Seeing batches of masters standing in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan, he was a little moved, his heart was extremely shocked, and there was also a hint of fear.
"Don't be afraid, we are not afraid of death." Everyone roared in unison, and the sound was loud.
At this moment, many experts in the interior of Xiliang Sanctuary saw this scene, and tears gathered in the corners of their eyes involuntarily.
"If that's the case, then I will kill you all." A trace of anger appeared in the eyes of this pseudo-fairyland master from the Scale Horn tribe, and with a palm strike, more than thirty people who were blocking Yuwen Zhouyuan died once again.
Another group of people moved and stood in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan.
A magic knife filled with black energy appeared in the hand of this master from the Scale Horn Clan, and he slashed at everyone.
Seeing that this group of people was about to die again, suddenly, a white bolt came and collided with the magic knife.
Click, click, click!
The magic knife shattered and the white leather blade disappeared.
"Who is it?" The pseudo-fairyland master from the Scale Horn tribe shouted with a change of expression.
Suddenly, without any warning, a figure appeared in front of the group of experts. This was a woman in a white dress, cold and aloof, like a banished fairy.
Seeing this figure, Yuwen Zhouyuan's bleeding lips moved. If anyone knew lip language, they would know that Yuwen Zhouyuan softly read out two words - Fairy Xingyue.
"Have you killed enough?" Fairy Xingyue's extremely cold voice sounded in this space, with a chilling chill in it.
Seeing Fairy Xingyue, a master of the pseudo-immortal realm from the Scale Horn tribe, his eyes shrank slightly, and for a moment he showed a look of disbelief, "You are also a pseudo-immortal realm? How... how is it possible?"
He didn't feel any heavenly calamity from Xiliang when the peak master of the True Saint broke through, but how could a pseudo-fairyland master suddenly appear? This shocked him extremely.
Suddenly, this pseudo-fairyland master from the Scale Horn tribe seemed to have thought of something, and he showed a look of surprise and said: "I understand, you were once a master in the era of the war between immortals and demons."
"Go back first!" Fairy Xingyue turned to look at Yuwen Zhouyuan and said softly, with a hint of apology in her eyes. Then she glanced at everyone and said, "You all leave here first, and he will be left to me."
Hearing that Fairy Xingyue had returned to the pseudo-fairyland, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the master of the pseudo-fairyland from the Scale Horn clan with angry expressions in his eyes.
At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan stared at the pseudo-fairyland master of the Scale Horn clan with a serious look and said: "You'd better live well. After I break through, use your blood to pay tribute to the soldiers who died just now."
When the young man from the False Fairyland of the Scale Horn Tribe heard these words, his heart trembled, as if he saw himself being killed by Yuwen Zhouyuan, but he still retorted, "It's not certain who will kill whom!"
"Then you just wait and see." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with cold eyes.
After speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan landed and entered the vast sea. Others also dived into the sea one after another. They were all searching for the bones of those who died before.
"Since you two tribes of humans and demons already have masters of the pseudo-fairyland, you have the right to speak. I will let you go this time." The master of the pseudo-fairyland of the Scale Horn tribe looked at Fairy Xingyue with special fear and said slowly.
After saying that, he raised his feet and prepared to leave. For Fairy Xingyue, he felt an extremely dangerous aura, and even the danger of death existed.
The feeling was so clear that he had to retreat.
"Let's go? Before your injuries are healed and your realm is not stable, you dare to come and kill people. You are quite courageous." Fairy Xingyue said coldly, and each word seemed to be like thunder exploding in the sky.
This void.
The master of the pseudo-fairyland of the Scale Horn clan shook his body, as if he could not cross this space. He quickly flew across the sky and flew towards the mainland of the Scale Horn clan.
Fairy Xingyue was telling the truth. At this time, the injuries he received during the Heavenly Tribulation had not healed yet, and his realm was not yet stable. The reason why he was so anxious to kill people was to eradicate the roots and eliminate those masters in the human race who were about to break through.
But what I didn't expect was that a pseudo-fairyland master would appear among the human race. Judging from his momentum, his realm had already been stabilized.
Looking at the other person's leaving figure, Fairy Xingyue stared coldly without saying a word. She held her slender hand, and a stream of moonlight and starlight fell from the sky, forming a long bow in her hand.
Thousands of stars poured out and condensed into a string.
She pulled her other hand, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth swirled like long rivers rushing in.
These long rivers of energy condense into an arrow feather.
Fairy Xingyue fully drew her bow, and when she loosened her hand, the arrow feathers disappeared immediately.
"Ah..." A miserable voice sounded, followed by a rumble, as if a space exploded.
"If I don't kill you today, someone will come and kill you tomorrow. I hope you live a few more days." Fairy Xingyue's cold voice echoed through the void.
At this time, Fairy Xingyue stood in the void, looking quietly at the sea water below, as if she could see everything in the sea water. However, if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are not clear.
