At this point, it's dusk in the outside world. A ray of golden light of the sunset suddenly penetrated into the gray maze, and the maze was split by thunder. The blood feud was struck by lightning and fell to the ground, it was the heavenly thunder that killed the unfilial and rebellious son, and Hu Xianxian couldn't move away.

The lightning snaked like a dragon, as if it was about to tear open the sky. Soon, the second thunderbolt will strike.

After withstanding the first lightning strike, the blood feud was half scorched and half bleeding. He wasn't dead yet, panting with a sneer on his lips.

Hang Wuyi, who was still questioning him just now, was in tears at this time, half-knelt beside him, and hugged him obliquely: "Admit your mistake quickly...... Admit your mistake ......"

The power of the heavenly thunder made the maze vibrate, and those evil spirits and ghosts had the potential to break out of the formation. The wind is blowing, and the screaming sound may really cause the evil spirits to run rampant.

Hu Xianxian no longer cared about what would happen to the blood feud after the second heavenly thunder fell, and she noticed that they had already surrounded the first courtyard. She summoned the clone and watched carefully.

At the moment when the second heavenly thunder was about to split, there were many unpredictable changes.

The thunder sounded, and Hang Wuyi pounced on the blood feud and hugged him tightly. She didn't know why she did that, she just wanted to do it desperately from the bottom of her heart, she just knew she didn't want him to die.

This second heavenly thunder came more violently, but Hang Wuyi only felt that the earth was shaking, and his whole body was numb, and there was no pain.

She looked around in surprise, only to know that it was Cheng Haofeng who took the thunder. The thunder sounded, and the black smoke that emitted the smell of scorching smell rose up, and the courtyard was originally paved with stone slabs, and the stone slabs were actually split into a small ditch more than three feet long.

Hang Wuyi was stunned, only to see the third thunderbolt slash down again. When Cheng Haofeng undertook the second thunderstorm, his clothes were already scorched, and his arms were burned. At this time, he barely stood still, and flew into the air and raised the Ink Ice Sword diagonally to guide the thunder towards himself.

Lei, who was supposed to slash at the blood feud, slashed at Cheng Haofeng again, and the ink ice sword "dang long" fell to the ground, and he also fell from the sky. When he fell, his body shook, and he fell to his knees, and his knees fell on the stone slab.

Two small pits were knocked out of the slate, and blood instantly gathered in the pits. Hang Wuyi was so shocked that he forgot to cry, let his blood fall to the ground, and ran to half-help Cheng Haofeng.

"Third Master, are you alright? What should I do, what should I do? ”

"It's okay, it's okay...... I've arranged for the rescuers to come to help, and the matter will be settled here. I deserve this, and I need not worry. ”

Cheng Haofeng was in a cold sweat in pain, and his face was scorched by thunder, making the sweat white and black. He riveted all his strength to say these words, to comfort Hang Wuyi, and also to reassure Hu Xianxian.

Hu Xianxian turned her back to them, and didn't see Cheng Haofeng's tragic situation at this time, but she couldn't help but imagine that situation, and her eyes blurred with tears when she thought about it.

She didn't look at his availability, she was killing the enemy with all her might. Erihun personally led He Dengtai and besieged those black-clothed men, zombies, and dry bones.

Those clones mainly attacked zombies, resentful spirits, and the like, while Hu Xianxian's body directly attacked the man in black. Perhaps, killing the living man in black can ignite her fighting spirit.

She has fused with the Huixin Jade Sword, stabbing, wiping, slashing, chopping, slashing, slashing, fighting with the most ruthless moves, the most tricky angles, and the most violent killing heart.

Killing is not the best way to solve a problem, but it is the simplest and most direct way.

Those black-clothed people fled from place to place with Erihun, and the number was already small, and Hu Xianxian was killed a lot in the third courtyard, and after another indiscriminate killing, there were only about ten people left.

These ten or so people no longer attacked, nor did they parry, and all retreated to surround Orihun.

"Hu Xianxian, kill it, kill it! The more people you kill, the heavier the resentment and evil spirit in this maze, and the more powerful it will be to break out of the maze at that time! Orihun laughed strangely, and took the ten or so people to withdraw outside the old mansion.

The best way to despise your enemy is to say nothing, not to have any expressions, and to defeat him directly. That's what Hu Xianxian did, flying sideways, and the imperial envoy Huixin jade sword pierced straight into the middle acupoint of the Ori Hun Body.

The sword light was dazzling, and the black-clothed people who were scared of Hu Xianxian's killing did not block the sword for Orihun, but all retreated together.

Erihun snorted coldly, and the scissor-shaped double knife in his hand met the Huixin Jade Sword.

Just as the two knives clamped the Huixin Jade Sword, Hu Xianxian flew across the top of Orihun's head, landed on his back, raised his foot and kicked him in the waist.

Orihun didn't have time to turn around, and he had already been kicked five times in an instant. He opened his eyes, spurted out two mouthfuls of blood, and fell to the ground.

"You used a few puppets to trick me around, because I relied too much on spiritual power. You're also so reliant on magic weapons that you forget that your hands and feet are the best weapons! Hu Xianxian smiled slyly, ready to jump up and break his backbone.

It was also before the death of this old crocodile arrived, and Hu Xianxian wasted a lost time when he spoke, and this lost time made E Rihun be rescued.

It was Gong Jue who rescued him, Gong Jue never appeared, Hu Xianxian only felt that the red blood mist and black smoke and dust in front of him flashed alternately, and E Rihun disappeared from the ground. She looked up and saw Gong Jue in a black cloak flying away like a black bat.

