Song Wan in front of her seemed to have been pierced through the chest by something. Seeing this scene, everyone was so frightened that they were at a loss.
Song Wan moaned in pain, because her chest was pierced, and she couldn't even scream. The pale face was twitching with pain, full of fear and confusion. She gritted her teeth and endured the pain and reluctantly lowered her head, but all she saw was blood spurting out of her chest and broken bones. Then her body slowly lifted off the ground and floated in the air, as if being pulled up by a strange force.
Such a serious injury caused her vitality to disappear quickly. After a few snaps of her fingers, she was left with only weak breathing.
And all this could not be hidden from Song Xin's clear eyes. She saw a dark shadow behind Song Wan, passed her arms through Song Wan's body, and lifted her up. He knew that there would be a fierce battle today, so he began to secretly release the spiritual energy.
The black shadow suddenly turned into countless small puffs of smoke, one of which rushed into Song Wan's mouth, and the remaining black smoke rushed into the mouths of the Three Saints, even the Three Saints.
In the blink of an eye, their expressions turned strange and cold. She and the people behind her had dark eyes and endless hatred... The three saints jumped out of the sedan and walked in front of the crowd. Then their figures flashed like phantoms, and in an instant Just block all roads leaving the empty field.
With a plop, Song Wan's body fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings broken. Several young people in the town saw it and immediately rushed over to check.
But as soon as they arrived at Song Wan's side, she suddenly sat up, her eyes were all black, and her originally fair and delicate face became enchanting and breathtakingly gorgeous. She just glanced at a few young people. They started to be in a daze as if they had lost their souls, and then walked to her in a daze.
Song Wan slightly tapped the tip of a young man's nose with her finger and said, "Are you so worried about others?"
The young man just smiled stupidly, and drool actually came out of his mouth. Song Wan's expression suddenly changed, she laughed ferociously, bit the young man's neck, and with a sudden breath, the young man instantly shriveled up like a deflated skin bag, and the originally strong young man finally turned into a mummy.
Song Wan threw his body away casually, and as soon as the young man's body hit the ground, it broke into several pieces.
The young people around him seemed to be blind, still smiling stupidly. At this time Wen Zhong got up, with dark eyes and a cold smile, and said in a voice like a deep valley:
"As soon as I woke up, there were so many delicious foods." Then he also grabbed a young man, bit off his neck, and sucked him up. After a few snaps of his fingers, there was another mummy on the ground.
Song Wan chuckled and wiped the blood on her mouth with her sleeve. The big hole in his chest also healed as before at a speed visible to the naked eye.
All the villagers woke up from a dream, and someone shouted, "Evil, run away!"
Fear is like a rapidly conducting electric current, spreading among the crowd, and people panic and flee. Only to find that the entrances and exits were blocked by a strange man with dark eyes.
Song Wan, Wen Zhong, the Three Saints and others burst into shrill laughter at the same time, "Want to escape? Stay here!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes went dark, and they found that they were already in a dark place with no direction. Even Song Xin was affected. This darkness instantly reduced the detection range of the Consciousness Eye and Divine Consciousness by 90%!
"This is the original power of Yaksha, the realm of black blood, which can temporarily deprive people of their five...
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feel. Be careful to hold your breath. Don't smell the blood here. "Xiaoyu seemed to be aware of the situation, and reminded her nervously.
Sure enough, Song Xin immediately smelled a strong smell of blood, and he hurriedly held his breath. At the same time, I felt that liquid seemed to be slowly rising up under my feet. When he lowered his head, he saw that his ankle was covered with black, fishy blood.
"This is a large formation formed by Yasha using his original soul power. Once trapped, there will be no distinction between east, west and north. These people may not survive..." Xiaoyu said.
As she spoke, all the townspeople seemed to be blind, groping in the dark and screaming in terror. They couldn't hear or see each other. Even though they were close at hand, even if they touched others, they were unaware of it, as if they were imprisoned in eternal darkness.
As soon as the panicked townspeople came into contact with the bloody smell, it was like a hot stone was stuffed into their throats. They struggled in pain and covered their necks, but they could only whimper. What made them even more frightened was that the pool of black blood under their feet seemed to be getting deeper and deeper, gradually reaching their knees. Many people couldn't bear the pain in their throats and even drank the black blood at their feet in an attempt to cool down.
Song Wan, the Three Saints and others looked at him indifferently with dark eyes, and then they turned their heads uniformly and looked at Song Xin.
"Why are there so many of them? Didn't you just tell me one!?" Seeing that there were so many Yakhas, Song Xin was shocked and asked hurriedly.
"Song Wan's body tempering level is too low, so Yasha can only disperse the soul power into different skins. Otherwise, Song Wan's skin will burst!" Song Yu said.
"But those Yakshas encountered in the stone tomb are not so powerful!?"
Song Yu persuaded again: "Young Master, you'd better stop asking questions and hide in quickly. Leave these people alone. They insulted you just now. It would be better to let them die."
Before Song Xin could say anything, Xiaoyu sneered and said, "Song Yu, what are you guys doing? Get out of here and help me! Song Xin is missing a hair today, so I will punish you."
