If the whistling sound is like a substance, it spreads in all directions with Jun Yihuang as the center. The second wave of golden beans emitted their characteristic cries almost at the same time, but they were completely covered by screams, and the hissing stopped abruptly, and the second wave of more than 100 golden beans turned into powder. The whistling continued to spread into the distance, and the empty space contributed to the transmission of the sound, and for a moment the cavern was filled with an incomparably sharp scream.

The arrogant and domineering howl not only killed Jin Dou instantly, but also caused great damage to everyone standing beside Jun Yihuang. Even though Lan Zui had been paying attention to Jun Yihuang's movements, he also didn't expect this unforeseen change. The whistling sound burst into the ear, like a sharp spike suddenly □□ the eardrum, even if the hands covered the ear, it still could not stop the continuous entry of the whistling. Lan Zui only felt a splitting headache, his body seemed to be drunk and weak, and his legs fell to the ground with weakness. "Jun ...... Jun ......" struggled to squeeze out the call, Lan Zui raised his eyelids like falling weights, and struggled to look at Jun Yihuang. Jun Yihuang's whole body was shrouded in a faint green mist at this moment, his face was unclear, and he could only hear the whistling sound coming from it.

Lan Zui was panicked but didn't know what happened to Jun Yihuang at all, so he had to turn his gaze to Bai Suhe for help. When he turned his head, he saw Bai Suhe, who was also covering his ears with his hands, looking at Jun Yihuang, shocked and with obvious pity. "Run, she...... The soul is scattered. ”

Bai Suhe's voice was as low as a mosquito, but Lan Zui was like a heavy blow, and he was stunned for a moment and then looked back suddenly.

The whistling stopped suddenly, and the wind wall that Jun Yihuang had set up in front of everyone was quickly shattered by the destruction of the whistling. The tore wisps of wind fluttered around, sweeping away the green mist that covered Jun Yihuang's body.

Jun Yihuang's figure was already blurred for the most part, and the whole half melted into the night, and the rich darkness splashed like ink on her long skirt as pure as snow, like a crude landscape painting with a stroke of the pen. But the defiled dress and vague description still did not detract from her graceful bearing, and the overly wide sleeves and skirt were swept by the turbulence and danced like a fairy. Only those eyes destroyed the overall fairy-like ethereal - the pair of blue drunk phoenix eyes that were already very familiar with the faint glowing green, the pupils were full of madness, coldness, and the evil aura of wanting to choose people to eat, no longer the indifference and calmness of the past. "Junjun!"

Losing the confinement of the wind wall, Lan Zui was finally able to get out of that square inch of land. Holding up his sore hands and feet, Lan Zui stumbled and crawled towards Jun Yihuang's location, stretching out his arms, but in vain he found that Jun Yihuang's seemingly close and distant position was not within the reach of his arm length.

What responded to Lan Zui's call was the countless wind knives that suddenly spawned around Jun Yihuang's body. "Blue drunk! Be careful! ”

It was too late to stop Bai Suhe, who was drunk with blue, to warn, but it was too late. The wind knife spun like a fly, cutting through the air with a ghostly crying sound, and the range quickly expanded, enveloping the nearest blue drunk.

The wind knife is invisible, and Lan Zui can't hide from it. As early as in the tomb of Jun Yihuang, Lan Zui had personally experienced the power of the wind knife, and when he was suddenly attacked, Lan Zui intuitively hugged his arms to protect his head and face. The wind knives were small and dense, and they were everywhere, and they blew countless scratches on her body as they surrounded Lan Drunk.

Countless pieces of flesh and blood were also caught in the shards of the shaved clothes, and they left Lan Zui's body like a butterfly with the wind knife. The fine scars brought great pain to *, and the dense nerves on the surface of the body transmitted the pain to the brain, Lan Zui immediately spasmed his limbs in pain, and the arm that protected his head and face suddenly loosened the gap, and looked at Jun Yihuang with teary eyes, but he couldn't find a trace of hesitation and pity in Jun Yihuang's eyes. "Jun ...... Monarch? Lan Zui was puzzled, and her agile mind stagnated in severe pain, making her wonder why Jun Yihuang, who was still trying her best to protect her one moment, would turn against her the next moment and attack her.

The doubt didn't last long, and the ubiquitous wind knife swept in when Lan Zui's arm loosened the gap.

The passage of time was suddenly infinitely slow, and Lan Zui only felt that an extremely bright red in front of him replaced Jun Yihuang's cold face. The red color spreads in the line of sight, rapidly deepening until it turns deep black, enveloping all borders.

The pain came slowly and resolutely from his eyes, and Lan was drunk and consciously touched his eyes, and his hands were full of sticky wetness.

"Eye...... Eye! My eyes! A sharp cry of grief trembled, filled with endless fear. Lan Zui rubbed his eyes in a panic, unable to protect the vital point anymore, and the fear of blindness overwhelmed the pain on his body, and even made Lan drunk turn around and rush out of a distance, instinctively away from the source of danger.

