After speaking, he looked at Lianchen intently and motioned for Fu Shiyu to tear the clothes on his chest.

Pinch up the silver needle, and after the fire has passed, prick it at the acupuncture point.

At the same time that Mo Yechen applied needles to Lianchen, the confrontation between the sound of the flute and the sound of the flute became more and more intense.

Mo Yechen's action of pinching the needle froze for a moment, and then he remained silent, quickly and accurately pushing into the big hole in the heart of the pity.

His technique of needle practice this time is very different from the technique of giving Wen Xiaoxiao needle last time.

More mental power is consumed.

Halfway through the needle, his hand holding the needle trembled slightly.

Closing his eyes again, he did not hesitate to prick the big hole in his neck again.

When the needle is removed, bright red blood beads roll down.

Dripping on his cloud-white collar, it was dazzlingly red.

Mo Yechen let out two light coughs from his mouth, his face was pale, and his breath was weaker than that of Pian Chen: "Lingxi, medicine." ”

Hearing this, Yun Lingxi quickly took out the medicine bottle from the blood jade bracelet and poured out a pill and put it in his mouth.

She helped Mo Yechen and felt the slightly trembling body under her hands, and the strength on her arms became heavier and heavier.

She looked coldly at Yun Lingyan on the high altar.

At the bottom of his eyes, there is a dark red that seems to swallow everything.

Just as the last puppet fell under the Silver Snow Dagger.

The sound of the flute is interrupted at the same time as the sound of the flute.

Yun Lingyan's face turned pale, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Dugu Wu in disbelief: "You actually know how to attack?" ”

Dugu Wu's body shook slightly, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

She raised her hand nonchalantly to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, threw the white jade flute in her hand casually, and looked at Yun Lingyan on the altar with a sneer.

"This princess will go too much......" said her, the corners of her mouth curled into a smile, and her voice became lazy and charming, wrapped in cold.

"If Miss Yun is interested, this princess can try it out for you." Experiment on you.

Yun Lingyan stood up straight, staring at Dugu Wu with gloomy eyes.

Suddenly, she tilted her head slightly, the corners of her mouth slowly rose, and a bloody smile was outlined: "Do you think you really won?" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Yin Xue dodged and blocked in front of everyone, with a cold face like ice and snow, with vigilance.

At the same time, Mo Yechen dropped the last shot.

He squeezed Mercy's hand, took out a thick silver needle, and pierced the tip of the middle finger of each of his hands.

At this time, the ashes on Lianchen's face receded, and his lips became pale and pale.

The wound on his arm, oozing blood, turned bright red.

The poison all over his body was forced by Mo Yechen to the tips of the middle fingers of his left and right hands.

The tip of the needle pierced his middle finger, and it was jet black and thick, and the stench of black blood dripped out.

After five drops, the blood that dripped out again turned bright red.

Mo Yechen looked at the bright red of his fingertips, pulled out the silver needle on his body, shook his body, and fell weakly into Yun Lingxi's arms, coughing lightly.

Fu Shiyu pulled on Pitianchen's clothes, reached out and tapped twice on Qingluan's neck.

"Uh......" Qingluan covered her neck and slowly opened her eyes, her eyes slightly confused.

In the next second, she sat up suddenly: "Pity the dust!" ”

"He's fine, lying next to you." Murong Qing stretched out his hand to support her and said softly.

Qingluan immediately turned around and looked at Lian Chen, who was lying on the ground, his face was pale, but his breath had stabilized, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and whimper.

"Here we are." At this moment, Yin Xue spoke with a solemn expression.

Almost at the same time, Yun Lingxi handed Mo Yechen into Fu Shiyu's arms and stood up.

The momentum of the whole body changed, lingering in the cold killing.

Xiao Mingyi's figure appeared on the altar again, he held Yun Lingyan and fed her a pill.

"Yun Lingxi, in fact, I still have to thank you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to know my background and learn this ability."

With a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, his palms turned upwards, and he looked down at his palms.

The words fell, and his figure flickered and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

When it reappeared, it was in the center of the Blood Lake.

The bell hanging from his waist "jingled", his hair flew flying, and his robe fluttered hunting.

The fog that permeated the altar lifted.

Yun Lingxi turned around abruptly and looked at Xiao Mingyi above the Blood Lake.

The corners of Xiao Mingyi's mouth raised a strange arc, his ten fingers slowly closed, and his hands were sealed.

That's the opposite of Yun Lingxi.

The dark and evil spell black mist slowly dispersed, covering the entire blood lake in an instant.

He opened his lips slightly and recited the mantra silently.

A calm lake of blood.

Suddenly it was boiling and boiling.

It looks like magma tumbling, emitting a strong smell of blood.

Wisps of blood, rising from the surface of the lake, burrowed into the corpses of the puppets all over the ground.

The corpses of the puppets that fell to the ground began to twist and struggle.

The hundreds of corpses that had been decapitated or split in half by Yinxue and the others.

Struggling, twisting.

Climbed up.

Split in half, jumping on one foot, bare brains, internal organs.

The severed ones staggered along, bumping into other corpses from time to time.

Half of his head was cut off, his white brain was exposed, and his mouth was open and closed.

They let out a shrill cry.

The sound was so harsh that it made my scalp tingle.

Suddenly, they quickly pounced on Yun Lingxi and the others.

Yun Lingxi's expression remained unchanged and he cut his long hair.

Her face is peerless, enchanting and beautiful, like the eyebrows and eyes of a thick ink painting, soaked in frost, wrapped in fierce colors.

She looked at Xiao Mingyi fixedly, ignoring the puppet corpses that pounced on her.

The slender and enchanting figure is filled with a strong evil aura.

Beside her, after Qingluan and the others were shocked, they clenched the blade in their hands and looked at the puppet corpse that was about to pounce in front of them with a cold expression.

Between the eyebrows and eyes, there is only ruthlessness and madness.

There is no fear.

Just when Yin Xue's body was about to move, Yun Lingxi suddenly spoke: "You don't have to make a move. ”

Before the aftermath fell, her slender ten fingers quickly formed a seal, a complicated seal, but in the blink of an eye, it was formed.

The seal was formed, and a thick white mist suddenly gathered in the sky.

Her whole body was shrouded in white mist, and she silently recited the mantra, and her hands were transformed.

Hundreds of white rays of light the thickness of an adult's arm slashed towards the puppet corpse in front of him.

When Dan Fan was hit by the white light, the puppet's corpse instantly turned into ashes.

But after a breath, the ground around everyone was covered with gray and black.

Yun Lingxi's eyebrows were smeared with contempt, and he said coldly.

"What do you think...... Do you know how to spell? ”

"Fight with me, don't do it yourself!"

The cold voice, wrapped in all the fierceness of the world, echoed in the heavens and the earth.

Xiao Mingyi, who was on the blood lake, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Yun Lingxi in disbelief: "How is it possible?" How could you spell? ”

How is this possible?

Spells, only the direct bloodline of the forbidden clan.

She, Yun Lingxi, why would she too?

"Just a few spells, do you really think you can be invincible in the world?"

"Nope! I won't lose to you again! The whites of Xiao Mingyi's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared, mixed with boundless hatred and disbelief.

The bell on his waist jingled, his hands changed wildly, biting the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, fusing into the lake of blood.

In an instant, blood surged.