Although he has come out of the hell path, it seems that he has lost his true self.

When Ye Gucheng raised the sword in his hand again and slashed aimlessly at the nearest trialist, Ye Luo finally had no way to continue to keep calm.

"Lonely City!"

She roared.

Angry voices filled this space.

Why can't you control the bloodlust in your body? Why do you want to allow the demonic nature in your body to devour and annihilate yourself?

Ye Luo had experienced the endless killing of Shura Dao, she knew what it was like, and she had also been immersed in the pleasure of killing and couldn't help herself. The only fortunate thing is that she has forged the first layer of the soul altar, and the endless flow of soul power can keep her awake.

She was luckier than him.

She is his sister and she is obligated to pull him back.

Ye Luo stepped through the blood like this, and walked in front of Ye Gucheng, she stared at him with an angry and fiery look, and then opened her arms and hugged her demonized brother in her arms head-on, tightly.

Ye Gucheng frowned.

He felt very uncomfortable.

He began to struggle, trying to break free from the woman's embrace.

There was an eager and frantic voice in my heart: kill this woman, pierce her chest with your hand, gouge out her heart, and let her see the fate of nosy!

"Brother."

The woman's voice softened.

A faint fragrance came to Ye Gucheng's nose, which made his restless and bloodthirsty heart calm down.

The woman stood on tiptoe, put her hands around his neck, pulled his head down a bit, and pressed her forehead against his. The four eyes met, and the golden pupils and purple pupils intersected.

In the golden pupils, the six-pointed star lines swirled, and the bloodline breath from the primeval was released.

The purple phantom pupil sensed great danger, and the demonic power hidden in the depths of the pupil actually trembled.

It's a kind of blood suppression.

At this moment, Ye Gucheng didn't understand, he just felt an inexplicable panic. It's not that he's panicking, it's the devil's panic in his body. It finally stopped, and the bloodline of the Ghost Demon Royal Clan, which was boiling against the current, gradually subsided.

The black-purple Netherworld Qi around Ye Gucheng was gradually disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He felt a clear stream flowing into the sea of souls in the center of his eyebrows. He knew that it was the soul power essence, his sister's soul power essence. Yes, sister......

When he finally remembered who he was and who the woman in front of him was, a rush of tears came up. But he held back, he didn't cry. He is no longer the little brother who loves to be spoiled, he is Ye Gucheng who has been baptized by the eighteenth layer of hell in the Hell Dao.

"Sister."

His voice was a little hoarse.

"Hmm."

Ye Luo responded, the corners of his lips hooked up a light smile, stretched out a white jade-like hand, gently stroked the side of his face, and helped him straighten his slightly messy hair.

She didn't put a blindfold on him again.

The most elite trialists of the younger generation of the Cloud Nu Sect have all seen it, and there is nothing to hide.

On closer inspection, the younger brother's purple left eye is mysterious and powerful, full of charm, and deep to the point of palpitations. Why do you want to cover such beautiful eyes?

"I killed someone." Ye Gucheng seemed to be stating a fact, and there was no apology in his voice.

"Kill it, kill it, anyway, they're not really dead, it's just that their skills are not as good as people."