Yuwen Zhouyuan quickly supported her and put Dong Xiao into the storage bag.
When he saw the scars on Yuwen Xiangwan's body, his face couldn't help but change. The wounds on her body had completely turned black. Needless to say, it was all those resentful ghosts who had hurt her.
Yuwen Zhouyuan took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and an invisible energy surged out and entered Yuwen Xiangwan's body.
"Puff, puff, puff!" Several jets of black mist spurted out from her wound, and Yuwen Xiangwan's face turned even paler.
After the black mist flowed out, the scars on Yuwen Xiangwan's body slowly healed.
After checking Yuwen Xiangwan's ghost body Daoji and finding that there was nothing abnormal, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he came early. If it had been a little later, Yuwen Xiangwan would have been killed by these evil corpses and corpses.
The resentful ghost has been assimilated, so she will also become a resentful ghost.
He half-embraced Yuwen Xiangwan and stood up. He grabbed it and another formation flag was pulled out from the ground.
"Pa." The formation flag shattered.
At the moment when the formation flag shattered, the white mist around Yuwen Zhouyuan disappeared. Those resentful ghosts seemed to have encountered something terrible and rushed towards the white mist around them. Only the **** corpses were still staring.
Written by Yuwen Zhouyuan, he is watching with eager eyes.
"Want to leave?" Yuwen Zhouyuan sneered, raised his hand and fired the magic formula. The Great Zhou Tian Sancai Sword Formation emitted a ray of light, and saw energy lines intertwined together, wrapping countless ghosts in it.
At the same time, Yuwen Zhouyuan released the teleporting flying sword again, and countless sharp energy burst out from the sword, piercing through the corpses of the dead.
"Let me see how you can repair your body." Yuwen Zhouyuan said coldly.
Suddenly, Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression changed, he became serious, and stared at the sky.
"Who destroyed my formation?" A voice suddenly rolled in, and the white mist in the formation was rolling crazily.
The next moment, a terrifying aura fell from the sky, overwhelming all directions, as if a god came to the world, with an aura that made people tremble.
Suddenly, a figure appeared twenty feet away from Yuwen Zhouyuan. The moment this person appeared, the mist separated, as if obeying this person's command.
"Did you destroy this formation?" The middle-aged man stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan and asked, with resentment and strong anger in his eyes.
"Did you arrange this formation?" Yuwen Zhouyuan did not answer the black-bearded middle-aged man's question, but asked in reply, with murderous intent in his eyes. No matter why the other party did it, he should be damned if he arranged such a cruel formation.
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"I arranged it. You ruined my formation. You ruined my hundreds of years of preparation and hundreds of years of planning. It's all in vain. It's hateful. It's hateful!" The eyes of the middle-aged man with a black beard were full of madness.
Staring at Yuwen Zhouyuan lustfully, he said something, and then looked up to the sky and roared, as if he was lamenting the injustice of fate, and also lamenting the helplessness of life.
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 for me. It was you. If it weren't for you, maybe she could have been resurrected." The middle-aged man with a black beard stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan with a stern look.
"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 formation flag condensed with huge energy was pulled out from the ground.
"Broken." Yuwen Zhouyuan snorted coldly, and all the lines formed by condensed energy collapsed and turned into pure energy.
"No!" The middle-aged man with a black beard roared, 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 Mochou's hope." The black-bearded middle-aged man murmured, his eyes full of sadness.
When a dignified 7-foot-tall 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 about what is right or wrong. As long as I can resurrect my Mochou, it doesn't matter if I kill all the people in the world! I came to this ghost realm for Mochou three hundred years ago, just to let my Mochou resurrect.
She was resurrected, but when she saw that she was done, you destroyed her!" A hint of madness appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged man with a black beard.
Hearing this, Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but feel a little moved. Mochou must be very important to him. In order to resurrect a person, he actually broke into the ghost realm from the human world and arranged this formation. He also has a temperament.
middle man.
"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, he continued: "There is no right or wrong in things in the world. Wrong and right are just different perspectives."
The white-haired middle-aged man laughed, with tears running down his chin. He raised his head and stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan, "Hahaha! If that's the case, then why did you destroy my formation? Why? Why did you destroy it?