These words made the new ghost soldiers tremble with fright, and all of them looked nervous. They originally wanted to watch the excitement, but upon hearing the anger in Xiaoyu's tone, they all stopped what they were doing and gathered around Xiaoyu and Huangpi Bangu, always ready to go out and fight.
Seeing a figure suddenly appear next to Song Xin, all the people with black eyes sneered at the same time: "Diao Zi, it turns out to be you." They spoke in unison like a well-trained chorus.
Song Yu is holding a Fangtian painted halberd, which has a bit of Lu Fengxian's charm. He took a step forward and said with some pride: "Now your grandfather is not called Diao Zi, my name is Song Yu."
The people with black eyes laughed together and said sarcastically: "Song Yu? Why do you dare to talk to me like this after you have a new master? Even changed your last name? You really have the temperament of a house slave."
Song Yu chuckled and said, "So what? I am willing, but can you take care of it?"
Song Wan, Wen Zhong and others sneered at the same time and walked over slowly. Their steps seemed very slow, but in just a snap of their fingers, they were already in front of Song Xin.
Song Xin raised the Fuxi Sword and flicked it suddenly, and the silver-white sword energy pressed towards them. I saw Song Wan raising her arm lightly, and she directly held the sword energy of heaven. A ray of silver light flashed in the black blood realm and was instantly swallowed up by darkness. His Thousand Layers Eye Technique instantly captured Song Wan's palm hitting her chest at an extremely fast speed.
At this time, the three holy girls came and screamed and grabbed Song Xin. Wenzhong
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His shoulders shook, and he also stretched out his claws to scratch Song Xin's eyes. But as soon as they took action, they saw Song Yu swinging his halberd and deflecting their attack.
Although Song Xin was prepared, Song Wan was too close to him and there was no way to avoid the palm, so he had to use all his strength to fight with the opponent.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise. Song Xin's body could not bear the opponent's strength and flew backwards. At the same time, there was a heavy and sad feeling rushing down his arms into his chest. He couldn't bear it in mid-air. He vomited a mouthful of blood.
In just one move, he was already injured.
"Don't break it, this skin is very good. I still want it!" Song Wan turned around and said.
"He can't die." All the people with black eyes said in unison without expression.
Song Xin fell into the black blood with a splash, as if her body had been drenched in black oil. Song Yu was also punched on the chin by Wen Zhong, and his whole face was distorted by the punch, but it was a puppet after all, so the damage was nothing at all. He only took a few steps back and returned to Song Xin's side, raising his hand to straighten his chin.
Song Xin didn't care about his injuries. The meridians in his body suddenly bulged, his skin turned red, and his aura instantly increased several times. Then circles of fiercely burning flames appeared around him. This was the original protective spell of Xia Gou Kung Fu, the Fire Ring Technique.
The ring of fire was like the sun in the dark world. The intense heat instantly evaporated the surrounding black blood. At the same time, Mu Ling Yunshengzhu also burst out with powerful wood spirit energy and began to repair his injuries.
Greed flashed in the eyes of Song Wan and others, and they said in unison: "What a good skin! I'm going to make a decision!" They took a fancy to Song Xin's body and wanted to keep it as their own, so that they didn't have to separate their soul power. In this way, their power can be even stronger.
There was a sound like an eagle owl neighing from the mouth of the three saints, and all the people possessed by Yaksha rushed towards Song Xin as if they had received an order. Like a group of crazy zombies. The townspeople who were still struggling in the Black Blood Realm seemed to have heard this scream. Some people could not bear the powerful power of this sound wave, and their eardrums burst instantly and blood flowed.
At the critical moment, a dozen figures appeared around Song Xin, none other than Huangpi, Half-Bone, and his ghost soldiers. They got Xiaoyu's latest improved puppet and were looking for an opponent to compete with. It just so happened that their numbers were equal to their opponents today, so how could they miss this opportunity.
Seeing these people appear, Yasha immediately recognized them as the ghost soldiers in the tomb, and asked at the same time with some surprise: "You came out too?!"
Song Yu said: "Yaksha, why don't you hurry up and capture them? These two are the men of General Black and White! Lord Huangpi and Lord Half-Bone!"
Who knows Song Wan sneered, "Bah, isn't it Xie Bian and the others? I'm not afraid. Even if he comes to my black blood realm, he has to be subdued by me! Diao Zi, today I will take your soul Swallowing the core will dispel the hatred in my heart."
At the same time, a black soul power spread towards Song Xin and others. Huang Pi sneered, an iron chain shot out from his palm, and a ten-foot-sized soul chain array was set up around it, blocking the soul power of the Yashas.
"Soul chain formation!?" The Yashas immediately recognized the origin of this soul chain, and they were all too familiar with it.
Song Xin also noticed that the souls of the two parties were fighting each other desperately. He held the Fuxi Sword and pointed it: "Listen, ghost soldiers, don't talk nonsense to them, beat them for me!!"
When the ghost soldiers heard the order, they howled like a pack of hungry wolves and rushed over.
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