With a bang, a stream of blood flew past Wang Huan's chest. Ming Hui, the Lord of Yanxue, who attacked, stared wide, and she didn't expect things to turn out like this. She never thought that at this time, Wang Huan used her body to block her attack.
This, is this guy a fool? He is just a level nine-level physical cultivation war king. He dares to use his body to resist my attack. He is simply seeking death when he does this. What exactly does he want to do? That is the best time to kill the ghost of the Spirit Sect!
Wang Huan seemed not to care about the astonished gaze of the Lord of Yanxue City. If it weren't for the instantaneous retreat of the body of Yanxue City, Ming Hui, and the power of the ancient flame martial arts attack on the red thorn whip was weakened, it would probably be that the attack of the red thorn whip could kill Wang Huan in an instant.
Despite this, the red thorn whip hit Wang Huan, and Wang Huan was still hit on his chest with a fatal injury that could be seen. The Lord of Yanxue City Ming Hui was obviously stunned. She knew that if she angered the ghost, the ghost behind Wang Huan might take a ruthless move!
But the Lord of Yanxue City Ming Hui never expected that Gui Mei did not seem to attack Wang Huan immediately. She just stood quietly, staring at Wang Huan's back, her face full of confusion. Seeing this scene, everyone held their breath.
Even the members of the Death Sect were so arrogant that they dared not let out a sip. How could this back be so familiar? I must have seen such back somewhere. Suddenly, Wang Huan in the ghostly eyes, seemed to have become a teenager, a teenager who was only about eight years old.
It seemed that the person who was resisting her was a black-haired boy about eight years old. The picture in the ghost's mind became clearer and clearer. Who is this black-haired boy about eight years old? Why did he appear in my memory? Who is he?
Just as Ghost was puzzled, he saw Wang Huan standing in front of him, with a pale face. He turned around and showed a calm smile on his face, and said, "Xian'er, are you okay? Brother Huan said he would protect you. Xian'er, you can leave here first!"
Hearing this, Gui Mei trembled all over. The memory in her mind, the black-haired boy about eight years old, also turned around and said something to her. Is this my memory? What's going on with this intermittent memory!
Ghost slapped his head with his hands, and his face looked very painful. She couldn't think of the name of the boy about eight years old. When Ghost was puzzled, the boy standing in front of her gradually became blurred.
The memory in Gui Mei's mind was that the black-haired boy about eight years old was the same as Wang Huan's current situation. The boy about eight years old slowly fell to the ground. Before Wang Huan's body fell to the ground, Gui Mei's figure flashed.
Seeing the scene in front of her, everyone was completely stunned. Ghost Mei, she actually hugged Wang Huan. What's going on? Even Ming Hui, the lord of Yanxue City, subconsciously stood there when she saw the scene in front of her, and did not attack Ghost Mei.
"Brother Huan, don't die. Didn't you say you should protect Xian'er?" When Gui Mei hugged Wang Huan's body, she spoke in her subconscious mind. After saying this, even Gui Mei herself was completely stunned.
Looking at the handsome black-haired boy in his arms, the ghost felt mixed feelings. Why, why did I see him falling to the ground? I felt so distressed in my heart. Why did I subconsciously call out his name? Is this really my memory!
What is my relationship with this black-haired boy? Who am I? The ghostly expression is complicated, staring at Wang Huan who has already fainted in her arms. It was the first time she was so shaking in her heart. She wanted to know who she was!
"You are Guimei! You have been adopted by the Spirit Sect since you were a child. It is the Spirit Sect who has given you the strength of the Spirit Sect. Your life will be a murder tool for the Spirit Sect! Be loyal to the Spirit Sect for a lifetime!" Suddenly, a gloomy voice came from Guimei's mind.
The Bone Saint not far away was hesitant when he saw the ghost and did not kill the black-haired boy. He sent a message, but what the Bone Saint did not expect was that the ghost not far away seemed to ignore his voice transmission at all and still did not take action.
Seeing that the ghosts were hesitant, the face of the White Bone Saint became extremely gloomy. He roared angrily, and the momentum on his body was released instantly, ready to rush over and kill Wang Huan, but at this moment, the Lord of Yanxue City Ming Hui flashed and blocked him.
The momentum of the White Bone Saint was instantly locked on Ming Hui, the Lord of Yanxue City. The two were both level 4 Ancient Flame War Saints. The White Bone Saint could only let Wang Huan go for the time being and shifted the target to Ming Hui. Their bodies flashed and disappeared from the spot.
A loud noise came from the air, and the battle between the Bone Saint and Ming Hui was about to break out. Both the Bone Saint and Ming Hui were level 4 Ancient Flame War Saints. It was very difficult to defeat the other party in a short time. Ming Hui could only pray for Wang Huan, hoping that Gui Mei was really the person he knew.
