Blood trickled down the golden sword and dropped to the ground.
The sword light floated, reflecting two opposite pairs eyes.
Those two pairs of eyes were long and narrow, but one was colder and the other was thinner and cooler.
Murong Chuyi narrowed his eyes slightly. "It's you?"
Mo Xi held the sword blade of the ZhaoXue sword in his hand. Although a layer of defense was applied to the palm, the power of ZhaoXue was too great. His palm was still cut and blood could not keep from seeping out.
Mo Xi said, "Stop it, Murong."
"..." Murong Chu Yi didn't answer, but turned the blade into light. Suddenly, he took a few steps back. His white clothes fluttering, he scattered ZhaoXue into dozens of small swords around him. Then, with a wave of wide sleeves, these swords all flew to Mo Xi and stabbed at him.
As they went toward Mo Xi, Xiao Lan'er exclaimed, "Xihe Gege! Watch out!"
Mo Xi opened a huge defense array, protecting the other people together inside. Raising his other hand, he ordered, "ShuaiRan, come forth!"
The snake whip suddenly sprang out of the palm, splashing with red light. He took the bluff whip in one hand and retreated to the defense array. Then, at the moment when the blade rain attack disappeared, he came close to Murong with a long body, bluntly splitting the snake whip at him.
At the same time, he fought with Murong Chuyi, and at the same time, he said to Xiao Lan'er, "Help them!"
Xiao Lan'er nodded. "Ok! Good!" Stumbling past, she jumped into Jiang Yexue's arms at once and cried out "Sir, sir" with a whoop and hurriedly untied the immortal rope binding Jiang Yexue.
Jiang Yexue murmured, "How did you come back… How did you still take Xihe Jun..."
Little Lan'er was just crying. After all, she was too young to answer anything.
Jiang Yexue didn't force her to answer, but sighed, "Don't cry, go to save Chenqing..."
"Wuwuwu I, I'll save him!"
Xiao Lan'er then hurriedly loosened Yue Chenqing's shackles. Yue Chenqing was lying on the ground. He was still shivering, but she didn't know if it was because of anger, fear, or the cold. Xiao Lan'er helped him up. Yue Chenqing looked at Murong Chuyi, who was fighting with Mo Xi fiercely in the distance. Looking at him, the daze on his face gradually disappeared. The tears came up again. The pain made his face twitch and twist.
He broke his dry lips and mumbled as if he wanted to call Murong Chuyi, but before the word "Fourth" had been uttered, he choked. He turned his face sharply and lifted his hand and sobbed just as the tears began to tear his eyes.
He went to Jiang Yexue and said with red eyes, "Ge…"
Jiang Yexue shook slightly. Yue Chenqing used to only call him to feed him. After he had a peaceful relationship with him, he only called him Jiang Dage, but never called him directly. He looked up at his wheelchair and seemed at a loss for a moment.
On the other side, Mo Xi and Murong Chuyi fought against each other. The snake whip sometimes turned into a spirit body, sometimes it danced as instant shadow, and fought with the Zhao Xue sword of Murong Chuyi. Both of them were top practitioners with extremely fast body techniques. When they thought, it was dizzying. However, Mo Xi's fighting was very fierce and direct, like a sharp blade stabbing the opponent's soft ribs. Murong Chuyi's fighting was like wind and snow. He oppressed the enemy from all sides and forced him to death.
The two met like meteors, the snake whip collided with the long sword, the sword gas and the fire light shook the nearby rock layer.
Mo Xi said in a low voice, "Murong Chuyi, you said you would see him, recognize him and consider his feelings. Why do you want to break your promise?"
Murong Chuyi only continued to fight with his sword. The golden red light reflected on his strong face, but also fell into his cold phoenix eyes. He only answered with a "fight, fight, what is there to say" look.
"Murong Chuyi, he is still waiting for you to find him."
Murong Chuyi: "..."
As soon as the sleeve vibrated and the clouds blew the snow, Murong Chuyi pulled away the long sword without saying a word, pointed his foot to sweep back, and then set up the sword in front. The bright sword light reflected his pupils.
