Yin Hong's blood spurted out of Di Renjie's throat like a column of water. Although Ming Chongyan untied the limb he fell into as soon as possible, it was already too late.

He fell on his back, with a deep, long wound on his neck, and although the blood was still spurting, the column of blood was getting smaller and smaller. His vision was slowly turning red and darkening. He seemed to hear Tang Ying's call, and it seemed to be just a hallucination.

"Run, Shadow." He spoke with the best of his might, and he didn't know if she could hear her. He understood that Ah Ying was not the kind of woman who was greedy for life and afraid of death, so if he was a hostage, he would only kill Tang Ying.

He, Di Renjie, don't do such a ridiculous role. If you can't protect her, at least you can't hurt him. If you change Li Chunfeng, you will definitely do this, right?

He remembered that every time he heard that Li Chunfeng wanted to solve the problem by writing a letter of resignation, he always reciprocated with disdain. Today, it seems to understand a little......

Di Renjie's body seemed to be in slow motion, slowly falling down in Tang Ying's field of vision, and the blood spurting out of his neck was like a half-folded fan, shining with a cruel luster in the moonlight.

She opened her mouth and trembled her lips, and she didn't scream until his body hit the ground, "Di Renjie! The poignant voice echoed in the night sky, making the originally silent Dali Temple also boil.

The sound of footsteps and inquiries mingled in this direction. Ming Chongyan frowned in annoyance, but still indifferently stretched out his hands, and countless black silk threads were intertwined into a semicircular isolation cover that surrounded the small courtyard where they were.

Two of the officials who had arrived first hit the invisible shield and fell silently, the dead air spreading like a miasma on the ground, and everyone who approached passed out without exception.

"Ah Ying. Get out of here with me. Ming Chongyan said in a tough tone: "You don't want to watch these people die, right?" However, if they were still under my dead breath before dawn, it would be difficult to say. ”

Die! Will there be more dead and wounded? Tang Ying glared and approached Di Renjie's corpse step by step, and a raging white flame rose from her arm. Ming Chongyan saw that her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were bitten, and he thought that she was going to fight for her life, so he shouted: "Ah Ying, come back with me." ”

"Go back, go back...... she choked up and spit out a few words, big tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes, "Unless, you give Di Renjie back to me!" ”

Ming Chongyan looked at Di Renjie with contempt, snorted and said, "What? Do you really have feelings for this kid? His contemptuous tone was not like talking about another person, but like talking about an inanimate instrument, "If you like this skin, I'll make a puppet and give it to you......"

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Ying suddenly roared angrily and shot dozens of silver needles with white fire at him. He still waved his sleeves to resist, but he didn't expect these needles to be blocked back by him and pierced Di Renjie's body.

"Huh? Angry? He smiled with interest, "Ah Ying, has anyone ever said that you look better when you're angry?" How? Do you want to sew the broken puppet back together yourself? ”

Tang Ying knew that she couldn't fight him at all, but she suddenly remembered the immortality technique she practiced with Li Xian in Chang'an, so her original target for catapulting the flying needle was Di Renjie. If she did that directly, it might arouse Ming Chongyan's vigilance, so she deliberately hit Ming Chongyan.

She knew that Bai Huo and Death Qi were natural enemies, and he would definitely not let the flying needle touch her. As she expected, it really fell on Di Renjie, and she also took advantage of Ming Chongyan's self-absorption to finish reciting the Taoist mantra of the past life.

Seeing that she didn't reply, she concentrated on sending white fire to Di Renjie. Ming Chongyan gradually felt that something was wrong. He didn't know that what Tang Ying was silently reciting was Bai Ze's longevity mantra, but he suddenly found that the white fire on Tang Ying's flying needle gradually turned into wisps of white threads, forcing the death qi out of Di Renjie's body, and gradually penetrating into Di Renjie's body!

For a moment, this scene flashed in his mind like a familiar scene. It seems that once, too, he had seen such white silk threads enter his body.

Not good! He had a premonition that something was wrong.

There were more and more white silk threads, and they almost completely wrapped Di Renjie's body. Will she resurrect Di Renjie? Ming Chongyan thought of the piece of skin exposed in the charred-like body of the official in the snow of Chang'an, and suddenly felt scared.

What he was afraid of was not that Di Renjie would be resurrected. What is one Di Renjie, ten hundred are not enough to be afraid! What he was afraid of was that Tang Ying would suddenly discover this strange phenomenon, and what he was afraid of was that this strange thing that broke the boundary between life and death would be his nemesis!

So, he struck.

He withdrew all the dead qi intertwined in the sky above the small courtyard, turned into two black long blades, and slashed them one left and one right, cutting off all the fire lines that Tang Ying controlled the flying needle.

Originally, Tang Ying could already see Di Renjie's soul sitting up from his body. If his soul left his body, she would really be unable to recover.

Her immortal mantra was almost finished, but now that the threads connecting the flying needles had been cut off, seeing that the white fire that had originally turned into silk threads turned into flames again, Di Renjie's soul looked at her with pity in the flames, and her heart was about to break.

She has already lost a Li Chunfeng, and she really doesn't want to lose Di Renjie anymore.

That's right! She wiped her face and said loudly to herself in her heart: Di Renjie will become a famous person in the future, he should not die, and he will definitely be able to save him, definitely.

Then, she concentrated her energy and stretched out her hands straight to Di Renjie again, and the white fire in her hands connected to the broken silk threads and reconnected them.

Yes, that's it!

While reciting the immortal mantra, she injected all the energy in her body into Di Renjie. Di Renjie's soul shook its head at her and persuaded her to let go. But she just gritted her teeth and kept replenishing the white fire.

Blood trickled down her nose and tinnitus began. But she still insisted desperately, and had no intention of stopping. For some reason, she suddenly remembered Li Chunfeng, remembered that she hadn't been able to see his last side, I wonder if he was also facing such a life-and-death situation, if she was there, she would definitely do her best to save him, right? Certain!

Ming Chongyan didn't expect the white silk thread that had been cut off to connect again. Not only that, but it has become even thicker than before! Seeing that Di Renjie's body had already been wrapped.

Could it be that Tang Ying has already mastered the knack of turning white fire into anger?

He panicked. No way! She must not be allowed to know the tricks! So, he gathered his dead qi again, transformed into four long knives, and stabbed Di Renjie's corpse from all directions.

It seems that there is a knife that may hurt Tang Ying. But...... He thought, if you get hurt, you can hurt it, it's better than it will threaten you!