Seeing the ghost holding Wang Huan in his arms, Fatty and Dazhuang looked at each other. Although they knew that the beautiful girl in front of them was very strong, Fatty and Dazhuang still rushed towards her.
Wang Huan was in her hands. In order to rescue Wang Huan, Fatty and Dazhuang had already been prepared for their hard work. When the ghost saw Dazhuang and Fatty leaping over, she held Changjian with one hand, waved it, and an ancient Yan martial arts attacked, released from Changjian.
There were rumblings and rumblings in the ground in front of him, and cracks appeared on the ground. Before Fatty and Dazhuang could figure it out, a huge ancient flame martial arts attack directly knocked Fatty and Dazhuang and the two of them flew out of thousands of meters away.
Bang bang, two muffled sounds in succession. Fatty and Dazhuang looked pale and spit out blood. So strong! They were not opponents of the same level at all. Fatty and Dazhuang stood up shaking from the ground, staring at the ghost in disbelief.
The gap in strength was too big, and they didn't even have the ability to approach Ghost, let alone save Wang Huan. The eighty members of the Death Sect were all ready to rush towards Ghost. Fatty and Dazhuang were shocked when they saw this scene and hurriedly jumped to the members of the Death Sect.
Fatty and Dazhuang did not allow members of the Death Sect to rush towards Guimei. As the ninth-level Ancient Flame War King, they were seriously injured when they were under the attack of Guimei. Moreover, Fatty and Dazhuang felt that the ghost's Ancient Flame Martial Arts attack did not use all their strength.
Fatty and Dazhuang were sure that if the ghost's Gu Yan martial arts used all their strength just now, they could kill the two in an instant. When the members of the Death Sect saw Fatty and Dazhuang, they intercepted their way, and their faces showed anxious expressions.
"Even if you go up, you can't resist the ghost's attack. I know you are not afraid of death, but the young master will never want you to die here, and it's such a meaningless death!" Da Zhuang stared at the members of the Death Sect with a serious face.
The eighty members of the Death Sect heard Dazhuang say this, their faces were still firm. For them, if Wang Huan from the Death Sect is gone, is that still the Death Sect? What is the meaning of the Death Sect? Even if they die, they will go to the underworld together!
"Miss Rouxue, have you noticed the change in the expression on the ghost's face? If she wanted to kill Wang Huan, she would have done it long ago. Wang Huan would not have lived until now. Moreover, she did not act ruthlessly on me and the fat man. I think the ghost in front of me is exactly what Wang Huan said. She should have remembered something. Otherwise, with the style of the members of the Spirit Sect, she would not have been such a low-level mistake. We should be patient. I always feel that something seems wrong." The fat man also said seriously.
The eighty members of the Death Sect nodded after hearing the fat man's analysis. At this time, Wang Huan, who was in a coma, would be easy for Guimei to kill him. What's more, the Lord of Yanxue City was also restrained by another Saint-level powerful man from the Spirit Sect. Guimei could do it at any time, but she did not do so. She was lucky. The eighty members of the Death Sect could only look forward to Guimei. They really remembered something. Just as the members of the Death Sect expected. Guimei did remember some things, but the picture was not complete.
Gui Mei's face was full of confusion at this time, and the other memories were very blurry in her mind. The only thing she could clearly remember was that the back just now, as if that back had been deeply imprinted in Gui Mei's heart. When she saw that back, the deepest memory in Gui Mei's heart was open. In the memory, Gui Mei saw a girl, who was anxiously holding the black-haired boy, her face was full of panic, as if she was staring at something. Then many ancient flame warriors rushed over.
When the memory is presented here, all the pictures gradually become blurred, and even intermittent memories are intermittent. Ghost is staring at the young man in her arms. She is hesitant. At this time, the white bone saint in the distance transmits a voice and appears in Ghost's mind again.
"Ghost, what are you going to do! I order you to kill him immediately and take away his incomplete soul! Otherwise, you will betray the Spirit Sect. You should know what the consequences will be if you betray the Spirit Sect!" The Bone Saint resisted Ming Hui's ancient flame martial arts and sent a message.
Faced with the warning of the Bone Saint, he was directly ignored by Gui Mei. Gui Mei always wanted to know his life experience. Many people who were resurrected in the Spiritual Sect all have their own life experience and the deepest memories in their hearts.
Only Gui Mei had no memory, and her memory was the memory that appeared after the Spiritual Sect. Now, Gui Mei met someone who knew her for the first time, and judging from the feeling of pain in her heart, this person seemed to have something to do with her.
After a long silence, Gui Mei's figure gradually flew into the air, holding the black-haired boy, members of the Death Sect, Da Zhuang, Fatty, and even Ming Hui, when they saw this scene, they couldn't help but frown, not understanding what Gui Mei wanted to do.
Seeing a huge black aura released from the ghost, it seemed that he had made a decision. The White Bone Saint smiled and said, "That's right, that's it. I allow you to swallow his soul!"