Ta-ta-ta-ta... She couldn't stop crying before anyone came closer. Of course she knew that it must be Yu Wenlei who went to the Great Fenghuang Palace for her. With this look, what kind of fighting had he experienced before?
"Why? Junior brother..." Hua Ziyuan cried and walked over, arrogantly pushing away a golden monk with the character "成", and hugged Yu Wenlei tightly in his arms, "Junior brother, how is he? How is he? !Dad, tell me, how is junior brother..."
"This... Ziyuan, you must be mentally prepared, Yu Wenlei... there is no way he can be saved." Hua Qingyun said bitterly.
"No, junior brother will not die... we must save him, it's all you, it's all you who harmed junior brother!" Hua Ziyuan cried and shouted, blaming Hua Qingyun in his heart and mouth, if not Hua Qingyun compromised on the marriage and forcibly brought her to the Great Fenghuang Palace. Yu Wenlei would not be in danger alone, let alone die...
"By the way, the Demon Purifying Soul Song!"
Hua Ziyuan, who was so sad, forgot the Demon Purifying Soul Song for a moment. This time Yu Wenlei used the big knife again. I think the Demon Purifying Soul Song will be useful!
Immediately, Hua Ziyuan suddenly stopped crying, took out a simple long piano, and sat down on the spot. Clang, clank, clank... Jiji and others were a little confused. They just felt that this piece of music was very special, and with their eyesight, they could naturally see that it contained spiritual power and the use of it was extremely mysterious.
When the melody sounded, Yu Wenlei seemed to be infected by the spiritual power in the melody. His body gradually calmed down, and even the subtle ups and downs in his chest stopped.
"Huh?"
The old monk Ji Ji next to him let out a light sigh, and his spiritual power penetrated into Yu Wen Lei's body again. At this time, it was obvious that the evil power in Yu Wen Lei's body had softened a little, "This..."
"Master, how is Yuwen Lei?" Hua Qingyun asked solemnly.
"It's strange. Junior Brother Lei Fa had no hope of survival, but this female benefactor's music seems to have a strange effect. It's really strange..."
"Huh?" Hua Qingyun looked at the person playing the piano in shock. For the first time, he realized that he didn't understand his daughter at all. Where did he learn this music?
clank clank clank clank...
Half an hour later, sweat was pouring from Hua Ziyuan's forehead. Every note she played was stimulating her mental power with all her strength, so much so that her mental power was exhausted in just half an hour.
"Sigh... it's still not enough. It's far from enough. His will must be awakened, otherwise all the previous efforts will be wasted..." Old monk Jiji shook his head. He felt that the spiritual power in the music had weakened, and the There are signs of evil forces on the loose again.
After another stick of incense, Hua Ziyuan was dripping with sweat and his lips were slightly white. However, this time, Yu Wenlei slashed three times in a row, and his willpower was almost completely destroyed. With Hua Ziyuan's current mental strength, , there is still a lot to be desired.
"I have to, female donor, please stop quickly. Life or death is a matter of fate. Don't let yourself be in vain!" Ji Ji sensed the situation and had no choice but to persuade Hua Ziyuan to stop.
But is Hua Ziyuan willing to stop? This is impossible. The word love cannot be understood. I saw that she was still frantically squeezing her mental power, and mysterious notes were transmitted into Yu Wenlei's sea of consciousness one by one.
"Ziyuan, no!"
Hua Qingyun took a step forward. He saw some signs. His daughter looked like she was ready to die. Of course, she had to stop her. However, as soon as he took a step, Hua Ziyuan spoke coldly.
"Dad! Don't come here. If you stop me, I will hate you forever!"
"Ziyuan! You..."
Hua Ziyuan no longer had the distraction to pay attention to others, and concentrated all his mental energy on one point, constantly squeezing and overdrawing, and persisted for another half an hour. When the song of Purifying Demons and Souls was played for the tenth time, one of Yu Wenlei's One of the fingers on the bloody hand suddenly trembled.
"Amitabha……"
"Amitabha……"
The old monk Jiji performed a monk's salute to Hua Ziyuan, and then all the monks saluted in unison. Even though they were monks, they sincerely admired Hua Ziyuan's behavior.
"It is a good female donor to sacrifice herself for others..."
As soon as the words fell, Jiji immediately took action to stop Hua Ziyuan. Then, the spiritual power penetrated into Yuwenlei's body again, and sure enough, he sensed it. Yuwenlei began to resist the evil force on his own initiative, and his consciousness recovered!
Jiji pushed his palm again, and the strong spiritual power at the Spiritual Emperor level helped Yu Wenlei to suppress the evil force. After just a few breaths, Yu Wenlei's face became obviously rosy.
