So they have worked so hard to get here, and there is no use for them. Watching Mama Ye throw the seal in her hand, the other ghosts were all puzzled. At that moment, the seal formed a hollow, and a bubble was created, which began to suck in a spirit, and she was teleported out.

After that, the seal was about to be closed, and a look of despair appeared on the faces of countless ghosts. At this moment, the sky was flooded with a golden light, and countless lines fell from the sky, just blocking the exit of the seal, and the next moment a magical scene happened, the seal mouth was actually re-supported by the silk thread, and formed a golden channel. As the golden threads stretched in, the hellfire began to freeze, and the whole incense was frozen at this moment. Those souls were no exception, and then Mama Ye turned around and yelled at those stunned ghosts: "Why are you still stunned, rush in to save people."

With an order, the ghosts rushed into the golden passage together, and they gathered the hundreds of unjust souls together in the still incense, like picking up pieces of paper, and then rushed out of the altar under the leadership of Mama Ye.

Just when the ghost wanted to return to Lingquan Villa, he was stopped by Mama Ye and said, "The little master ordered us to leave here, go to the Valley of Hundred Flowers, and find the flower girl."

"But the master, she," several ghosts asked with great concern.

"The little lord is free to arrange, she must hold on to this static time and space, so that we can buy enough time to leave the first village, now no one should ask anything, we must leave here in the shortest possible time, and then the little lord can take the opportunity to get out" Mama Ye scolded the ghosts behind her with a serious face.

As the doubts disappeared, the ghosts and spirits accelerated together to break through the passages separated by golden apertures of light, and rushed out towards the outside of the first village.

I don't know how long I soaked in the spiritual spring, Cui'er's body was soft and wanted to sleep, only then did she realize that her consumption of Huang power this time was too serious, and she couldn't support it.

However, in order for Mama Ye to be able to run farther, she would rather faint than hold on.

At the last moment when she disappeared consciousness, she seemed to hear the sound of a flute from far away, and that was their agreement.

The next moment, Cui'er fell asleep with a smile of satisfaction.

There was not a trace of fear and fear on Cui'er's face, she was very excited, she actually rescued all the unjust souls in the hell incense in one go, this time he would definitely be furious, he would definitely remember himself deeply.

With the last shred of a satisfied smile, Cui'er lost consciousness.

Tower of Surreality.

Mu Yixue stood up slowly, her eyes were red and swollen, and there was a tear stain on the corner of her mouth. Although the sloppy immortal had a short contact with her, and it made her feel uncomfortable at first, he taught him the secret of his life, and this teaching made Mu Yixue unable to let go of it no matter what.

For the sloppy immortals, did they soar to the fairy world, or died. Mu Yixue's inner feeling is the same, it all means goodbye.

Mu Yixue took out the piece of warm jade from her arms, put it in her palm, and said softly: "Sloppy master, don't worry, I will definitely cultivate the Qingwan Butterfly Technique, and the Tao is, I will let everyone know that you are an immortal."

Mu Yixue said that the tears fell again, and the tears that had been dry at the corners of her mouth were also wet again.

In the empty sixth-story surreal space, only her desolate cries echoed.

The sound was long, as if it had some kind of vitality that could not be dissipated for a long time. Until it pierced through the seal and landed on the fifth layer, in the ear of the person who was sensing the fluctuations of the Demon Sound Fairy in front of the entrance to the underworld. He opened his eyes suddenly, and a dark green killing intent emanated from the depths of his pupils.

Second Life stood up suddenly, and in an instant a black spiral circled around him, until it formed a deconstructed body that reached the sky, and he began to stride towards the sixth layer of the Surreal Tower.

Wreckage, bloody corpses.

Hai'er struggled to move her steps, crushing the flesh and blood of the slave, as if walking on a swamp.

Blood ran down the corner of his forehead, and it was impossible to tell if it was his, or if it was the enemy's.

Hai'er was very tired, and the pain all over his body, as well as the exhaustion of three days of fighting, made him on the verge of collapse.

He poked hard, stabbed the long knife in his hand into the trunk of a large tree, and with the help of the supporting force, his body snuggled up to the tree, gasping for breath.

The vigilance of hundreds of years of killing made him wary even in times of need.

