"Childe"

Ye Feiyue shouted, her face was pale, and she wanted to rush over...

"Bang"

"Ahh

Ye Feiyue, who was already seriously injured and frightened, didn't notice it for a while, and was instantly knocked down by a dead wooden stake under his feet.

Ye Feiyue struggled to get up, her delicate face was stained with a layer of gray-black sludge, her hair was full of green silk and messy, and a few fallen leaves stood on it generously.

Zhuo Ren's face was distorted, and he felt a piercing pain, and a bright big knife pierced his body, and the huge force almost pierced his chest. Fortunately, his body was tempered by the divine sword, and then burned and polished by the burning clothes, it was already extremely strong, such a terrifying force, such a sharp broadsword was only pierced into nearly an inch. At the moment when the big knife came, Zhuo Ren didn't have time to dodge at all, so he could only gamble with his life, and when he saw the lifeless black-clothed leader in front of him, he sighed silently, fortunately, he won the bet.

"Bang Dang"

With great effort, he pulled out the big knife and threw it aside, looked down at the blood gushing out of his right chest, and began to regret not wearing the burning suit, muttering secretly. "I knew what to pretend to be low-key, but now it's good, my life is almost gone"

Lying on the ground, he struggled to grope out of his arms for a while, took out a porcelain bottle, shivered and poured out a milky white pill from it, swallowed it in one gulp, and the pain was instantly reduced a lot.

"Rustle"

"Whoa, whoa..."

A huge gray-black figure appeared in sight, with a sharp mouth and fangs, a wide face and large ears, and the big eyes of the copper bell stared straight at Zhuo Ren.

"Wild Boar"

Zhuo Ren's pupils shrank suddenly, this is over, just in Zhuo Ren's heart, he quickly thought about how to deal with it, and the nebula disk in his arms trembled slightly.

When he took it out, Zhuo Ren's whole heart sank to the bottom, and his face was like ashes. I saw a faint fluorescence rapidly approaching this way. Those who can make the nebula disk shine are at least the powerhouses of the extraordinary period.

"Ahh

Ye Feiyue saw a fierce wild boar emerge coldly and let out a scream.

When the wild boar heard this, he turned his head and abandoned Zhuoren. The momentum rushed towards Ye Feiyue and left.

Ye Feiyuehua's face was pale, and she was stunned for a while, staring at the gray-black figure with a pair of phoenix eyes. A picture of himself being pierced by the fangs of a wild boar suddenly appeared in his mind, a flash of despair flashed in his eyes, and he slowly closed his eyes...

Seeing this, Zhuo Ren didn't have time to think about it, swallowing the Yuqing Pill that had just recovered a little divine power, it was instantly withdrawn, and it appeared in front of Ye Feiyue almost instantly.

"Bang"

"Ahh

Zhuo Ren let out an angry roar, frantically resisting the force, two sharp fangs piercing through his abdomen, and the wild boar flung wildly, bringing up a blood flower.

"Plop"

Zhuo Ren was thrown aside, blood gushed out frantically from the two big holes in his abdomen, the broken sword in his hand was soaked in blood, his eyes gradually lost focus, and Zhuo Ren's vitality was passing rapidly.

"Tick"

A few pieces of blood splashed on Ye Feiyue's pale face, with warmth, Ye Feiyue opened her eyes and saw the scene of Zhuo Ren being thrown in front of her, and the blood flowers in the sky deeply pierced her heart. The pale face had a few drops of blood and a little sludge, and under the red firelight, it was a little different and beautiful. A slightly thin young figure is deeply imprinted in my heart......

"Hum, hum"

The gray-black wild boar staggered towards Ye Feiyue, who was standing, and let out bursts of demonstrations.

Seeing Zhuo Ren lying there motionless, the ground was stained red with blood, Ye Feiyue was completely discouraged, and his crumbling body fell suddenly, and the moment he fell, a familiar blue figure appeared strangely in front of him...

"Second Brother"

This was the last flash of consciousness that Ye Feiyue flashed...

Zhuo Ren lay on the ground, motionless and silent. A dark red light flew out of the center of his eyebrows, and he sank into the broken sword.

The Night Soul Ring in Zhuo Ren's hand emitted bursts of black light, enveloping Zhuo Ren in an instant.

Watching the blood flow out of my body uncontrollably, there was no pain, no feeling. He struggled to take out the three remaining Jade Qing Pills in his arms, but no matter what his consciousness did, his limbs were still motionless. Zhuo Ren mourned in silence, maybe this time it's really over...

