Woo!

The sound of whimpering sounded, like crying, as if a woman was crying in a low voice, which made people feel a chill all over their bodies.

Looking at the entire mountain range, the yin wind swept through the mountains and forests, passing through the valleys, ravines, and forests, mixed with weeping, telling of resentment and unwillingness.

"Ah Huan, maybe there are already resentful spirits here that have turned into real spirits?"

Seeing that in just a few breaths, most of the blood qi transformed by the two True One Realm martial artists was swallowed up by the Yin Wind, and Gu Buxian pondered for a moment before speaking out.

After that, Gu Buxian then said: "Resentful spirits are countless resentful spirits gathered together, and they can only be born under the addition of specific coincidences, but most of the resentful spirits are like ghosts, without substance, only an illusory body, unable to move in the great sun. ”

"Look at this yin wind, although there are dense trees that cover the sun in the sky, but the sun inevitably falls from the forest, this yin wind is no longer afraid of the sun, which shows that the resentful spirit that controls this yin wind may have really derived a body. ”

In an instant, Qing Yanghuan's eyes were like lightning, looking towards the dense ancient forest around him, his eyes pierced through the manglin, and from the memories of the two third-hand clan warriors, he also got that there were unjust souls in the Blood Soul Mountain Range.

Moreover, it made the three-hand clan in the Blood Soul Mountain Range have a lot of trouble, otherwise the three-hand clan warriors sitting in the depths of the mountain range would not have sent these two people to the Wanshou City in the center of the three-hand domain to make a report.

And it has been a long time since the resentful spirits appeared here, after all, the Terrans slaughtered by the Three-Hand Clan in the mountain range, even they themselves have not been able to count, after the fall of countless Terrans, even the souls have been extracted by them and turned into essences, but the resentment before death is getting stronger and stronger.

By now, the Yin Wind had entered the depths of the mountain range, and when they slaughtered the Terrans again to extract the Blood Soul Essence, they were attacked by the resentful spirits, so that now they had to return to the City of Ten Thousand Hands and ask the king to decide.

"Where?"

Qing Yanghuan's eyes continued to pierce through the void, his body was like electricity, and he kept wandering in the forest, but except for the yin wind sweeping around him, he couldn't even detect where the resentful spirit was.

"Ah Huan, the resentful spirit is afraid of you. ”

The turtle who was following on the side made a sound, which made Qingyang Huan a little confused.

"Afraid of me?"

Immediately after Qing Yanghuan retracted the breath of his whole body, a faint purple gold divine glow flowed under the battle robe, and the spirit body born from the gathering of complete human remnants and resentments made him feel a touch of compassion.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, Qingyang Huan spoke, and the purple mist at the center of his eyebrows was crystal clear, exuding a faint warm and moist aura of the human race.

Woo!

The whimpering sound in the forest became more and more urgent, and the crying sound was even more endless, and the yin wind swept through, blowing all around Qing Yanghuan's body, with a feeling of timidity, wanting to get close to his body, but he didn't dare, only forming a faint wind wave a few feet away from his body.

"Tell you where?"

Qing Yang Huan tried his best to slow down his tone, and also made himself more gentle, the god will be titled to sprinkle a faint Terran purple qi, he tried to reach out a finger, to touch the faint yin wind a few feet away.

Airplanes!

A faint purple light flowed forward, and a wisp of yin wind swept in, just falling on his fingertips, and suddenly ran away a few feet away like a frightened rabbit.

Airplanes!

After more than ten breaths, the yin wind blew again and fell on the fingertips, and the faint yin wind was a little cold, making a layer of white frost form between Qing Yanghuan's fingers in an instant.

The timid yin wind ran away again, and Qing Yanghuan felt the timidity and fear in the yin wind.

"I am from the Terran race, and you and I once had the same blood in our veins. ”

Qing Yanghuan's fingers shook, and suddenly a drop of blood appeared like a precious jade, just as Gu Buxian said, he felt a breath of life appear around him, this breath was as cold as ice for thousands of years, and it exuded a cowardly aura.

Airplanes.

The yin wind swept in again, falling on Qing Yanghuan's fingers, touching a drop of blood he had squeezed out, and this time it was not leaving.

"You... Be... Who ......"

The faint fluctuations, rising from the forest, were captured by Qingyang Huan, and there was an indescribable sadness in the fluctuations.

"I am a Flame Bearer from the Terrans, come to ......"

I wanted to say the words to save you, but Qingyang Huan didn't say it, the mountains were stained with blood, and the souls were full of wild mountains and forests, and what he said was so pale and powerless.

"You...... Why did you come......"

It seemed to feel Qingyanghuan's fluctuations, the resentful spirit's courage increased, and his voice became louder, this sentence did not have the slightest sense of blame, but carried a kind of grievance and fear.

"I'm late. ”

After a few breaths, Qingyang Huan spoke.

Woooooooo

For a while, a strong wind rolled up in the entire mountain forest, and the big trees soaked red in blood swayed and made a rustling sound.