Jun Yihuang didn't want to let Lan Zui go, and the Wind Knife chased after him, but was blocked by a bright fireball when he was about to wrap Lan Zui again. The fireball suspended in the air had expanded to the size of a basketball, and the blazing crimson flames were blown by the wind to flicker and flicker, never extinguished. Jun Yihuang seemed to be extremely disgusted with this fireball, and floated back a few steps back to the same place, but the wind knife became more and more intense, just like the tyrannical anger in Jun Yihuang's eyes that was getting heavier and heavier.

Bai Suhe exhaled secretly, and the two fireballs spun rapidly, the speed was extremely fast, and a circle of light woven by fire light was drawn around several people, and only then did he relax and look at Lan Drunk. This look actually startled Bai Suhe, and in a short period of time, Lan Zui became a completely bloody person, and his clothes were so torn that he could barely hide his body was soaked in blood. Lan Zui's beautiful and beautiful face also did not escape the catastrophe, and the part covered by the palm was covered with deep and shallow wounds, and the skin and flesh were blurred, and it was indescribably hideous and terrifying.

Bai Suhe's silver teeth bit slightly, if it weren't for Lan Zui fleeing Jun Yihuang's side, if her spell didn't block Jun Yihuang's second wave of pursuit, in a few moments, Lan Zui was afraid that he would be killed alive by those countless wind knives.

But Bai Suhe knew that with her current situation, such an energy-consuming technique would not be able to last long, let alone subdue Jun Yihuang. And the little golden light in the distance seemed to be shocked by Jun Yihuang's whistling just now, the light was much dimer, and now that the whistling stopped, that little bit of golden light lit up again, I am afraid that it is ready to move. The spell can deter Jun Yihuang, but it can't block those golden bean bullet-like attacks, seeing Montaigne's fate, Bai Suhe doesn't want to contribute his body to those strange-shaped insects with countless legs.

The road ahead was blocked, and the surrounding area was extremely empty, Bai Suhe hesitated for a moment and immediately decided to go back to the tree tomb for temporary refuge. Even if hiding inside is tantamount to sitting still, it's good to be able to breathe a little longer!

Thinking of this, Baek So-ha immediately planned to put it into action. It's just that when she saw Lan Zui's injury, she couldn't help Lan Zui if she wanted to. Lan Zui's hand was still covering his face, and red stains continued to appear between his fingers. Recalling Lan Zui's scream before, Bai Suhe's heart was slightly sudden, and he asked in a low voice, "Lan Zui, let's go back to the tree tomb first." You...... What's wrong with the eyes? ”

Lan stood still, neither moving nor answering.

"Blue drunk!" The situation was urgent, Bai Suhe couldn't tolerate Lan Zui standing in a daze like this, and reached out to forcibly pull off Lan Zui's wrist, but it made her gasp.

A deep and long opening compared to other injuries was pulled from Lan Zui's left eye to the side of his face, and the skin and flesh rolled up to the sides, like a grinning mouth, and he didn't need to look closely to know that Lan Zui's left eye was useless. The right eye was dripping with fluid from the wound on his forehead, and it was impossible to see what the blood looked like.

Blue drunken face...... I'm afraid it's ruined.

"Why?"

Lan Zui finally spoke, each word trembling with obvious trembling. There was no crying, no crying pain, and the trembling in just three words had already expressed her incomprehension, sadness and despair.

"I'll explain it to you when we get to the tree grave!"

"Why?" This time, the trembling subsided, and the tone tended to be stable: "Is it because her soul is about to disperse?" ”

"Yes, the soul of a person is extinguished, and it is not extinguished only because of deep resentment, and after years of absorbing the yin power of the yin hole, it finally becomes a resentful spirit. The yin power is really dead air, and when the soul dissipates, the consciousness is extinguished first, and the remaining dead air is the evil ghost. ”

Bai Suhe understands Lan Zui's character, and Lan Zui will definitely not leave if he doesn't explain it clearly.

"It means...... Her soul is gone? ”

Bai Suhe hesitated slightly, and chose to shake his head: "Not really." Dead qi is born by attaching to the soul and can be regarded as the soul as one. Jun Yihuang has lost her consciousness, I am not her opponent, I can only temporarily avoid waiting for the dead air of attachment to dissipate before we find a way to leave. ”

"Bai Suhe, she still has a soul here!" Lan Zui suddenly raised his head: "Save her!" ”

"Blue drunk! At this time, how do you think I can cast a spell to help her condense her soul?! In this situation, Lan Drunk's stubbornness quickly consumed Bai Suhe's little patience and body. Seeing that there are many bright spots in the distance, bright and gorgeous, Bai Suhe's heart is like falling into a deep pool. Millennial Drunk (Tomb Robbery, GL)

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Chapter 131 of the text

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