Nie Jingshen flew with Yu Ye in his arms, feeling like a knife was twisting his heart.
He could still faintly feel the enemy chasing after him, but Nie Jingshen had no time to take care of it at the moment, and his heart was all worried about another matter.
The beautiful face of Yu Ye in his arms was full of cracks shining through at this moment, densely packed, all over the body.
The whole person, like a shattered porcelain doll, will remain unbreakable at the last moment of life.
Her right arm was completely severed and disappeared.
In the body of a true immortal, he cut against a mysterious immortal, even if he was a mysterious immortal born in a heretic, Yu Ye also created a legend like Yan Zhaoge.
But he was seriously injured, and forced to use the Hun Mie Yuan Jing many times, which finally made Yu Ye himself collapse.
The right hand that drew the sword earlier was just the beginning.
From this beginning, her figure is like broken porcelain, constantly shattering.
The body is one with the soul, slowly heading towards the result of the annihilation of body and spirit.
"Support me, support me more... It's going to be okay! It's going to be okay!" Nie Jingshen, who had always been stern and resolute, never changed his face before a strong enemy, seemed like a panicked child at this moment.
"Jingshen... let's go alone..." Yu Ye's eyes brightened a little at this moment, not as weak as before.
But in the eyes of Nie Jingshen, seeing the appearance of the flashback, it hurts even more.
"Don't talk about frustration!" Nie Jingshen said decisively, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.
Waves of sword energy emanated from his body, covering Yu Ye in his arms.
The miraculous reappearance of the innate primordial fetus, under the shroud of Nie Jingshen, the broken changes of Yu Ye's body gradually became static.
Although he was still on the verge of life and death, he no longer continued to slide into the abyss, and the shattering of his body stopped at his right arm.
But the price of all this is the huge consumption of Nie Jingshen.
He has experienced a series of fierce battles at this moment, and is also seriously injured.
Forcibly urging the valley under such circumstances is doomed to not be able to support it for too long.
In particular, there are powerful enemies chasing after him!
If you fight with someone, it will be difficult to keep Yu Ye in your arms.
"What should I do?"
The question lingered in Nie Jingshen's mind, making him anxious and hesitant.
The blood-red lightning and the vast black mist that kept rolling in front of my eyes seemed to be an abyss devouring people's hearts, making people even more desperate.
Suddenly, Nie Jingshen broke through the black mist, and streaks of golden light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
The golden light is not bright and bright, but dim and obscure, fierce and unknown.
The cold air made Nie Jingshen startled.
He looked intently, and there was a golden light in front of his eyes, which was clearly the reflection of a white bone.
The white bones are as huge as a mountain, piled up together, each bone is like a huge metal fragment or a metal pillar, reflecting a dark golden luster at this moment.
The razor-sharp sharpness was revealed, and the heaven-shattering Gengjin evil spirit emerged from it, which was suffocating, like being in a battlefield where countless gods and Buddhas were buried in a sea of blood and corpses.
The bones are like mountains, forming a ring like a valley.
In the middle of the valley, among the white bones, a pool of blood appeared.
Bubbles floated up from the bloody water one by one, and then burst again, like boiling magma.
Soaring demonic energy gushes out from it, breathtaking.
"... The Gengjin Demon!"
Nie Jingshen was taken aback, and blurted out the blessing to his heart.
After a short moment of astonishment, he flew into a rage, looked around the Demon Realm, and roared, "You guys are playing tricks!"
"No, I'm just happy to see it happen." A voice suddenly sounded.
Nie Jingshen looked over the blood pool, and saw a phantom of a person among the intertwined lines of dark golden light.
Nie Jingshen was no stranger to that face.
The incarnation of the Gengjin demon of the previous generation, the sword demon Yin Shiyang.
It was Yan Xingtang who fell under the sword of Nie Jingshen's ancestor Yan Xingtang in the past.
Today, he is still the deceased, but with the help of the special environment of Jiuyou and the special rituals here, a phantom appears.
"I'm just waiting for you here." Gengjin Zhimo said calmly.
Nie Jingshen looked at the other party coldly, and saw that beside the Gengjin Demon, colorful clouds and smoke gathered to form a projection, but it was an old man with a clear face.
"Primitive demon..." Nie Jingshen's pupils contracted slightly.
The old man smiled and said: "You can feel it yourself, what happened to you now is because of the betrayal of your own people."
Nie Jingshen opened his mouth to speak, but then closed his mouth again.
"Yes, it's not that this old man is trying to confuse you with words, but your own thoughts in your heart." The primordial demon smiled calmly: "The old man is busy wrestling with other big Luos now, so he came here distracted, if you weren't so seriously injured, old man It is also impossible to pry into the mind of the body of the innate primordial embryo."
"Although you don't know who this person is, only you yourself know how to decipher the mark you left behind."
The original heart demon said spontaneously: "This is not the handwriting of the old man. It should be said that it is precisely because of your endless thoughts that the old man was created."
Nie Jingshen glanced at the two demons, and finally his eyes fell on the Gengjin Demon, with a clear understanding in his heart: "Is your target me?"
"That's right." The Gengjin Demon said leisurely, "The body that suits me in this era is the descendant of Yan Xingtang who sent me to death before. The fate of this entanglement is really wonderful."
Nie Jingshen stared at him, and suddenly drew his sword!
A sword passed, and the phantom transformed by the Gengjin Demon was instantly wiped out by the sword light.
The original heart demon was not surprised: "If you don't have the woman in your arms, you would rather die in battle than join us in Jiuyou."
"I admire your firm will, and the intensity of your evil spirit and hatred at this moment makes me even more admirable."
"Your hatred for my generation is as strong as your hatred for those who hunted and killed you, but now you cannot make us pay the price."
"Come on, let's get stronger first, let's live through the present first, and let the old man see if I will perish under the sword of fellow Jiuyou?"
"As for the little friend in your arms, there is no need to worry, although she may be disadvantageous to the Last Demon Ancestor, but a seriously injured her is far better than a dead one to us. "
The fall of Yu Ye means that other people who hold the Hunde Yuan Jing can start to practice this peerless art.
The figure of the old man gradually disappeared: "The person behind you is coming soon."
On the bone mountain blood pool, the demonic energy still soared into the sky.
Nie Jingshen held Yu Ye in his arms and looked down. Yi Ren was unconscious at the moment.
After returning to the light, although Nie Jingshen's sword energy was protecting him, due to the serious injury, the sword energy gradually weakened, and Yu Ye was also gradually dying.
The woman's face was covered with cracks like spider webs, it was hard to describe her beauty.
But Nie Jingshen's usual stern gaze was unprecedentedly gentle at this moment.
He gently kissed Yi Ren on the forehead.
Step by step.
A monstrous evil spirit soared into the sky, and the dense bone mountain was shrouded in dark golden light.
In the distance, the sound of the piano sounded again, as if killing an innocent soul.
A man, holding a woman in his arms, slowly disappeared into the sea of blood.
The next moment, countless blood surged into the sky in the blood pool, like hundreds of millions of blood swords!
Blood water fell from the sky and turned into blood rain, like a demon crying.