From him, Yuwen Zhouyuan could feel that he was also a person with a lot of stories, and a desolate and sad atmosphere came from him.
"You deserve to die. You destroyed everything about me. It was you. If it weren't for you, maybe she could have been resurrected." The white-haired middle-aged man stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan with a serious look and said.
"This vicious formation will be destroyed if it is destroyed. I am not completely destroyed yet!" Yuwen Zhouyuan sneered, opened his hand and grabbed it, and a huge pattern of condensed energy was pulled out from the ground.
"Broken." Yuwen Zhouyuan snorted coldly, and the network pattern formed by condensed energy collapsed and turned into pure energy.
"No..." The white-haired middle-aged man yelled, his voice was shrill and sad, and tears actually flowed from his eyes. He seemed to have lost all his strength and suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.
"Why did you do this, why did you do this, do you know? You destroyed my hope, you destroyed Liya's hope." The white-haired middle-aged man murmured, his eyes full of sadness.
When a tall and dignified man sheds tears, it means that the man is extremely heartbroken.
"No matter what your reasons are, it is wrong to arrange such a vicious formation." Yuwen Zhouyuan said calmly.
"I don't care at all whether it's right or wrong. As long as I can resurrect my Liya, it doesn't matter if I kill everyone in the world!" The white-haired middle-aged man showed a trace of madness in his eyes.
Hearing this, Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but feel a little moved. Liya must be very important to him. In order to resurrect a person, he actually arranged such a formation. He is also a temperamental person.
"If the most important person around me dies, as long as she lives, I am willing to do anything, even if I have to bear a lifetime of infamy." Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the white-haired man and said.
After a pause, Yuwen Zhouyuan continued: "There is no right or wrong in things in the world. Wrong and right are just different perspectives."
"Hahaha..." The white-haired middle-aged man laughed, tears sliding down to his chin. He raised his head and stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan, "If that's the case, then why did you destroy my formation? Why? Why?
Want to ruin my hopes?"
"From your point of view, what I did was wrong and shouldn't be done, but from my point of view, my behavior was correct. The formation you arranged trapped me.
It also threatens the safety of my friends. Do you think I won't break this formation?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked.
"What you said is right, but no matter what, it was you who ruined my hope. In that case, you should be buried with her!" the white-haired man said.
The last sentence seemed to be squeezed out from the throat of a white-haired middle-aged man, with murderous intent in his voice.
"Death." The white-haired middle-aged man suddenly stood up, rushed towards Yuwen Zhouyuan, and punched out. The fist contained enough power to break the mountain.
Yuwen Zhouyuan also punched out, and the light was restrained, moving a space, as if the power of this space was blessed by this punch.
The two fists collided together.
"Boom..." The terrifying sonic boom shook thousands of miles, and the whole valley was shaken. A stream of energy shot out in all directions, each energy having the power of a full-strength strike from a peak powerhouse in the middle stage of the True Emperor.
The white-haired middle-aged man retreated a hundred feet, leaving a series of deep footprints on the ground. Yuwen Zhouyuan also retreated a hundred feet. The footprints he left were very deep, and there were cracks around each footprint.
, like a spider web.
The white-haired middle-aged man is also in the early stage of True Saint cultivation. Judging from the situation of this punch, they are evenly matched, but strictly speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan is still at the bottom. After all, he has consumed a lot of energy in the formation just now.
If he continues to fight with Yang Liuqing for a long time, it will definitely be detrimental to him.
"Kill." The white-haired middle-aged man rushed over again and punched out his fist again. The front part of the fist was covered with a shadow. This was the effect of the air being compressed by the fist wind.
This punch put great pressure on Yuwen Zhouyuan. He stopped using his fists and changed his fists into sword fingers. The two fingers contained terrifying sharp energy.
"Kakakaka..." Yuwen Zhouyuan's sword finger collided with the opponent's fist, making a crisp sound.
The bodies of the two people flew backwards again. The white-haired middle-aged man's feet sank into the ground, while Yuwen Zhouyuan's ankles sank in.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's fingers were in great pain, and his bones were broken. But the white-haired middle-aged man didn't have it easy either. There was a deep bloody hole in the opponent's fist.
Despite this, the white-haired middle-aged man still had a look of anger on his face, full of fighting spirit, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all, and he had to kill him.
"What a madman." Yuwen Zhouyuan shook his numb arm and said to himself.
At this time, the white-haired middle-aged man continued to rush towards Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"Bang bang bang..." Continuous collisions sounded, and powerful energy shot out. Cave after hole was drilled out of the steep rock walls around the valley.
Amid the intense attacks from the white-haired middle-aged man, Yuwen Zhouyuan and Yang Liuqing were dodging and fighting at the same time. The middle-aged man was so powerful that every punch was extremely domineering, as if it could shatter mountains and rivers.
After fighting for almost half an hour, the valley was almost destroyed. Both of them had exhausted a lot and couldn't help but pant.
