Ying Xiu's face was as dark as water. He couldn't tell with his eyes that Su Jing's faint words completely wiped out You Gui Lang's desire to live. What You Gui Lang spat out was not black blood. It is his true origin for the past three thousand years.
His oil will run out and his lamp will dry up.
They came all the way from the Zhongyou Dynasty to come here for this body of a resentful ghost that had been around for three thousand years.
But now, it is completely empty.
What is even more frustrating is that not only Yuukilang failed to succeed, but even Benizakura unexpectedly developed a rebellious spirit.
There is order in the secluded world, and all ghosts in the form of heroic spirits must not violate the orders of the spirit master.
Anyone who disobeys the order is guilty of a serious crime and must be thrown into the Zhongyou Suzaku Pond and undergo three years of soul refining with the holy fire as a precept before the sin of disobedience can be washed away.
After three years of soul refining with the Holy Fire, Hongying's strength will inevitably be greatly reduced.
Ying Xiu did not expect that Xianling City and his party would be so damaged.
What made him even more frustrated was that Su Jing knew that he was here for You Gui Lang, but he still mercilessly destroyed You Gui Lang completely, leaving no room left.
Compared to Ying Xiu, Erhe was even more angry and mad.
Youguilang is the only key that can open the door to the three realms of Ghost Mountain. No one can replace it. If he dies, no one can enter that legendary realm and see the great king of the demon clan.
He sucked the power of his palm towards You Gui Lang, and the remaining body rose from the ground and fell into his palm. The endless spiritual energy continued to surge towards his heart.
Erhe's distracted body became dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He said in a deep voice: "Feng Qing! It was I who led you into the devil and gave you a three-thousand-year life as a ghost. Your life is mine. I If I don’t let you die, even the Lord of Netherworld wouldn’t dare to take your soul! Do you believe it or not?!”
Yuukiro didn't answer, but just let out a hoarse and crazy laugh.
The demonic intent surrounding the mask deepened, and veins popped out in the palm holding the broken body, but the voice under the mask suddenly became strangely gentle.
"My dear disciple, you have endured for three thousand years, three thousand years, and countless mortal lives have been wasted. Why did you give up at the last step?
You are right, the new Fourth River was born three hundred years ago, but Master has no intention of giving up on you. Do you really want to give up everything for a woman again? "
Youguilang laughed, his lips and teeth were full of black blood, and his blood-red eyes were filled with unspeakable sarcasm: "I am going to die, do you think I will still care about this?"
The hands holding his body could hardly contain the terrifying murderous intent. He turned sideways with a pair of dangerous blood-red eyes and looked at Su Jing through the mask. His eerie gaze almost pierced the heart!
"Well...that's great! Years of plans are over! Taixuanzong, Su Jing - really I shouldn't have kept you back then!"
Ying Xiu's face darkened, and the anger in his eyes couldn't be stopped, and he said sternly: "Take down this devil!"
Everyone, look at me and I look at you. They are not monks under Zhongyou. Naturally, they don’t have to obey Ying Xiu’s orders. The evil reputation of the six rivers in the demon world is already powerful in ancient and modern times, let alone the three rivers in front of it. A mysterious level of existence.
Even if it's just a distraction, none of them dare to be the one who stands out.
Balian turned the piccolo lightly in his hand, and just as he was about to take action, there was a sound of a figure rushing by beside him.
Turning around, he saw it was Meng Zifei.
His face was solemn, his left arm held a fly whisk, and he held a sword in his right hand to draw a yin and yang diagram. The sound of sword intent piercing the air was heard one after another. A strong wind blew on the mountain road, and countless snowflakes turned like blades, immediately turning into a violent snowstorm. The general intense sword intent shrouded in the direction of the Second River.
The power of the sword actually contained a violent meaning that contained anger.
Among the endless sharp edges, Erhe's vicious eyes under the mask were slightly blood-red, and he let out a light sigh, as if by accident, the first person to attack him was Meng Zifei.
The palm with a broken finger pressed deeply towards the ground beneath his feet, and the sky was filled with snow. At this moment, the sword intention seemed to feel an unprecedented gravity, and it plummeted towards the earth. The light and weightless flying snow broke out of the black earth. Countless deep holes, riddled with holes as if eaten by insects.
The disparity in power is immediately apparent.
However, Bai Lian clearly caught Erhe's moment of hesitation, as if he was hesitating whether to kill Meng Zifei here.
Then he just sighed softly.
The murderous intention is no longer suppressed and concealed.
The palm that was pressed down was lifted up again, and countless slender ice needles were suspended in the countless small holes on the ground, which were like insect food. Each ice needle was condensed with powerful spiritual thoughts, and stood on the ground like countless murderous intentions. , the cold wind suddenly picked up on the mountain road, shooting out like wind and snow.
Meng Zifei sensed the murderous intention of Erhe. His face was pale, but he showed no sign of fear. He raised the sword in his hand to protect the vital points of his eyes, and the whisk in his left hand flew like three thousand white threads.
The slender ice needles flew around like broken grass, but they were extremely sharp. The white whisk threads scattered in profusion, and the ice needles struck deeply into Meng Zifei's hands, legs, and chest without any suspense, and there were dots of blood. The scars stained his body red.
There was also a particularly long, slender and vicious ice needle that stabbed towards his heart.
Meng Zifei let out a low roar, and ducked sideways in mid-air on the thin line between life and death.
The ice needle scratched his clothes, and a pool of blood gradually appeared. Even the ghost flower he had hidden thoughtfully to ward off the demon poison fell out like shredded paper stained with blood.
Meng Zifei took the lead in taking action. Although he did not cause any substantial harm to You Gui Lang, he was still covered in blood and fell to the ground heavily.
But it successfully aroused everyone's fighting spirit. They roared in unison, and all forces formed formations to fight.
It was precisely because of Meng Zifei's action that everyone knew the depth of Erhe's distraction.
No worries anymore.
After all, even if you only capture a distraction, it is still the distraction of the Second River.
Ying Xiu strode forward, helped Meng Zifei up, and put his palms on his back to continuously transfer spiritual energy to him and protect his heart.
"I don't know whether to live or die! The various forces present here are nothing compared to the powerful ones. How could it be your turn to die!"
Meng Zifei opened his eyes weakly, his lips were pale and he said nothing. He looked at Balian steadily and moved his lips silently.
Bailian did not follow the team that surrounded Erhe. The particularly clean eyes under the umbrella turned slightly and looked at the dying Meng Zifei in Ying Xiu's arms.
He was silent for a long time, until he saw Meng Zifei's blood-covered left hand tremblingly stroking the whisk with thousands of broken threads. Seeing his eyes gradually becoming moist, Balian sighed and said with a hint of helplessness: "Mr. Meng is seriously injured and weak. It is best to rest and recover."
Meng Zifei shook his lips, smiled gratefully at him, and then turned his head and he fainted.
