Luo Lan looked at the man walking towards her in front of her in some surprise. The man was tall and strong, with bronzed skin full of strength, a broad square face with a thick nose and a wide mouth, but his eyes were unusually clear and bright.

This man was a stranger to Luo Lan, but his eyes were familiar.

"Xuanyi!" The night sky was thrilled to see Xuan.

He and Di buried these spirit masters of the witch clan who were killed by Mo Xiu and planned to enter the ghost clan to rescue Xuan Yu, but they didn't expect Xuan Yu to suddenly appear in front of him.

The key stared at the tall man who was walking towards Luo Lan.

"Don't you recognize me?" The night sky suddenly stopped. He had forgotten that his soul was in the body of the Witch Patriarch.

"Are you ......" Luo Lan looked at his bright eyes suspiciously.

"Night Sky ......" Suddenly, Luo Lan felt that he couldn't help but spit out this name. It's another her!

Every thousand years, the patriarch of the ghost clan has to complete a blood transformation, and he needs enough blood to maintain his flesh and blood coat.

But every time the blood of the ghost patriarch changes is very dangerous, if there is not enough blood to supply the heart, there is no strong power to reshape the flesh, the ghost patriarch will die because of blood decay.

Xitu was extremely worried, and Mo Xiu had completed the bloody transformation and danger from his heavy injuries, and his father Menshara had died because of it.

And Mo Xiu's blood change was extremely fragile, if the enemy attacked at this time, he would definitely die!

Luo Lan felt that she was no longer herself, and when she saw those eyes, another soul began to stir in her body again.

Luo Lan followed the night sky blankly, and the blue sky was as red as fire.

The flute opens the gates of hell, and another soul is exiled on the path of the fire.

The key and Du Ying watched as the flute led Luo Lan into the path of fire, as long as the power in Luo Lan's body awakened the soul forgotten on the road on the other side, Xuan Ying would be completely awakened.

And in the tragic battle between the ghost clan and the witch clan, Mo Xiu was seriously injured, undoubtedly, this is the best opportunity to kill Mo Xiu.

As long as Xuan Yu wakes up, he can easily kill Mo Xiu!

This is the road in Luo Lan's memory, and every bright flower on the fiery road smiles sadly at her.

At the junction of dawn and dawn, a graceful figure stands with its head bowed.

Luo Lan looked at her in surprise, it was her! It's another her, she is no longer the image in Luo Lan's heart, but standing in front of Luo Lan so really.

"Xuanyi!" Luo Lan heard an affectionate call.

The girl standing by the flower looked up blankly. When her empty gaze fell on Luo Lan, her eyes instantly gathered light, and then she saw the rough-faced man next to Luo Lan, her eyes were even brighter, no matter what he became, she could recognize him at a glance.

"Xuanyi!" The night sky gazed at her with great affection.

"Night Sky ......" A tear slipped from Xuan's eyes. Her empty soul had been wandering on this path of fire for thousands of years, and now her forgotten soul had finally awakened!

Luo Lan's brain was blank at the moment, and her soul shouldn't have appeared in the first place. And now, at this very moment, the incomplete soul of the owner of this body has finally reunited, and Xuan Yu has completely awakened.

Xuan Qi and the night sky hugged each other tightly, a thousand years of longing, a thousand years of love!

Mo Xiu suddenly felt a pain in his heart, his blood qi suddenly went backwards, he only felt the blood in his chest surging, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"Patriarch!" Yutu, who had been waiting by the lake, was shocked.

I saw that the bright red lake water suddenly swirled, and the blood formed a huge column of blood and rushed straight up.

Xitu was so frightened that his face was bloodless, something was wrong!

Mo Xiu's face was red and white, and then the red blood mist covered his face, and he forced himself to press down the blood that wanted to gush out, and it seemed that there was a ball of blood fire in his heart that was about to break through his heart.

Moxiu stood quietly some distance away from his father, Menshara. His father's face was dry and gray, and his breath was dying.

The father who made the entire demon clan submit to the ghost clan was defeated by humans. He was mortally wounded in the heart by those human hunters.

The heart of the demon is a condensed breath of flesh and blood, the lifeblood of the entire power. And Mo Xiu's father's flesh and blood qi was completely shattered. My father could only try to repair his heart in the snow lake, but when he absorbed the blood, his qi and blood suddenly rebelled, and the whole essence and blood collapsed instantly.

He has no hope of surviving and will soon die of exhaustion!

"Mojin ......," Mo Xiu heard his father mutter.

Mojin is the princess of the wolf clan and the mother of Mo Xiu, who died of blood after giving birth to Mo Xiu.

Father slowly opened his eyes, his once bright black eyes now a faint gray, like the eyes of a dying wolf.

This was the first time Mo Xiu had seen his father clearly.

From his birth to the present, his father has always been dismissive of him. Mo Xiu didn't understand why his father hated him so much, even though he had the same black eyes as his father.

There was only one answer, his father must have hated his mother. Since he was a child, Mo Xiu has seen so many women around his father, the ghost clan, the demon clan, and the human woman who gave birth to the night sky for his father.

His father loved the night sky so much, Mo Xiu was so jealous of the night sky, and he hated his father so much.

"You come here......" Mensharo looked at Mo Xiu with difficulty.

Mo Xiu hesitated and walked in front of Mensharo.

Menshara looked at Mo Xiu carefully, his beautiful face, angular and stubborn lips resembling Mojin. Menshaluo's heart ached, he closed his eyes slightly and opened them again, and he saw Mo Xiu's black eyes, and there was a kind of wildness hidden in the gloom, which was the kind of wildness unique to the wolf clan.

Is this child his child or not? For countless days and nights, this question tormented Menshara almost insanely. And countless times Menshara wanted to kill the child, but Mokin's face always appeared before his eyes, her gray face, her body soaked in blood, her beautiful eyes staring at him lifelessly...... Menshara hugged Mokin's body tightly, why? Why did she never love him!

Menshara raised his arm, his fleshless withered claws grabbing Moxiu's neck. Mo Xiu struggled in horror, but he couldn't break free from his father's claws on his neck. He felt his father's sharp fingers penetrate his flesh, Mo Xiu choked for a while, and then he felt something sticky running down his neck, blood! His father wanted to kill him!

Menshara hated this child, and he was going to kill him before he died! But he suddenly saw Mo Xiu's black eyes, and deep in those eyes hid a kind of natural composure, a cold composure that would not change even in danger.

These eyes were so familiar, they were clearly his.

Menshara let go of his hand, and his heart was suddenly confused, and he suddenly realized that the child was simply his shadow.

Mo Xiu didn't understand why his father didn't kill him, as long as he used some more strength, his neck would be choked off by his father.

But although his father did not immediately kill him, he exiled him to the scorching sun.

Mo Xiu's heart was getting more and more painful, and the blood in the snow lake couldn't enter his heart at all, and there was no doubt that he was going to die like his father!

I'm sorry I couldn't upload it on time yesterday, so please forgive me, dear readers.