It all seems like a nightmare, with spells splashing and swords without eyes. It is undoubtedly very dangerous to appear in such an environment.
Yunmenghan still had a wound in her abdomen, which was painful and weak, so she couldn't dodge in time, and being exposed on the battlefield was basically a death sentence. She clutched the wound on her abdomen with blood, and wanted to call someone to save her.
"Come on, help me..."
At first, Yunmenghan was still holding the posture of Demon Lord Zhengfei, but the crowd came and went, and no one cared about her at all. Yunmenghan gradually gave up decency and dignity, and cried out in collapse: "I beg you, come and save me... Demon Venerable, High Priest, Demon King..."
However, none of the people she was talking about noticed her at the moment, Yun Menghan didn't know who was hit by someone, and fell to the ground suddenly, just hitting the wound. Under the severe pain, Yun Menghan almost fainted. She clutched her stomach and was dying, not having the strength to get up at all.
She was lying on the ground, looking up at the slaughtering crowd, the billowing gunpowder smoke created a very absurd feeling. She felt as if she was dreaming.
At the center of the battlefield, two bright lights were wrestling. The woman in white was bathed in golden light, and the black mist on the opposite side was filled with red light. From the light alone, it could be seen that both sides were very powerful. Taking the two people as the center, the battle in the outer circle spread from high to low. Ling Qingxiao held a long sword, and he could sweep a group of people with a single sword. He quickly shook off Ye Zhongyu, flew to the innermost circle, and attacked the forbidden soul directly. .
Ye Zhongyu is not enough to be his opponent, Ling Qingxiao's goal has always been the ancient forbidden technique. As for the immorality of two enemies and one... He only needs victory, not morality.
Ye Zhongyu wanted to stop it, but was dragged by Tianyu Xingjun. The other demon kings and generals are also surrounded by their opponents. Everyone is an old enemy, and they will be beaten to death as soon as they meet, without caring about the surrounding environment at all.
In the outer circle, there are some small soldiers. They don't have much advanced cultivation, and they all fight hand to hand in the most primitive situation.
Yunmenghan fell to the ground, watching Luohan standing in the middle of the crowd, cooperating with Ling Qingxiao to fight the ancient forbidden technique that could destroy the world, everyone outside was cooperating with her actions; It is simply a killing weapon at the level of strangulation; Ye Zhongyu is surging with demonic energy, and his moves are fierce; the immortal clan's star monarchs are inexhaustible, and the aura is shining; even the red lotus demon king has transformed into a demon, relying on Sharp nails scrambled in the crowd.
Everyone has their own life-saving skills, but Yunmenghan doesn't have it. She has no cultivation base, no magic weapon, and no escape secret. Usually, when she frowns, a man will take the initiative to help her, so Yunmenghan doesn't think it's anything. But this time, when she was in real danger, Yun Menghan realized that she knew nothing.
She fell to the ground, bleeding profusely. She couldn't dodge if she wanted to, she couldn't fight back, and no one could even hear her call for help. Yun Menghan gave birth to great despair. Could it be that her final method of death is to bleed to death without dignity
Perhaps before that moment, she was accidentally injured and killed by the spell next to her.
Yunmenghan deeply felt what it means to be powerless and what it means to be slaughtered by others.
It turned out that what a husband loves, what arouses pity, and what is naturally attracted to men are all fake. So many men love her, but at this moment she is on the battlefield, the men who love her are not far away, but no one cares about her.
No amount of man's love can compare to his own strength. The so-called men all over the world love her is just her illusion, they don't like her that much at all, they don't even care about her that much. Everything is Yunmenghan's self-righteousness.
The high priest of the Wu clan encountered a melee as soon as he went out. He didn't understand what happened and could only be forced to protect himself. The high priest walked all the way to the corner. Unexpectedly, he saw a familiar figure in the chaos.
"Yunmenghan?"
The high priest of the Wu clan quickly avoided the melee crowd and ran to Yun Menghan with difficulty, intending to pull her up. The high priest of the Wu tribe originally thought that Yunmenghan had accidentally fallen, but he pulled it hard, and Yunmenghan let out a painful whimper. Only then did the high priest of the Wu tribe discover that Yunmenghan was injured in the abdomen.
