Below the altar, Yan Chen sniffed the fresh smell of blood in the air, which was mixed with the unique smell of the human race of the fifteenth rui.

The shattered heart has long felt no pain, and the chest is filled with only monstrous anger.

Yan Chen looked at the direction of the Dream Spirit King City, and his figure disappeared into the heavy rainy night.

Jiayi Jialiang only ran over at this time, the long-distance running made the two of them out of breath, Jiayi pointed to the direction where Yanchen disappeared, "I lost it again, what should I do?"

"Why are they all meeting powerful characters tonight," Jia Liang sighed, "They all seem to have gone to Dream Spirit City, why don't you contact the master first!"

Jiayi nodded, and said helplessly: "Has the kung fu of the two of us regressed? But that's the only way, ask the master what to do." ”

Jia Yi Jialiang is by Le Xian's side, and he can be regarded as the type of person who is a cronie, and the martial arts of the two are not bad in the ranking of Emperor Xing, but they are a little lucky tonight, and they are all masters.

Yan Chen escaped the smell of fifteen rui and went straight to the Dream Spirit King City, and all the way down, these smells seemed to be arranged to lure him intentionally or unintentionally. He didn't mind, though.

In the easternmost part of the Emperor Star, the white city stretches into the distance, behind the blue sky, the golden morning sun, as if immersed in a blue painting paper, a white ink pen melodiously waved a big pen, the whole painting is full of historical vicissitudes, but can not hide the desolation behind the ink pen.

Yan Chen stopped in front of the white jade collapsed Saint Clansman Inn, bowed his head and pondered for a moment, his figure disappeared in an instant, and the dilapidated inn that fell behind him cracked, all of them turned into white powder and floated in the air, through the rays of sunlight, he could see the faint green mountains in the distance.

Affection has long turned into anger and burned his reason.

On the top of the main hall of the Dream Spirit Palace, the Dream Spirit Queen stood in front of the throne with her head held high with a round mirror.

Arrogant as her, her eyes at this time stared at the main entrance of the hall, here, the whole silence was silent, the air had already frozen in the hall, as heavy as stone, and the grass and trees outside the hall were shortened.

Outside the palace, there was a killing sound, and she knew that he was coming.

How could these Dream Spirit guards be able to stop him?

Angry pace.

Coming with blood.

A hint of a smile appeared on the corner of the Dream Queen's bright red mouth, and the ghost was ruthless, as if there was blood, and it wanted to gush out.

Today will be the biggest turning point in her life, her death, and her new life, which she has been waiting for for a long time.

Since Jiang Zhen Ye Yun and Xiao Su couldn't do it together, she had to go out in person.

"What about the people? Hand it over. ”

A faint voice floated in from outside the hall, the wind was light and light, but people couldn't help but tremble.

Like snow and white clouds then fell into the hall, surrounding the ethereal fiery red anger, but the jade shadow stood tall.

The long hair inadvertently surged, the silver-white lightsaber was excited because of bloodthirstiness, and frequently made a trembling "gurgling" sound, the crimson in the jet-black eyes suddenly deepened, and a circle of light was drawn from the tip of the sword, bursting out of dazzling sparks everywhere.

The sword qi suddenly swung out of the aperture, roaring towards the Dream Spirit Queen!

The elegance of gestures can't hide the wordless domineering.

This sword, full of Yanchen's anger, took away all the red around him, and the red lines were surging and imposing, flying sand and rocks everywhere he went, rolling up a streamlined wind, and putting strands of hair flying and fluttering clothes on the two people facing each other.

"I'll leave it to you in a moment. The Dream Spirit Queen smiled brightly, soared into the air, her fingertips crossed the round mirror, and a little light flashed, "Close the ----!"

The red sword qi that spread out suddenly tightened, slowing down violently, and there was actually a tendency to rush towards the round mirror!

Yan Chen then drew another sword, and the sword qi that pounced on the round mirror spread out again, the round mirror seemed to have a crack, and the Dream Spirit Queen was shocked, grabbed an object from the mirror with both hands, and threw it at the red sword qi that rushed to the front.

"Yanchen ----!"

As soon as Yan Chen raised his head, he was facing the frightened eyes of the fifteen rui, and the dream spirit queen saw that she couldn't stop Yan Chen's sword, so she immediately threw out the fifteen rui.

This fifteen rui, Yanchen could see that it was not true.

Even if it was a fake illusion, Yanchen didn't want to hurt her. The sword qi arrived in front of Fifteen Rui in an instant, and it was too late to take her away, Yan Chen took advantage of the situation to collect the sword qi, recalled the sword qi that burst out one by one, and buried it in his chest, a trace of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.

How can an off-string arrow be recalled?

Yan Chen used a sword qi return technique, and he took this move instead of Fifteen Rui. Originally, he could have allowed the sword qi to turn and then hit other places, but he didn't want to.

He preferred to accept it on her behalf.

Yanchen recalled most of the sword qi, and there was still a small part of the forward wind blade that had not disappeared, this bit of power could not do any harm to the Dream Spirit Queen, but Fifteen Rui was a human race.

There is no defense.

Fifteen Rui was sandwiched between the Dream Spirit Queen and the sword qi, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, her red lips opened slightly, and she made a mouth shape, "Am I always that shield?"

Yanchen's pupils shrank suddenly, blocking the arrow.

That night, in the face of the Hell Demon, she complained to him, you are using me as a shield.

He was noncommittal at the time.

Illusion, true and false, Yan Chen couldn't tell the difference, he watched the faint wind blade cut through the placket of Fifteen Rui's clothes, and the remaining sword light lifted off the flying clothes, revealing bright red wounds.

A pain in my chest.

Yanchen stepped forward and reached out to hold the fifteen rui who fell to the ground.

The touch of fingertips to fingertips is cold and insensible.

The unfamiliar feeling made Yan Chen stunned, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but the slender fingers suddenly turned into black rattans and climbed along his arm, and it was too late to stop it.

The black blood of the Hell Spirit.

Yanchen turned around and flew out of the main hall of the Dream Spirit King's Palace along the collapsed void above the main hall.

In an instant, countless cracks spread out along the building below him, and the main hall of the Dream Spirit Palace collapsed in an instant, without raising a single speck of dust.

Above the ruins, stood the Queen of Dreams, and beside her, a round mirror was flying.

At the other end, the black blood on the flying white placket was rapidly disappearing, and the blood of the Hell Demon had entered the body.