Even though there was no living thing to hear within a hundred feet behind him.

The whole forest was as silent as death, and a thick smell of blood filled the jungle.

Hai'er forcefully pulled out a jade bottle and poured some white liquid into her mouth.

Hai'er stared at the jade bottle in her hand, her eyes a little distracted. He still remembered that this jade vase was given to him by his mother on his seventh birthday.

At that time, my mother was very nervous and said, "Every drop in this is a good medicine for life, don't use it indiscriminately."

Hai'er was still a little skeptical of his mother's words, but after he left alone, he deeply realized the spirituality of this jade bottle.

Every time Hai'er was seriously injured, he would take out a jade bottle and drop a few drops of white liquid into his mouth, and finally his injury was miraculously recovered.

This time, Hai'er was more seriously injured than ever, and he didn't know if the bottle of liquid had any effect.

Hai'er swallowed the spiritual liquid, and sat down cross-legged against the trunk of the big tree, his body still in a state of being ready to protrude at any time.

Hai'er glanced around vigilantly, and after making sure that no one was following him, he closed his eyes weakly and exhaled a deep breath of turbidity.

As the liquid entered the body, Hai'er's face gradually turned from pale to rosy, and then his breathing accelerated, and there seemed to be a heat flow in his body that was about to break through the muscles and rush out.

Haier knew this feeling very well, and he did not feel pain, but enjoyed it. Especially when the heat hit his wound, it immediately formed a scar on the outside of his muscle. Although the process was a little painful, Hai'er felt a joy of re-recovery.

It's just that this time the liquid didn't last long before it lost its heat, and Hai'er's injuries only recovered thirty percent. This made Hai'er very depressed, so she picked up the jade bottle and poured it again.

This time, Hai'er had already swallowed twice the amount before, and if it weren't for the crisis, he wouldn't dare to take the liquid over. Using his previous experience after overtaking a single amount of liquid, he knew exactly what the consequences would be if he took the risk of swallowing a double amount. But compared to the pursuers behind him, Hai'er couldn't care so much.

When the liquid enters the body, it turns into molten slurry that burns bones and skin, which immediately makes Hai'er's cheeks red, and the corners of his mouth are cracked and textured.

His eyes also became bloody and red, as if he was drunk.

However, this extreme pain also had the unexpected benefit of healing his injuries at a visible rate.

When his external wound was completely closed, the heat rushed into his internal organs, and at this moment, Hai'er's body bent and bent, as if it was a lobster being grilled, and his whole body was convulsed, almost burned by the flames in his body. At this moment, a cold voice came over and said: "Little bastard of the fire fox, I didn't expect your brute strength to be so strong, and you actually thwarted the three major protectors of this young master, but even if you are powerful today, it will be difficult to escape this jungle."

As he spoke, a young man wearing a red cloak and riding a tall war horse walked slowly, followed by several guards with grim faces.

Hai'er struggled to straighten up, staring at the guard beside the warrior boy opposite with red eyes, and immediately understood that those armored warriors just now were sent by them.

Hai'er had never met this man before, nor had he crossed paths with him, and he couldn't understand why he was chasing him so much. In the battle with Minu just now, if he hadn't killed these armored warriors in the end, he would never have been defeated, let alone injured so badly.

Although those beautiful slaves consumed a lot of Hai'er's spiritual power, they were finally killed by him and the ghosts.

The young man sneered and urged the war horse to approach Hai'er step by step, and the armored warriors beside him also waved their swords, ready to pounce. Hai'er knew very well the terrifying combat power of these armored warriors, and if he was not injured, he would still have a chance to escape. But at the moment, the probability of him escaping is almost zero.

Hai'er is an experienced hunter, naturally he knows the situation he is in, he must not back down at present, once he retreats, he will lose the last trace of life, his only way out is to fight these people head-on, even if they are cut into meat sauce in the end, he will never take a step back.

Hai'er's stubborn eyes glanced at it, and he immediately pulled out the long knife from the trunk of the tree, and with a pile of toes, his body ran fast like a cheetah.

Speed, or speed. For Hai'er attack, there is only one word, and that is fast.