She shed so much blood that it stained the ground red.
The high priest of the Wu clan was very shocked. He quickly grabbed a barrier to block the flying arrows outside, and squatted beside Yun Menghan to check her wound: "How did you get hurt so badly? Who did it?"
The high priest of the witch tribe is proficient in medicine, and at a glance she can see that her wound was stabbed with a dagger. Who would use a dagger on the battlefield? Obviously, someone plotted against Yun Menghan and took the opportunity to stab her.
Yun Menghan looked at the high priest of the Wu clan, her lips moved, and a tear suddenly fell from the corner of her eye. At the juncture of life and death, the only person who saved her was the high priest who knew the shortest. Obviously, the high priest of the Wu clan had the most reason to hate her.
Yunmenghan was seriously injured, and this is not the place to talk. The high priest of the Wu clan wanted to leave with Yunmenghan in his arms. When he approached Yunmenghan, he heard Yunmenghan attached to his ear and said with difficulty, "I'm sorry..."
The high priest of the Wu clan instinctively felt strange, why did Yunmenghan say sorry to him? He didn't have time to think about it, and shouted to Yun Menghan: "Stop talking, save your strength, and I'll take you to a quiet place to heal."
Yun Menghan doesn't have the strength to say too many words now, so she wants to tell the high priest what happened back then. She wanted to tell him that after she ran out of the Wu village, she was too rushed and did not clear her traces; after she was picked up by Ye Zhongyu, she lived a pampered life again. She was satisfied and said it without paying attention. The existence of witches.
She wanted to say sorry to the Wu clan in person.
She couldn't afford the massacre of the Wu clan, she could only try her best to tell the truth to the Wu clan high priest. Only when her lips moved, a loud noise suddenly exploded behind her, Ye Zhongyu and Ling Qingxiao exchanged moves, and the spell spread to the surroundings. In the explosion, an extremely small fragment passed through Yunmenghan's back and stabbed into her heart.
What Yun Menghan was about to say suddenly stopped, the high priest of the Wu clan saw that her face was wrong, and hurriedly checked, and found that there was a big pool of blood on her hands.
The face of the high priest of the Wu clan suddenly changed: "Miss Yun, how are you? Hold on, and I'll save you."
Yunmenghan's face was pale, she wanted to tell the high priest that it was useless, her self-healing power had been almost consumed long ago, and now this shard was inserted directly into her heart, even God Luo Luo couldn't save her. Yun Menghan tried her best to speak, but in fact, she just moved her lips slightly.
Under the severe pain, the world was spinning, and Yun Menghan seemed to suddenly want to understand a lot of things. No wonder Ye Chongyu asked her to wait for tomorrow, no wonder there were no guards tonight, no wonder Su Yinyue entered her tent unimpeded, no wonder she shouted so loudly, and there happened to be no maid.
No wonder Su Yinyue said that she had never understood Yen Ye Chongyu. Yunmenghan found that she really never understood the person beside her.
Yun Menghan and Ye Chongyu shared the same bed for so long, she knew Ye Chongyu's breath better than anyone else. This accident seems to be Ye Zhongyu and Ling Qingxiao fighting, accidentally hurting Chi Yu, but Yun Menghan knew that it was Ye Zhongyu's demonic energy that pierced her heart.
It turned out that it was her husband who wanted to kill her.
Yun Menghan's mouth kept pouring blood, she began to laugh, laughing and laughing, the blood choked into the trachea, and tears flowed out.
The high priest of the Wu clan still did not give up on saving her. He hurriedly clicked on several big acupoints in Yunmenghan, hugged her, and wanted to find a good medicine to bring her back to life.
Before Yun Menghan walked, his head slipped from the arms of the high priest. From the upside-down world, he saw Ye Zhongyu glancing vaguely in their direction. Ye Zhongyu was probably dissatisfied. Luo Han and Jinsoul were at a stalemate, and Jinsoul could be defeated at any time. The high priest of the Wu clan, the only person who knew the details of the artifact, was wasting time to save her.
