The appearance of Shennongmu temporarily trapped Yi Baishou and Lady Lu.
The golden branches and vines wrapped around the two of them like countless tentacles, and the vitality was rippling but not a single bit fell into their bodies.
Yu Lan opened her eyes weakly, looked at Yu Zhuyue blocking the other two, and murmured: "Mother-in-law!"
When Madam Lu saw such divine objects, a fire of ignorance arose in her heart. The true energy surged, and the blood claws cut off the branches and vines on his body like a sharp knife, and attacked Yu Zhuyue.
"Why, why don't I have such a magical thing!"
"Why is my child dying?"
"If you had appeared earlier, my child would not have died, he would not have died!"
At this moment, Madam Lu was like a madman, her pupils were bloodshot, and she was screaming at the top of her lungs, full of unwillingness and madness.
Twenty years ago, Mrs. Lu had a child, her only child. Unfortunately, the child died when he was born and had an incurable disease.
From then on, Mrs. Lu began to become crazy, and occasionally lost consciousness. She hallucinated that her child was not dead and had now grown up.
Seeing Shennongmu now, the despair that once faced death suddenly surged into my heart.
"Kill them, I will kill you, take this sacred object away, and heal my poor child."
The layers of golden branches looked like tofu in front of Madam Lu’s bloody claws.
Madam Lu approached Yu Zhuyue. Shennongmu was a magical object that could cure diseases and save people, not a magic weapon for killing enemies. Naturally, it couldn't stop a crazy great practitioner.
Yu Zhuyue did not give in, remaining as calm as ever. When she decided to take action, she was already prepared to die.
Because the young people behind her are more important than her.
Li Wantong calmed down and finally made the decision in his heart.
"Old Wang, take Yu Lan and your mother-in-law away later, as far away as possible."
Wang Dafu looked at Li Wantong and said solemnly: "Miss... Young Master Yu has told me to protect you. Although I, Wang Dafu, have a low cultivation level, I will die before you."
Li Wantong also looked at Wang Dafu. She, who was usually gentle, said very coldly: "Take them away, otherwise everyone will die."
Wang Dafu is also a sharp-eyed person and knows how to observe words and emotions. This feeling that was so cold that it reached the bone marrow made Wang Dafu's mind clear up for a moment.
"Miss...you have no cultivation level..."
Leaving Li Wantong behind, there is only one way to die.
Wang Dafu really couldn't think of any way Li Wantong could deal with the enemy, but if he had to sacrifice himself, why should they keep away?
After Li Wantong struggled for a while, he said resolutely: "Who said I have no cultivation level?"
...
Yu Zhi felt only anxious and kept praying in his heart.
"It's all my fault. After all calculations, I always took a chance and thought that Mr. San would not attack Tong'er and the others again. If I had known this, I should have waited for my uncle to escort them back to Kyoto."
Yu Zhi feels regret now, but there is no medicine for regret in the world.
Li Haomiao was thinking about all this.
Judging from the information from Shenyin Pavilion, there are two more people from Yanyun's Eighteenth Cavalry heading north. In addition to Mr. Three and the knife-catcher, there are two other people whose whereabouts are unknown and their identities are unknown. This is the biggest threat.
"It seems Xiang Ji can't wait any longer." Li Haomiao thought to himself.
Suddenly, Li Haomiao asked: "Why is Kyoto so eager to call you back?"
Yu Zhi was stunned when he was asked. He had never thought about this from the beginning.
But hearing Li Haomiao's words, Yu Zhi also had doubts in his heart.
"The task assigned to me by the Inspectorate has been cleared up. Logically speaking, I should return to Beijing to resume my duties." Yu Zhi said slowly, "However, all it takes is a summons from the Inspectorate for me to return to Beijing and resume my duties. The imperial edict came from the palace and was taken seriously."
After a moment of silence, Li Haomiao thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Yu'er, don't trust Qiu Jinfeng too much."
Yu Zhi glanced at Li Haomiao in surprise, but did not answer.
The timing of returning to Beijing was perfect, it happened to be when both Li Haomiao and Wei Wuji couldn't get away.
Thinking about it now, Yu Zhi felt that this trip back to Beijing was full of conspiracy.
...
Nuo Min's expression was solemn. She never expected that the person Yu Zhi wanted her to protect would actually lead to three great cultivators of the eighth grade and a ninth grade cultivator.
Ye Qinghuan supported his body and swallowed a pill, barely stabilizing the injury.
"Ning Huan, you and Lao Huang get out of here."
Immediately, Ye Qinghuan said to Nuo Min: "Princess Princess, I'm going to arrest the swordsman. Please let your people deal with Mr. Three as soon as possible."
Nuo Min looked at the seriously injured Ye Qinghuan and said, "You can't hold it back in your condition..."
Ye Qinghuan interrupted: "There is no need for the princess to worry, I have my own way."
After saying that, Ye Qinghuan took a deep breath and suddenly felt refreshed, as if all the injuries on his body had been healed.
In just an instant, Ye Qinghuan had returned to the state of his heyday.
But everyone knows that the cost of all this is huge.
Ye Qinghuan has already rushed forward, holding the broken sword in his hand, with the wind and snow accompanying him, and the thunder paving the way.
