Huang Yu looked quietly at the other side. Mi Gu, Qing Yuan and the others were treating the injuries of the elves and injecting spiritual power, but judging from their appearance, he was also seriously injured.
"Qiye, go treat their injuries and leave this to me." Huang Yu said softly.
Qiye looked at the golden dragon that had escaped halfway, and then at Luojia who had never made a move. He nodded, then stepped into the lake and was picked up by the lake spirit and sent to the other side.
Huang Yu watched Qiye start to get busy and felt a little relieved. But what about those 1,501 elves? She could think of no better nourishment to mend them with.
A group of people looked at one person, and this situation continued until Luo Jia could no longer hold on.
Luo Jia found that she couldn't leave this place, not even the direction Qiye walked in just now. She finally felt a little scared.
"Huang Yu! I am the Princess of Penglai. My aunt is the wife of the dragon clan leader. Our clan leader is from the God clan. You can't do anything to me. Let me go quickly!"
Huang Yu ignored it.
"The young clan leader will not agree to you killing us. We are just fifty golden dragons. How can we kill one thousand, five hundred and one of your clansmen? And even if they are killed, they deserve it if they are so weak!" Luo Jia wanted to say something else, but was silenced by the golden dragon beside him. "You are so impudent! I am the princess, you dare to touch me? And you touch my face!"
But no matter how she shouted, the man didn't dare to let go. He was afraid that if he angered Huang Yu, they would all die here.
Huang Yu smiled, and his smile was different from the past.
Only then did everyone realize how much trouble they had caused.
"Miss Huangyu, our princess has never seen the world, and we have offended many people. For the sake of His Highness Pluto, please let us go." There is a barrier that cannot be left, an enemy that cannot take action, and fifty soldiers who are accompanying us. At this moment, Jin Long wished he had never been here.
"Let you go?" Huang Yu whispered, "Ha... have you let my people go?"
After saying that, he didn’t care what state the opponent was in, and directly used his sword: "Seal the spirits! Pick off their dragon bones to comfort me, the spirits of Wanling Valley!"
As soon as the sealing spirit came out, fifty golden dragons immediately moved into action. He had committed such a huge crime, and he didn't know what punishment he would receive when he returned. It was better to fight for a way out, even if he degenerated into a demon dragon, it was better than being forced to bear the crime.
Huang Yu didn't make a move towards Luo Jia, but she had laid such a large barrier. On a battlefield of fifty-one battles, how could the fifty-first delicate dragon protect itself? In a short time, he was covered with bruises, even worse than those fifty golden dragons. , but no one can care about her anymore.
The elves on the other side who had improved slightly after treatment saw Huang Yu facing so many powerful golden dragons alone, and they all felt nervous for the saint. They gathered the spiritual power of eight thousand elves to fight against fifty dragons. He was turned into scum in seconds, but the saint was only one person.
Qiye was not in the mood to worry about Huang Yu, because she discovered that Mi Gu was about to die, and there were also Qing Yuan, Peony, and Shaoyao who had just been busy rescuing people. They were the beliefs of the entire Wan Ling Valley. If they were annihilated, who knows what would be left? Where should the elves below go?
Huang Yu and Feng Ling cut fifty dragons in half an hour, forcing them all to turn into prototypes. But just as they were about to cut off the dragon bones and draw the dragon's tendons, Huang Yu received a message from Qiye.
"Huang Yu, Mi Gu is dying..."
Huang Yu was startled and immediately cut off the horns of all the dragons and lifted them out of the barrier.
Luo Jia looked at Huang Yu, who was covered in dragon blood, and began to regret in her heart why she didn't bring more people with her, and why she didn't fight quickly. If she had been faster, she would definitely not have met this crazy woman.
"Qiye is right, you are not worthy of repairing the souls of my people of the Spirit Tribe." After saying that, he cut Luojia's dragon horn in half with a swing of his sword, and Luojia, who was oppressed by the power of the golden dragon and turned into a prototype, was no more than a human being at this time. Huang Yu was a head taller and fell to the ground after his horns were cut off.
Just when Huang Yu was about to kill Luo Jia, the barrier was opened.
"Saint Girl, think twice!" One person blocked Huang Yu's sword.
"Yan Shu!" Huang Yu looked at the person who came, "Did you ask her to bring people to destroy my Wanling Valley?" Huang Yu's words were mixed with hatred. He obviously liked his sister, but he allowed his own people to treat her. The tribesmen went on a killing spree.
"It's not me." Yan Shu returned sadly, "I went to Licheng to discuss attacking the demons, not in the camp."
"Not there?" Huang Yu became even angrier after hearing this, "Then you had time to save her!" After saying that, he ignored Yan Shu and let Feng Ling cut off one of Luo Jia's dragon claws.
The screams came instantly, but Yan Shu did not move, and only explained to himself: "She is my mother's most beloved niece. I cannot not save her knowing that she is in trouble."
While talking, Feng Ling used his weapon spirit again and cut off a section of Luojia's tail, and then cut it forward bit by bit.
Yan Shu acted as if he didn't hear Luo Jia's screams, and only told Huang Yu that he wanted to bring Luo Jia back alive.
Qiye's voice became more and more urgent, and Huang Yu had to stop Qielong's sword.
"Crane Dragon, take it away, and you will not be allowed to step into the Spirit Clan from now on!" After saying that, he teleported directly to the other side of the river.
Yan Shu looked at the miserable situation on the other side and felt sad in his heart. Jiuluan went through all kinds of hardships to save the tree where Jiuyao lived, but Luojia actually hurt these elves like this just for his own personal grudge. It was time for Huang Yu to chop her up.
Without even looking at Luo Jia, Yan Shu rolled up his sleeves and left the place. The maid who followed him immediately lifted Luo Jia up on a stretcher and followed him, ignoring the ones who had been cut off.
Huang Yu grabbed Qiye's hand and asked anxiously: "What do you mean I can't do it?!"
Qiye's eyes turned red, "He gave up."
"Give up? Why give up?" Huang Yu didn't understand. There was not only one spiritual plant for each kind of plant. Having one transformed tree represented that this ethnic group had a master. As long as this race was not extinct, the master would not be annihilated. And if you encounter the current situation, as long as you transform into a prototype and recuperate, it won't take long to repair it.
"He gave up the spiritual power of the Lord of the Grain Tree." Qiye choked.
Huang Yu was stunned. She thought she had a chance to save them, "What about them?"
Qiye glanced at the confused group of elves and said, "They've all given up."
Huang Yu was so shocked that she couldn't say a word. She just started to check the elves sitting on the ground one by one, and then started to talk about why why?
"Why?" Huang Yu didn't cry but was angry when she saw the broken branches on the ground, because she knew that spiritual plants are different from spiritual beasts. A group of spiritual plants can only have one incarnation. As long as the race is not destroyed, they can be resurrected. Spirit beasts can have many incarnations, and they are independent individuals. But if the transformed Lord gives up his spiritual power, it means that he will never come back again.
Qiye looked at Migu who was about to dissipate, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't come late, they wouldn't have exchanged spiritual energy for spiritual power."
Huang Yu turned her head stiffly, it turned out that it was because she was late...
The two of them looked at the valley of confusion dissipating little by little before their eyes, as well as the elves who had lost their souls and were sitting on the ground in a daze. They could not let go of the sadness in their hearts.