Murong Chuyi said, "ZhaoXue, rush the mountains!"
The long sword in his hand was suddenly scattered into countless pieces of light, and those pieces of light gathered behind him into a rolling wave of spiritual energy. Like an immortal in white, he raised his hand and spat out a word without any mercy, "Go."
Snow waves!!
Mo Xi's eyes darkened. He snapped, "Tuntian!"
With a whistling of whales, the spirit body of the heavy whale obeyed Mo Xi's call. It swung its translucent body towards the snow waves of Murong Chuyi. All of a sudden, the sound of a whale, the whale Tuntian, was like a distant echo from ancient times. It opened its huge mouth and sucked the ceaseless breaking shore current into its abdominal cavity
Under the strong spiritual force, the black robes of Mo Xi and the white clothes of Murong Chuyi were hunting and flying, and the wind and waves were almost blinding. Mo Xi turned his head and said to them, "Let's go!"
As soon as Xiao Lan'er heard this, she cried again, "Xihe Gege..."
"Let's go!"
Jiang Yexue coughed the blood foam and whispered, "If I could wake up the hell soldiers in the blood pool, that would be good..."
Yue Chenqing: "..."
For generations, the Yue family suppressed the blood pool hell soldiers of
Huntian cave, but in addition to the suppression, these evil spirits were
sacrificed by the Yue family and were willing to obey the orders of the Yue family.
The sudden death of Yue Juntian, coupled with his weakness, did not give him the chance to call the hell soldiers in the bleeding pool. However, as soon as Yue Juntian died, his family's position in charge was extended to his son, Yue Chenqing, who was born by his wife.
But Yue Chenqing's cultivation was still too weak. Moreover, he was always playing and lazy, and he didn't practice the method of controlling the hell soldiers well, so he couldn't use it normally.
So at this time, hearing such a sigh Jiang Yexue, Yue Chenqing's heart was as painful as a needle.
He was almost blaming himself in grief. If he could wake up the hell soldiers in the blood pool, his uncle would not die, and the servants brought by his family would not die…
His fourth uncle… His fourth uncle wouldn't have killed so many people. He could have stopped it in time…
Not like now, in this hell full of blood, the person he admired become so different… If he had worked hard… On weekdays… Not so idle on weekdays, doing nothing…
How could that be.
What was the point!!!
Xiao Lan'er was still lamenting, "Don't… Xihe Gege… I don't want to leave people to escape anymore... "
"Listen to me, go quickly," Mo Xi said.
But after all, the child was small. After being stimulated so many times, even if she was given the spirit mind control skill before from Mo Xi, her easily violent constitution still couldn't be controlled. While she was crying, there was a hidden violent spiritual flame bursting out of her heart cavity.
Jiang Yexue frowned and coughed with blood foam. He said anxiously, "Xiao
Lan'er..."
If it went on like this, it wouldn't work. Once Xiao Lan'er went out of her way, she couldn't distinguish enemy from friend. He was afraid that the scene would become more and more uncontrollable. If it didn't work well, it would be hard to get everyone out of trouble. They might even be buried in this muddy heaven corpse cave.
He just wanted to strengthen his sick body to cast a spell and calm Lan'er's mind. Suddenly his hand was stopped by the person next him.
Jiang Yexue said in amazement, "Chenqing?"
Yue Chenqing's face was full of tears, but it was no longer as empty and blank as before. He looked at Jiang Yexue and said with tears, "I'm sorry, brother. All the time... It's always been me. I'm too lazy… I don't understand… Too stupid. Always thinking of being a comfortable young master, never… Didn't work hard..."
"But this time..." Yue Chenqing choked, but his eyes did not move. He held the hand of Jiang Yexue. "This time, let me come."
"I'm in charge of the Yue family."
"Chenqing, you -"
Yue Chenqing didn't pay attention to Jiang Yexue. He loosened his hand and jumped to the ghost platform in the middle of the blood pool.
This made the faces of both Jiang Yexue and Murong Chuyi change.