Maybe it's because he sympathizes with this man! All of Yuwen Zhouyuan's attacks were restrained attacks that didn't release the energy at all. The white-haired middle-aged man may have been worried about something and didn't use his eloquent attacks.
Energy bursts out of the body.
Once the two of them used this attack method, I'm afraid the valley would have been demolished long ago.
"Bang." As a dull sound sounded, Yuwen Zhouyuan stepped back a full five or three feet, while the white-haired middle-aged man stepped back more than ten feet. Both of them couldn't help but gasp and stared at each other.
.
After fighting for hundreds of rounds, the terrifying energy caused all the white mist within a two-mile radius to disappear.
Yuwen Zhouyuan and the white-haired middle-aged man were both very exhausted, and both suffered minor injuries.
The white-haired middle-aged man has accumulated a lot, and he can pick up every move at his fingertips. Like the power of God, the entire space is trembling. Yuwen Zhouyuan is holding Yang Liuqing in one hand and waving various skills at will with the other hand, which contains mysterious rules.
The two fought equally well.
"I will definitely kill you, kill you." The white-haired middle-aged man gasped for air and stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan fiercely, as if Yuwen Zhouyuan was his life and death enemy.
"Neither of us can do anything to the other, and you can't kill me." Yuwen Zhouyuan also gasped while recovering the energy in his body.
"I will kill you." The white-haired middle-aged man still said, and as he spoke, his expression became trance-like, with a look of grief on his face.
"Ah..." Suddenly, he let out a loud roar, collapsed on the ground, and said with dull eyes, "Is this God's will? Is Liya going to leave me like this forever?"
At this time, Yang Liuqing moved in Yu Wen Zhouyuan's arms. She opened her eyes and woke up. The cold and cold air in her body had been driven away. After her vitality was restored, she would naturally wake up.
When Yang Liuqing saw Yuwen Zhouyuan still hugging her, a blush appeared on her beautiful face.
"Are you okay?" Yuwen Zhouyuan asked when he saw Yang Liuqing regaining consciousness.
"It's okay, you...let me go first." Yang Liuqing said, biting her white teeth gently.
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled awkwardly, then let go of Yang Liuqing, "I thought you hadn't fully recovered yet."
Yang Liuqing rolled her eyes at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and then turned her gaze to the white-haired middle-aged man not far away, her eyes full of doubts.
"Restore the spiritual power in your body first, and I'll tell you later." Yuwen Zhouyuan said, and walked towards the white-haired middle-aged man.
"Although I don't know what happened specifically, from what you just said, I have already heard a general idea. The purpose of setting up this great corpse-soul-dividing formation is to resurrect a person named Liya?" Yuwen
Zhou Yuan asked.
"Shut up, can you call Liya's name? She is my Liya, and only I can call her." After hearing Yuwen Zhouyuan's words, the white-haired middle-aged man who looked decadent just now turned his head suddenly.
He glared at Yuwen Zhouyuan fiercely, his eyes flashing with light.
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled in astonishment and thought to himself, he is really a person with character.
"You set up this great corpse-splitting soul formation to cultivate countless Yin corpses and Yin souls to the extreme, and then use an extremely Yin-to-Yang formation to turn Yin into Yang and resurrect the person you mentioned. If
If my guess is correct, there must be a cave underneath this canyon!" Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the white-haired middle-aged man and said.
"You also know the formation? Your formation level should be uncertain." The white-haired middle-aged man raised his head and looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan in surprise, and then he said to himself: "Yes! It must be not low, otherwise you
You can't break my formation either."
"It's all you. All my ten thousand years of preparation were ruined by you." The white-haired middle-aged man's eyes were full of murderous intent, and a terrifying momentum enveloped Yuwen Zhouyuan, as if he wanted to crush Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Turn into meat sauce.
Yuwen Zhouyuan did not exude any aura, and the whole thing seemed to have turned into a warm spring breeze, and was not affected at all.
"This has nothing to do with me. Although I don't know what kind of damage your Liya suffered, but this formation alone is far from being able to reincarnate a person from death." Yuwen Zhouyuan shook his head and said.
"What do you know? Liya just suffered a little trauma to her soul." The white-haired middle-aged man glared at Yuwen Zhouyuan and said.
"I'm afraid it's not just the soul that has been a little traumatized! If that's really the case, you can search for the elixir of heaven and earth to repair her wounds, instead of spending so much time on setting up formations to transform the polar yang." Yu Wenzhou
Yuan looked at the white-haired middle-aged man and said.
The white-haired middle-aged man fell silent, as Yu Wen Zhouyuan was right.
"If I'm not wrong, part of her soul should have left the body! It can be said that she is already half dead. The other part of her soul should have been forcibly retained in the body by you using supreme means. You want to let her
Resurrection is undoubtedly a heaven-defying act, and these formations alone are not enough." Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed slightly.