Cough cough cough…
Yu Wenlei suddenly coughed violently, and his eyes suddenly opened. Just now, he seemed to have had a long dream, in which he came to the paradise of paradise, and beautiful notes lingered in his ears.
boom!
Suddenly, the corners of Hua Ziyuan's mouth raised slightly, revealing a sad smile, and then he fell on the guqin.
"Ziyuan!"
"Junior sister Ziyuan..."
Hua Qingyun hurriedly helped Hua Ziyuan up, and after searching with his spiritual power, his heart suddenly twitched. The situation was much more serious than imagined. Hua Ziyuan's mental power was squeezed countless times, and he stopped at this time. After that, her life force was passing rapidly...
Not long after, the bell of Qianzang Temple rang, and for some unknown reason, the sound was long and distant. As the bell dissipated, Hua Ziyuan's breathing and heartbeat stopped, and his eyes slowly closed quietly.
"Ahem...senior sister!" Yu Wenlei had just woken up and felt an inexplicable panic in his chest. When he saw Hua Ziyuan falling, he suddenly straightened up, as if he had temporarily forgotten the fatal injuries on his body.
Yu Wenlei rushed over madly, pushed Hua Qingyun away with a bloody hand, and hugged Hua Ziyuan tightly in his arms. He looked at the simple Changqin in front of him, and seemed to have thought of something. Then, he stretched out two fingers and felt Hua Ziyuan's breath. After ten breaths, there was still no movement. His palms trembled and he shook his head desperately.
"Senior sister...Senior sister! Why! Why are you so stupid!" How could Yu Wenlei not understand that Hua Ziyuan must have saved him, playing the Demon Purifying Soul Song just like last time, but this time, he knew My physical condition makes it almost impossible to revive him...
However, Hua Ziyuan did it, and the price was his life!
"Amitabha, Junior Brother Lei Fa, please don't be overly emotional. The female benefactor sacrificed her life to save you. Don't let down the female benefactor's heart! I will adjust your breath for you later..." Jiji comforted him.
"Get out! Get out of here!"
Yu Wenlei roared hysterically. He picked up Hua Ziyuan, forced his spiritual power to spread out his wings, and flew out from the mountainside with a shake...
"Do not impulse!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Ji Ji, Hua Qingyun and others rose up in the air and chased after Yu Wen Lei. With Yu Wen Lei's speed, of course they couldn't get rid of the powerful Spirit King. He hugged Hua Ziyuan tightly and flew forward with all his heart.
Yu Wenlei was so distraught that he even thought of committing suicide. He withdrew his wings, and the two of them fell together in their arms. Naturally, the old monk Jiji would not let him get his wish. The powerful spiritual power condensed out of thin air and lifted Yuwen Lei in the air.
"Old monk, I, Yu Wenlei, don't need you to meddle in other people's business, get out! I don't need your fake mercy!" Yu Wenlei was imprisoned in the air, roaring desperately. In his heart, he still resented the opportunity to let Hua Ziyuan take his life. Rescue.
At this moment, he suddenly heard a slight murmur from Hua Ziyuan in his arms. He was stunned for a moment, and instantly became ecstatic, shaking Hua Ziyuan's body vigorously!
Not far away, Hua Qingyun and a group of eminent monks felt that Yu Wenlei must be too sad and insane. However, the next moment their eyes suddenly focused!
I saw that the woman in Yu Wen Lei's arms opened her eyes strangely, and looked at Yu Wen Lei at close range!
"Senior sister! You're not dead...Senior sister, that's great, that's great, you're not dead!" Yu Wenlei cried with joy and hugged Hua Ziyuan tightly again. The man's tears inadvertently fell down...
"court death!"
Yu Wen Lei was still immersed in the joy of surviving the disaster. At this time, a cold voice came from his arms. Then, Yu Wen Lei felt that his throat was pinched hard by a hand!
Yu Wenlei was pinched and lifted in front of Hua Ziyuan. His face was red and veins were exposed on his forehead, but he was choked and could not speak. When their eyes met again, Yu Wenlei saw the scarlet edge in Hua Ziyuan's eyes. Being stared at by these eyes felt like he was in a thousand-year ice cellar...
"Old monk, remove the spiritual imprisonment! Otherwise, he will die!" The cold voice came from the woman's mouth again, containing an unquestionable majesty.
"Ziyuan! You..." Hua Qingyun shouted in surprise. Just as he was about to go over, he was stopped by Jiji. Jiji shook his head solemnly, and his pair of turbid old eyes were fixed on the woman. With Jiji's eyesight, he naturally saw that the woman in front of him was completely different from Hua Ziyuan, who had sacrificed his life to save others before.
"I have to... Amitabha, girl, who are you!"
Hua Ziyuan looked at Jiji with disdain and smiled evilly, "Who am I? I am the Great Emperor... Hong Ling!" (To be continued.)
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