The two sword moves taught by Li Haomiao have been practiced to perfection by Ye Qinghuan. In one breath, two moves came out to clear the way for Ye Qinghuan.
At this moment, Ye Qinghuan's aura had climbed to the eighth level of the Open Monument.
Obviously, this is a forbidden technique.
Forcibly raising the realm is still a great realm among the monuments.
The sword light separated the swordsman from the battlefield. Ye Qinghuan's sword intent surrounded him, and the frost was raging, as if the cold winter was coming.
Without one person to restrain him, Batulu roared angrily to vent his frustration.
The fists as big as sandbags were packed with endless power and blasted towards Mr. San's face. The strong wind roared and turned into a storm between heaven and earth, destroying everything.
Mr. Third raised his hand to block, his silk gloves shining with silver.
The moment the fists came into contact, the figure of the third gentleman flew out.
Blood splashed in the air. The elegant scholar was in ragged clothes and his long hair was messy. He looked extremely embarrassed and miserable.
The sword catcher and Mr. Three may be able to contain the warriors on the grassland, but Mr. Three alone can only be abused?
On the other side, Ye Qinghuan did not hold back, but counterattacked with a broken sword.
The lonely sword intent, as cold as frost, raged and enveloped the sword catcher.
Tear!
The cloth on the sword catcher's shoulder tore, and a streak of blood spattered out.
At this moment, while opening the eighth level of the monument, Ye Qinghuan's sword moves were far more powerful than those of a swordsman.
The fierce fighting between the two sides continues.
As Li Wantong walked towards Yu Zhuyue, he had already started talking to Queen Feiying in his heart.
"I promise you, as long as you can save them."
Li Wantong could no longer bear the thought of someone dying in front of him, just like the girl died that night.
Now she has a choice and the ability to save others.
"As you wish!" Feiying's voice sounded again, cold and flat, without even a hint of joy.
Immediately afterwards, Li Wantong opened his heart, and the remaining Feiying soul began to take over Li Wantong's body.
Step by step, blood cherry petals sprouted from the soles of his bare feet. Countless blood cherry petals were flying in the air, and they fell on Li Wantong's body one by one, turning into a coquettish long skirt. Her long hair fell down and fluttered in the wind. Bloody cherry blossoms slowly appeared between her white eyebrows. Her eyes, as clear as a spring, were stained with blood in the blink of an eye. They were like an abyss of blood that made you unable to move away once you looked at it. Open your eyes.
"Get away or die!"
In an instant, Li Wantong had become another person.
The gentle and fresh jasmine flower turns into a thorny and enchanting blood-red rose.
Today's "Li Wantong" is almost the most beautiful woman in the world, with her charming blood-colored pupils and the movement of her eyes that are naturally charming. The blood-red blood cherry dress drags on the ground. The delicate body under the dress is plump and exquisite, like the most delicious peach in the world, making people want to take a bite. The seductive and sinful body, with three thousand black hairs dancing at will, will fall on the slender waist that can be grasped. The jade feet touching the ground were naked, and the snow-white and slender jade legs were also exposed to the air.
Her charming appearance is enough to attract the attention of all men in the world and arouse the desires hidden deep in their hearts.
"Is this Li Wantong?"
Everyone's eyes fell on Li Wantong, full of confusion and doubts, as if to say, how could this be Li Wantong?
At this time, Feiying was already standing next to Yu Zhuyue. Xue Tong glanced at Yu Zhuyue and said lightly: "She asked me to save you. I never break my promise, so get out!"
The cold yet firm tone made people shudder, irresistible, and subconsciously wanted to obey Feiying's orders.
Yu Zhuyue looked at "Li Wantong" and said, "Who are you?"
Feiying snorted coldly, and with a thought, a strong wind blew Yu Zhuyue away. She doesn't like nonsense, and she always speaks the truth among the Lingkui tribe, and no one dares to refute it.
Flying out upside down, Yu Zhuyue groaned, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
But immediately, Fei Ying frowned and said to herself: "You didn't obey my order and got a little injured. You deserve it. Don't worry, I promised you that I will save them."
Immediately, Feiying's frown slowly calmed down.
Madam Lu looked at Feiying in surprise, and Yi Baishou, who was not controlled by Shennongmu, also stood beside Madam Lu.
"She seems to be no longer Li Wantong." Yi Baishou said.
Madam Lu nodded and said, "I was just a weak little girl before, but now I can't even detect this person's aura."
A great cultivator of the ninth level of Open Monument cannot detect the other party's aura, either because the other party is a dead person, or the other party's cultivation level is higher than his own.
"However." Madam Lu did not back down and continued, "I want that thing."
Madam Lu stared straight at the Shennong Wood in Yu Zhuyue's hand in the distance, as if just taking the Shennong Wood could save her child who died twenty years ago.
Fei Ying raised her head proudly, her eyes not falling on the two of them.
Thousands of years ago, the people who could talk to her were the most powerful people in the world, invincible creatures above the masters.
Who is a cultivator of the ninth level of the Open Monument?
"Get out or die!"
Countless blood cherry blossoms turned into a flying rain of flowers, covering the entire mountain.
The blood cherry blossoms shine in the night, with coldness and murderous intent, exterminating all living things in the world.
