In the underworld, after the gate of the ghosts closed, an astonishing scene appeared. In the hands of the ghost girl, the divine sword passed through her chest, bringing out dazzling blood.
"Uh"
With a grunt, the shocking eyes were full of clear sadness. Although it was a short-term suspicion, the scene of the dream coming true made Zhiming, who had been on guard for a hundred years, unwilling to calm down and think deeply.
"why?"
Ning Chen raised his hand and gently stroked the face of the woman in front of him, blood dripping from his mouth, and said sadly.
"Those who trespass in the underworld will be killed without mercy!"
The woman in red, with blood-red eyes, pulled out the divine sword in her hand, and slammed her palm onto the former's chest.
"Uh"
Su Yi's figure retreated more than ten steps, vomited out a mouthful of blood, soaking the ground.
"Know your fate!"
Outside the gate of the ghost gate, the figure of Luo Xingchen swept up quickly, supported the former, and looked at the red-clothed woman in front of her, murderous intent surging wildly.
"Friend!"
Gradually blurred consciousness, and could no longer see the person in front of him, Ning Chen's figure fell into the arms of his best friend and passed out.
Luo Xingchen raised his hand and tapped the former's heart for a few times, sealing his severely wounded heart vein, and immediately tore off his shirt, tying his best friend behind his back, his trembling hands stained red with blood.
"kill!"
The woman in red drank coldly, and behind her, four black illusory figures appeared, with a huge black sickle in her hand, exuding a pressing cold light.
"Friend, you've been smart all your life, can't you see that these are all illusions? Or you don't want to believe the truth and are willing to sink."
Luo Xingchen whispered a word, picked up the sword edge that his friend had dropped on the ground, and immediately flashed past, slashing at the woman in front of him with his sword.
The two swords collided, and a violent vibration resounded through the dead gate of the ghost gate. Luo Xingchen's hand holding the sword continued to drip blood, but he refused to take a half step back.
"呲la"
The four soul-enchanting messengers swept past the phantom black sickle, and the sound of torn clothes and silk sounded, Luo Xingchen was severely injured on both shoulders and chest, the scars were visible to the bones, and the blood gushed like a spring.
"Does it fascinate you so much by playing with other people's emotions?"
Luo Xingchen, regardless of the injury, went one step further, raised his hand and grabbed the blade of the sword in the woman's hand, and Xinghun forcibly chopped it off.
There was a sudden shock, the black sickle blocked the sword's edge, the woman in red saw the timing, her palm energy condensed, and she slapped the former's chest with a palm.
The fierce palm is added to the body, Yu Jin penetrates the body, and the blood mist spurts, so dazzling.
"You haven't answered me, playing with other people's emotions, so fascinated you?"
Not willing to take a step back, Luo Xingchen was still indifferent despite his fierce palms, and the star soul in his hand shook the black sickle, and a sword fell.
Jian Feng added, black energy filled the air, and the figure of the red-clothed woman disappeared for a while, showing signs of instability.
"Have I allowed you to die, answer me!"
Luo Xingchen's expression sank, his whole body surging with true energy, and he stopped the phantom that was about to disperse, and said coldly.
The red-clothed woman's eyes became more bloody, and the power of heaven and earth gathered in the palm of her hand, and once again a palm was printed on the former's chest.
The heavy blows of palm after palm, the blood of waterfall after waterfall, but Luo Xingchen, who did not know it, forced the illusory figure in front of him with real energy, and the chill in his eyes pierced the heart.
The four soul-enchanting messengers waved their black scythes, threatening their lives. However, tens of thousands of years have passed, and the power of the formation here has been weakened to the extreme, and it is difficult to show the power of the past.
Star Soul blocked the black sickle, and slashed past with one sword after another.
Inside the gate of hell, before the altar, the blood had stained every inch of the earth, and the red-clothed woman who was forced to stay in the world became more and more unstable, the black energy dissipated, and the power of heaven and earth kept leaving her body.
"answer me!"
Raising his hand to hold the throat of the woman in front of him, Luo Xingchen shouted with anger in his eyes.
After a short while, the figure of the woman in red dissipated, and she couldn't keep it any longer, and returned to heaven and earth.
The woman's shape was scattered, and the illusion was instantly broken. Not far away, a bead of brilliance was dimmed, and a fissure appeared, and it shattered immediately.
Luo Xingchen stood still, looking at the shattered Nei Pill not far away, his fists clenched loudly.
Boom, at this moment, the cave began to shake violently, and boulders fell from above, crashing on the ground.
The faint brilliance spread out from every crack, heavy like a mountain, making it hard to breathe.
Luo Xingchen's figure swayed several times, the sword in his hand slammed into the ground, he settled his body, looked at the brilliance around him, no longer stopped, brought his best friend who was severely injured and comatose, and hurried out.
"Um"
Fang Xing took a step, Luo Xingchen's figure suddenly settled down, looked back, but saw deep in the stone mansion, in the huge crack, a terrifying fire energy aura overflowed, blazing and pure.
"Sick King Stone!"
Luo Xingchen's expression was shocked, and the figure turned back, moving around, avoiding the situation that was smashed one by one, and quickly swept into the depths of Shifu.
In front of the huge crack, the heat wave surged, making it difficult for people to get half a step closer.
The Shifu collapsed behind him, and there was no delay. Luo Xingchen did not hesitate any more, and quickly swept into the crack ahead.
Dull light pressed his body, the heat wave burned his eyes, and the blood of Luo Xingchen, who had been severely injured, was constantly steaming out, and his body became more and more unsustainable.
