Han Mengxiao had never felt like he did today that Zi Yihan looked like a god in his light purple clothes, and she had never seen him look so cold and bloodthirsty like today. He stood at the door, just
After taking a look at the situation in the room, the frightening cold air instantly dispersed around him. Behind him, the strange white bird that Han Mengxiao had seen in his room flew toward the Blood Demon at wind-like speed.
As soon as the demon host pecked at the mummy, a cloud of red mist hurriedly abandoned the mummy and fled.
Han Mengxiao suddenly remembered that the Book of Heaven recorded that in ancient times there was a divine bird named Soul-Judging. The Soul-Gathering Divine Bird had the ability to condense three souls and seven souls. It also had the ability to expel souls and burn them to ashes. Could it be that this white bird was the legendary white bird?
The soul-gathering divine bird? Otherwise, how could it drive the virtual body of the blood soul out of its host body with just one peck?
The blood demon's incorporeal body swayed in mid-air for a few times, and then stood firm again. Without the body, it was just a ball of red mist and a face made of blood. He was startled, and when he saw the person coming clearly,
, laughed again: "A mortal dares to speak arrogant words!"
Han Mengxiao suddenly panicked. The dead immortal cultivator asked her to inform Zi Yihan. She only thought of finding Zi Yihan. She forgot that Zi Yihan was a mortal who could not cultivate immortality! No matter how good a mortal's martial arts are, he would not be able to fight against him.
A demon who has been cultivating for thousands of years has no chance of winning even with the Soul Gathering Divine Bird!
"Zi Yihan, I was wrong. I shouldn't have asked you for help. I'm sorry, I forgot about you... You can't defeat him. He is a demon, a demon with thousands of years of cultivation. Go away, go away!" Han Mengxiao rushed to Zi Yihan.
Yihan roared, with nothing but guilt and worry in his eyes and heart!
"My beloved concubine, do you really care about me?" Zi Yihan smiled gracefully as he faced a powerful enemy. He could only look at Han Mengxiao with this look, which did not have the freezing coldness.
"When did you have the time to say this? Let's go!" Han Mengxiao didn't want to argue with Zi Yihan. She just wanted him to leave here quickly. Many people had died, and she didn't want Zi Yihan to go with him.
At that moment, she seemed to understand that Zi Yihan seemed to hold a little more weight in her heart than a partner or friend.
"Please be quiet." Seeing her anxious look, Zi Yihan felt a strange feeling well up in his heart, and said, "I am a mortal. I said I can't cultivate immortality, but I can't cultivate immortality without immortal energy and spiritual power.
It means I can’t deal with monsters.”
Zi Yihan turned his icy gaze back to the Blood Demon: "You monster, you are quite smart. You can see that I am a mortal, so let me, a mortal, send you to your soul!" His body was light and light as he faced the Blood Demon.
He flew away and disappeared into the blood mist. He only heard the sound of fighting, but within a moment, the blood mist gradually dispersed.
After the blood mist dispersed, only Zi Yihan was left. He put something into his arms, then ran towards Qingying and Hong Niangzi, threw two pills into their mouths, and flew back to Han Mengxiao's
Next to him, another pill was thrown into Zi Yiran's mouth. He looked around and said to the white bird: "Clean these up for me."
Then, he grabbed Han Mengxiao's hand: "Follow me, I have something to ask you!"
All the way back to Prince Han's Mansion, Zi Yihan had a frozen face and said nothing. Han Mengxiao was shocked and speechless. The soul-gathering divine bird caught up with them and followed them for a while. Seeing Boredom, it flapped its wings and Gu Zifei