After a long while, I heard Yin Ze sternly say: "Hmph! Do you think you are still qualified to negotiate terms with me now? If it weren't for your special status, you would have been executed in Ling Chi long ago just for your crime of pretending to surrender and assassinating my young master. If you had
If you really want that butterfly demon to survive, just surrender your tears obediently, otherwise... Humph! The Gu beasts in my Yinxuan Formation are not vegetarians! If you don't surrender your tears for one day, I will find a way to make that butterfly
The monster is worse than dead!"
Hearing this, Shi Meng felt a chill in her heart. Now she was like a piece of fish on the chopping board, just waiting to be slaughtered. How could she negotiate any terms with him?
But although she felt the pain was unbearable, and her eyes were sore and swollen, she reluctantly raised her hand to gently touch the dry corners of her eyes, but no tears fell.
Knowing that Yin Ze was not simply threatening her with a few words, he was worried that Yifeng would be punished, but even though she was so anxious, she had no choice but to shed tears.
"Commander, calm down! Calm down! Give me some more time! I'll try again..."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt that the white mist in front of her eyes gradually dissipated, and she saw a red light shining in the distance. It dimmed again for a moment. When she looked carefully, she felt that the sky in front of her was covered by
A shriveled and thin face was obscured.
She couldn't help but rub her eyes and moved back, but when she looked up again, she saw a pair of abyss-black eyes staring at her on the face that covered the entire sky.
The corners of her wrinkled mouth were slightly pulled, revealing yellow and sharp teeth. A voice like a dying bell reached her ears, "If you can't cry, I have many ways to help you! However, you don't know my Gu.
Can the beasts wait that long? Since they followed me on my expedition to Yun Kingdom, they haven’t eaten for several months. I think the butterfly demon is in really good shape..."
His voice is getting farther and farther away, and the face that was so close is also gradually moving away, but the dreamlike heart is falling into the bottomless abyss step by step...
"Ah!!!!" She screamed hysterically, wanting to shed the tears that could save Yifeng, but her voice sounded weak and feeble in Yinze, like a fallen leaf in the wind.
In the dark red tent, there was a wooden sculpture placed in the center, surrounded by hundreds of green lotus oil lamps. The lamp oil was made from unknown sources, and the entire tent was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Kneeling on the cushion under the wood carving was a short old man in a red shirt. He was clasping his hands together, muttering something, and staring at a glass jar next to the wood carving.
The glass jar was only about the size of a palm, but a white shadow could be vaguely seen flickering in it.
For a moment, the old man's eyes flashed, and he brushed his wide sleeves over the top of the glass jar, and then he heard a broken and hoarse voice shouting: "Yinze, you old man! If you dare to hurt my senior brother in the slightest, I will never do it even if you die."
Let you have my tears!"
When she shouted, Yin Ze actually stopped what he was doing. He closed his sleeves and slowly stood up. When he turned to leave, he left behind a sentence: "I will only give you three days. If you can't pay after three days,
If you shed tears, I will send you to hell with that butterfly demon!"
In the snowy areas of Qi, heavy snow is flying and the ice is biting.
In a cave deep in the snowy area, it is as warm as spring, with green trees and many peach blossoms blowing in the wind.
The fragrance of wood slowly lingered, and a tall black figure sat leaning against the wall in the cave. His thick eyebrows were tightly knitted, his slender eyes were slightly closed, as if he was enduring great pain, his cheeks were flushed, and his temples were all red.
It's like beads of sweat.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, gave a low shout, and slapped his palm heavily on the stone wall, causing the leaves all around to fall. The peach blossoms that were originally blooming turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared.
"Mu Zili! You're so cruel!" His eyes suddenly darkened, he closed his eyes weakly, and breathed heavily.
He had been trapped here for several months by Mu Zili using his spiritual skills. In order to force him out, he even harmed himself with Xuanming fire, but Mu Zili was just a ball of spiritual energy, lingering in his heart, but he couldn't.
If he is willing to leave, he will suffer tremendous pain every time he takes a breath and every luck.
They had not fought for a few days, but just now he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, which was really unbearable. He had no choice but to use the Xuanming Fire again, but in the end, both sides were hurt. Every time he hurt the wood spirit, he hurt himself.
In fact, it was out of helplessness that Mu Zili used his whole body's spiritual power to use the Spiritual Rhythm Technique to trap his heart. Otherwise, Xi Meng might have been taken away by him that day in the Desert of Bones.
But he was suffering from lovesickness day and night, and he tried his best to stop Que Hentian from looking for Simeng. He persisted for several months and was almost exhausted.
Just now, he received a Bodhi message from Yifeng. The words were fragmented, but he probably understood that Meng'er was in trouble with him.
He immediately wanted to capture Que Hentian in one fell swoop, but he had no choice but to realize that the instantly withered leaves in the cave were a symbol of his gradually declining spiritual power.
Even the peach blossoms he transformed into bodhi leaves were turned into ashes by Que Hentian's palm just now.
But Shi Meng was in trouble, and he couldn't stay here for a moment longer, so he had to fight quickly.
The moment Que Hentian gasped for breath, he had already left Que Hentian's heart.
It's just that Que Hentian's heart was damaged, so he didn't notice it for a while. When he noticed something was wrong, the cave was already wrapped in the thick woody fragrance, and a green shadow leaped into the sky in front of him, and a huge wave seemed to roll up in the blink of an eye like a stormy sea.
The air flow rushed towards him.
Only a sad cry was heard, Que Hentian's tall body had left the ground, his wings fluttered behind his shoulders, and his eyebrows were full of anger.
"Mu Zili! I will kill you here today!"
He only heard a sharp shout, and when his wings swayed, the entire depth of the snowy region seemed to be roaring, making a thunderous roar.
Mu Zili's heart is like a dream, he just wants to solve the battle quickly, he only attacks but not defends with all his moves, he seizes people with cold force, and he won't give in an inch.
Que Hentian was trapped by him for several months, his heart was damaged, and his spiritual power was already weak since he entered the human world. He had gathered a lot of energy in that attack just now. Although Que Hentian barely escaped, his wings were still seriously injured.
Seeing that he had the upper hand, Mu Zili still attacked quickly but failed to defend. However, he was too impatient, but the thoughtful Que Hentian found a flaw and risked exhaustion to activate the Xuanming Fire again, hoping to kill him.
He couldn't dodge, and a ball of flames passed through his chest. His handsome face turned as white as snow in an instant, and the pain he endured was in his dark eyes. His palms were still condensing and forming seals, and they struck at Que Hentian.
There was only a muffled sound, and Que Hentian's body that was hanging in mid-air suddenly fell, his dark brown wings trembling slightly, and blood dripped down the wings into the dust.
For a moment, the cave was filled with flames, and the surrounding trees derived from the aura of the wood spirit were swallowed up by the flames. The originally warm spring-like cave suddenly fell into a bitter cold.
Both Mu Zili and Que Hentian knew very well that the result of their fight would inevitably be a lose-lose situation.