Yun Menghan no longer had the strength, she raised her head and closed her eyes.
The high priest of the Wu clan did everything possible to save her, but Yun Menghan closed her eyes and never woke up again. The high priest of the Wu clan didn't know how long it took, but when he regained his awareness of the outside world, it was already the seventh day.
The bottle of elixir can consume all living beings, including gods, within seven days.
The high priest of the Wu clan stood up in a daze, he put down Yunmenghan, and walked towards the battlefield with a deep foot and a shallow foot. He saved Yunmenghan for seven days, and on the battlefield, the fairy and demon fought for seven days.
The high priest of the witch tribe felt that his appearance might be very bad, but he knew that his mind was very calm, and his calmness made him afraid. Yun Menghan's last sentence before her death was "I'm sorry", who is she sorry for? Who does she want to apologize for
The original campsite was already in a mess, with immortals and demons fighting, and thousands of miles around were razed to the ground. Luo Han and Jinsoul have spent seven days, as long as they survive today, the good water in the Hua'er bottle can completely wipe out the forbidden soul.
The slender Hua'er bottle floated in the air, the mouth of the bottle was always firmly locked in the direction of the forbidden soul, no matter where he moved, Luo Han would immediately follow. Naturally, the demons' attack on Luo Han never stopped.
This is the war of attrition between the two sides, whoever can last longer will win. The seven-day boundary is constantly approaching, and everyone present knows that victory or defeat is just around the corner.
Victory is unstoppable, and defeat is disastrous.
The darkness before dawn is the most exhausting, and likewise, the counterattack is the most intense. The forbidden soul felt the threat of life, and the counterattack was very crazy, it was almost lifeless. Luo Han's energy had reached the limit, and when the soul was struggling, she clearly felt that she couldn't hold on anymore.
But she couldn't back down, it was not only about herself, but also about the immortals behind her. If she loses, how many people will die with her? Luo Han gritted his teeth, ignoring the internal injury and backlash, forcibly catalyzing the power, the light on the Hua Er bottle suddenly became intense.
Ling Qingxiao felt the change in her breath, she slammed her opponent and returned to Luo Han in a flash. When he saw Luo Han's pale face, his eyes changed: "What are you doing?"
"There's no other way." Luo Han didn't close his eyes for seven days and seven nights, and kept focusing. Her face was pale, but her lips were blushing. Luo Han gritted his teeth and said, "This time he must die, and I can't leave any hidden dangers behind."
Ling Qingxiao looked at Luo Han like this, no matter how many words she could say. He didn't say much, Jiuxiaojian suddenly let out a long cry, Ling Qingxiao held the sword, triggered the sword intent, released all his skills, and attacked the forbidden soul with all his strength.
If Forbidden Soul is still the original Demon God, the situation will be better. The difficulty is that the Demon God is already dead, and has accumulated a terrible amount of grievances over a long period of time. Resentment ghosts are difficult to deal with, let alone resentment bred by gods
Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao gathered their strength to deal with the forbidden soul. The others couldn't help, so they could only use their bodies as guardrails to stop the demons outside. The forbidden soul struggled frantically, and the sharp cry resounded through the sky, sending out one after another terrifying sound wave in the six realms.
Luo Han's divine power and Ling Qingxiao's ice spiritual power shattered all the surrounding stones, and then the ground froze, leaving nothing to grow. The sword qi and the suffocating suffocation of the forbidden soul intertwined, cutting cracks on the ground.
The ground even began to crack, and the cracks were like moiré patterns. At first, it was only a thin line, and the cracks became deeper and deeper, and the spread was faster and faster. Everything seemed hopelessly apocalyptic.
Ye Zhongyu became more and more anxious when he saw that the seven-day period was getting closer and closer. He organized the remaining demon clan, and everyone rushed to one place, regardless of life or death, the only purpose was to break through the protective circle of the immortal clan and attack Luo Han. Luo Han now has all the power in the forbidden soul, but he is the most vulnerable.
