"Brother Yin, what's wrong with you?are you okay!" Sensing Yin Ye's abnormality, Xuehao was immediately anxious, he hadn't left the danger zone yet, although his cultivation was good, he had only surpassed the Holy Realm, if he was discovered by the enemy, how could he leave the Blood Spirit Mountain Range alive with him alone?

Xuehao is arrogant but not a fool, he knows his ability, it seems that he is the main one on this road, but it is Yin Ye who gives advice, his cultivation and means are far from being comparable to him, he has empty ambitions, but he has been pampered since he was a child, and his experience in the rivers and lakes is pitiful, and now he has not really stepped out of the Blood Spirit Mountain Range, and he is still far from the sphere of influence of the Blood Sect, if something happens to Yin Ye, it is really unimaginable.

"It's okay, don't make a fuss, I'll just breathe for a while. Yin Ye endured the severe pain, his voice was hoarse, urging Xue Hao to move on, as he spoke, he took out a jade bottle from the storage wrench, shook out a pill, and opened his mouth.

The whole body of the pill is snow-white, exuding a luster and luster, the fragrance of the pill is condensed but not dispersed, it is not a mortal thing at a glance, the pill melts in the mouth, the medicinal effect overflows to the limbs and hundreds of remains, and a cool meaning suddenly rises in the throat, this coolness invades the heart and spleen, swells to Zhou Tian, and finally converges on the spiritual platform.

The sea of consciousness that was on the verge of shattering was affected, the collapsing fusion slowly subsided, and the burning heat in his brain decreased slightly, Yin Ye felt much better, and his eyebrows were a little relieved. Xue Hao was amazed by the miraculous effect of the elixir, but he also knew that it was not the time to ask, and the two continued to run wildly with the flow of people.

About 150,000 of the 200,000 people rushed here, the rest were intercepted, and some of them regained their consciousness and did not follow forward, and the people who came here, most of the bloodshot in their eyes dissipated, and the consciousness of the people who were left and right by Yin Ye was also rapidly recovering.

Fortunately, there is a vast mountain forest ahead, as long as you enter this primeval jungle and escape under the cover of trees and beasts, the road ahead will be safe for the time being, and you don't need these people as cover, Yin Ye and Xuehao's faces showed the joy of escaping from death, but at this time, there was a sudden exclamation from the crowd behind: "Blood Wuji is here!"

The hearts of the two jumped suddenly, Yin Ye only paused for a moment, then quickly sensed that something was wrong, and was about to say something to remind Xue Hao beside him, but Xue Hao had already subconsciously turned his head, and Yin Ye's face was like ashes in an instant: "It's over!"

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Blood Spirit City is in the air, the night sun is sandwiched between the two of them, and they are supported by the clouds and mist, and the light sweeps through the streets one by one, among the guards selected by Li Mingchang, except for Zhang San and Li Si, these two people have the highest cultivation, comparable to the elders of the Demon Kingdom, this matter is moving quickly with the night sun, and the surrounding buildings seem to be torn apart and blurred, which is a manifestation of the extreme speed.

The three of them are moving towards the left city gate at full speed, it stands to reason that they can arrive in a moment, but Yeyang's handsome face does not see any joy, but frowns, to be precise, from the time he saw Wu Yan appear alone in the Peony Pavilion, his face has become very bad, has been gloomy like water, originally a personable son, but now he is like a sick man suffering from depression, and everyone seems to owe him millions of demon crystals!

Careless, or careless! After all the calculations, the Night Highness was one step short of chess, and his heart was full of resentment at this time, resenting the treacherous cunning of the enemy, and even resenting his own arrogance and carelessness.

Whether it was the time when he was in the North Sealing Realm, or the days when he returned to the Demon Realm and returned to the Demon Kingdom, Yeyang was always planning everything with all his heart, step by step, and playing every move. When he was in danger again and again, he was always able to rely on his own calculations, and in the end he turned defeat into victory, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain.

I don't know when Yeyang got used to the feeling of dominating everything and controlling everything, relying on his own wisdom, or cunning, to lay out the paintings, put them to death and come back to life, strategize, turn danger into disaster, and win a victory thousands of miles away.

Yeyang likes to use his own tricks, good at using his own schemes, this is a habit he has developed since he was a child, he lived in the cruel competition of the demon world when he was a child, in addition to his sisters, brothers and sisters and second uncles, surrounded by some extremely dangerous characters, pit abduction and deception in an endless stream, sometimes he was tricked by the bastard second uncle in a different way, he was angry, and he would also try his best to retaliate back.

But after all, it is still their own territory, and no matter how much they fight, they are their own people, so there is room for starting. The Xuan Realm is completely different, and in those days of training, Yeyang can be said to have suffered a lot.

At that time, he was still clever, but in the treacherous rivers and lakes, there was no shortage of scheming enemies, in the eyes of those old rivers and lakes, he was as pure as a little white rabbit, and several times because of his youth and vigor put himself in danger, and in such an environment, calculation gradually became the norm.