Qing Yanghuan's eyes flashed with a faint purple and green light, looking towards the depths of the forest, and for a while, the entire depths of the forest suddenly became dim, and a small blood-red light spot was reflected in his eyes.

Under a tree in the forest, a young guy curled up with a blood-colored little body, trembling in awe, a pair of big eyes showing Chu Chu pitiful, looking at Qingyang Huan timidly, there was a crystal in the faint big eyes.

Wisps of yin wind swirled around the little one, exuding a chill.

Call!

Suppressing the ripples in his heart, Qing Yanghuan walked over slowly, he tried his best to show himself warm, and the small figure in front of him was like a piece of porcelain, as if it would break when touched.

"Save your uncles, uncles, grandparents, okay?"

Seeing Qingyanghuan coming, the immature female voice sounded, and the cowardice in her eyes was still accumulating.

"What about your uncles, uncles, grandparents?"

The little one stretched out a hand and pointed to the depths surrounding the high fortress.

Coming closer, Qing Yanghuan leaned down, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the little guy's blood-colored hair, he felt that her body exuded a faint warmth, without the slightest resentment.

However, he couldn't help frowning at the depths of the fortress that the little guy was referring to, from the memories of the two previous three-handed warriors, he already knew that the last group of Terrans in the depths of the mountain range had already been brutally slaughtered by them, and the new Terrans had not yet been captured.

Not long ago, there were unjust souls who broke into it, and even severely damaged the elders who were guarding here, but the unjust souls were also suppressed.

Obviously, the spirit born in this mountain range is not only the little guy in front of him, but the other spirits are buried in the depths of the mountain range, and the survival of this little guy is also the result of the protection of other spirit bodies.

Seeing that Qingyanghuan didn't speak, the little guy raised his head, and the crystals in the two big eyes suddenly dripped down, and she seemed to understand what Qingyanghuan meant.

However, in just a few breaths, the little guy suddenly stopped his tears, and looked at Qingyang Huan with big eyes pitiful.

"Xue'er doesn't cry, Xue'er is very well-behaved, grandparents said that Xue'er can't cry, can't cry, don't kill Xue'er, okay. ”

The little guy had horror in his eyes, and tears were in his big eyes, but he didn't dare to drip them.

Taking a deep breath, Qingyang Huan hugged the little guy in his arms and gently patted her trembling little body.

The spirit body that transformed from the unjust souls of the human race may be because of the protection of other unjust souls, so that this little guy does not have a chaotic mind because of the combination of thousands of unjust souls, but rather looks like a newborn immature life.

The more this is the case, the more intense the killing intent accumulated in Qingyang Huan's heart becomes!

Kill!

The Three-Hand Clan should be killed!

There is no need to investigate the origin of the little guy, but it is those damn three-handed clans who caused all this, and looking at the entire barren continent, how many such tragedies are happening.

"Your grandparents, grandmothers, and uncles found me and asked me to take care of you. ”

Looking at the little guy with a crystal on his cheek, Qingyang Huan said softly.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Blood, and Grandpa said it was blood. ”

"Uncle said it was the blood of the Terran war. ”

"Grandma said it was the blood of the sea of blood. ”

......

Choked up, his little nose twitched, Qingyang Huan gently rubbed the little guy's head, and said, "I will be your uncle in the future, and your grandfather will let me take good care of you." ”

"Really?"

Although still a little timid, Xue'er still asked.

She had been wandering in the mountains for a long time, and she couldn't remember any day, but she remembered that it was very dark in the forest that day, and her grandparents, aunts, and uncles who had been guarding her disappeared all at once.

Blood was so scared that she could only wander in the woods, keeping her grandmother's words in mind and not letting those with strange hands on their tails see them.

But Xue'er was really scared.

Then I saw this uncle.

knew that grandparents would not forget Xue'er, so let this uncle come to her.

......

Seeing Qingyanghuan looking towards him, Gu Buxian was about to speak, but he was stopped by Qingyanghuan's eyes, and the little guy in his arms was obviously not long after he was born, with a kind of immaturity.

Not good!

Suddenly, a faint purple light flashed on the body of the turtle immortal, illusory stars flashed, and an illusory white tiger god leaped between the stars.

"The White Tiger Lord kills. ”

Although Qingyang Huan doesn't understand hexagrams, he has also heard of some fur.

"What's wrong?"

"Ah Huan, hurry up, the matter here should be discovered by the powerhouse of the three-handed clan. ”

Looking at Qingyang Huan looking at the killing machine in the depths of the mountain range, Gu Buxian said with some eagerness: "Can those wastes in the depths of the mountain range stop you, can the killing machine that can be sensed by the turtle master be simple, and there will be opportunities after destroying here." ”

Glancing hatefully at the depths of the mountain range filled with blood mist, Qingyang Huan protected the little guy in his arms, and hummed unwillingly: "Go." ”

He also understood, in order to find and appease the little guy before, he inspired the god general to be titled, although the breath belonging to the human race was not released much, but for this continent conquered by all races, a trace of humane purple qi would be as dazzling as the sun in the sky.