Ahead, in the crack, a black stone that had been buried for an unknown number of years appeared, and the black flame flashed, burning the surrounding laws of heaven and earth.
Luo Xingchen's figure swept over, raised his hand to arrest the sick king stone, and quickly swept away.
Jian Feng shook the boulder, swept away the obstacles in the way, and the figure of Luo Xingchen passed by, and quickly fled towards the netherworld.
In the endless underground abyss, there is no exit, the falling stars call out star marks, bow and arrow, arrows shoot into the sky, and the hole opens a path of life and death.
The law of heaven and earth is applied to the body, and the body is under pressure like ten thousand catties, and the cracks all over the body of the falling stars, endure the heavy damage, and dare not stop for a moment.
Tianyue Holy City, Xiyuan Xiaoxie, Tianyue City Lord stood quietly, his eyes looked into the distance, waiting patiently.
The cold moon was shining brightly, and the night was piercingly cold. At this moment, a purple figure swept over. In the future, before he could say a word, he vomited out a mouthful of blood and fell straight down.
"Um?"
When Tianyue City Lord saw this, his expression condensed, his figure flashed past, he stepped forward to support the former, and frowned slightly.
Outside Xiaoxie, the fourth and seventh gods changed their expressions slightly and immediately stepped forward to check the situation.
"Not good!"
Tianyue City Lord has checked the situation of the two, and his eyes narrowed, why did they suffer so much? Although Luohunyuan is dangerous, but these two are extraordinary men, and it should not be difficult to save their lives.
"City Lord!" The seventh god general said worriedly.
"Take them to the Holy Pond immediately," Tianyue City Lord said.
"Yes"
The fourth and seventh god generals ordered them to lead the two of them and hurried towards the holy city.
Tianyue holy pond, the cold air is steaming, the holy city is secret, three figures come, and the two gods will step forward and place the severely injured two people in the holy pond, their expressions are full of worry.
"City Lord, Xingchen's injury?" The fourth god looked at the city owner and asked worriedly.
"Life-threatening!" Tianyue City Lord said solemnly, "Although his strength is not inferior to you, his cultivation base is only in the middle stage of the real world, plus his power body is no longer at its peak, and if he forcibly goes deep into the abyss of the soul, he will be severely injured. Now, Most of the meridians in his body have been damaged, and only his life is left.
Halfway through, but" said this, the Tianyue City Lord looked at the white-haired figure in the holy pond with a more serious expression, "compared to Luoxingchen, this Mr. Ning's injury worries me more. The body and the heart are severely damaged, and there seems to be no chance to resist.
Fa believes that there are still people in this world who have such strength, and it is only one move that will severely damage them. "
"The Fourth Realm?"
The seventh god will question.
"not like"
Tianyue City Lord shook his head and said, "If it is the fourth realm, Luo Xingchen can't save him back, let's not guess, it's business to wake the two up as soon as possible, Xiao Qi, you heal Luo Xingchen, this Mr. Ning Hand it over to the city lord."
When the words fell, Tianyue City Lord stepped forward, turned his palms to condense energy, and poured it into the body of the young man in Suyi in front of him.
The seventh god general also condensed his mind, gathered his true energy, and helped Luo Xingxing to heal.
As time passed, in front of the holy pond, Tianyue City Lord's brows became more and more frowning, what happened, this son's injury was recovering automatically
Stop interfering, Tianyue City Lord withdrew his hand and waited calmly.
At the rear, the fourth god general who was protecting the law for the two saw this, with a puzzled look on his face, and said, "City Lord, what happened?"
"I don't know yet, this child's body is not quite right, it is actually repairing the injury of the heart." Tianyue City Lord said condensedly.
The fourth god general heard the words, his expression was startled, there was such a thing, he did not break away from the mortal body, the physical body was shackled, the heart was severely damaged, and the injury was almost irreversible.
With the help of the holy pool, Ning Chen's whole body, frost gradually rose, little by little floating above the water.
In an instant, the holy pond formed some tiny ice crystals, which were very beautiful and intoxicating.
The fourth god will look at this shocking scene, and his eyes are full of unbelievable colors. The holy pond never freezes, and the current situation shows that the spiritual power of the holy pond will quickly subside.
"City Lord!" The fourth god will come back to his senses and hurriedly reminded.
Tianyue City Lord raised his hand and interrupted the former to continue speaking. He looked forward and said sternly, "Life is at stake, save people first."
The fourth god swallowed the words he had to say and waited anxiously.
On the other side, after the seventh god will stabilize the injury of the falling star, he will restrain his true qi, and then he will notice the scene next to him, and his face will be shocked.
Time passed, and the night gradually passed. In the east, dawn was approaching. In the holy pond, most of the water had frozen, and most of the spiritual energy had dissipated.
At this time, in the holy pool, Su Yi's figure slowly opened his eyes, and after a brief period of confusion, memories flooded in.
Ning Chen got up and saw the three figures standing quietly beside the holy pond. Without saying a word, he bowed respectfully.
Heartbroken, deeply buried, memories, buried, Ning Chen's sad eyes regained calm, and his heart that was riddled with holes was once again as firm as a rock.
"drink"
With a light drink, the sky was full of frost and flowers, Ning Chen turned his palms to condense the scroll of life, and the true energy was poured into his close friend's body to repair his injuries.
The line in front of the gate of hell is unforgettable, and the road ahead is not over. He should not be so fragile. His addiction to beautiful dreams makes him lose himself and does not want to wake up. How naive and how stupid.
If Luo Xingchen hadn't sacrificed his life to save him this time, he might not have come back. From now on, this kind of thing will never happen again. He is fate, he is not qualified to be vulnerable.