As soon as the palm of the young man in red was raised, a red bow and arrow appeared in his hand, and three arrows shot towards Bai Xiaoyao.

An arrow aimed at Bai Xiaoyao's eyebrows.

An arrow was aimed at Bai Xiaoyao's heart.

An arrow aimed at the white dantian.

Fast, accurate, ruthless, arrows and arrows are deadly!

Moreover, this arrow also carries a locking skill, and the aura that bursts out of the whole outburst locks on, and after locking the opponent, the opponent can only stand in place and wait for the attack.

The young man in red had confidence in his eyes, as if he had seen Bai Yaoyao die tragically under his arrows.

"Whoever Xiao wants to master the sword, they all have to die!"

Bai Yaoyao, who was standing in place, raised her little hand, but with just a slight flick from the left and right, the aura burst out from her palm, and the three arrows directly hit the ground, and she grabbed her palm back.

The red-clothed young man was lightly disfigured, and the whole person sucked towards Bai Xiaoxiao's palm.

The neck was choked instantly.

Bai Yaoyao was suspended in mid-air, looking at the red-clothed young man in front of him, a wisp of aura instantly drilled into his dantian sea of consciousness along his eyebrows.

His dantian knowledge sea was violently corroded by resentment.

The aura is extremely thin.

The memories of the past were also washed into slag.

There is only one obsession left to support him - to keep the master's sword, and no one except the master can get the master's sword.

Bai Xiaoyao slowly instilled aura into his body, wanting to strip out the resentment in his body, but found it difficult, or impossible at all.

These resentful auras have been rooted for a long time, and they are integrated with his own aura and become one of their own.

Unless, these resentful spirits dissipate on their own, the sword spirit will die.

"Ahh......hh

The sword spirit shouted in pain.

Every inch of Bai Xiaoyao's aura swam in his body, it was like the tip of a knife digging into a bone, and the pain made him spasm.

If it goes on like this, he will probably be wiped out.

Bai Xiaoyao let go of his hand.

The sword spirit fell to the ground, clutching his neck, and he couldn't breathe.

He lowered his head, his red hair scattered, obscuring his face, revealing only a blood-red eye.

No, the master's sword will never be taken away by anyone.

He gritted his teeth, ready to turn into an arrow and fight with Bai Yaoyao.

Bai Yaoyao's eyes narrowed, and he saw the sword spirit's thoughts, and with a lift of his palm, the aura turned into thousands of silk threads, wrapping the sword spirit in place.

"Stay still, I'll find a way to dissolve the resentment here, and come back."

The sword spirit struggled hard, and looked at Bai Xiaoyao fiercely.

"I won't let you get the Xuanhuang Sword if I die."

"Then I'll kill you."

Bai Yaoyao raised his hand and pinched his chin, snorted coldly, turned around and walked out of the resentful formation.

Bai Ze, one-eyed wolf and other demon beasts breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the intact Bai Xiaoyao.

It was at this time.

A black figure flew and fell.

Bai Yaoyao raised his eyes and glanced at it, it was Ye Wuchen.

"Why are you here?"

Ye Wuchen frowned, his eyes flickering.

Why did he come? He's already flown here with all his might, okay?

actually said why did he come, he hadn't questioned her yet, why didn't he wait for him, he came first!

Looking at Bai Yaoyao's appearance of a small ghost, Ye Wuchen couldn't help but bend down and pinch her fleshy little face.

"You said that you're only three years old, can't you be soft and cute when you speak?"

Why do you always look like a big guy?

Bai Yaoyao glared at him and rubbed his face.

She suddenly remembered.

Ye Wuchen is the pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion, and Tianji Pavilion is in charge of divination, fortune telling, and metaphysical Taoism.

That Ye Wuchen should know how to expel the resentment here.

Thinking of this, Bai Xiaoyao asked directly.

"Look at the resentment here, can you find a way to dispel it?"

Ye Wuchen came back to his senses and looked towards the formation of resentful qi.

At a glance, there were hundreds of thousands of demon beasts and monks trapped inside and scattered.

"They definitely have a common obsession that keeps them from dispersing."

"I'll try to use psychic techniques to communicate with them."

Bai Xiaoyao nodded.

Ye Wuchen sat down, closed his eyes, and sealed his hands.

An inscription appeared on the ground, and it flew up directly, imprinted in the formation of resentment.

I saw that the originally turbid and invisible resentment qi had turned into the remnant soul of an individual or a demon beast.

Some are missing arms and legs, some are full of sword wounds, and some are full of bite marks.

The monsters looked a little heavy.

If they are not subdued by their masters, then the next thing is that they will become these scattered souls, entrenched in this beast tide battlefield, and they will not be able to live beyond the world.

A wisp of life also appeared on Ye Wuchen's back.

The living soul slowly spoke towards the monks and remnants.

"Why have you been entrenched here for so long?"

"It's not that we don't want to disperse, it's that we're entangled here and can't disperse. As long as the Beast Tide Battlefield exists for a day, we will not be able to disperse. We complain. ”

The one who opened his mouth was a demon beast remnant soul, and its soul power was the strongest among demon beasts.

Ye Wuchen continued to ask, "What are you complaining about?" ”

"The living space of our demon beasts is too small, and if we don't have resources, we will die with all our demon power. So every once in a while, the Demon King had to send us out to rob the Terran resources. ”

"But we also have a lot to lose. We complain, we are both creatures of the Qiling Continent, why are our demon clans born inferior? To fight for living space at the cost of blood? We're so resentful. ”

After the demon beast finished speaking, a strong black qi bloomed from its back, and it went straight to the sky.

The remnants of the other demon beasts also twisted and chirped.

The listener's heart trembled and wanted to cry.

The remnants of the human beings could not help but weep along.

"Your living space is too small, so you want to rob and kill our human race? What is the reason for this, that we Terrans deserve to die? Every time you rush through the gates, every time you go to burn and loot, the Terrans are almost wiped out. Don't we complain if you complain? ”

A remnant of a Terran roared in rage.

He is tall and has a face like a rakshasa, and at a glance, he knows that he was a guard before his death.

Ye Wuchen collected the spiritism and opened his eyes.

The remnant soul dissipated in an instant, and merged into the resentment formation.

He stood up and looked at Bai Xiaoxiao.

"Do you hear that? It seems that if you want to get rid of the resentment here, you must first stop fighting. ”

It's just that......

How easy is it to stop fighting?

The deep hatred between the demon race and the human race is impossible to calculate.

How can it be said that the fight will be stopped.

Bai Yaoyao looked at the resentment formation.

However, how did Bai Zhi get the Xuanhuang Sword in the previous life?

If you remember correctly, Bai Zhiruo didn't relieve the resentment of the beast tide battlefield in her last life?

Could it be ......

If Bai Zhi killed the sword spirit and forced the Xuanhuang Sword to recognize the master?

It's just that if you lose the power of the Sword Spirit Xuanhuang Sword, you will lose half of it, unless you raise the Sword Spirit again.

Bai Xiaoyao pondered and pondered.

Is it killed?

Or is it to relieve the anger of resentment?