The demons swarmed like crazy, like a black tide, and like an ant colony that lost its mind. Ye Chongyu killed an immortal with a knife. He wiped the blood from his face and ordered: "Continue to rush forward, and those who dare to back down will be killed by those behind."
After Ye Zhongyu finished speaking, he was about to join the battle, and suddenly felt that someone was coming. He turned his head and saw the high priest of the Wu clan lost his mind and approached like a walking corpse.
"High Priest, you are finally here." Ye Zhongyu looked relieved, but the knife in his hand never relaxed. He said, "High Priest, you just saw that Ling Qingxiao accidentally killed Yun Menghan when he cast spells. Come with me, and we will avenge Meng'er together."
The high priest of the Wu clan stared at Ye Zhongyu motionless, his eyes were like puppets. Ye Zhongyu wanted to fix the weakness of the Er bottle and said, "Now that the artifact has fallen into the hands of the wicked, we must stop them from abusing Nuwa's artifact. How can this bottle be contained?"
"is that you?"
Ye Zhongyu paused and said, "Now the situation is critical, let's solve the artifact first..."
"Is it you who killed Yunmenghan?"
Hearing that name, Ye Zhongyu was also silent. The High Priest of the Witch Race stiffly curled the corners of his lower lips, he was laughing at himself. He's an absolute idiot, the biggest joke in the world.
The high priest of the Wu clan asked again: "Are you the people in the entire village of the Wu clan?"
The High Priest of the Witch Tribe is not well-mannered, but he is not stupid. Yunmenghan said sorry to him, and was about to say something when she was stabbed to death by an accidental shard. Combined with Yunmenghan's injuries, God's warning, and Yunmenghan's expression of hesitating to speak, how could the high priest of the Wu tribe not be able to guess the truth.
It was Ye Zhongyu. Those who killed his entire clan, destroyed his entire village, deceived him into working for it, and wanted to deceive Nuwa's artifact were all Ye Zhongyu. It's ridiculous that the high priest of the witch clan is still in the company of the wolf, and asks Ye Zhongyu to help him find the real murderer.
Funny, pathetic, hateful.
The high priest of the Wu clan looked up at the sky, the battle was too ruthless, the ground was cracked, life was devastated, and even the sky was faintly showing signs of collapse. The high priest of the witch tribe suddenly understood the sacrificial text that his master asked him to recite when he was young.
Sacrifices are always accompanied by death. If you want to seek the blessing of God and protect more clansmen, you must choose a person as a sacrifice. The oldest sacrificial offerings are all sacrifices to living people.
He has made many mistakes in his life, and he can only do the only right thing with the only life he has left.
The high priest of the Wu tribe took out his knife and danced a complete sacrificial dance. Sacrificial sacrifice is a very ancient custom, and sacrifice dance is unheard of. Ye Zhongyu saw the high priest of the Wu tribe dancing and talking to himself, thinking he was crazy.
Ye Chongyu guarded against the sneak attack by the high priest of the Wu clan, but did not prevent the high priest from suddenly slashing the sharp knife to his throat. The high priest cut off his own blood vessels mercilessly, and regardless of the gushing blood, he joined his hands together and recited a few words: "The emperor is on the top, and the unworthy descendants ask for sin. I know that I have a deep sense of sin, and now I am willing to sacrifice my body to sacrifice my blood and soul. All perish, never reincarnate, seal injustices, and restore peace to the six realms."
For any seal or magic circle, only blood is the best medium. The high priest of the witch tribe sacrificed the blood of Nuwa all over his body, just to strengthen the seal of the bottle of elixir.
The Hua'er bottle was originally written by Nuwa. With the sacrifice of the blood of Nuwa's descendants, the power of the Hua'er bottle gradually increased, and the light became more and more bright. When the light of the Hua'er bottle reached its peak, the high priest of the Wu tribe was also drained of blood, turned into powder, and shattered when touched.
The enemy of the genocide stood in front of him, but the high priest of the Wu tribe finally chose to die as a martyr to end the war and save more civilians.
This battle cannot be fought any longer.
