"Nine Ghosts, Heavenly Gods and Demons,

With my blood, I will sacrifice it.

Three lives and seven lives, forever fallen into Yama,

It's just for love, although I don't regret it. ”

A long chant rang out among the crowd, clear, ethereal, the voice of a woman.

Baguio, who was beside Su Yang, rose into the air, and the acacia bell on his waist was constantly trembling.

It has a special sound, a special demonic nature, and it is extremely special in everyone's ears.

In the empty sky, a green light appeared, dazzling and colorful, like a fairy flower that had not yet bloomed.

Everyone was stunned, and the ghost king even stopped his hand in the air, and the expression on his face froze, this is an ancient spell in the Demon Sect, and everyone here has heard of it.

They never expected to see it at this moment.

The three wonderful fairies of the Hehuan Sect burst out of their eyes, this is an infatuation spell, it is rumored that it was a peerless genius of the Hehuan Sect back then, and it was also created by the sect master of the Hehuan Sect, Mrs. Jin Ling.

In order to follow the person she loves, she created this secret method that uses herself as a medium, with three souls and seven spirits, and the great wish of eternal life and eternal reincarnation in the future, to seek strength from heaven and earth, and to exert the strength of the heavens and the sky.

The price is that there will be no recovery, and you will never be reincarnated in hell, and you will not even have a chance to be reborn.

But the strength that can be borrowed is huge, and there is definitely the strength to be able to carry all this, but Baguio himself ......

There are not many souls under the sword of Zhu Xian, and now Baguio has put himself in it.

The Ghost King just opened his eyes, and there was no sadness to show out, but everyone could feel the hatred in his eyes.

"Is it worth it?"

The ghost king said softly, only the green dragon on the side could hear it, and he glanced at the ghost king deeply.

"Maybe her choice is right, but what is wrong, I have no right to interfere."

The Ghost King let out a long sigh, and he suddenly felt a little tired.

Youji slowly raised her head and saw the figure of the moral unhesitating, like, too similar, like herself back then.

It's just that he is trapped by love, but he wants to separate the two under the poisonous curse that is written.

Jin Ling is crisp and bloodthirsty, but infatuated but ruthless and bitter, bitter all his life.

In the future, Mrs. Jin Ling will also think the same way for the black-hearted old man, she can give up her life and everything she loves for the person she loves, she is a famous proud daughter of the sky, and she has left a great reputation in the entire demon path, and the power of the Hehuan Sect has also reached its peak in her generation.

Who can blame you for falling in love with someone you shouldn't love? Did she regret it too?

For the infatuation, she gave up everything she had, created this infatuated blood curse, and drew an end to the legend of her life.

Baguio's figure rose into the air and turned into a rain of light, like petals withering away, making people break their bowels.

The blood in the sky gathered like a long river, and finally flowed to the seemingly invincible light.

Under the sword of Zhuxian, the light and rain fall like cherry blossoms.

"It's beautiful."

A lazy voice sounded in the air, and Mai's figure stood in the air, looking at the light and shadow like a blood mist.

"Okay, I've seen enough of the play, and the little guys are also doing well, so it's better to use less of these vicious blood curses."

Su Yang smiled indifferently.

At this moment, although his light is not so dazzling, and he is even just like an ordinary old man next door, he is like a god in the eyes of everyone, especially the eyes that do not put everything in their eyes.

It was as if the whole world was so small and humble in his eyes, and he was as high as the Nine Heavens God.

"Three lives and seven lives, forever fallen into Yama, just for love, even if you die without regrets, how good it is, where to find such love, I didn't understand your love before, I suddenly understand a little now, but there is still no one worthy of me to do this." Su Yang chuckled and looked at the two of them with interest.

Zhang Xiaofan was agitated with a whole body of breath, and he was ready to face the Zhuxian Sword head-on.

Even if they were as strong as the Ghost King and others, they were extremely embarrassed by the Zhuxian Sword, and even suffered a lot of injuries on their bodies.

And this is a targeted blow from the head of Dao Xuan, it is not scattered, even he is not sure, but it is far greater than the price of this infatuated blood curse, this price is too great.

Why is this happening? Although I can't defeat this Immortal Ancient Sword, but I won't be completely killed under one blow, we still have a chance, why?

Zhang Xiaofan's brain was buzzing, is it really worth it if he has to do this? For him, Baguio is just a good memory in his heart, worth cherishing for a lifetime.

There is a difference between righteousness and demons, as long as he is slightly involved with the devil, it is a big crime, even if he no longer has so many thought constraints, he doesn't know what his feelings for Baguio are, he is very vague about everything, but now everything Baguio has done for him has touched his heart.

Maybe she really loves herself, but she is stupid and doesn't realize it.

There must be a way, definitely.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the thin figure, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, but in the light of the Immortal Sword and the Infatuated Blood Curse, he stood tall, and he didn't even blow the corners of his clothes.

Su Yang pushed towards the infatuated blood spell, a soft light combined all the flowers and rains, and the outline of a figure loomed.

"That's all I can do."

Su Yang raised his hand slightly, and a jasper box appeared in his hand, sucking the figure in.

"After three years, she'll be able to recover."

Su Yang said slowly, and threw the box to Zhang Xiaofan, who was still below, with a complicated expression.

Mourning is greater than heart death, Zhang Xiaofan's already dead heart reactivated, looked at Su Yang, and returned with a grateful smile.

"What a nice laugh."

Su Yang looked at Zhang Xiaofan and smiled slowly.

"The right way, the devil's way."

Su Yang turned his head to look at the seven-colored Zhuxian sword, it was powerful, it was like a silver waterfall cut down from the nine heavens.

If you talk about the whole world, there should be few people who can take this powerful light, and the people of Dao Xuan know Zhang Xiaofan's strength, and he is also ready to kill under one blow.

This Immortal Sword is the condensation of countless sword qi that it gathers, which is far more terrifying than the sword rays that were either scattered or condensed just now.

Su Yang's slow punch burst out, accompanied by boundless thunder, exploded above the nine heavens, between heaven and earth, the wind rose in an instant, and a black cloud made everyone's hearts depressed.

The fist falls, the sword is broken, and the sword is destroyed!

The debris scattered all over the Qingyun Gate, either planted in the ground, or completely reduced to a piece of debris.

(End of chapter)