The towers collapsed, and a huge crack was made in the ploughing of the ground. The sword disappeared into the bottomless earth, and the sudden crack was like a heavenly hand tearing the ground apart.

Dust and blood were mixed and splashed together, Xia Wuji turned into two halves and fell softly, there was no room for struggle, and his eyes were still wide before he died.

Loulan was Shidie's favorite place, and all her memories were recorded here. But until the end, she begged Ye Lingyu to take her away, as long as it wasn't here, she could go anywhere. Such a heavy pain, why should that simple-minded girl bear it.

Ye Lingyu looked at Xia Wuji's corpse indifferently, and then changed his hand and collected Nangong Yun's body into the Qiankun Ring.

Huang Er's eyes stared directly at the Flowing Fire Edge in Ye Lingyu's hand, and at the same time looked at the Feathered Serpent.

This knife is not ordinary, he can feel it, and it is definitely not comparable to a four-grade or five-grade spiritual weapon. The sharpness on the blade even made him feel creepy, obviously the sharpness of this weapon had been forged to the extreme, and the fixed form had been transformed into a certain artistic conception, and a sharp charm naturally emanated. I don't know which smith wrote such a superb weapon.

Except for this knife, that magic pet is even more unimaginable.

At that moment, Ye Lingyu crossed him and came to Zao Wou-Ki. Huang Er, with the cultivation of the two layers of the ground level, couldn't see his movement trajectory.

It's not that I can't see clearly, but I can't see it, there is no blurry afterimage at all, as if that time was cut out alive.

"The power of space. His lips flare slightly, and he makes a subtle sound.

He was a well-informed person, and of course he wouldn't think that Ye Lingyu's speed was so fast that he couldn't even see it, so the only explanation for this was the power of space.

Of course, Ye Lingyu doesn't have the power of space, and the one with the power of space is obviously that magic pet.

A demon pet with innate ability, Huang Er licked his lips. This kind of thing is simply hard to come by, let alone spatial ability. Spatial ability is extremely rare among all innate abilities, and one of the hundred spirit beasts with innate ability may not be a spatial attribute.

First the spiritual weapon that can accommodate the living, then the black knife, and then the demon pet, so many good things are all concentrated in one person, how good luck this person should be. However, no matter how lucky he is, these things will still be in his hands after all.

The corners of Huang Er's mouth couldn't help but curl.

However, he still has a problem that he is not sure about, that is, he does not know how to monopolize all these things. He was very excited about any of these things, and naturally he didn't want to share them with Crazy Wanxiong, but with so many people present, he was embarrassed to take them all in his pocket, even if he secretly got it, if someone told Crazy Wanxiong in the future, then he still had to hand it over.

The anger of the mad man, that is not something he can bear.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he wrapped his voice with spiritual power and reached Ye Lingyu's ears: "Boy, do you want to live?"

"Why do you have to die if you can live?" Ye Lingyu turned his back to him and turned his head slightly.

"Since you want to live,

I'll give you a way out. Huang Er smiled sinisterly, "I don't care about you if you behead this person, and I can even let you and the woman leave for a while, but before that, you have to give me the spirit weapon, the black knife, and the demon pet in front of everyone." ”

It's not the loot, it's someone who gave it to him, so that Mad Wanxiong has no reason to come and rob him again.

Everyone needs to divide the spoils equally, but if it is given to him, it is his personal thing, and even if others make trouble, he can stand up to it.

Ye Lingyu ignored him and slowly flew to the ground.

"Boy, I gave you a chance, if you don't want to die, give me a little acquaintance. ”

As he spoke, he used his divine sense to lock on to Ye Lingyu and the Feathered Serpent, worried that they would use the Spatial Technique to escape again. As long as the Feathered Serpent makes a move, he will not hesitate to make a move.

However, his worries were unnecessary, Xiao Hei could no longer take Ye Lingyu through the void.

It turned back into a small snake at this moment and burrowed into Ye Lingyu's clothes.

"Lord, I've done my best, and you'll have to do the rest on your own. ”

Its body curled up in a ball, and then it didn't move. Crossing the Void twice would also be a great burden on it, and it should not be useful, at least for a short time.

Just as Huang Er was lobbying, a person suddenly rushed out of the Loulan soldiers who were being detained. The man was dressed in the clothes of a Loulan soldier, covered in blood, one arm was gone, and hot blood was still dripping from the broken cuffs.

Although the soldiers of Loulan were captured, a small number of them did not surrender, and these people were tortured, and the arm that this person lost was cut off one by one.

He was already desperate, but when he suddenly saw Huang Er and knew that this person was one of the leaders of the tempest, he rushed up like crazy.

He roared with rage, and when he rushed into the crowd, he was already determined to die. He would rather die like a warrior than be tortured to death.