After so many years, Yeyang's mind has grown at an alarming speed, and everyone says that he is wise and close to demons, there is no way, whether it was in the past or now, his cultivation is too weak, and if he can't do it, he can only come to Yin.

Yeyang once saw a biography in a certain volume of ancient books that have been circulated for a long time, what is the name of the protagonist of the biography, the people at that time called him the white master, the white lord has been weak and sick since he was a child, and he has no talent for cultivation, but he has amazing wisdom, with terrifying strategy, once set off a bloody storm, the whole world can not escape his calculations, to seek as the way, to the supreme realm.

There are many people who have read this biography, but most of them scoff at this kind of story, and even a few of their best friends don't think so, but Yeyang is convinced of this, and regards the white lord who doesn't know if it exists as a role model, and many times they are targeting him, trying to catch up with him and surpass him.

In fact, it is also the case, Yeyang is young, but in terms of strategy alone, he surpasses most of the older generation of strong people, and when he returns from rebirth, he is a soldier who has made dangerous moves, although he has experienced many twists and turns, but he has achieved the final victory, which is his superiority, but it also inadvertently made him develop this arrogant view, and even thought that everything was running in his own plan.

But think about it quietly, many things are stained with luck, if it weren't for this luck, I am afraid that the consequences would be unimaginable, and it would be almost the same as losing all the plates, and now, it is the lack of this kind of luck, judging from the matter of Blood Spirit City alone, the city of Yinye is obviously much deeper than Yeyang.

His Royal Highness Night has been winning for a long time, and in the face of this sudden defeat, it is no wonder that he behaved like this, for him, this is a heavy blow to the bone marrow, and he fell hard, if he does not adjust in time, he is afraid that the consequences will be very serious, and if he comes through the qi, he realizes something from it, it is also a big opportunity.

On the way forward, Yeyang didn't pay attention to the strange scene around him, his slender willow eyebrows were tight, and his face became more and more pale, there was no doubt that the two of them had escaped from the city, and the top priority now was how to remedy it and let the two escaped prey get into the cage again.

Yeyang no longer wasted time resenting or blaming himself, the chaotic thoughts in his head were running at the speed of light, he tried his best to find useful information for him, new ideas were proposed, and one by one he rejected himself.

All kinds of thoughts are frantically competing and colliding, although Yeyang has tried his best to restore his mind to calm, but it is becoming more and more chaotic, more and more irritable, the sound of chirping almost makes the brain explode, and finally turns into a hoarse roar: "Uh-"

"Poof!" Yeyang hugged his head and roared, a beast-like sound came out of his throat, a mouthful of reverse blood gushed up his throat, blood mist sprayed in the air, and the two people beside him were shocked, and quickly stopped and fell to the ground.

As a mouthful of blood spurted out, Yeyang's body seemed to have lost all its strength, and the two of them let go, and he sat on the ground softly, his head was lowered, his white clothes were stained with dust, his long messy hair covered half of his face, there were still blood stains on the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were no longer shiny, and his mind was blank......

"Your Highness!" the two of them changed their faces in fright, and were about to check his physical condition, but Yeyang let out a hoarse laugh and laughed at himself in a presumptuous whisper: "It's really stupid! It's so stupid that it's useless! It's a loophole, and no matter how hard you struggle, it's a complete waste!"

This is a kind of pain that ordinary people cannot comprehend, it hurts to the bones, it hurts to the heart! Just like a thief without a foot, a blind falcon, a swordsman with a broken hand, just like a painter's beloved work stained with ink, a farmer's hard-working crops are plagued by insects, and he can't find a place to vent!

Yeyang laughed at himself weakly, coughing up blood in his throat, his handsome face was horribly pale, and it seemed that the whole world had become gray, and all kinds of negative feelings came one after another, buzzing in his mind......

The deceased master, the separated sister, the separated Ruoli, the destroyed demon world, the stormy wolf clan, the scenes were repeated in Yeyang's mind, he was burdened with too much pressure, although he seemed to be a fool, indifferent to everything, and even cultivation was a step by step, but once Yeyang recognized the things, he was extremely harsh on himself.

He didn't allow himself to fail in strategy, but unfortunately encountered a stronger opponent, so that it caused incalculable consequences, with his shrewdness, he could predict the huge turmoil that might be caused after the blood spirit holy mine flowed out, internal and external troubles, and fall apart, and he who caused such a situation, but he still had the mentality of playing before!

"I thought I was a saint, but I didn't expect to be a mortal! There is no saint in the world, all people are mortals!" Yeyang said with a crying and resentful voice, looking up to the sky and howling, and let out an unwilling roar, he wanted to be a white lord who had no last resort, but he was defeated miserably in this place, and he never got out of this knot, but fell deeper and deeper, very paranoid, but very realistic, and helpless.