The shaman quickly made a move, accurately pressed the lifeline of Gongyi's throat with one hand, and shouted, "Stop." ”

Shangguan Yuchen's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he shot at the shaman's fingers pressed on the lifeline of Gongyi's throat, his eyes were red, and there was a faint murderous intent, and he shouted: "Let go of her, you dare to hurt her for half a point, the people here, this king will not let go of any of them." ”

Ignoring his anger, the shaman's tone was a little mocking: "Seeing that you are so nervous about her, but you are also greedy for life and afraid of death. As I said before, only one of you can live, and since your desire to survive is so strong, then we can only kill her. After speaking, the strength of the fingers that pressed the lifeline of Gongyi's throat increased slightly.

Seeing that the pale face of Gongyi was without a shadow, Shangguan Yuchen was even more angry, but the hand that was slightly raised because of the use of force was put down, and he said in a clear voice: "Let go of her, I will let you deal with it." ”

The shaman glanced at the young man dressed as Miao Jiang around him.

The young man took it and went away, and quickly brought the club.

"Insult the true saint, beat!"

With the priest's order, Shangguan Yuchen suddenly felt a heavy blow to the back of his knee, and then knelt heavily on the ground.

Two Nanzhao men held him down, followed by sticks on his body.

For more than 20 years, according to his noble status, how could he have endured such humiliation? There was some forbearance in his expression, but he no longer made any resistance, and he never made a sound.

It's just that the sound of the sticks hitting people one after another made Gongyi Wuying's heart ache for a while, she struggled strongly, and suddenly found that the acupoints on her body had been unraveled at some point.

When she opened her eyes, she saw at a glance that the former high king was being punished for her at this moment, and she was willing to endure such humiliation, and tears unconsciously welled up in her eyes.

Anger surged in her chest, and she wanted to teach those who hurt him a lesson, but at this moment, she couldn't exert half of her internal strength, and her body was extremely weak, and she almost spit out trembling words from between her teeth: "Stop, I'll die." ”

The sound of the words clearly fell into Shangguan Yuchen's ears, and in just four words, it made him feel as if he had fallen into darkness and his heart flowed into a ray of light again.

With a wave of the shaman's hand, the movement of the stick-bearer's hand stopped.

Shangguan Yuchen broke free from the person who was holding him, got up and rushed to Gongyi Wuying, trying to take her hand.

Her hand was cold and cold, and the moment it touched it, it had made him feel uncontrollable distress, and he just wanted to do his best to warm it, but in an instant, the cold hand had brushed his hand away.

A bitter and weak voice said slowly: "Anyway, now the horizontal vertical is no different from death." ”

He suddenly felt his heart tremble fiercely, raised his eyes, and saw the indifferent and sad look, which was extremely uncomfortable.

How strong should a woman be who can stand proudly? What's more, she is still Liu Lan's god of war. But now she seems to have lost her soul and has no life.

I saw her turn away and face the priest and said slowly, "If only one of the two of us can live, I will die." "The voice is very soft, and it is very firm.

Shangguan Yuchen's mind was surging, and his chest seemed to be about to burst, and he was extremely sad.

The shaman shook his head slightly: "Both of you are willing to die now, so I don't know who to deal with now." In that case, you have another life. After a pause, he said, "The holy artifact Blood Spirit Grass that exists in the Blood Spirit Valley appears every hundred years, but now it has not appeared for more than one hundred and twenty years. ”

Gongyi Wuying and Shangguan Yuchen were shocked at the same time, after all, they were all here for the Blood Spirit Grass.

The shaman said slowly, "It's been more than one hundred and twenty years, and the Blood Spirit Grass should also appear. The day of the Holy Day is also the day when the blood spirit grass blooms. If a miracle happens that day and the green grass turns red, then the real Blood Spirit Grass has appeared. If the two of you can make the real Blood Spirit Grass reappear, then you are the messengers sent by the Blood Spirit True Saint, and you can leave here with the Blood Spirit Grass. But if the Blood Spirit Grass is still green, then only one of the two of you will leave alive. ”