Calling on the hell soldiers in the blood pool was like a general leading the army. Only when their strength was strong enough, those hell soldiers would be ordered. As a matter of fact, Yue Chenqing's strength was not qualified at all. But if Yue Chenqing was determined to donate all his spiritual cultivation to control them, even at the cost of burning and exploding the spiritual core, then it was another matter.
Murong Chuyi mostly saw his determination. With a cold hum, the golden light flickered between the sleeves of his robe, and he made a sign. Only the sound of the rustling tide came from outside.
Xiao Lan'er was the first one to find out the situation and cried out, "Sir! Here it is again!"
A bamboo warrior.
Hundreds of bamboo warriors with vajra blades poured in from the caves, surrounding Jiang Yexue, and some of them went to kill Yue Chenqing at the ghost platform.
Just because Yue Chenqing, the first successor of Yue family, stood on the ghost platform, which was a kind of call to the hell soldiers in the pool, there was a vague shadow in the blood pool. It roared to lead those bamboo warriors who tried to jump to Yue Chenqing down into the pool. But after all, the bamboo warriors had no intentions. A group of them sank into the blood pool. Later, they continued to attack fearlessly. The scene was still out of control.
Xiao Lan'er's spiritual flow was becoming more and more unstable. Jiang Yexue took her over and puts the mind control charm on her again. But after all, Jiang Yexue's spiritual power was not as good as Mo Xi. It was only a drop in the bucket trying to suppress Xiao Lan'er's violent spiritual core.
Xiao Lan'er cried, "Sir… Bamboo warrior… You will… You can..."
Jiang Yexue shook his head. His eyes were very bitter, and he said, "That's what Chuyi taught me. My bamboo warrior is just a pile of broken bamboo wood in front of him."
Xiao Lan'er said, "How could this be..."
Seeing that the situation was becoming more and more critical, Yue Chenqing's face was soft and white. He made up his mind. He took a thin blade, wiped a blood mark in the palm of his own hand, dipped it in the blood, and drew a
complicated charm on the spirit seal stone in the center of the ghost platform.
He was really planning to start summoning monsters in the pool.
Chenqing…
Jiang Yexue wanted to try to prevent Yue Chenqing, but the blood pool between them had begun to gurgle and surge. It was not accessible at all.
"Huntian, there is a blood pool..."
"Yue Chenqing! Stop!"
Yue Chenqing sat on the ground with his hands tied. His lips whispered, "blood pool, soldiers of the night."
"Yue Chenqing!!!"
"Chenqing Gege..."
Yue Chenqing was chanting the summoning mantra.
When his father taught him this set of mantras, he once said to him, "Our Yue family are instrument cultivators, and we don't need to cultivate any mental skills which consumes spiritual power normally. Only this skill, that is called kill one thousand enemies, damage the self by eight hundred. But in this world, you are not afraid of intentional people. If you need something to do, you can practice it more. If you practice it skillfully and your foundation is strong enough, then the damage of this mantra to you will not be so terrible."
Yue Chenqing remembered sitting lazily on the bench listening and always looking at Murong Chuyi who was talking with his servant in the corridor in the distance.
Yue Juntian said, "Follow me. Sign the seal, then recite the mantra."
"There is a pool of blood in the cloudy sky."
Yue Chenqing casually said, "There is a pool of blood in the cloudy sky."
"The hell soldiers sleep in the blood pool."
The blood pool and the hell soldiers."
Yue Chenqing read again. The knot of the seal was also askew. "The hell soldiers sleep in the blood pool."
"Hell soldiers want to borrow the way."
"Hell soldiers..."
Suddenly, the wind rose and the apricot flowers in the yard fell like rain. Just then, Murong Chuyi and the servant finished talking and turned around. At that time, he was just attracted by the wind. He turned to look at the court full of flowers and plants, but he didn't expect Yue Chenqing was looking at him. At the same time, Yue Chenqing gave him a brilliant smile.
"Teach you how to practice! What god!"
"Aiyo."
"I'm not following you!"
Yue Chenqing said, "It's no use, I don't want to summon the monster of Huntian cave."
