Even Yang Bingling's own body was persuading Yang Bingling: "Sleep, sleep, if you fall asleep, you won't be sad or painful, and you will be liberated."

Yang Bingling couldn't struggle with her body, but the crying of the baby that kept on holding Yang Bingling's active senses was dead, and gradually a male voice came: "Okay, the time is up, if you delay it any longer, it will be delayed." The coaxing and appeasement in her voice are what Yang Bingling hates the most.

Huang Li held a knife in his hand against Wen Xin's eyebrows, such an ancient resurrection spell wood was already extremely evil, Qingwen stared at Huang Gao's movements under the altar, regardless of the burning in his chest, rushed to the altar with all his strength and used his last strength to use Qingwen's most proud peerless Netherworld Wind Blade.

Huang Li looked at Qingwen who rushed up, the disdain at the corner of his mouth was so obvious, just a slight effort, Qingwen, who had been rushing forward just now, was pressed to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this scene, Huang Li shouted in his heart, but it was too late Huang Li Kankan withdrew his arm, and the sharp knife in his hand was directly cut in half by the Phantom Wind Blade, and even the altar had a long wind blade incision.

Huang Li looked at the sharp knife that was broken in half, a pair of peach blossom eyes could spew fire, and he held Wen Xin in his hand regardless of the struggle of the baby girl, as if he was going to pinch Wen Xin to death like this.

Qingwen was in a hurry, and he desperately shot the last wind blade, because Qingwen knew that the knife was the most important thing for Huangli, and only by using that knife to dissect Wenxin's body could Wenxin's physique be preserved intact, if the knife was lost, Huangli would be equivalent to losing everything, and the woman on the high platform would never have a chance to resurrect.

Qingwen thought that the angry Huangli would rush down and kill him, but Huangli actually attacked Wenxin, Qingwen's signs of life were passing rapidly, at this moment Qingwen seemed to see a light, and it flashed in front of his eyes, Qingwen only felt that his hand sank, and there was a soft and cute little thing in his arms.

There were dozens of men and women standing in front of him, led by the old man who gave him the Stygian Ding. The old man said strongly: "Please return the sacred relics of our clan, the Linglong Ring, and this seat can leave you a whole corpse."

The person is old, but his tone is not restrained at all, and even more so Huang Li, who is standing on the altar, Huang Li's eyes flashed with panic, and he squatted down in front of everyone and picked up the silver knife on the ground. "You are all guests here today, if it is good, I will naturally treat you with courtesy, if you are here to harm my good things...... Don't blame me for being unkind. ”

The tip of the knife still had the blood between Wen Xin's forehead, and he was swept into his mouth by Huang Li, looking full of enjoyment: "Give me that child, and I will return the Linglong ring to you, otherwise even if you search the ends of the earth, don't want to see the broken ring, yo, don't move, why do you plan to bully too many people?"

The old man stopped his disciples from wanting to rush up and kill Huang Li, and said with a smile: "Huang Li Prince has misunderstood, it has never been our style to bully more and less, Yiming, you and Huang Li Prince have a discussion, and see the effect of your thoughts in the past few years." The smile is as warm as the warm sun at the end of autumn, and the heart of the person who shines is warm, but the words that come out are not.

The person in the crowd dressed like a disciple immediately stood up, although he suppressed his eyes and mood and did not look at Yang Bingling on the high platform, but his eyes were uncontrollably and secretly aimed at Yang Bingling, and Huang Li laughed: "Ten old acquaintances from the source, I don't know if my old friend has grown recently, if it is still the kid who can only play with scrolls before, I advise the old friend not to interfere, so as not to embarrass your sect."

Qiu Yiming's impetuousness on his body was exhausted, but his arrogance became more and more obvious: "Coincidentally, I'm still the same as before, just a hairy boy who can play scrolls, not as good as Brother Huangli, and now I have begun to play with human life." The smile on the old man's face deepened a little, and the old man had always been conniving at Qiu Yiming.

"This time, you are begging me to come, I will give you this opportunity, if you don't return the person you want to save, then we will only take the Linglong ring and go back." The old man was like watching a game for such a competition, and even more so for the lives of Yang Bingling's family of three.

Qiu Yiming didn't say much and stood on the armrest, his eyes slowly closed, this action completely angered Huang Li, as a person who has been the same for a long time, such contempt almost drowned out all of Huang Li's reason, Qiu Yiming seemed to feel that he couldn't use it: "Brother Huang Li, teach me personally."

Please teach three words to say that I really can't hear it in Qiu Yiming's mouth in the past, this is after Qiu Yiming faced the wall, he was beaten by the old man all at once, the old man hoped that Qiu Yiming would become a respected chivalrous man like his father, but this proud son of heaven who everyone was optimistic about grew into a gangster who was his father's opponent.

