Everyone stopped fighting, including the monster, it stared excitedly at the big eyes of the copper bell, flickering, bubbling red blood, opening its big mouth, swallowing the clouds and mist, the only remaining hundreds of feet slowly squirmed, slowly moving towards the picturesque side, no one paid attention, only the dark yin blinked cold eyes staring at the monster's movements, he, a strange smile lifted on his lips, and then, his eyes fell on the picturesque body, the corners of his lips pressed down, and his face crossed with hatred.

The Hades King stood in the air with his hands behind his back, staring at the poetry in the midst of change, his brows tightly locked, and then his eyes swept to Meng Po, hoping to see the solution in her eyes, but unfortunately, Meng Po was also worried, and a deep ravine appeared on her old and tired face, just like a cultivated wasteland, although it was reclaimed but lacked the moisture of water, it was still dry and full of ravines.

The white light above Shiru's head became brighter and brighter, like a sixteen moon shining on the dim underworld, suddenly, Shiruhua raised her head and shouted, although silent, but everyone felt a deep struggle from her painful and tangled face, He Liyu flew to her side, deep and indifferent eyes stared at Shiruhua, at the moment when the white light above her head retracted her body, He Liyu slashed at Shiruhua's neck with a palm, however, in a frenzy, Shiru's eyes widened violently, staring straight at Heliyu, lips, Set off a charming and seductive smile, the slender jade hand fell on He Liyun's shoulder, and swept over He Liyun's raised hand with a charming smile, coquettish and enchanting, and her body fell into He Liyu's arms as soon as she softened, so she stunned everyone, especially Meng Po's eyes were wide and lonely, staring at the strange scene in front of her in disbelief.

However, he frowned, doubts flashed in his eyes, and then, the fierce eyes shot out a sharp light, staring at the poetry and picturesqueness, the hand that fell on the sleeve clenched and loosened, and finally, he took a step forward, skimming the monster from the corner of his eye, as if he saw through the monster's plan, turned around, and the sharp palm wind smashed on the side of the monster, which suddenly made the monster covered in black mist, dancing the remaining more than a hundred feet and feet, and pounced on the monster.

He Liyu's cold and sharp eyes flashed, and he slowly pushed away the delicate body in his arms, and he couldn't see any expression in his low eyes, but the arm that fell on his waist became harder and harder, and a wicked smile flashed on the little face hidden in his arms.

"Picturesque, are you okay?" He Liyu asked in a low voice, the arm holding the thin waist tightened more and more, making Shiruhua a little uncomfortable, frowning slightly, and said weakly:

"It's okay, it's just that the slave family is a little tired, and I want to rely on you to feel at ease." The voice was as soft as water, like honey, with sweetness and greasy softness, and a pair of small hands with temperature reached into his arms unscrupulously, stroking and teasing.

"If you're tired, just rely on me!" He Liyu was still cold, and the light flowing under his eyes was even colder, like a lake in winter, cold and clear, like ice, stinging painfully.

"Okay, the slave family relies on you, the slave family can't do without you, and the slave family hopes that you will always accompany me." Shiruhua rubbed it into his arms even more, the little hands hidden in his clothes became more presumptuous, and the corner of Meng Po's mouth, who had been staring at them, twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing a faint and cloudy gaze under her wrinkled eyelids like peony spider shells.

Through the gap, the picturesque provocative and smug gaze swept towards Meng Po, her lips were silently curled, Meng Po's face was more sad, more lonely, and her body seemed to be more bent. Both Netherworld and Xuan Ya found the poetry picturesque and weird, not as cold and murderous as before, but now she is not the poetry and picturesque of the past, I don't know why He Liyu indulged in it.

The monster spit out a large black mist, and the black mist that rose in the air was like a flock of screaming eagles, rising rapidly towards the sky and the dark and hidden places, and violently impacting towards the vast bend; Beams of white light jumped up from between the flying waves of the black fog, illuminating the dark sky, illuminating the upward path, the black fog roared, surging, wave after wave rolled towards the picturesque, raised a dazzling arc between heaven and earth, like a vibrating drum, like a glowing urn, burst out in an instant, and the Xuan Ya and the Netherworld were shocked, and they swept up one after another, pounced on the arc, and the people of Hades and Hades also swept towards the monster, this thing is not removed, and there will be no peace in the underworld.

