Yun Lingyan stood on the altar and sneered, her face was still the same, but she didn't see the previous delicate at all, but she had an evil feeling.

"Hehe, Yun Lingxi, before you die, I am reluctant to die."

"Yan'er, don't talk nonsense with them, a bunch of clowns jumping off the beam." Xiao Mingyi looked at Yun Lingxi and Mo Yechen coldly.

That look was like looking at an ant.

Yin Xue looked at Xiao Mingyi steadily, her light-colored pupils were stained with ice and snow: "It's you who are cultivating evil arts." ”

Xiao Mingyi looked at Yin Xue and licked the corners of his mouth, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

The other party's pure and clean breath.

Let him want to destroy.

But it's also the breath of the same.

Let him rise up with jealousy.

"Who are you?"

Yin Xue looked at him coldly: "The one who killed you." ”

When the words fell, his silver hair was windless and automatic.

The figure flashed, leaving an afterimage and attacking Xiao Mingyi.

The corners of Xiao Mingyi's lips are slightly hooked.

Slowly taking a step back, he jerked hard under his feet.

"Click-" The ground shook slightly.

The huge altar is split in two from the middle.

Hundreds of black shadows crawled frantically out of the cracks.

Rushed towards Yinxue and Yun Lingxi and the others.

At the same time as these figures appeared, Yun Lingxi's four pills were thrown towards Dugu Wu, Qin Ming, Lianchen and Qingluan.

"Poison avoidance pill, put it away, these puppets are poisonous."

Hundreds of puppets, in strange postures, but with incredible speed, pounced on the crowd.

Yin Xue's body froze, the silver light flashed in his hand, and he pounced on his five puppets.

In the next second, pounce on him even faster.

"Cut off your head." Yun Lingxi took Mo Yechen and stepped back, and cut off the head of a puppet.

At the same time, a short dagger was thrown to Yinxue.

Yinxue stretched out her hand to catch it, and the white clothes flew over, rushing directly into the puppet.

The hand was dagger down, and dozens of puppets fell.

After Yun Lingxi stepped aside, he did not join the battle.

It's just that he easily eliminated the puppet that didn't have long eyes to pounce on her and Mo Yechen.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer puppets, Xiao Mingyi's face gradually became gloomy.

No wonder Emperor Zhaoming was not poisoned at the beginning, it turned out that Yun Lingxi was making trouble from it.

"Brother Yi, the puppet can't seem to help them." Yun Lingyan bit her lower lip, with jealousy and resentment in her eyes.

Xiao Mingyi looked at the few remaining puppets.

I glanced at the formation that was about to be completed at my feet.

Under his eyes, there is a madness that destroys everything.

On that day, he was seriously injured and taken away by the black-robed man.

When he woke up, a man who looked a little like him told him—

Yi'er, I am your father.

Later, he learned that he was a member of the forbidden clan.

The black-robed man is his own brother, the same mother and father.

It took him three months to learn the techniques of the forbidden clan.

And the queen mother was buried in a beautiful place.

Every day, he would go to the grave of his mother.

Three months ago, in order to practice the forbidden art of the forbidden clan, he quietly left the forbidden clan and came to Hanxue.

The queen mother's revenge, he must go to revenge!

As long as he practiced this forbidden technique, he would be able to avenge his mother.

"Yan'er, I taught you the sound attack, remember?"

"Hmm."

"Okay, use the sound attack, stop them from half a cup of tea." Xiao Mingyi slowly retreated, and the madness flowing from his eyes became heavier.

Yun Lingyan bit her lower lip, took out a jade flute, and approached her lips.

The flute sounded, and the few remaining puppets lagged behind.

His eyes, which were emotionless, suddenly turned red.

Immediately, the movement rushed towards everyone even more quickly.

On the contrary, Fu Shiyu and others moved slowly.

Unable to dodge, the puppet's long fingernails slashed his right arm, leaving a deep five-mark mark.

He gritted his teeth and turned around, his soft sword slicing through the puppet's neck.

Black blood sprayed, and Mercy fell to one knee, supporting her body with her sword.

"Pity the dust!" Qingluan's eyes were red, and she split the oncoming puppet in half with her backhand, and dodged and pounced on Mercy Chen.

Murong Qing, Fu Shiyu, Dugu Wu and Qin Ming also endured strong dizziness at the same time, solved the surrounding puppets, and withdrew to protect the mercy dust.

Qingluan threw himself beside Lianchen, and the soft sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

She knelt down in front of Pian Chen, looking frightened, trembling her hands, and holding Pian Chen's face: "Pian Chen......"

Lianchen's face was gray, and his lips were black.

His dark pupils were slightly dilated at this time.

I closed my eyes hard, and when I opened my eyes again, the figure of a girl was printed in my pupils.

"I didn't ......" Before he finished speaking, black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, his body shook slightly, and the soft sword fell to the ground weakly.

Qingluan hugged him in horror, her fingertips trembling, wiping the black blood from the corner of his mouth.

However, before she could wipe it clean, more black blood gushed out.

"Ahem......" Lianchen let out a low choking sound in her arms.

With every cough, it seems that a point of vitality is drained.

His throat moved, a muffled syllable, his long eyelashes drooped, and his eyes darkened.

"No, mercy!" Qingluan screamed sadly, shaking his head in a panic, his eyes were painful, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

Sadness and fear are extreme, and they can't make a sound or shed tears.

The hem of her sleeve and the hem of her dress were stained with black blood.

The smell of blood, mixed with the gentle sound of the flute and the sound of the flute at some point, stimulated her nerves and wrangled her heart.

"Qingluan, wake up! Trust me, Mercy will be fine! In my ears, there was a low cheer.

Her empty eyes looked numbly at Mo Yechen who was squatting beside her.

"Master ......" opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be completely blocked by a foreign body, and it was painful, and he tried his best, but he could only make a hoarse and broken syllable.

Mo Yechen looked at her steadily, her dark and deep eyes, flowing with a magnificent color, with a soothing magic.

"Master, please, save him." A tear fell from Qingluan's eyes, and his voice was no longer as crisp as before, with a shattered edge, like a rusty blade cutting through rotten wood, hoarse and harsh.

Mo Yechen nodded slowly, and his voice was soft: "Give him to me, if you hold him like this, I can't apply the needle." ”

Hearing this, Qingluan's dull eyes suddenly swelled with blood, hugged Lianchen tightly, and looked crazy: "Don't let go, no one can snatch the mercy ......"

In the next second, her crazy expression froze, and her body fell softly.

Yun Lingxi caught her limp body and told her to lie down.

Fu Shiyu quickly flattened the dust on the ground and tore off the sleeves of his bloodstained shirt, revealing deep scratches.

"The puppet is poisonous, and the mercy dust is scratched, and the poison flows through the body along the blood." Yin Xue stretched out her hand and connected to the big point in Lianchen's heart: "I can only prevent the toxin from soaking into his heart, but I can't remove the poison for him." ”

As he spoke, he backhanded a puppet.

"I'll come, you stick to half a stick of incense." Mo Yechen took the silver needle in Yun Lingxi's hand, closed his eyes, took out a few silver needles, and pierced them into several acupuncture points of his own.

"Chen!" Yun Lingxi grabbed his hand in shock.

Mo Yechen smiled lightly at her: "I'm not in good spirits, don't do this, I won't hold on until the end of the needle." ”