My hope?"
"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 this case, you can bury her with her!" The man said the last words, as if from the throat of a middle-aged man with a black beard.
He squeezed it out, his voice filled with murderous intent.
"Death." The middle-aged man with black beard 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 terrible sonic boom shook for dozens of miles, and the entire valley was shaken. A stream of energy shot out in all directions, each energy having the power of a real person at the ninth level.
The power of a full blow.
The middle-aged man with black beard retreated tens of feet, leaving a series of deep footprints on the ground. Yuwen Zhouyuan also retreated dozens of feet. The footprints he left were very deep, and each footprint was surrounded by
Cracks appeared, like spiders.
The middle-aged man with black beard is also at the ninth level of the real person stage. 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.
He also brought Yuwen Xiangwan with him. If he continues to fight for a long time, it will definitely be detrimental to him.
"Kill." The middle-aged man with a black beard rushed over again, and a black sword flew out. The entire sword was covered with a shadow. This was the effect of the air being compressed by the wind of the sword.
This also put great pressure on Yuwen Zhouyuan. Yuwen Zhouyuan hurriedly released the Great Zhoutian Sancai Sword Formation, using two swords to protect his body and one sword to face the enemy. The ice soul black light sword facing the enemy contained terrifying...
The sharp spirit.
"Ding!" The Ice Soul Mysterious Light Sword released by Yuwen Zhouyuan collided with the opponent's sword, making a crisp sound.
The bodies of the two men flew backwards again, with the black-bearded middle-aged man's feet sinking into the ground, and Yuwen Zhouyuan's ankles sinking in.
The blood in Yuwen Zhouyuan's chest was boiling, but the middle-aged man with a black beard was not having a hard time either, and his face was as pale as paper.
Despite this, the black-bearded middle-aged man still had an angry look on his face, full of fighting spirit, as if he must kill Yuwen Zhouyuan.
"How can you meet such a madman if you are so stupid?" Yuwen Zhouyuan shook his numb arm and muttered to himself.
At this time, the middle-aged man with a black beard continued to rush towards Yuwen Zhouyuan, "Dang, Dang, Dang!" The sound of swords clashing continuously sounded, and powerful energy shot out, and holes were pierced through the steep rock walls around the valley.
Cave after cave.
Amidst the intensive attacks of the black-bearded middle-aged man, Yuwen Zhouyuan and Yuwen Xiangwan were dodging and fighting at the same time. The middle-aged man was so powerful that every sword he struck was extremely domineering, as if it could shatter mountains and rivers.
After fighting for a full meal, the valley was almost destroyed. Both of them had consumed a lot and were panting.
Maybe it's because he sympathizes with this man! All of Yuwen Zhouyuan's attacks were restrained attacks that didn't release any energy at all. The middle-aged black-bearded man might be worried about something and didn't use the eloquent attack.
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 retreated a full fifty feet, while the black-bearded middle-aged man retreated more than six feet. Both of them couldn't help but gasp and stared at each other.
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After fighting for hundreds of rounds, the terrifying energy caused all the white mist within a five-mile radius to disappear.
Yuwen Zhouyuan and the middle-aged man with a black beard were both very exhausted, and both suffered minor injuries.
The middle-aged man with black beard has accumulated a lot, and he can pick up every move and style at his fingertips. Like the power of God, the entire space is trembling. Yuwen Zhouyuan is holding Yuwen Xiangwan with one hand, and with the other hand, he is waving various martial arts at will, which contains mysterious rules.
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The two fought equally well.
"I will definitely kill you, kill you." The black-bearded 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 middle-aged man with a black beard 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 Mochou going to leave me like this forever?"
At this time, Yuwen Xiangwan in Yuwen Zhouyuan's arms moved. She opened her eyes and woke up. The cold and cold air in her body had been driven away, and she would naturally wake up after her vitality was restored.
When she saw Yuwen Zhouyuan still holding her, a blush appeared on her beautiful face.
"Are you okay?" Seeing Yuwen Xiangwan wake up, Yuwen Zhouyuan asked.