He Liyu's lowered eyes flashed with a cold and sharp cold light, half-squinting at the delicate body in his arms, and his deep voice seemed to be a talisman from hell:

"The only one who can accompany me is Picturesque, and the others don't want to occupy anything." As soon as the words fell, Shiru's face changed greatly, the arms around his waist were tightly wrapped around his waist, and the pain spread all over his body, opening his small mouth, Shiruhua blinked his bewitching and seductive eyes, wanting to use the last bewitching technique to bewitch the indifferent man in front of him.

"No matter who you are in this seat, whether it is Wuyin Niang or other women, if you hurt the picturesque, you will have to die!" As he spoke, his fingers were raised, and he pointed at the heart of the Shiru thrush, and suddenly, layers of ripples rippled in the heart of the Shiru thrush, the delicate body trembled, and he pushed away He Liyu, the poetry opened her eyes angrily, a touch of red covered her eyes, she moaned lowly, sighed lowly, as if a little stone hit the calm and waveless lake, causing a thousand ripples.

The delicate body was still trembling violently, but her eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and her lips were silently curled:

"Heliyu, don't you like her? The same body, but the difference is the soul, why are you so different? The voice is soft and charming, soft and delicate, with a nong voice and a sneer, which makes people tremble, and also makes people shiver inexplicably from their bones.

"Poetry is like green, don't tempt He Liyu anymore, it was enough thousands of years ago, and it is enough now." Meng Po suddenly roared, flew up and landed beside Shiruhua, the light flashed, and a slap was slapped on Shiru's delicate and delicate face, and suddenly five finger prints swollen.

Poetry is picturesque, it should be poetry like green and lifeless, still smiling like a flower, covering her red and swollen face, staring at Meng Po, lifting her lips and smiling.

"You and I, we are just each other, we are all people who have hurt the picturesque, what qualifications do you have to care about me."

Meng Po looked at He Liyun in a panic, and saw that He Liyu's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and hurriedly explained:

"Heliyu, no matter what happened in the past, I am atoning for my sins now, as long as I am picturesque and happy, even if I sacrifice my life."

Then he looked at Shi Rulu, and his vicissitudes of life and sad eyes drew a tear, muddy and heavy.

"Poetry is like green, why are you in the picturesque body, are you, like the fog hidden girl, want to deprive the picturesque body thousands of years ago?" Meng Po stared at the poem in disbelief, and whispered bitterly:

"Don't forget, you're a picturesque sister, she loves you the most."

He Liyu was stunned on the spot, his eyes flashed, and he looked at the poetry and picturesque again, and the bottom of his heart set off a monstrous wave.

"Shut up, what qualifications do you have to say about me, sister, hahaha thousands of years ago, I obviously liked that person, why didn't she let it go to me, since you love me, why don't you fulfill me, we who have the same appearance, is there any difference with the same person, I also love that person, I love deeply, why doesn't she help me, every day I look at me with tears, she is not indifferent, what sisterhood is deep is a lie to me, you all lie to me, including the slumber, all lie to me......" poetic consciousness cried, waving her arms vigorously, At this time, Xuan Xuan withdrew and retreated to He Liyu's side, and said coldly:

"Poetry is green, from beginning to end, I have never loved you, in my heart, I have always loved your sister, when you approached me like your sister, I had a moment of confusion, but later, I knew that you were not her, so, when you designed to kill your sister, I killed you with my own hands, and, trapped your soul, conceived your soul is to one day when your sister comes back, increase her mana."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Shi Rulu stared at Xuan Xuan with hatred, and shouted through gritted teeth:

"In this world, the most damned person is you, you trapped me for thousands of years and still for that slut, so, I hate all of you, including your dead old woman, if you hadn't stopped me back then, in the end, I might have replaced her and become her, then, there will be a lot less infatuated people in this world, hahaha...... How innocent are the people who are infatuated. ”

He Liyun frowned and couldn't understand what they said, the only thing he was worried about in his heart was Shirulu's body, but when he knew that Shirulu, who was attached to Shiruhua's body at the moment, was actually conceived and raised, the murderous intent in his heart was even stronger, staring at Shirulu, and said in a deep voice:

"I don't care about your grievances thousands of years ago, at this moment, you immediately disappeared from the picturesque body, otherwise, don't blame me for making your soul fly away and dissipate between heaven and earth."

"You want to destroy me, come, as long as you can do it, I will fulfill you, this body, I don't know how many people want to plunder, I hope you have that ability." Shi Rulu shouted frantically, the water sleeves danced, and the Dao light burst out, slashing towards Meng Po and Xuan Xuan.

Suddenly, Shi Rulu's face changed greatly, and her hand clenched into a fist and slapped her chest, and then her eyes flashed, and her voice became cold, no longer soft and delicate.

