Jin Huang looked at the two of them, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold smile. By the time Tong Cheng ran over, Jiang Xinyue had already been trampled into pulp!

The long-cherished wish of the third life was about to be realized, and a twisted pleasure was irrepressibly born in her heart, and even her body and bones trembled slightly with excitement.

However, just before the demon cultivator was about to step on Jiang Xinyue, he let go of the horned ox's horns with his left hand and swept behind him, and a bloody and vicious air flow appeared out of thin air, sweeping the stiff Jiang Xinyue to the side and back, away from Tong Cheng, and even let her avoid the trampling of the horned ox!

How so!

Jinhuang looked at this scene in disbelief, a grim smile froze on his face, twisted strangely, and there was an inexplicable eerie hideousness.

Then why did the demon cultivator save Jiang Xinyue?

What was there in her that was worth his spiritual power to save a female cultivator with inferior cultivation?

Jinhuang's left hand was on the log post on the corner of the street, and her nails dug deep into the texture, but she didn't notice it.

At this moment, her heart was filled with strong resentment and unwillingness.

Just a little bit!

Just a little bit, Jiang Xinyue will return to the west!

Why she just can't die!

Jinhuang punched the log pillar, "bang"

With a bang, the log pillar shook violently, and it moved half a step away from the place.

"Ah Jin, you need to be calm!"

Ah Ding absorbed the sudden surge of resentment, and reminded at the same time: "Now I have to remind you, if you don't relax your state of mind like this, and let hatred and resentment grow, even if I absorb it from time to time, you will still breed demons in your heart. One day, your whole being will be corrupted by demons. ”

Jinhuang slowed down his breathing, gradually suppressed the hatred in his heart, and said calmly after a while: "I have my own measure." ”

Ah Ding sighed, "Ah Jin, why are you even hiding it from me? I don't know why you hate Jiang Xinyue and Tong Cheng so much, you have too many secrets hidden in you. However, since we have signed the soul pact, it is one, and you should trust me. ”

Jinhuang was silent, and only after a moment did he say, "When I have a chance in the future, I will let you know the truth of everything." ”

Hearing that she still didn't want to say, Ah Ding couldn't help it, "Since you don't want to say it, I won't force you." But what I have just said is not alarmist. Although I am supported by hatred and resentment, and I can help you absorb the resentment and hatred that has grown in your heart, the key lies in yourself. If you don't adjust your mood and let hatred run wild, even with me, one day you will still breed demons in your heart. At that time, I can only exercise my duties as an ancient artifact, break through the prohibition of the soul contract, and die with you!"

Jin Huang looked at the battle circle not far away with an expressionless face, slowly clenched his fists, and said in a deep voice: "There will be no day." ”

In the short time that she and the Instrument Soul were communicating in the Sea of Knowledge, the Demon Cultivator and the Horned Ox had already fought for dozens of rounds.

The strength of the crazy horned bull is at the peak of the early stage of Jindan, and the demon cultivator is firmly clamped, and there is nothing to do about it, and there is no way to counterattack and win.

His body was already pierced with blood from the sharp horns of the horned ox and the furious beast's breath.

Naturally, the horned ox was not much better, and its strong body was covered with wounds cut by demonic energy, blood dripping on the ground, and the smell of blood diffused in the air.

But it didn't seem to feel the slightest pain, and it still rushed towards the demon cultivator in a frenzy.

Horned ox is like this, the brain is very simple.

Unlike people, when they are injured and in pain, they want to run away.

Horned bulls have a violent temperament, and once they go berserk, they will not die unless they are exhausted!

There are so many third-level demon beasts in the Colosseum, and Jinhuang chose this horned cow alone for this reason.

However, the horned ox did not run, but the demon cultivator had the intention of retreating.

He had obviously seen the situation clearly, and by the time the horned ox was killed, he would almost run out of energy.

There were also five righteous monks standing around, and when the horned ox died, they would surely rush up to deal with him.

Then he will surely die!

The demon cultivator restrained the battle circle and slowly moved to the street on the side of Jinhuang, and after being four or five feet away from Tong Cheng and the others, suddenly the demonic energy in his hand increased suddenly, and he slammed his palm on the bull's head.

The horned ox let out a cry of pain, and its huge body flew out, "Bang"

There was a thud on the ground.

After the demon cultivator slapped a palm, he suddenly turned around and swept towards Jiang Xinyue.

"He wanted to run away. ”

In the sea of knowledge, Ah Ding's voice sounded.

As early as when the demon cultivator transferred the battle circle, Jinhuang could see it, but she wouldn't stop it.

Her purpose is to rescue Xiangyun and them, as well as kill Jiang Xinyue and Tong Cheng.

The demon cultivator fled, and Xiangyun's crisis was naturally resolved.

As for Jiang Xinyue, no matter what she has, once it falls into the hands of the demon cultivator, it will be a more terrifying situation than death!

Why did she stop it?

At the moment when the demon cultivator's ghost claw was about to detain Jiang Xinyue again, suddenly, a terrifying spiritual power that made people shudder, like a surging tide, surging from the other side of the street.

At the same time, a thick vine jumped towards the demon cultivator like a swimming snake, wrapped up his waist, and then jerked him violently, slamming him to the ground.

Demon Xiu let out a hoarse and bitter howl of pain in an instant, and the ground beneath him was smashed into a pit, and several cracks cracked around the pit.

"Jindan Late Monk ......"

As Ah Ding's voice fell, a black and white figure came from the other side of the street.

Under the frosty moonlight, the silhouette of the face of the visitor gradually emerged from the darkness.

The black hair is scattered on the shoulders like ink, the eyebrows are like knives but not sharp, the bridge of the nose is high, the lips are pale in color, and the cold star-like eyes seem to be colder than the moonlight above the head.

The expression on his handsome and picturesque face was faint, as if no matter how big the matter was, he couldn't make the slightest wave.

He was tall and straight, standing on a wooden sword, his black and white robe fluttering in the wind, a purple-gold palace bell hanging from his waist, and his hand holding the other end of the vine.

The whole person is like a lonely gentleman's orchid under the moon, elegant and dusty, not stained with dust.

It turned out to be Zuo Qi!

Jin Huang trembled violently, his teeth clenched, how could he suddenly appear here!

She suddenly remembered that Tong Cheng seemed to throw out a teleportation talisman.

Could it be that the messenger was given to him?

A trace of defeat appeared on Jinhuang's face, it is really that people are not as good as heaven, could it be that Jiang Xinyue really shouldn't die?

Four years ago, the claw of the Qinglong Gorge was the claw, and even today, she has calculated so hard, and she still can't get rid of her!

Could it be that Jiang Xinyue really has an immortal aura that exists as the protagonist of this time and space?

So what is she?

What was the horrific treatment she had suffered in her previous two lives?

Is it because of the sin that prevented Jiang Xinyue from becoming an immortal?

The unwillingness to die of despair and tragedy in the second life, the failure of the third life, and the forbearance and repression of eleven years in this life completely exploded at this moment.