A soul breath that was not unfamiliar swept from the black ring in his hand, and even the only consciousness was lost in an instant, and it permeated every corner of Zhuo Ren's body in a few breaths, the wound in the abdomen stopped bleeding, the knife on the chest began to stitch and scar at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a thumb-sized ball of light appeared in the lower abdomen, glowing with a faint light.

In a moment, the soul aura gradually receded like a tide, and Zhuo Ren's consciousness began to recover.

With the revival of consciousness, everything that had happened before was quickly replayed in his mind, Ye Feiyue, the man in blue, the black soul breath, and the wound healed instantly......

Night Soul Ring

An illusory old man sat cross-legged in the center, holding a cold white stone in his hand. The old man's eyes were tightly closed, and with the injection of black soul power, his closed eyes opened in vain, bursting out with a touch of cruelty, and he said to himself, "What a boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, and wasted a lot of soul power, it's just that there is no free white food in the world."

"Hmm, is this dead?"

Zhuo Ren slowly opened his eyes... A fishy smell of air mixed with the smell of earth came to my face.

Covered in deep black, the tall trees with hideous faces look particularly intimidating under the darkness of the night.

Flickering firelight, a huge gray-black figure lay beside it, with a huge blood hole in its neck, motionless.

After sorting out his thoughts, he used his mind to concentrate on his body.

"Huh"

A thumb-sized aperture now appeared in the lower abdomen that had been pierced, emitting a slight fluctuation of Xuan Qi. An innate connection appeared in Zhuoren's consciousness.

The mind moved slightly, and a trace of Xuan Qi was pulled out from the thumb-sized sea of qi, Zhuo Ren was overjoyed, this was Xuan Qi, and he finally stepped into the realm of detachment.

Refining the body, departing from the fan, Huang Xuan, Earth Xuan, Tianxuan...

Only by cultivating Xuan Qi can one truly step into the ranks of cultivators. Only with Xuan Qi can you cultivate all kinds of Dao Methods, Xuan Du, Sword Techniques...

"Thank you seniors for saving your life again"

Zhuo Ren suppressed the joy in his heart and said heavily in his mind, he knew that this time it was the mysterious illusory old man who saved his life...

There was no response in my mind for a long time......

Looking at the huge boar carcass next to the fire, a wave of hunger hit me in an instant, although becoming a cultivator can go without eating or drinking for a long time, it does not mean that there is no need to eat and drink.

He took out a black dagger and quickly cut off a large piece of boar butt meat, disposed of it, and placed it on the fire.

"Crackling"

After a barbecue, the wild boar meat emits an enticing aroma.

"Ugh"

With a full hiccup, Zhuo Ren stood up. lit a torch, walked to the corpses of the black-clothed men in turn, and scraped all the things in their arms regardless of the situation.

Counting the silver tickets in his hand, Zhuo Ren showed a heartfelt smile.

"I got rich, a total of more than three thousand taels"

"Hey, this is"

Zhuo Ren was holding a small card, and he didn't know what material it was made of, like wood but not wood, like jade and not jade, smooth and delicate, with a sword-shaped pattern engraved in the middle.

After thinking about it, he also put it away, and the others were some worthless things, what kind of bullshit plasters, the Gashi Knife Technique, bottles and jars such as strong pills, books, Zhuo Ren casually glanced at them and threw them aside.

looked at the broken sword soaked in blood and water, picked it up, and did not get stained with any scarlet, and the rust on the sword seemed to gradually turn from gray to silver.

As the night deepened, the moonlight shone down overhead, with a hint of coolness.

Zhuo Ren sat on the ground, his brows furrowed, and muttered,

"Is the blue figure that appeared at the end friend or foe?"

"If it's someone from the Jiang family, then..."

"If it was a member of the Ye family, Ye Feiyue would be too ruthless to leave herself here alone. Anyway, it's to save her, even if you think you're dead, you should take it back and bury her..."

"One thousand taels of silver, almost lost my life, and I can't meddle anymore"

I don't want to think about it, I have to pass by Jiangling City anyway, Zhuo Ren secretly thought to himself, he will know when the time comes, and he doesn't know who Ye Feiyue is from the Ye family, could it be that he is the descendant of the head of the family......

Randomly found a big tree, jumped over, Zhuo Ren lay on a branch, took out a porcelain bottle from the baggage, poured out some white powder and applied it to himself, and then closed his eyes......