Hai'er's body spun rapidly, and finally almost turned into a vague phantom, such agile skills, even young people did not dare to meet it head-on.

He waved his hand indifferently, and suddenly five or six armored warriors around him rushed out.

Blades, chains, armor, clangling.

In the blink of an eye, the two hands were handed over together, and the sword light spread throughout the jungle in blood light. No one looks down on Chu, that knife is his own, and that blood mark is the enemy's. In short, there is a knife light everywhere, and there are pictures of blood spattering everywhere. Nothing could stop Hai'er in his advance, and he was like a mad tiger, roaring and wielding a long knife, charging through the body of an armored warrior. Blood flowed down his ghostly cheeks, as well as large chunks of flesh, and his eyes radiated a primal ferocity through the blood.

The young man sitting on top of the war horse beast, when he saw these eyes, his face changed color for the first time, and he didn't know why, and he had a layer of goosebumps on his body. There is even an urge to give up everything and run away, but the young man is also a ruthless person, and he can usually be described as a figure in the family who can decide life and death. How could he be frightened by a pair of eyes, so he jumped up and pulled out the family's hidden artifact, the Dazzling Bone Sword. A blood-red sword shot out from his palm, and hit Hai'er's chest from a hundred feet away, and with a muffled snort, a blood splatter spurted out.

However, this sword did not resist Hai'er's momentum, and he still roared and lunged forward. It's just that the wound in his chest, which was not repaired by the heat in his body this time. Strangely, it seems that the wound itself has a kind of anti-phagogue power, preventing the repair of the heat in the body.

Hai'er wasn't actually crazy, he was just trying to vent the raging heat in his body, and if he didn't have enough injuries on his body to be repaired, the result would be to burn all his internal organs to ashes. So Haier had to be injured, and the more the better.

Just now, those armored warriors defused nearly thirty percent of the heat for him, and before they saw that they were about to relieve the heat in his body, the young man finally made a move. The artifact in his hand caused Hai'er an injury that could not be healed. This shocked Hai'er, and he raised his head to stare at the flying sword in the young man's hand, and looked at it for a long time before retracting his gaze. He finally understood why his wounds could not heal, it turned out that the bone sword itself had some kind of toxicity, especially the sword qi it ejected, which was even more toxic, and almost all the trees and flowers in the space it passed through withered.

The long knife drew a blood mark from the ground, Hai'er raised his head slightly, he pressed the wound on his chest with one hand to stop bleeding, and with the other hand, poured the power into the long knife, making a series of buzzing sounds.

Hai'er knew that the armored warriors behind him were not terrible, the most terrifying thing was the bone weapon in the hand of the young man in red, if he wanted to escape alive in the end, he had to take the bone weapon in his hand and destroy it alive.

As soon as Hai'er's mind moved, his body rushed up like a cheetah, and the long knife picked up an arc in mid-air, rushing towards the red-clothed young man with a fierce murderous aura.

Chop!

Chop!

Hai'er was single-minded, and slashed at the young man hundreds of times in a row, each of which was with all his strength, and even stimulated the heat in his body.

As for the attacks of the armored samurai behind him, he almost ignored them. When he fell from mid-air, the muscles of his back had been almost mottled. But his eyes were still fixed on the young man's face, and he didn't know if the attack on the ground just now had caused him any damage.

The young man in red trembled with his arm holding the bone sword, and a trace of bright red blood passed along his elbow into the armor and down his chest from the red skin, all of which was well concealed, so that no one could tell that he was injured. The young man in red was shocked, and the sense of consternation he had never felt before made him lose his ability to think for a short time.

The young man in red finally realized that it was a mistake for him to come here to encircle and suppress the black boy, but the matter has come to this point, and there is no way back for him.

The young man in red, his eyes became resolute, and when he stared at Hai'er fiercely, he saw his beast-like crazy expression, and he was covered in wounds, but he was still standing, and even had infinite combat power. This made his newly mustered courage a little discouraged, his eyes flashed rapidly, and countless thoughts quickly flashed in his heart, and in the end, he still did not have the courage to face the beast Hai'er. After all, with his identity, he couldn't bear the end of being defeated by Hai'er, his eyes wandered, and he immediately made the most vicious plan, which was to kill everyone present today and hide from the world.

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