Dozens of people had already broken through the Xiao family's defenses and rushed towards Ye Lingyu.

From the Xuan Rank to the Ground Tier, everyone is like a wolf.

Ye Lingyu's head is worth a city, which is a huge wealth.

The edge of the fire arced gracefully across the sky, bringing up a puddle of blood with each swing.

The blood melted into the rain, sprinkled on the ground, and sprinkled on Ye Lingyu's body.

It was as if a sea was pouring out in the sky, and the earth was being torn to pieces by pouring rain.

Thunder, roars, wails, the clanging of swords, the explosion of spiritual power, countless cacophony of sounds converged.

People come and go, and everything is as muddy as the ground.

Several spiritual powers exploded on Ye Lingyu's body, but he didn't have much blood to flow out.

His eyes were red, and he dragged the edge of the flowing fire to split a ground step in front of him in two.

He couldn't hear the screams in his ears anymore, but he just relied on instinct to fight, slash, and kill his opponent completely.

The battle had been going on for twenty days, and under the mottling of twenty days, only the red of blood remained in his eyes.

Fighting, fighting, maybe only fighting can calm the depression in his heart, and the anger that cannot be relieved.

Some people are greedy and want to take his head and become famous.

Others are afraid of him, like an Asura demon who was born only to kill. He should have fallen, his wounds enough to kill him several times, but such a skinless man slain one enemy after another.

Roaring, roaring, these sounds could no longer reach his ears, everything was so quiet.

The Wind Spirit Soul Snatcher Arrow pulled away, and the dark green arrows on the tight bowstring were aimed at Ye Lingyu's chest.

Ye Lingyu had already killed the last person who rushed towards him, and in his red eyes, An Junfeng's shadow was once again reflected.

"Damn it's you!" An Junfeng roared.

With a release of his hand, dark green arrows flew out.

Slender arrows pierced through the rain curtain, and gorgeous sword feathers dragged long water marks in the air.

"An Junfeng!" Ye Lingyu roared.

has already killed the red eyes, and rushed forward with a flowing fire in his hand.

He turned a blind eye to the oncoming arrows, pointed his blade forward, and only had the thought of killing An Junfeng in his heart.

The edge of the fire left a chilling scar on the rain curtain.

"Brother Ye!" When he saw this scene, Mo Xiaoyu rushed like crazy.

She saw An Junfeng release that arrow with her own eyes, and she knew that it would kill Ye Lingyu.

"Ye boy!"

Above the sky, Red Dust Dao and Xiao Wufu also witnessed this moment.

But they couldn't catch up, and the distance between the people around them and Ye Lingyu was too late to stop the arrow from flying.

It was just a blink of an eye.

There was a black shadow blocking between Ye Lingyu and the arrows.

He faced Ye Lingyu and opened his arms, as if he wanted to hug this friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

He was covered in black gas, and until he appeared, no one had noticed his existence.

He said: "Brother......"

Ye Lingyu's sword momentum was somewhat restrained at that moment, and his red pupils seemed to have regained some expression.

Stop at your feet, stopping the moment the blade touches the opponent.

Wind Spirit Reaver Arrows exploded behind the shadow, propelling him forward.

His back had been shattered by the Wind Spirit Soul Snatcher Arrow, and Ye Lingyu saw with his own eyes that there was a blood mist rising behind him, mixed with rain.

He pounced on the edge of the fire, which pierced through his chest and peeked out behind him......

The voice came back into Ye Lingyu's ears, and the peaceful world began to turn again.

He heard his own roar, heard the fighting around him, heard the cold rain, heard the blade piercing his chest......

The man gave him a big bear hug with his outstretched arms, a friend's goodbye hug.

Ye Lingyu's mouth slowly opened wide, wanting to scream, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

He tried to call the man's name, but only tears welled up in his eyes.

The moment the flame edge penetrated his chest, the black mist on his face dispersed, revealing the face that only remained in Ye Lingyu's memory.

Moro watched Mo Fei appear below, shook his head slightly, and closed his eyes in reluctance.

Ye Lingyu only felt a touch of warmth flowing down the handle of the knife, gradually soaking the hand holding the knife.

He panicked and let go of the edge of the fire, stumbling back, and sat down on the ground.

This man, who had fought on the battlefield for a long time and never fell, now fell into the mud, funny and ridiculous......

