bit it, sprinkled a string of fine blood lines, and staggered forward.

The Suzaku Bridge has been crossed, and only the last towering Suzaku Gate remains.

"Feather." Xi and Mohao waved again.

Cang Xuan no longer opened and closed widely, but held the pen in the air and tapped quickly, just a few breaths, the air was filled with dense spots of light, they twisted, entangled, and spread in an instant, as if forming a bright sea of stars in the dark night.

If you look closely, you will find that the sky is full of feathers, they float in the air, the golden rays are extremely shining, so delicate that every wisp of feather weaving lines can be seen, as if from the body of the phoenix, draped in beacon fluorescence falling in the night, the number seems to be millions of pieces.

Before the little black cat rushed to the Vermilion Bird Gate, the last stroke had been settled, and the phoenix feathers in the sky occupied the night, as if spreading to the end of the horizon, and there was a bright golden light everywhere in sight.

Cang Xuan raised his pen, and all the golden ink phoenix feathers turned sharply, pointing directly at the running little black cat.

The ink strokes and shakes off thousands of feathers.

The golden ink phoenix feather replaced the rain in the sky, sweeping and pouring like a torrent, the explosion that broke through the sound barrier continued, and the high-speed friction actually ignited a burning fire, almost turning the entire Suzaku Gate area into a scorching hell.

The little black cat no longer had the strength to look back, so it could only run, running desperately, its body crumbling and still running, trying to seize any slim chance of life and return to its owner.

But it was all in vain.

The density of the golden ink phoenix feather exceeds that of the rain curtain, and it has already deprived all the evasion space, whether it is a person, a cat, or even an ant, it will be annihilated in the sky of the phoenix feather, like tears in the rain.

"Bell! Clang! Clang! Just as the little black cat was about to turn into ashes, a sharp sound of gold suddenly sounded from the beacon tower in the distance, and it resounded through the sky one by one.

Jin Mo Feng Yu was retracted in an instant, and the nearest piece was only a stone's throw away from the little black cat, and even the cat hair was scorched, but it still stopped in the sound of gold.

The little black cat was covered in bruises at this time, and he was already unconscious, just running in the desire to return home, and he didn't have any extra thoughts to think about why Cang Xuan stopped.

It squeezed into the gap under the Suzaku door with the book in its mouth, and its paws desperately squeezed the ground, and finally squeezed out with the cat and the book, and disappeared from Cangxuan's sight, leaving only a pool of scarlet blood.

Cang Xuan didn't chase the little black cat, he didn't even look at the direction in which it disappeared, Xi and Mo were collected, and the beast, spear, soldier, and feather melted in an instant, and they were classified as the most primitive golden ink, and disappeared under the sleeves of the four-clawed golden dragon robe.

Behind the Vermilion Bird Bridge, the gate to the palace opened, and the great eunuch came behind Cangxuan, bowed his head slightly, and said in a voice that was neither yin nor yang: "You want to hurt her again, and you can't kill her, it's really hard for you to act in such a play." ”

"By order of the Son of Heaven." Cang Xuan said the four words without emotion, and without words, he passed by the big eunuch and returned to the palace.