It's a pity that his cultivation is only Yellow Steps, and when he rushed up, others just looked at him playfully, and didn't stop him, allowing him to rush to the center of the crowd. All the people present were the top combat power in the wind, and a yellow step rushing towards it couldn't set off the wind and waves.

I don't know who it was, he tripped under his feet, he had already fallen before he could rush to Huang Er, and rolled on the ground several times until he rolled next to Ye Lingyu.

Ye Lingyu looked back, but found that the man with a tiger's back had already burst into tears. Blood mixed with tears painted his face a layer of blood red.

On the battlefield, his head could be broken and blood could flow, but when he got here, this big man was crying profusely.

"You pay me back Loulan...... Yes...... You return my home, you return my people......"

The sound of war drums, the neighing of horses, the familiar sounds were no longer audible, only the heart-rending cries of despair.

I don't know who snickered in the crowd, and then snickered more and more.

These are the victors, they are the ones who march on the corpses of the enemy, those who have long been defeated are weeping before them, and there is nothing more comical in the world than this

Is it?

The man with the broken arm dug his fingers into the mud, pounded the ground hard, beat his chest, and the night wind howled, but it couldn't hide the cry.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

Even if his arm was cut off, he never screamed like that.

"Save Loulan...... Who's going to save Loulan. ”

The iron-boned man looked up to the sky and screamed.

He had a wine bag hanging from his waist, which was the favorite liquor of the Biansai soldiers. The sacs were emptied, and the fiery liquor mixed with blood and sand poured into his mouth.

The liquor turned into his last courage, he threw the wine bag and rushed towards Huang Er with a roar. The weapons he had with him had long since been confiscated, and all he could use was an iron fist and a mouthful of blood-stained teeth.

If these weapons can be used, he is willing to use them to tear off a piece of flesh from his enemies.

Huang Er stretched out his hand and pointed, and a beam of spiritual power fell, piercing his chest. The sac fell to the ground, and his burly body slowly fell.

In the end, he failed to touch the enemy, and even courage could not bridge the gap between the two.

The ground was stained red with blood, and the people had gone.

The cold wind swept through the collapsed body, and also swept the hem of Ye Lingyu's clothes.

Ye Lingyu watched this scene quietly, and then raised his hand to toast.

The wind has changed.

On the city wall that had not collapsed, the silent banner was stirred up by the wind again, and the sound of the whirring wind was like the roar of thousands of troops, and the night that had been silent for a long time gradually became restless.

Ye Lingyu slowly took a step and walked towards the man. Most people didn't understand what he meant, until Ye Lingyu covered his unclosed pupils with his hands, and then in front of everyone's eyes, the man stood up again.

The big hole in his chest was still there, the blood was still dripping, he was already dead, but such a dead man fell crookedly and got up again, and there were two dark purple halos in his eyes.

With an unresolved grudge, he returned from Senro's Hell.

No one knows why, the resurrection of the dead is unheard of. But the man came to life right under their noses.

Invisible fear spread among the crowd, no matter how high their cultivation was, after seeing this scene, they were all afraid and subconsciously retreated.

An open space gradually became vacant around Ye Lingyu, and in this clearing, there was a rustling sound, and then, one by one, Senbai's arms stretched out from under the ground.

"What's the matter!" At this time, even Huang Er was no longer calm, and took several steps back one after another, shouting in his mouth.

I saw a white skeleton burrowing out of the ground, and they crawled out of the grave with the breath of death, like a corpse.

What power can control life and death?

Huang Er thinks he is a well-informed person, but he has lived all his life and has never heard of such a strange thing.

Could it be that this kid did it? Who is this man sacred?

There were more and more white bones, some of them came out of Ye Lingyu's feet, and some of them came out of the crowd, and there were two or three hundred of them.

When these white bones appeared, they moved closer to Ye Lingyu's direction

。 Their steps were stiff, and their mouths made small noises, like some kind of scream.

The night was cool, but everyone was sweating profusely. Huang Er saw a white bone walking towards him, and his heart was cold.

"Get out of here!" he shouted, his robe swinging, striking at the bones, scattering them alive.

This thing was so weird, and his heart was pounding.

However, after he made a move, he vaguely found that these skeletons were not strong, at best they were the strength of ordinary people, and he could break them with just a wave of his hand. If it is really only this level, then there is nothing to be afraid of, two or three hundred ordinary people, it is nothing at all, any one of them can deal with it.

But as soon as he calmed down his mentality, his eyes suddenly widened, and a scene he would never have imagined was happening in front of him.

The white bone that was shattered by him actually moved slowly, and then put it back together, but in Sumeru, it turned back into a complete white bone and slowly walked to Ye Lingyu's side.

(End of chapter)