"Hmph, you also want to destroy me and find death!"

Then, a wisp of soul slowly emerged from inside Shiru's body and stood on top of Shiru's head, only to see her arm shake, and a white light rolled towards Shiru's body, and then the soul said to He Liyu urgently:

"Lord of the City, please hurry up and point at her again."

The soul floating above Shiruhua's head turned out to be the woman that Xiangliu liked, that is, the woman who was entangled with Shirulu's soul, at this moment, she floated out alone, her figure looming, ethereal, and frightening.

"I don't have much time, I can only come out alone while her soul is imprisoned in the poetic body by your previous finger, Lord of the City, time waits for no one, please hurry up, okay?" The woman spoke softly.

She stepped heavily on the feet of Su Xuan, who had been standing on her side, and suddenly, a layer of thin ice instantly covered it, and the thin ice that exuded a strong cold air covered the picturesque, making her frozen in it, and said in a deep voice:

"Heliyu, this is the best time to deprive Shirulu of his soul, and we can't let Shirulu's soul occupy the picturesque body."

He Liyu didn't speak, looked at the poetry in the ice, raised his fingertips, gently penetrated the ice, and pointed at the heart of the poetry thrush, suddenly, a red light spread in the center of the eyebrows, suddenly, the woman's soul floating above the picturesque head let out a miserable scream, only to see that she was entangled in a black light and swooped towards the monster, and the faces of He Liyu changed slightly, and the netherworld who was fighting fiercely with the monster saw this, the palm rolled, and the sword light crossed the sky, and the sound of breaking the sky sounded, splitting towards the black light that rolled the woman's soul, and the monster roared, shook the huge body, bounced away the scorching yin, but was cut off by the king of the underworld, a stream of black blood gushed, splashed in mid-air, splashed on the woman's soul, the woman screamed, frantically writhing the looming delicate body, trying to break free, and at this moment, the netherworld swept to the point that the black fog was shattered, the palm of the light flashed, the woman's soul instantly fell on the netherworld's palm and shrunk rapidly, fell softly, and the figure gradually became ethereal, as if it was about to disappear.

Netherworld's heart went down, five fingers moved, and red light burst out from the fingertips to cover the woman, and Netherworld whispered:

"You recover your energy here first, and then wait until you destroy the monster." The woman wrapped in the red light nodded delicately, and then disappeared into the Netherworld's palm.

The red light in the thrush spread quickly, enveloping the whole body, and the poetry that was frozen in it struggled violently, staring at He Liyu with blood-red eyes and hatred, and roared loudly in consciousness:

"Heliyu, if it's difficult, aren't you afraid that I will ruin my picturesque body? Ah......h

Gradually, the red light peeled out a faint figure from Shiru's body little by little, just at the moment of separation, the faint figure instantly tried to merge in, Meng Po saw this, her eyes condensed, raised her hand, the palm light flashed and stuck to the ice, the white light penetrated the ice and fell on Shiruhua's body, immediately, a scream resounded through the sky, and the faint figure instantly peeled out of Shiru's body, struggling hard, dancing her arms wildly to escape.

However, at this moment, Shi Ruhua waved his arms violently, shattered the ice and flew up in the air, flicked his water sleeves, Shi Rulu's soul floated towards the monster, Shi Rulu couldn't control his body, and screamed, the monster who was fighting fiercely with Hades and others saw that there was a soul floating over this side, and the big eyes of the copper bell flashed with excitement and bloodthirsty light, but at the moment when he saw the face of the soul, an incredible gaze flashed, and at this moment, the attack of the Hades and the Hades fell on the monster's head, and the monster was seriously injured, although the disconnected body was healed, but it also hurt his vitality, when he saw the soul of Shi Rulu floating over, he opened his mouth wide and spit out a stream of black mist and swept towards the other party, the Netherworld knew that he couldn't let the monster devour the soul anymore, otherwise, he really couldn't control him, so he raised his hand and brought up a light, sparkling, like thousands of silver needles shuttling, as if to weave a light veil for the dim underworld, instantly separating the monster and the soul of Shi Rulu.

The poem that was stripped of two souls stood in the air like a painting, looked at He Liyu, flicked his sleeves and swept towards He Liyu, the willow eyebrows were raised, and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

He stepped back, not wanting to hurt Shiru, so he dodged sideways, and with a heavy step under his feet, a cloud of black mist rose from the soles of his feet, wrapped in blue light and rushed towards Shiru