Where is the old man willing, Qiu Yiming has suffered a lot for this, and finally became what the old man wants, not impatient, not hurried, everything is relaxed and strategic, this is the perfect image in the minds of many people, in Qiu Yiming's original words: "I have lived as the envy of others, and no one has ever asked me if I like such a cookie-cutter thing."

Let's say that now Huang Li is doing the same trick again, such a tried and tested move Huang Li seems to have been used to it, and the moment the water polo shot, the longbow was full of which arrow he shot Qingwen just now, this arrow even the old man next to him frowned, and inadvertently pinched the enchantment in his hand, if there is any accident, he must protect Qiu Yiming's safety.

Before the water balloon landed on Qiu Yiming, Huang Li's arrow had already come out of the string, and everyone saw that the things that came straight to Qiu Yiming one after the other disappeared in front of Qiu Yiming, such a weirdness Even the old man couldn't help frowning, and then Huang Li stood motionless in place with dull eyes.

Everyone is obviously so, because Qiu Yiming didn't even move his fingers, if he can cure the Huang Li who almost killed Ejiao, then this Huang Li is too vulnerable, everyone guessed that Qiu Yiming used the scroll to depict the environment and trapped Huang Li, but no one saw Qiu Yiming touch the scroll.

Qiu Yiming still stood with his eyes closed and his armrests closed, without raising his eyelids, Huang Li had been standing in place for nearly five minutes, in this case, if Qiu Yiming planned to take Huang Li's life, it could almost be said to be easy.

Huang Li stood in place like a fool, everyone felt that Qiu Yiming had won this time, and it was easy to win without effort, only Qiu Yiming himself knew his true situation now, and said that Huang Li couldn't move, and he just couldn't move, and Qiu Yiwu could almost be said to be trying his best to endure now, not to mention that it was a little difficult to even stand, if the scroll was pulled casually, it would be able to exert its power, then people all over the world would not go to learn the scroll, and what to do.

The more powerful the scroll, the more powerful the formation is, and such a powerful formation requires a large amount of spiritual power from the formation mage, as well as extremely strong mental control, and it is by no means a simple pull of the scroll.

Qiu Yiming did open a scroll, and it was opened quietly from the moment he entered here, the old man's meaning Qiu Yiming understood, the old man just wanted to see how Qiu Yiming's current cultivation was, otherwise he would not have called Qiu Yiming to fight when Qiu Yiming wanted to save Yang Bingling and used the scroll when he came in.

Qiu Yiming's performance directly affects the mood of the old man, and the mood of the old man directly affects the result of the rescue activity that Qiu Yiming has worked so hard to beg, it is precisely because Qiu Yiming understands that he works harder, and the rescue of Yang Bingling cannot be lost, Qiu Yiming is now the limit, imagine what a terrible existence Qiu Yiming should have if this is a team battle.

Qiu Yiming looked at the old man as if asking for help, he really couldn't hold on, the old man turned his head and turned his eyes: "Can't hold on?"

Qiu Yihao retracted his pitiful eyes, such an intimate interaction almost made the people around him crazy with jealousy, and said in his heart: "I don't know what is good about this Qiu Yiming, it's just the widow of a madman, and the master values it so much." Even if it is so, it does not necessarily lead to breaking the Linglong Ring, the futility of a foolish person. ”

The corners of his mouth and eyebrows are full of jealousy, but if this luck befalls him, maybe this person who is now so jealous that he goes crazy will run away like a tiger chasing after him.

Qingwen was pierced by an arrow and is now dying, leaning on the tree on the side, Wenxin is lying on Qingwen's body, pinching Qingwen's beard that is not long or short, and he doesn't know that the person he is naturally close to is about to leave this world.

Everything for everyone is in the illusion that Qiu Yiming knotted, Qiu Yiming struggles in his heart, as a rival in love, Qiu Yiming really doesn't want to care about Qingwen's life or death, not to mention being pierced through his heart by an arrow, such a situation, even if he is distracted and saved, there is no way to save it.

Qiu Yiming thought of the old man's ardent expectations again, he had not taken half a step out of the cave in the past ten years, and the outside world seemed to be thinking about it, but in fact, it was the cultivation time that the old man had won for himself, but the supreme position of the sect master that everyone coveted was not what he liked, and it was not even as important as the woman's bright smile.

There is not enough time for Qiu Yiming to think about it before making a decision, he can only be at the limit of his body, and still divide a wisp of his mind to keep Qingwen's breath, and comfort himself in his heart that it is good to leave the last goodbye to Yang Bingling, but this distraction made the spiritual power, which was already somewhat unsupplied, completely cut off for a breath, so that the addicted Huang Li woke up instantly.

"The illusion of the little junior dares to run rampant in front of me, old man, I think you should do it yourself, he really can't do it." Huang Li's junior who seems to be smaller than himself can be said to be merciless, and even the eyes that look at the old man are a kind of look at his grandson.

After finishing speaking, his eyes blinked slightly, and a pale pink energy vibrated around, and the surging energy gathered together and rushed towards Qiu Yiming, who had no time to reflect.