Figures of people came and went in and out of the sea, and they fished out the bones of the masters who had died just now from the sea.
After a stick of incense, Yuwen Zhouyuan rushed out of the sea, taking with him the eight ghosts and the corpses of many masters.
"They are not dead yet." Fairy Xingyue sensed that the Eight Ghosts were still alive and said to Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"Yes, but he was seriously injured, and he is not far from death...cough cough cough..." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a look of grief on his face. Just after he finished speaking, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"What can I do?" Fairy Xingyue asked.
"Take them back and treat them. By the way, your eyes..." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"It's okay!...Leave them to me!" Fairy Xingyue said, and a ray of light came out of her hand, lifting them all up. At the same time, a pure power of moonlight penetrated into Yu Wen Yuan.
In the body, Yu Wen Yuan drives away the black energy that seems to be running wild.
Not only did Yuwen Zhouyuan see that Fairy Xingyue's eyesight had not recovered, but her strength had not recovered either. Going out to save him this time could be said to be an overdraft of drinking a dove to quench his thirst! For Fairy Xingyue's practice, that was
Very harmful!
"Fairy Xingyue, I..." Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"Stop talking, it's important to save people!" Fairy Xingyue said, raising her hand and firing out a stream of spiritual power. After she had driven away the black energy in Yuwen Zhouyuan's body, she turned back and left.
Seeing that nearly 30,000 masters were about to fall into the hands of the pseudo-fairyland master from the Scale Horns tribe, they did not expect that Fairy Xingyue would suddenly arrive and use her pseudo-fairyland cultivation to scare away the pseudo-fairyland master from the Scale Horns tribe and seriously injure him.
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This scene made all the experts who were paying close attention here breathe a sigh of relief.
With the existence of Fairy Xingyue, a pseudo-fairyland master, Xiliang Sanctuary can be safe and even be able to surpass other races in one sentence.
The tense atmosphere in the entire Xiliang Sanctuary was swept away, especially the masters of the Dragon Alliance, the alliance between the human and demon tribes. Their nervous mood was finally relaxed.
Originally, they wanted to pay a visit to Fairy Xingyue. After all, Fairy Xingyue is now the Dinghai Shenzhen of Xiliang Sanctuary. However, Fairy Xingyue has disappeared and entered a certain place. They just need to give up their attention.
Although some of their masters already know the location of the Fuso Flower Island Domain, the Fuso Flower Island Domain is now hidden. If they go there rashly, they might make Fairy Xingyue unhappy.
Xiliang Sanctuary already has a pseudo-fairyland master. This news was passed quickly, and it had been passed to all races in less than a stick of incense.
After knowing that there was a master in the alliance between humans and monsters, they all gave up their plans to invade and sent some masters to secretly inquire about the specific situation.
On the suspended island, Yuwen Zhouyuan stood quietly in front of this huge mausoleum. Now this suspended island, Zhonglie Island, is already fifty miles in size, and the mausoleum is also ten miles in scope. This may be because
Because of the creation of Yuwen Zhouyuan, whenever strong men died in Xiliang, these people were buried here.
Yuwen Zhouyuan has buried all the bones of those dead masters.
At this time, behind him were the remaining masters. In this battle, more than 300 masters died instead of Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Those people are all masters who are loyal to the entire human and demon clans, and they don't have any selfish motives.
Yuwen Zhouyuan had been standing in front of the mausoleum for a day and a night. Although there was no bleeding on his body, the injuries were still there, and the sunken chest had not recovered.
After a long time, Yuwen Zhouyuan breathed out a breath, as if he had let out all the depression in his heart.
This battle made Yuwen Zhouyuan feel that he owed a lot. Those masters could obviously survive, but they were willing to sacrifice for their own safety and to cultivate a more powerful fighting group. This made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Yuwen Zhouyuan turned around and looked at everyone carefully one by one. After a long time, he slowly said: "I will remember you. No matter which family you are from the human race or which force you are from the demon race, from now on, all of us will
They are all brothers."
"Brother...brother..." The crowd roared loudly, their voices rolling, and tears flashing in their eyes. They were excited and happy.
"Remember, if you encounter a master from the Scale Horn Clan in the future and kill one, you must never be merciful." Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes burst out with a cold light.
"We remember." The roar shook the world, as if the heroes in the mausoleum who had been sleeping for a long time were aware of it.
"Okay, you train hard and strive to improve your cultivation as soon as possible. When the time comes, I will teach you other battle formations or combined attack formations." Yuwen Zhouyuan said while looking at everyone.
"Yes, General." Everyone said at the same time, then they dispersed and returned to a place not far from the suspended island, training individually. At this time, they were training extremely hard, as if they had grown a lot suddenly.
Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the tomb, sighed slightly and said, "If you want to be resentful, then resent me! All this is for the sake of the human and demon races."
After saying that, Yuwen Zhouyuan moved his hands in the void, and rays of light penetrated the entire tomb. It lasted for half an hour before Yuwen Zhouyuan stopped.