Yin Ji seems to be calm, but the shallow smile at the corner of her mouth has stiffened, and a few dark rays have crossed her eyes, there are shocks, guilt, and pity, I didn't expect the white tiger to be so angry, it seems that the white tiger has hated the things of the year, and he has not let go of it after tens of thousands of years.

Yin Ji sat cross-legged at the top of the formation without hurrying, her hands were sealed, the array was bright, and the red light on Wan Yichen's body flowed to all directions of the valley like a red line connected to her body through blood.

The suppressed burning gradually lessened, and Wan Yichen's brows slowly relaxed.

The battle of the deer, the blood of thousands of troops and horses flowed into a river, the corpses of the land of Ji Ye were all over the field, miserable, how many heroes were buried in the ground, Chi You was damaged, and there was no corpse, and he was saved by the current Emperor of Heaven in order to wash the soul eroded by the demon beasts, imprisoned in the ice river for 10,000 years.

One day, a multicolored thrush was swimming over the glacier, and when he opened his eyes, he realized that he had been asleep for 2,000 years.

After another 8,000 years, when he faded away from his demons, full of joyful expectations and thrushes to travel the world, but was pushed into the sea of yellow springs by a piece of paper, next to the pillar of heaven, and finally with a sad look, he saw that the little thrush who cried so much that his liver and intestines were broken fainted on the glacier, the surface of the glacier was cold to the bone, I don't know where it is, and now it is okay?

Yin Ji looked at the white tiger in the formation, her anger had dissipated, but her thick eyebrows were furrowed, and the hand hanging down her side trembled involuntarily, it was a heart-wrenching sadness, just like when she lost the love in her heart, she was in pain, and the sadness came into her heart from the formation, sad, sad, and her eyes were blurred unconsciously.

What happened to the White Tiger, was there anything more heartbreaking for him than the loss of his life?

"Roaring ......"

With another roar, Wan Yichen suddenly looked at the sky, his hands spread, and his silver hair flew, as if he was about to spread his wings and rise into the moon.

The green eyes of the true color suddenly opened, and the sharp gaze gradually became blood-colored, red like a flame, and when the flame burned out, the pupils turned into brilliant gold, like the golden warm sun that suddenly broke through the sky in the morning, and everything in the world was shocked.

The white light on the horizon first appeared, and after a night of transformation and dissolution, Wan Yichen was finally reborn, his fair face was glowing with a healthy red light, and his temperament was awe-inspiring.

Wan Yichen looked down at his palm, the palm was strong and powerful, and the inner spirit was full, the pain of this night was finally not in vain, thinking of the unbearable past, his eyes sank, he always had to face it, and he could only accept what he lost.

"Ma'am?"

Teng Snake called worriedly.

Yin Ji's lips were pale, her face was tired, and her stunning face was like frost, without the luster of the past, and without the dust and refinement, she looked like a terminally ill patient.

Wan Yichen walked slowly from the formation, condescendingly looking at Yin Ji who was still in her original posture, Leng Jun's face did not show any gratitude, but a trace of ridicule, she spared no effort to help herself, did she want to avenge the person she loved?

"White Tiger, you have opened your mind, no different from a normal person, I can only help you get here, which can be regarded as repaying what he owes you"

After a night of spiritual power consumption, Yin Ji felt that it was difficult to even speak, how many years, I haven't been so tired for a long time.

Wan Yichen's black pupils shrank, and a trace of dazedness appeared in his deep eyes, repaying, does it mean that Yu Jie regrets and hatred, and grievances and hatred are like dust?

He doesn't have to be able to do it.