Chapter 464: Si Ruochen's life hangs by a thread

Zhi Yao looked at it like this, tried to hold back her laughter, and said seriously: "It's okay, as long as you're safe and sound, even if you blame me, it's okay." ”

When the white fox heard this, his eyes became wet, and he looked at Zhi Yao with emotion.

Its beautiful girl really loves her the most.

"I'm afraid it's going to be very dangerous in the long river of time, so just hide behind me then. Zhi Yao continued to set it up.

"No, how can I let you protect me, when the time comes, you don't care, let me come. The white fox stretched out his paws and slapped his chest with a bang, looking like he was relieved that everything was going to be me.

"Then what's so embarrassing?" Zhi Yao held back a smile and raised her chin pretending to be distressed.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, what a relationship we have. The white fox was not happy when he heard this, how familiar the two of them were, how could they be so angry?

"Well, since you insist on insisting, then when you encounter danger, you have to rush to the front. Seeing its stupid appearance, Zhi Yao couldn't hold back the corners of her mouth.

The white fox nodded, but he always felt that something was wrong?

"Ahem, you play by yourself, I'll study the formation for a while. Zhi Yao couldn't let it react, and quickly changed the topic.

"Oh, that beautiful girl, you're busy first. The white fox nodded obediently and ran to the side to play by himself.

Zhi Yao looked at the white fox who was playing and smiled, this old white is really a child.

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The night passed quickly, Zhi Yao put away the array plate in front of her, stood up and stretched out a little comfortably.

"Lao Bai, get ready to go. At this time, the white fox was sleeping beautifully on the silk blanket.

As soon as she heard Zhi Yao's shout, she suddenly woke up from her sleep and jumped high.

"Gone. Zhi Yao stepped forward, lifted the back of its neck, and carried it out of the cave.

"Hey, you let the little master down, the master doesn't want to lose face?" The white fox regained his babbling temperament again, but he only dared to talk about it, and he didn't dare to struggle at all.

After Zhi Yao put away the array plate at the entrance of the cave, she put the white fox down.

One person and one fox fight from time to time, all the way towards the long river of time.

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At this time, Si Ruochen was covered with scars, the corners of his mouth were full of blood, and his face had already been destroyed, and he was running forward desperately.

Behind him, several Jindan monks were chasing him.

"Hey, twenty-three sons, don't struggle, you can't escape, there are ten thousand demons in front of you. Wang Yunkun pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, this time his life was bound to be won.

A touch of gloom flashed in Si Ruochen's eyes, he really became a stumbling block in the eyes of his brothers and sisters, and he couldn't wait to get rid of it quickly.

Where are these brothers and sisters? This is the enemy.

"I advise you not to run away anymore, if you surrender now, you can still leave a whole corpse, if you fall into the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, it will be difficult to say. Wang Yunkun remembered the fourth prince's order, and this time he must be completely eliminated.

Si Ruochen's heart sank, and a touch of madness flashed in his heart, he just fell into the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, and he didn't want to die in their hands.

He is now covered with injuries all over his body, and his spiritual power is about to run out, and now he is completely relying on the high-grade spiritual weapon to accelerate the spirit boots, otherwise he would have been caught up by them a long time ago.

Soon, Si Ruochen came to the edge of a cliff.

The Cave of Ten Thousand Demons has arrived.

"Haha, twenty-three sons, hurry up and rein in the precipice. Wang Yunkun saw that he had no way to escape, and laughed insolently.

After all, the Ten Thousand Demon Cave is a trial heaven for demon cultivators, but for spiritual cultivators, it is hell.

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