Orihun is right, the more people die, the stronger the resentment, and those ghosts come like they can never be scattered or destroyed. Just when wave after wave of attacks were blocked, and Hu Xianxian was so tired that his spiritual power was about to run out, he heard the sound of breaking wind frequently.

"Master Hu, please go and rest."

The Fa Xuan swept away a dry bone, and said to Hu Xianxian: "Master Kutan and my senior brother Fa Mou brought people to help Qiao Yuanjun, Cen Daochang, and Suishun They are guarding outside the formation, and those fierce things can't rush out. Qi Dao Chang and the others brought people to fight with me inside and outside, and Hu Shizhu didn't have to hold on anymore. ”

Hu Xianxian condensed a few clones, was able to catch his breath for a moment, and flew into the air to observe the situation.

Outside the Xue family's old mansion, Qiao Chushi and the others were still guarding the position she had arranged before. In addition, there are Kutan with a sweet peach, and Fa Mou with the monks of Shanfu Temple to guard.

Outside the courtyard for the first time, it was Qi Chuluan who led the people of Qionglian Palace and Pi Zhuandao with the Yuanming audience to form a counter-encirclement trend against the remaining black-clothed people, zombies, ghosts, and the like.

The first to enter the courtyard was Fa Shu with Qia Shun, and Ye Saiying, Ruan Wenyue, Tang Wenzhao, who had higher skills in Qionglian Palace, and mud balls rushed in.

Hu Xianxian saw that there were not many people left, so he whistled and reminded He Dengtai that he could leave Orihun.

Then, she fell beside Fa Shu and said, "I will first take them to a hidden place to heal their wounds, and if there is any abnormality, give a loud warning." ”

After the confession, she turned to Cheng Haofeng, picked him up and jumped into the cave. She returned to the courtyard, picked up the blood feud, and placed her in the cave. In the end, he carried the corpse flying on the grass and entered the cave with Hang Wu.

Hu Xianxian only carried general healing medicine in his sleeve, and used his spiritual power to pry open the unconscious blood feud teeth, feed him to take it, and let Hang Wuyi take good care of him.

She gave Cheng Haofeng medicine again, and then exuded aura to caress his knee wounds.

"Don't use up your spiritual energy, our spiritual power is different, and you can only relieve the burning pain by doing this. When the matter here is over, let the sixth junior brother send some medicine from the undersea holy realm, and it will be fine soon. Cheng Haofeng's voice was very low, obviously to comfort her, but she heard the tears falling down.

She asked with a crying voice: "With your skills, you should be able to remove the thunder of the day, how can this be?" ”

"That's the thunder of the unfilial son, of course I can't bear it." He laughed to himself.

"You just refuse to obey your father's arrangement, how can you be considered unfilial?"

"Have you forgotten the noble son who killed his father and son and killed his mother to death? Even if I don't directly add a lightning tribulation to me, it will be difficult for me to resist this lightning strike. ”

As soon as he said this, Hu Xianxian suddenly remembered the origin of the ghost head knife. She sighed in her heart, even if she had died in the thunderstorm in that life, she had not exhausted her sins. If you don't lose anything, you have to repay it all so that you don't lose anything?

"Blame me, blame me, why didn't I think of this...... If I had thought more carefully, and I would have defended the blood feud, you wouldn't have been hurt......"

If she uses her skills to block the thunder, she will not be injured by karma, but she will not be able to withstand the direct shock force. Besides, if she went to block the mines, how could she resist the siege of the Orihun?

Cheng Haofeng just shook his head, Hu Xianxian saw that Hang Wuyi was carefully wiping his face with wine, she saw that Hang Wuyi was very focused, and he would not turn his head to look at other places, so she quietly shook Cheng Haofeng's hand.

Holding his hand and letting his hand be on her heart, her heart that had been hanging was finally put down. Even if he is seriously injured at the moment, it will give her a sense of reassurance.

"It's not that you can't think of it, it's that I deserve it." He knew that the more violent she was, the more uneasy she became, and that only he could soothe her uneasiness.

Her eyes stared at his, and he saw the meaning of doubt in her eyes, and explained to her: "Only by dissolving the evil karma can my skills go to the next level." My own studies are so miscellaneous that I don't know what level I should be, I only know that my cultivation has been stagnant for a long time, and it is difficult to break through. Maybe everything is providential, although he is seriously injured at this moment, the unbreakable shackles have the potential to break through. ”

Hu Xianxian's heartbeat finally calmed down, and he withdrew his hand and hooked her little finger with his little finger. Lean your hands against the backs of your hands, shake them gently, and then close your palms together and your thumbs against each other.

His thumb rubbed her finger lightly, and then hooked her thumb and pressed her fingertip down. His fingertips lingered, his lips pursed at her, and then at his fingers.

In the midst of the ups and downs of her emotions, she was full of tears, and at this time he was clearly using his fingers to tease her. Her cheeks flushed, and she burst into laughter: "It's so bad, it's hurt like this, you still have crooked thoughts......"

"What's the wrong idea?" He pretended to be serious, "I am...... I'm here to let you listen to the voices of Master Kutan and Master Dharma Scheme. ”

The things that can be solved directly by force are almost solved, and it is time to chant the sutra to dispel the anger of grievances. Cheng Haofeng was looking for a good excuse, and Hu Xianxian was completely relaxed.

The sound of Sanskrit singing swirled endlessly, ethereal and ethereal, like the sound of heaven and earth, not the sound of the human voice.

Hu Xianxian secretly thought that when the monks chanted the scriptures, they did not recite the words in a straight voice, but sang vaguely as if they were singing, just to create this wonderful atmosphere, right?

The resentment is really weakening, Cheng Haofeng is not directly in charge of the affairs of the Xue family's old house, and the arrangements he makes are still very thorough.