With the sacrifice of the high priest of the Wu clan, the power of the Hua Er bottle was great, and he violently counter-pressed the forbidden soul and inhaled the forbidden soul into the bottle. The forbidden soul screamed harshly, and the cries of ghosts rushed to the face. Luo Han felt goosebumps all over his body when he heard it, but he still didn't relax.
The forbidden soul was twisted into various shapes, but in the end it was impossible to break free. Before the last ray of forbidden soul was inhaled into the bottle, he turned into a weird smiling face and smiled bitterly at Luo Han: "You can't kill me. Unless, you kill him."
A burst of laughter broke out in the forbidden soul, and his voice was distorted, which only made people terrified. Luo Han clenched his teeth and slammed into force to lock him all.
The face of the forbidden soul disappeared, Luo Han closed the lid of the Hua'er bottle, and only waited for the last time to pass, and the good water completely melted the forbidden soul.
Obviously everything is over, although it is dangerous, but the result is still good. But Luo Han didn't know why he couldn't laugh, the look in Luo Han's mind at the end of the forbidden soul was always imprinted in Luo Han's mind, and she couldn't forget it for a long time.
Luo Han didn't know whether he was out of strength or frightened, and fell to the ground suddenly. Ling Qingxiao immediately caught her, Luo Han had lost his response and was completely unconscious.
Ling Qingxiao held down Luo Han's pulse, cut it carefully for a while, and suddenly slapped Luo Han in his arms. Tian Yu and the others were all scarred. They saw Ling Qingxiao's movements and said, "Your Majesty..."
"She suffered internal injuries and urgently needs recuperation. The aftermath will be left to you."
The ancient forbidden technique has been eliminated, and the remaining demons are not at all favorable. As for Ye Zhongyu and the Red Lotus Demon King, Ling Qingxiao didn't take it to heart at all.
Luo Han was injured, and nothing in the world was more important than her recovery.
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Luo Han felt that he had a very long dream, and the dream was very unstable. She seemed to be walking in a long, dark space, with twisted grimace from time to time, resentful laughter from time to time, and finally, she saw a back at the end of the road.
The other party was wearing white clothes, and her figure was very familiar to her. Luo Han wanted to catch up, but just as she approached, the other party disappeared and appeared further away. She kept chasing, and when she finally caught up with him, she suddenly found that she was holding a knife in her hand, stabbing him in his heart.
Luo Han was abruptly woken up. Xian'e on both sides was startled, and half-knelt by the bed together: "Heaven forgives your sins."
Luo Han looked at the fresh and elegant fairies in front of him, and at the dignified and elegant decorations on both sides, unable to realize where he was for a moment.
"Who are you and where is this?"
Before the Xian'e could reply, another voice came from behind the curtain: "Go down."
When the Xian'e heard this voice, they all became tense. They didn't dare to disobey, they bowed to Luo Han, and then filed back. There was no sound from beginning to end, not even the light smoke from the incense burner.
Ling Qingxiao sat beside the bed, reached out to probe Luo Han's forehead, and said, "It's much better. Do you still feel uncomfortable?"
This set of actions came naturally, as if he had done it many times. Luo Han just woke up from the dream, when he suddenly saw Ling Qingxiao, he was stunned.
Ling Qingxiao took the medicine bowl and came over. He tested the temperature, and when he looked up, he saw Luo Han staring at her blankly, feeling both distressed and happy: "It's alright, everything is over. The war is over, only the cleaning of the battlefield is left. Things like that. The demons suffered heavy losses and suffered a crushing defeat, and they just sent the document for peace the day before yesterday."
"Where's the Ecstasy bottle?"
"Here." Ling Qingxiao stretched out her hand, and a slender and small bottle appeared in Ling Qingxiao's hand. Luo Han took the bottle and rubbed his fingers, feeling that there was nothing in it.
The forbidden soul, the demon god, have completely disappeared.
When Ling Qingxiao saw that Luo Han was still in the dark, he put the medicine bowl on the several cases next to him, stretched out his hand to hug Luo Han's shoulder, and stroked Luo Han's back with the other hand: "It's over. Don't worry, I have everything. "