The rain poured down, constantly washing away the faces in front of him after a long absence.

He wished it was a dream, but the rain couldn't wash away the scene in front of him anyway, it only made the blood red in that place even more dazzling.

Mo Fei's heart is the heart of the Red Blood Demon Beast, and Mo Luo has also said that once the heart is damaged, no panacea can be restored.

Everyone's eyes were cast, and in the middle of the battlefield, a man surrounded by black qi stood in the rain, and the pitch-black blade pierced through his heart.

His purple eyes are so conspicuous that they are seen by everyone.

"Demon ......" even Liu Baiyi was stunned.

He originally thought that the so-called demon clan did not exist at all, but the black qi and those eyes at the moment undoubtedly confirmed that the person below was a demon.

The demons really appeared, and in this way.

"Brother!" The voice that was even more desolate than this heavy rain was Mo Xiaoyu's cry, and the delicate woman wanted to rush over, but was pulled by the person next to her and fell into the muddy water.

Hongchen Dao and the others had already stopped and fell one after another.

"Demons! That's the Demons!" the old man of the Heavenly Rank beside Liu Baiyi pointed at Mo Fei and shouted.

In fact, there is no need for him to shout, everyone can see it. At this extremely sensitive moment for the demons, there are really demons appearing.

Demons have disappeared from the continent for thousands of years, and the term usually only exists in the classics.

With Mo Fei as the center, the crowd slowly dispersed.

"The demons! the demons are really here!" the old man pulled Liu Baiyi excitedly, "Don't let it go, everyone will retreat for me, whoever dares to approach the demon clan will be beheaded!"

He didn't know if it was because of the excitement of seeing the demons with his own eyes, or the fear of the demons.

In the records, the demons are ferocious and are spurned by everyone.

The cold wind howled under the Heavenly Burial Valley, and the cold rain slapped on the face.

"Mo Fei ......" Ye Lingyu shook his head over and over again, his face seemed to be smiling and crying.

He didn't die, he didn't die when he was in Loulan, he was still alive......

But the blade pierced his chest......

When he first came to Aoxue City, he had just embarked on the road of martial arts, Mo Fei was his first friend, he was fighting with him in the ring of recruiting relatives, and he was a friend in Sword and Wine Villa, who wanted to go to the continent with him and be born and die together......

Ye Lingyu shook his head, except for shaking his head, he still shook his head...... Suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly pounced......

By the way, he still has the Soul Restoration Pill, he still has the Nine Heavens Xuanhuo, and he can still save people......

Xiao Wufu held him down from the side and pushed him to the ground, and the Hongchen knife also stepped forward slowly, gently pressing his hand on his head: "Ye boy, enough is enough......"

It's not that you can't save it, it's that you can't save it.

The endless land came for the demons, Mo Fei appeared in full view of the demon clan, if he had something to do with Mo Fei, Ye Lingyu would only become the target of the public.

There is no difference between man and demon, this is a truth that everyone understands.

They finally escaped from the Endless Land, and if they saved people in plain sight, how could the Endless Land let them go.

Ye Lingyu choked on a mouthful of muddy water, and bitterness spread.

A hand is reached, but it cannot be reached.

Murphy fell to his knees before his eyes, black blood gushing out of his mouth.

"Let go of me!" Ye Lingyu yelled.

His spiritual power was limited by the two heavenly ranks, and he couldn't do anything but stretch out his hand.

"Ye boy, that's enough, he's hopeless. Red Dust Knife said.

"What are you talking about, let go, I can save him!" Ye Lingyu's voice was hoarse and he struggled hard, but he couldn't move under the suppression of the two heavenly steps.

"You can't save him. "Red Dust Knife Road.

How could he not see that he was a heavenly step, he could feel the condition of Mo Fei. The foreign heart had been shattered, and Mo Fei's back, which Ye Lingyu couldn't see, had been completely shattered by the Wind Spirit Soul Snatcher Arrow.

Even if Ye Lingyu had the power to reach the sky, he couldn't change anything.

Even if there is still a breath left, it is irreversible.

Instead of taking their lives for a mortal man, all they can do now is to disassociate themselves.

The Red Dust Knife can't do anything, what else can he do, the endless land is on the side, eyeing the tiger. They finally escaped, could it be that he watched Ye Lingyu go to death and didn't move?

