In the chanting of the mantra of the white-eyebrow man, a purple thunderbolt descended suddenly, like a match, tearing through the night sky and blasting towards the river fiercely.

"Hide!" Qing Manrong hurriedly reminded him.

However, Jiang Lai stood quietly in place, as if he had not heard it, motionless, and did not feel the threat approaching.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Jiang Lai's body was instantly engulfed by thunder.

"Jiang come!"

Seeing this scene, Qing Manrong was shocked, there was no blood on her fair face, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground, her eyes were dull, as if her soul had been withdrawn, leaving only a body without consciousness.

His sister died...... Jiang Lai is also dead...... I'm afraid I won't be able to escape death, I knew this, she shouldn't have run back to QZ City, she shouldn't have recognized the sea quicksand sisters, if she hadn't attracted a strong enemy, so many things wouldn't have happened at all, it's a pity...... It's too late to regret it now.

"My good sister, Jiang Lai, you wait for me, I will accompany you immediately. ”

Qing Manrong slowly stood up and looked at the white-eyed man not far away, with a cold expression and a resolute expression.

At this time, the white-eyed man seemed to be aware of it, his eyes slowly turned to Qing Manrong, and sneered: "I don't know what is high in the sky, and I dare to do it with me, I deserve to die." Qing Manrong, if you handed over the secret record earlier, why would you kill the two of them. ”

"As I said, even if I died, I wouldn't give you the secret record. As he spoke, Qing Manrong took out a dagger and put it on his snow-white neck. Seeing her actions, the white-eyed man looked startled, and shouted in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

"If you really want a secret record, then come to Huangquan to find me. ”

Hearing these decisive words, the white-eyed man immediately realized that something was wrong, his color changed, and he shouted 'stop' in his mouth, and a talisman broke through in an instant.

However, at this moment, a stream of mist condensed qi suddenly flew out, just in time to hit the talisman and intercept it halfway.

This sudden change suddenly surprised the white-eyed man and Qing Manrong, and they turned their heads to look, only to see that in the brilliant thunder, a vague figure slowly walked out, which was Jiang Lai, who had just been hit by purple thunder.

"Jiang Lai?" Qing Manrong was slightly stunned, and two lines of tears unconsciously burst out of his eyes, crying with joy, not expecting him to be alive.

Looking at Jiang Lai, who was approaching step by step, the white-eyebrow man's pupils shrank, with a hint of surprise and puzzlement. Among the talismans he had cultivated, the Heavenly Thunder Spell was the most powerful, and almost no one could come out alive. However, although the young man in front of him was covered in blood and flesh, his breath was not chaotic at all, which was really unbelievable.

In his anger, Jiang Laisen's cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Your thunder curse is nothing more than that, why don't you try mine." When the words fell, Jiang Lai's eyes burst into light, and his body jumped up, raising one arm above the top, with a majestic momentum, looking at the world.

"Taiyi Eight Style, Thunder Style!"

"Boom!"

With his heavy shouting, there was a thunderclap from the surrounding area, and the sound was rolling, like a heavy hammer, striking fiercely on the heart of the white-eyebrow man. In the blink of an eye, I saw the latter's body trembling slightly, his face turned pale, and a salty smell spread from his throat, and he swallowed it hard.

At this moment, there seemed to be a raging flame in Jiang Lai's dantian, the blood was boiling, a majestic force filled the whole body, and the green tendons of his arms were exposed.

The white-eyed man seemed to feel something, looked up, and around Jiang Lai's body, suddenly the fog was hazy, and the fierce fist force struck, and wherever he passed, the energy burst out, and the whistling sound was endless.

"Hmph!" he snorted coldly, suppressed the churning qi and blood in his body, and his eyes were cold, "Even the peak of strength in the district dares to be presumptuous in front of me, looking for death!"

Shout!

With a wave of his big hand, a talisman flew out of his cuff and shot straight towards Jiang Lai.

Seeing that talisman coming head-on, Jiang Lai did not dodge or dodge, his expression was firm and unyielding.

"Taiyi Eight Style, Xuanwu Style. ”

Suddenly, the mist around him suddenly condensed, like a solid barrier, protecting him in it.

"Boom!"

When that talisman touched Jiang Lai's body, it immediately exploded with a loud bang, and the flames flew everywhere, engulfing him in an instant. Seeing this scene, the corners of the white-eyebrow man's mouth raised slightly, and a sneer of disdain spread.

However, his smile didn't last long before he froze completely, his eyes filled with horror.

In the midst of that flame, a figure swooped down, its steel fist pointed straight at it, and in the blink of an eye, it approached and bombarded him fiercely. The power of this punch actually pierced his body directly.

Looking at the cold face that was close at hand, covered in blood, the white-eyed man widened his eyes, squirmed the corners of his lips, and his body slowly fell.

At the same time, Jiang Lai staggered back two steps, his legs seemed to be unable to support his body, and he fell to the ground with a 'bang', unconscious.

"Jiang Lai?"

Qing Manrong's face changed, and he hurriedly ran over, rushed to Jiang Lai's side, and checked his injuries. At this moment, I don't know if it's because of the physical exhaustion, Jiang Lai's body twitched slightly, his face was pale, and his breath was like a gossamer, as if he might stop breathing at any time.

"What should I do?"

Qing Manrong bit her thin lip tightly, and for a while, she was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, as if she had thought of something, and hurriedly picked up Jiang Lai's body and slowly moved him to a clearing. Immediately after, she hesitated, and then moved the sea quicksand, which still had a trace of residual warmth, to Jiang Lai's side, and let the two lie side by side.

When everything was ready, Qing Manrong found an old container in the ruins of the factory, cut his fingers, and watched the blood flow out drop by drop. A moment passed, and she remembered the record in the secret book, using blood as ink, and kept drawing around the two of them.

Not long after, around Jianglai and Hai Quicksand, a strange formation appeared, which was engraved with secret texts.

With the completion of the formation, because of excessive blood loss, Qing Manrong's face was ugly, and it seemed that even his strength was about to run out, and his steps were staggering. She slowly walked to the side, sat down on the ground, looked at the formation that did not react at all, unconsciously bit her thin lips, and secretly prayed in her heart, hoping that God could give her a miracle.

At this time, a cold wind blew lightly, dark clouds covered the moon, and the sky and the earth were eclipsed.

I don't know how long it took, Qing Manrong felt that her consciousness was getting more and more blurred, she was weak, and she was about to pass out at any time. Suddenly, she felt a chill on her face, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a light rain in the night sky, washing away the remaining blood on the ground.

Inadvertently, in the corner of her eye, a faint red glow appeared, which seemed to come from the location of Jianglai and Hai Quicksand.