However, the Yan people have been living here since ancient times, and have become the most convenient tool for the people of the Eight Cities.

"These spars, all of them were brought back by the Yan people, and then they were to be offered to the eight cities of the Ghost Domain?" Pei Yuetong asked.

"Not bad." Yu Baisheng nodded.

Dealing with traitors, Yu Baisheng naturally did not have any sympathy and pity, after all, he was essentially a Shura.

In the eyes of the nobles of the Eight Cities, the Yan people had the same status as the fighting slaves in the arena, but they used them to find spars and tame spirit beasts.

Most of the adult men in the Yan clan are immersed in the barren forest to search for spars, and then offer them to the eight cities of the ghost domain as scheduled, otherwise, the eight cities will come to clear the Yan clan with various reasons.

Today, the Eight Cities have almost regained their ancient strength, and it is easier to deal with a thinly thin projectile tribe than to trample an ant to death. The reason why they still keep the Yan clan is because they have settled here for a long time, they are extremely familiar with the border environment, and the energy is constantly supplied to them what they want, in exchange for the protection of the eight cities.

However, how could a small clan withstand the oppression of the Eight Cities of the Ghost Domain, so no matter how much the Yan Clan sacrificed their lives to meet the requirements of the Eight Cities, this clan still declined at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Pei Yuetong's eyes were cold, and a nameless anger arose.

The ancestors of the Yan clan made mistakes, but as the old saying goes, the sin is not as good as that of future generations, no matter how much the people of the Eight Cities hated the Yan people who escaped from the battle, and they had already experienced the transformation of the galaxy, and now those people in the Eight Cities are tossing and squeezing a small Yan clan to death, and using the Yan people to satisfy their bath hopes, what is the difference between this and the Yan people who were afraid of defecting back then?

She sneered and said to Yu Baisheng: "The descendant of the legendary God of War Shura King Feitian? ”

Doesn't it mean that all the people of the Shura tribe are not afraid of death and are born to fight?

If this is the case, how can he be afraid of the sinister at the boundary of the Heavenly Realm.

Yu Baisheng was slightly stunned, and randomly reacted to the deep meaning of Pei Yuetong's words, and his eyes changed slightly.

Before that, he had never realized that there was something wrong with what Eight Cities was doing.

The situation of the Yan people is their own fault, and it is the punishment of defection from ancient times, and everyone in the land of the ghost realm takes it for granted. But when Pei Yuetong looked at him mockingly as a bystander, Yu Baisheng suddenly realized that the punishment of the Yan clan was really only because of the defection of the Yan ancestors, not their fear of the Heavenly Realm barrier and the degradation of the blood in their bones?

Yu Baisheng's fingertips spasmed, and his lungs were also cold.

Shura collapsed.

Perhaps, the real fall of the Shura clan was not due to the catastrophe of the pure world, as early as when none of them realized it, they had quietly embarked on the road of decline......

In a trance, Zhen Qianhong below suddenly moved.

As if he was looking for something, his dark eyes kept looking around, and finally locked on a little like a falcon.

"So it's here......" Zhen Qianhong hooked his lips slightly, revealing a hint of evil smile, and with a movement of his palm, the Youque knife suddenly appeared.

Not good.

Pei Yuetong looked at Zhen Qianhong's posture, and was shocked in his heart.

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When he came to the Yan Clan, he must have a purpose to come over, maybe he didn't come for the Yan people, but with Zhen Qianhong's appearance of not recognizing the lack of seven feelings now, he will not care about the lives of the people around him when he moves, if this knife is really cut down, all the people of the Yan Clan will be turned into ashes in an instant.

As soon as her thoughts passed, Pei Yuetong immediately made a move that made her helpless.

Just like blocking the knife for Yu Baisheng before, she appeared directly and blocked in front of Zhen Qianhong, intending to directly resist her knife wind.

The next moment when he stood still, Pei Yuetong looked at the sky with some tears in mind.

Once upon a time, Zhen Qianhong was still a Shura king who wanted to regain the glory of the Shura clan and returned to his homeland with all the Shura heroic spirits, but she was a demon girl who was feared by everyone and was secretly cursed by people wherever she went.

But now, what kind of fate did the pit dad turn Zhen Qianhong's kid into a frenzied little white-eyed wolf, who opened the Red Slaughter Village without saying a word, and she, a witch descending demon girl from a head descending master, has become a living bodhisattva who desperately saves people and helps the world?

Pei Yuetong felt that her head hurt, and looking at Zhen Qianhong's gaze, she also revealed a little grievance.

"Is that you?" The next moment, Zhen Qianhong's eyes changed after seeing Pei Yuetong appear, and the long fingers holding Youque tightened a little.

This woman is still alive!

Pei Yuetong met his rare and incredible eyes, and sighed lovelessly, "Yes, it's me." ”

Zhen Qianhong exploded as expected.

Pei Yuetong knew that Zhen Qianhong's seven emotions at this time were missing, and he had no feelings that belonged to normal people, only the instinct to kill and destroy, even if she repeatedly provoked his anger, he might have a strong murderous intent towards himself, but he would not have any excessive reaction.

Unexpectedly, when Zhen Qianhong saw her again, the eyes that were suddenly red with excitement, and the shocked and angry eyes in his eyes, made him look like a young wolf who had been stepped on his tail, which made Pei Yuetong stunned at first, and then laughed unkindly.

Who said that her little cub would only cut people in frenzy in her last life? Isn't this the same emotion as ordinary people?

However, good-looking people are good-looking in most things.

Looking at Zhen Qianhong's bright eyes, red lips and white teeth, Pei Yuetong didn't think he was terrible and dangerous at all, and even felt that such a Zhen Qianhong was beautiful and cute, just like when she first met the little wolf cub who had not yet been weaned when she was a child, she couldn't help but want to reach out and pinch his head and pull his tail, and happily wanted to take such a beautiful thing for herself.

Pei Yuetong has always been a man of action, and he must do whatever comes to mind.

The female devil who was in a trance of beauty had already forgotten what it meant to be reserved, and she threw herself directly towards Zhen Qianhong with a movement of her feet, and directly hugged Zhen Qianhong with her arms open, and even raised her head and wanted to kiss her.

Zhen Qianhong's whole body stiffened by the sudden approaching body temperature, and he subconsciously wanted to tear the woman in his arms apart and throw it out, but the next moment he found that this woman seemed to be born to restrain him, and his cultivation spiritual power had no effect on her, as if she was blocked by something, she couldn't hurt her in the slightest.

Not only that, there seemed to be something strange in her, as soon as she got close to her and touched herself, a strange aura would seep into his limbs and bones, and he would be firmly locked and clamped, and he couldn't break free from this woman, so that she could succeed in his own hands!

Zhen Qianhong was angry like never before.

However, he actually couldn't understand the emotion of anger, so he could only transform this strange emotion into a steady stream of killing intent, and his eyes were red for a while, looking at Pei Yuetong's eyes were so cold that they could almost drip water, and Pei Yuetong was still unconscious, and continued to do whatever he wanted to Zhen Qianhong.

Zhen Qianhong gritted his teeth slightly, the shallow smile on the corner of his mouth became even colder, and suddenly muttered a spell, and an extremely gloomy dead aura immediately appeared on the body of the Youque Dao.

Pei Yuetong only felt a chill in her heart, and before she could react, a powerful force dragged her back, directly dragging her away from Zhen Qianhong, and at the same time, as if something had exploded in the Youque knife, the black mist in the sky swept directly over the Yan clan with a dead air, enveloping the entire Sheltering Mountain into darkness.