"Daddy!! Mother!!"

Yi Shugui screamed, extremely miserable, piercing the sky!

He slammed the barrier that Yi Han and Nie Chunying had planted before they died.

He couldn't break through the barrier he had set up to protect him.

He pounded the hammer, his eyes straight, his eyes were dull, some were only infinitely hollow, as if his soul had been hollowed out, his lips moved unconsciously twice, but he did not make any sound, only a whimper in his throat.

Cen Duxiao's heart also sank......

Yi Shugui is so sad, it doesn't look like he is pretending, how can he be the Qionglin in the mouth of Fengyi!

She actually believed what Feng Yi said again! She actually wavered again!

When she met him, she didn't kill him immediately, but because of his "Qionglin", she became suspicious of Yi Shugui, and she instinctively blocked other people's attacks for Feng Yizhi.

She stared at Yi Shugui who was crazy, compared to him, she had experienced the tragic death of Yi Han and Nie Chunying once, but at this moment she was extremely calm.

She looked at the blood on the ground again, and thought, "Wait for me, wait for me, and when I kill Feng Yizhi, I will come to martyr you."

"Shugui, calm down, I will avenge my father!" she hugged Yi Shugui, trying to help him up, but he shook off her hand hard.

He was furious, with a cold look on his face that he had never used to her before, his words were full of hatred, and he yelled at her: "Cen Duxiao, it's all because of you, everyone died tragically because you were in love with a demon like Feng Yizhi, you can't forget him, you are reluctant to hurt him when he kills everyone! What kind of face do you have to avenge my father's mother! Can you do it? Can you do it?"

Can she do it?

Yi Shugui has always been towards her, no matter what she does wrong, he will always stand in front of her, such a Yi Shugui who hates her and resents her, she has never seen it, she was suddenly shocked, her hand was there, and she didn't dare to touch him again.

Yi Shugui's questioning was like a sharp knife, stabbing her in the heart.

She froze in place, her eyes red, her throat dry, unable to speak, her thoughts in a mess.

Yi Shugui shouted angrily: "You don't even believe everything you have seen with your own eyes, but you have to believe him, what revenge do you have! Why should you be difficult for yourself! Get out, go and fly with him!"

He vented all his frustration with her, and then sat down on the ground with a slump on the ground, covering his face and crying helplessly like a child.

Cen Duxiao's lips were pale, looking at him and the mottled blood marks on the ground, they had already collapsed, and said in a loud voice: "I'm sorry...... Sorry ......"

A thousand words turn into an apology in remorse.

She was in a trance for a moment, then swung her sword, slashing at the enchantment, the sword light and the enchantment collided violently, sparks, splashing on her face and hands, burning a little blood.

With tears in her eyes, she mechanically broke the barrier despite the pain.

The enchantment that was originally used to protect her and Yi Shugui prevented her from avenging her master and mother.

The enchantment was strong, and she couldn't split it all at once, and her sadness, resentment, and self-blame were broken.

Again, she knew the consequences, but she still couldn't prevent the death of her master and mother!

The people she cared about were desperately protecting her before they died, and how did she repay them?

She is ungrateful, she is not innocent, she is soft on her enemies!

She simply doesn't deserve these people sacrificing for her!

She really wanted to tell them that it wasn't worth it, that it was really not worth it for someone like her.

Why wasn't she the one who died?

After killing Yi Han and Nie Chunying, Feng Yizhi was a little uneasy, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, he approached to observe the barrier as thick as a wall, and there was a faint internal breath flowing on the barrier.

He looked down at his bloodstained hands again, he could feel the inner flow of the two monks who had been cultivating for half their lives in his hands, even if their bones were gone, they were fighting their last strength to save the lives of Bao Yi Shugui and Cen Duxiao.

This...... The enchantment is real!

What's going on?

If it was the illusion trapping technique set up by Qionglin, then the spell that existed in the illusion should be from the same person. No matter how strong she is, she can't forge the moves and spells that everyone uses.

It's like Cen Duxiao can't use the spiritual power from him.

It's like Wangshu losing his spirituality.

Just like Huashan's mountain protection array, it is not a unique sword array of Huashan. As soon as he broke through, he could sense the spiritual power from the heavenly realm.

Therefore, he concluded that it was Qionglin who was casting a spell here.

The illusion of illusion can trap people not because of how rigorous the scene is, but because it can meet the desires of the Chinese magician.

Qionglin used to be Guo Huaiyang, she knew Cen Duxiao, and everyone in Huashan, she could naturally create a Huashan that Cen Duxiao was convinced of.

And Yi Shugui's face as pale as a dead man.

The wide sleeves slipped down on his elbows, and on his raised arm was a long black line that crawled all over his arm like a leaf rhizome.

Is this an illusion or not?

It's puppetry!

Puppetry...... But why does the puppet have a consciousness of its own and can cry endlessly?

Someone resurrected the dead?!

"Of course it's not an illusion here, Fusang Divine Venerable, the rebirth technique of turning fiction into reality, Nuwa didn't teach you?"

The man smiled disdainfully: "Tsk, did Nuwa only teach you how to love a woman who loves you?

He froze, the voice in his head unfamiliar.

Rebirth?

How can a living dead who is restrained by others and obedient to the caster be considered reborn?

It's still dead in essence, dead people without souls!

He suddenly thought of Su Qing, and Su Qing is the same!

She didn't fall into the demon after she died, but was revived by someone using the so-called rebirth technique?

The man cast a spell to disguise his voice, and he couldn't tell who he was for a moment.

The man sighed slowly, as if he was very sorry: "I worked hard to resurrect the relatives she cared about, look at you, what have you done? You have killed everyone she cherishes again!"

"You say, how are you going to face her?"

"Shouldn't she hate you? What right do you have to hate her?"

It was almost dawn, and it was dark, and there was no sun, as if it would never come out again.

The Wind looked around, swept up the treetops, and looked for the person who spoke, and the group scattered in shock.

But he could only see a pool of blood on the ground, silently accusing him of tyranny.

If it was Qionglin or the Heavenly Emperor, there was no need to hide the sound at all!

Their hostility towards him was already on the surface, so why should they pretend?

Who is it? Who the hell?!

Cen Duxiao helped Yi Shugui who had fainted back to the room.

With her unremitting efforts, the barrier slowly thinned like paper, and she slashed the last sword, and the barrier shattered suddenly.

"I'm going to kill you!" she trembled, her teeth aching.