He Xuanmiao's calm and desperate voice came: "What's the difference between true and false?"
"If she is really dead, what's the point of living like this?"
Xiao Yifeng said angrily: "You are really hopeless. Just give up. It's too late."
He Xuanmiao looked back at the blood coffin, then grinned and said, "It's enough!"
He no longer struggled with Xiao Yifeng and others, but flew towards the Corpse God Tree.
Xiao Yifeng cursed secretly, "Come again?"
"Stop him!"
Qin Miaomiao was also well aware of this guy's plan, and the water whip in his hand kept locking at him, trying to pull him back.
Leng Xiqiu also wanted to stop him, but instead of attacking, he retreated.
He Xuanmiao turned into streams of water to avoid the entanglement of the long whip, and tree roots entangled her long whip, making it impossible for her to stop it.
They are already the weak side, so how can they stop this guy who wants to die.
Xiao Yifeng could only watch as He Xuanmiao flew into the sacrifice formation like a moth to the flame.
He Xuanmiao stood in the center of the sacrifice formation. His majestic corpse energy was sucked away, and the blood sacrifice formation was activated again.
His body trembled slightly, but his eyes were always staring at the blood coffin, his eyes full of complex emotions.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he was muttering something silently.
"He Xuanmiao, if you don't come out quickly, you are going to die. Will she be happy if she comes back to life? Don't you still want to stay and live with her?"
Xiao Yifeng was excluded from the formation and could only use words to try to persuade.
He Xuanmiao smiled desolately and said, "Do you really think I don't know that Junior Sister likes Junior Brother Han? I'm just deceiving myself."
Xiao Yifeng was speechless and opened his mouth.
He Xuanmiao continued with a smile: "I knew everything from the beginning, but I didn't want to believe it, because that was the motivation for me to live."
"Everyone is lying to me and telling me that Junior Sister Zhao likes me, so that's how I comfort myself."
"Now that she's waking up, I don't dare to face her. It's time for me to atone for what I did back then."
A strong wind suddenly rose between heaven and earth, blowing He Xuanmiao's long hair into a mess, making his figure even more lonely.
Seeing his eyes dimming little by little and his body drying up, Xiao Yifeng stood there speechless.
He just wanted to say one thing, licking a dog is so awesome!
As He Xuanmiao sacrificed himself, the boundless corpse energy was sucked into the formation, and the blood sacrifice ceremony started again.
Taking into account the blood that had been sucked away from Xiao Yifeng and Qin Miaomiao, the formation finally had enough strength.
The entire sacrificial formation also trembled, and the atmosphere was filled with a strong mysterious aura, as if to awaken the sleeping soul.
The vitality of heaven and earth around the blood sacrifice formation suddenly became violent, clouds surged, and thunder and lightning struck.
A huge vortex of corpse energy formed in the center of the formation, surrounding the black blood coffin and nourishing the blood coffin.
An invisible force began to gather, and the stars shone brightly in the dark sky, which were soon obscured by dark clouds.
Suddenly, the huge blood coffin slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.
Zhao Zhihan's body lay in it, like a sleeping fairy.
Her appearance was the same as before, as if it were eternal, but her face was pale and bloodless, as if she were an ice sculpture.
The wedding dress on her body was torn and covered with the blood of the Han family, which made her beauty look even more faintly sad.
The moment he saw Zhao Zhihan, He Xuanmiao smiled with satisfaction and said, "Junior Sister Zhao!"
But the divine light in his eyes dimmed, and his spirit completely dissipated and ceased to exist.
Looking at the slowly dissipating spirits, Xiao Yifeng opened his eyes wide and finally understood what was wrong.
Soul!
Where is Zhao Wuji’s soul?
"He Xuanmiao, the soul!"
He shouted loudly, trying to stop He Xuanmiao's self-dissipation.
He Xuanmiao turned to look at him, showing a relieved smile and moving his lips slightly.
He said silently to Xiao Yifeng: "I told you, I know everything."
His eyes slowly closed, completely distraught and no longer existed.
Xiao Yifeng smiled helplessly. He just hoped that this guy would really know everything later, otherwise he would be in real trouble.
In front of the blood array, two mummies were kneeling, while Zhao Zhihan's face became more and more rosy, and the aura on his body became more and more powerful.
Xiao Yifeng felt a power comparable to when Leng Xiqiu was born.
Can the Heavenly Corpse really compete with Du Jie?
Even if he disdains Zhao Wuji's character, Xiao Yifeng still has to admire this old guy's talent.
Is it really possible to defeat nature with manpower?
A series of catastrophic thunders gathered in the sky, seeming to be brewing a catastrophe that would destroy the world, making people feel uneasy.
"It's over, he's really born! Is this world really going to turn into the underworld?" Qin Miaomiao said in despair.
Xiao Yifeng shook his head and said seriously: "The time of her birth was advanced, so she is not complete and may not be able to survive this disaster."
No wonder the affairs of the Zhao Kingdom in the previous life were sealed tightly, the corpse of the Heavenly Tribulation was born, and the world turned into the underworld.
If this kind of news spreads, it will scare many people to death, and it will make countless people ready to take action.
Zao Wou-Ki can do it, why can't we do it?
I'm afraid there will be countless people who want to replicate Zhao Wuji's actions, especially bastards like Luo Hu.
But since the last life was uneventful, this life should also be safe.
Xiao Yifeng believed in his own abilities, and he didn't believe Tanlang could do better than him.
You can't just cut the knot with a quick knife and chop down the tree as soon as you get there, right?
Therefore, this technique must have some major drawbacks.
Zhao Zhihan's body stood in the erected blood coffin, his eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he was about to wake up from his deep sleep.
Xiao Yifeng and the others were waiting intently, but at this moment, a divine soul flew out of Zhao Wuji and quickly rushed towards Zhao Zhihan.
"Hahaha, it's done, it's done!"
Xiao Yifeng's expression changed drastically, but he was not too surprised.
Just as He Xuan Miao's soul dissipated, he realized that the old bastard's soul was gone.
Now, at a glance, the old man Zao Wuji is indeed not dead yet.
The powerful protection outside Zhao Zhihan's body did not hinder Zhao Wuji, and he crashed into Zhao Zhihan's body.
"This old guy wants to take away his daughter?" Qin Miaomiao said in surprise.
Zhao Wuji's voice came from Zhao Zhihan's body: "You bitch is quite smart. I have been plotting for hundreds of years just for this day."
Xiao Yifeng said with a solemn expression: "You killed her back then just for this day?"
"You refined the body for yourself from the very beginning, and Luo Hu was also used by you?"
Zhao Wuji laughed loudly and said, "Yes, although the Heavenly Corpse is powerful, it is at its weakest at the moment of training."
"I am closely related to her by blood, and I have been branding her with the blood sacrifice technique. Her body has long been mine."
"I have already trapped her soul. As long as I take the lead in entering her sea of consciousness and devouring her soul, I can replace it!"