After that, he raised his voice deliberately and shouted, "If anything happens to me, my Fourth Uncle will be the first to come out to protect me!"
Yue Juntian said, "Why do you think of him? He is an outsider!"
"No! Fourth Uncle is the best! He is not an outsider, he is my favorite uncle!" cried little Yue Chenqing.
No matter what happens, he will be the first to protect me.
He's the best, the best.
He's my favorite uncle…
Yue Chenqing opened his eyes. Tears flowing down his cheeks silently, his whole body radiated the red light of blood, and the mark of the reverse mantra of the hell soldier's mantra climbed up from the rocks of the ghost platform. Crawling all the way up, along his ankles, waist, and legs, it spreads to his whole body.
The order of forcible execution made him as confused. As if a thousand ants were biting his heart and thousands of tips were needled into his flesh and skin, he produced barbs in his blood!
His father once told him that the pain of calling the blood pool was the most unbearable pain.
It was not.
Through the dense tears, Yue Chenqing looked at Murong Chuyi, who was still fighting with Mo Xi. It was like looking at the white youth in the corridor in the flower rain when he first learned this magic many years ago.
Yue Chenqing coughed up a mouthful of black and red blood. With tears in his eyes, he said hoarsely, "Hell soldiers, if you can pass by..."
Murong Chuyi in the apricot blossom rain became more and more fuzzy, and the laughter of his own in the yard became more and more far away.
My fourth uncle will always protect me.
He is not an outsider.
He...
The pain of the split heart suddenly burst. Yue Chenqing knew that he could not support it for too long. All over his body, there was a translucent fire of scarlet energy. He suddenly shot down his bloody right palm in the middle of the seal stone. Suddenly, the wind was all around and the cave was dark. There were dozens of red waterfalls splashing out of the blood pool, and the shrill screams tore the ground and run up ferociously!
"Kill everyone blocking the way!"
At last, Yue Chenqing fell to his knees on the ghost platform, and blood gushed out of his mouth. In his fuzziness, he could feel that a dark power was eating up all the spiritual power he had accumulated over the years. His power became weaker and weaker, irretrievably gone.
At the same time, a steady stream of hell soldiers jumped out of the blood pool. Obeying Yue Chenqing, the new leader of the Yue family, the tide generally rushed to the bamboo warriors of Murong Chuyi.
All of a sudden, blood splashed, the knife fell, broken bamboo flew, fighting and shaking the sky.
After all, the hell soldiers had been enemies for hundreds of years. No matter how strong the bamboo warriors were, they couldn't fight against them. Soon the battle situation began to fall to Yue Chenqing's side. The hell soldiers who demolished and smashed the bamboo warriors shouted and rushed to Murong Chuyi in the struggle with Mo Xi.
Murong Chuyi was not as powerful as Mo Xi in close combat. By this time, he was bested. At this time, he was defeated by enemies from both sides. In the chaos of war, a hell soldier to the side took the blade of the bamboo warrior. Taking advantage of Murong Chuyi stopping Mo Xi's attack, it thrust at him. Only a sniff.
Murong Chuyi's glazed eyes turned, and his white face was stained with blood. It was extremely gloomy. He lowered his head and saw the knife thrust in from behind him and out under his chest and ribs.
He paused for a moment, his body was shaking, and when his eyes turned back to Mo Xi again, he was at a loss.
"Mo Xi..."
When Mo Xi's eyes touched him, he was suddenly shocked. It was like some kind of primitive intuition. He felt something was wrong, and then the chill spread from his body to the back of his neck. "You..."
Murong Chuyi's eyes seemed to change suddenly at this moment. He frowned and murmured, "I… I'm not..."
He seemed to want to say something, but before he could say it, the knife that assassinated him was suddenly pulled out by the hell soldier.
Murong Chuyi's body suddenly softened. He suddenly choked with blood, but he fell from the air. It was like a white butterfly falling into a spider's nest and into the dust.
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The author has something to say: Bobo, today is also shuanggenao, 20.30 more pollution, 22.00 more second ha ~