For the sake of a mortal person, to push themselves to the cusp of the waves again, the Red Dust Knife can't do such a thing. Even if it's not for himself, it's for Ye Lingyu.

Ye Lingyu could feel that Mo Fei's aura was getting weaker and weaker, they had just reunited, and they hadn't talked about wine yet.

"Red Dust Knife, you let me go. He roared.

"Xiao Wufu, let go! I'll get you out of Hongmeng Tower, let me go!"

"Ye boy......" Xiao Wufu was also helpless, "People and demons are not separated, don't go astray." Whether it's me or Red Lao, I don't want you to have much to do with the demons. ”

"Let go! If you don't let go, I'm inseparable from your Xiao family!" Ye Lingyu struggled desperately, his hands digging through the mud. He can save people, he has so many things in him that ordinary people don't have, he can save, he just wants to have a chance to save people. But no one helped him, and even the people who usually had a close relationship with him just pressed him and told others that demons were incompatible.

"Blackie!" he yelled. But there was no answer. Only the sound of rain echoed in his ears.

A weak voice came from ahead.

"Brother......" Mo Fei knelt on the ground, he smiled, even on this parting occasion, his face was still the same hearty smile he had been, "Don't cry and mourn......"

Every time he spoke, a stream of blood flowed from his mouth.

"Lao Tzu in this life...... Lots of brothers...... A lot...... It's good to have you by my side before you die......"

"I didn't make a name for myself with you...... Sorry ......"

Ye Lingyu opened his mouth wide, he couldn't make any sound, and his face was only moist......

He obviously doesn't have to help himself out, he obviously doesn't show up, no one can find him.

Maybe it was the last flashback, Mo Fei slowly stretched out his hand, and there was a Qiankun ring in his hand.

"A gift for you...... Puff up your chest and make a choice......"

Hatred, chagrin, and helplessness were all written on Ye Lingyu's face.

He stretched out his hand, but he couldn't touch it.

"It's raining heavily...... I'm sleepy...... Brother has you a...... I'm content......"

The weak hand hung down in the rain, and Ye Lingyu couldn't catch it, but only caught the Qiankun ring that was only cold.

What was in the Qiankun Ring, how could he not know, he knew when the two were so close to each other. The yang fruit that resonates with the yin fruit again!

The resonance was like a heart beating in his hand.

Make a choice......

He threw his head back and screamed silently in the face of the torrential rain.

Puff up your chest......

His face was wet, and he didn't know if it was rain or tears.

Shaking his head, he screamed silently in the blood and mud.

The purple light in Mo Fei's eyes gradually dimmed, but the purple light in his eyes became more and more intense. It was like two purple Styx flowers blooming in the dark.

He shook his head desperately, it was a struggle, unwilling to let this purple light go out, as if he wanted to maintain the last ray of light in his heart.

Red Dust Dao and Xiao Wufu had already let him go.

Murphy was already dead, and in full view of everyone, the demon who had just appeared died under the edge of the flames.

Thunder pierced the sky.

Ye Lingyu tilted his head, took out the Yin and Yang Double Fruit, slowly put it in his mouth, and when he bit it, the red juice flowed down the corner of his mouth, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of blood.

With him at the center, the storm swept in, calm and silent......

The spiritual power that had already dried up overflowed again, more violently than ever. Underneath that calm is a poignant promotion.

The sky was full of thunder and flashing, the rain was connecting the sky and the earth, and the cold wind was howling, as if they were all sending blessings to this unprecedented promotion.

The mystery was promoted to the ground level, and the heavens and the earth were mourned.

Spiritual power exploded, and the wind swept wildly. A huge cyclone erupted in the Heavenly Burial Valley, the wind and clouds throbbed, and the dark clouds in the sky gathered towards the cyclone, trying to pour all the cold rain on the same person.

In Ye Lingyu's dantian, a new world was born, it was the beginning of Hongmeng, the power of yin and yang escaped into it, and the vast sea of spiritual power poured into. All the spiritual energy in the Heavenly Burial Valley was gone, and in that instant, there was no trace of spiritual energy left within a radius of a hundred miles.

The mixed element diagram flew out of the Bauhinia ring and slowly opened in front of him, and the Bodhi Lotus came out from within, turning into a streamer of light and disappearing into his dantian.

This is an unprecedented promotion, but under that storm, a silent desolation fills it, and it lingers in heaven and earth for a long time.