In sight.

First of all, a murderous Tang knife, even if it is lying quietly in the scabbard now, it can still make people feel frightened!

However, in such a strong murderous aura, it still can't compare to the owner who holds it.

Hanging Mo was dressed in a dark robe, cut cleanly without any patterns, and wrapped this nearly two-meter-tall burly body with force, like a ready to tear apart and bite all the people who coveted his master.

Under such an astonishing momentum, Sang Ling, who had just recovered some cultivation, could see at a glance the bloody aura on his body that was like an appendage of bones, like a shadow!

How could Hanging Ink be infected with such a serious bloody backlash in such a short period of time?

As if seeing the question in Sang Ling's eyes, Xie Hanzhou opened his mouth to explain:

"In your absence, there was a truce in Zhongzhou at one point. I sent a message to the Demon Clan, as well as the Xianyang Sect, and everyone worked together to make trouble again. Under the chaotic battle situation, the power of the Heavenly Dao Sect and the family was eliminated, and the demon clan rose to the top. As for your men......"

His gaze fell on the eyes that were staring fiercely at Hanging Mo, lightly hooked the corners of his lower lip, and continued to speak:

"He contributed a lot, and many monks died at his hands, known as evil demons, hanging ink."

"Smack-"

At the end of the words, there was a slap, the sound of Sang Ling hitting Hanging Mo's face hard, which made his cheeks deviate, and the force was extremely great.

Hanging Mo was stunned, but he pounced, half-knelt on the ground, lowered his head and didn't mean to refute.

He was too tall and too big, even if he was half-kneeling, he was as tall as Sang Ling's most of his body.

But even such a terrifying demon killing god, in front of his master, he still lowered his head, pitiful like a family dog who was abandoned by someone.

Xie Hanzhou's eyes casually swept over the other party's pretending to be pitiful, and he secretly ironed in his heart, a hungry wolf pretending to be a family dog was really ridiculous.

Hanging Mo noticed the other party's disdainful eyes, and immediately stared back fiercely, not giving an inch.

As the owner of the hungry wolf, Sang Ling was already angry at this time, where could she care about the eye contact between the two men.

The brains are full of tragic examples caused by the demon clan for thousands of years because of the backlash of the bloody qi.

The blood is in the bones, and it is in danger. Crazy out of control, no more rational!

"Hanging Mo, you are my hard work and almost lost my life, so I calculated from the ghost market and rescued you from the nine-story tower imprisoned by the family. Now...... Now, you are, so in return to me? ”

Hanging Mo hurriedly shook his head and said carefully:

"The situation of the demon clan is not good, I can't, I can only be ruthless, in order to deter those people from cultivating Xiaoxiao. Your Excellency, I know that my sins are hard to redeem now, even if I really die, I will never hurt the demon clan and hurt you! ”

Sang Ling held back the anger that gushed out, and the extremely strong sense of discomfort and dizziness that followed, and squeezed out two words with a sad face:

"Hanging ink."

She didn't say anything, only called Hanging Mo's name.

Hanging Mo was shocked, but he didn't have the slightest peace of mind to be spared, but his heart seemed to have fallen into the abyss, and he didn't have a solid sense of landing in the air:

"Your Excellency, I know I'm wrong, just bring you back safely. In the future, I have nothing else to say about what Your Excellency will do! ”

Sang Ling looked at him, her eyes were sad and unbearable, how could she not be blamed for setting foot on this road of no return.

Her bloodline elixir can cleanse the bloody qi, so Hanging Mo will let go even more, but if she kills too much, she will not be tolerated by the Heavenly Dao after all, and she will directly eat herself, and she will be tortured to death like cooking oil.

The Mirror of Retrospective Migration has restarted to work normally from the surging mirror energy. The high-speed efficiency made her fast sieve meridians improve quickly, but it was just a drop in the bucket, and the injuries that were too serious still couldn't be improved immediately.

The limitations of her body made her unable to vent the sadness and anger in her heart at all, and after she suppressed that emotion steadily, she had a stagnation pain in her chest, and a kind of blood came out between her breaths.

For a long time, she endured the fishy breath in her throat, opened her mouth with difficulty, and said word by word:

"Among the demon clan, how many people are like you?"

Hanging Mo was startled and quickly replied:

"It's just me! When I found out that this bloody aura was serious, it would not be cleared at all, so I immediately asked the rest of the demon clan to stop. Ah Ran used the medicine carefully, and with the pill left by the Venerable to clear the blood, they could all be spared. ”

After Sang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, she smiled endlessly. How can she rest assured that the ink is like this.

A blood-soothing pill? Xie Hanzhou's eyebrows frowned slightly, and after a little thought, he guessed that it was Sang Ling who released the blood of the demon ancestor who could eliminate the blood of the evil qi and made it into a pill!

His unwavering, cold eyes swept over the hanging ink kneeling on the ground, and there was a disgust in his eyes.

"Do you know what that pill is made of?"

As soon as Sang Ling heard this, her temples jumped uncontrollably.

"Xie Hanzhou!"

She didn't want Xie Hanzhou to tell the truth, she had already obtained the mirror energy of the demon clan when she was doing it, and she didn't need the rest at all!

Hanging Ink looked up suddenly:

"What is it?!"

Xie Hanzhou looked at Sang Ling quietly, saw the rejection and indifference in her eyes clearly, and lowered his eyes without saying a word after a while. But when Sang Ling just breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly opened her mouth:

"It is the blood of your Exalted, and it must be in great quantity."

As soon as these words came out, there was silence all around.

Sang Ling looked at Xie Hanzhou in disbelief, there was no gratitude in her expression, only irritability and disgust.

Hanging Mo was even more surprised, he didn't expect that the little thing he used to eat as a sugar pill was actually extracted from the body of the Venerable.

No wonder every time, it was long after her retreat that she would give the pill to Ah Ran for safekeeping;

No wonder, although it was a retreat, her complexion after leaving the customs was not good-looking at all;

It turned out that it was because this little red pill was extracted from the blood of Venerable that the energy was endless and always sufficient?

The air here is stagnant and indifferent, the wind rises in the forest, and the sound is silent.

Xie Hanzhou stared at Sang Ling's gaze, his heart became troubled, but his mouth was one after another, and said:

"You are benevolent and righteous to the demon clan, Sang Ling should have a good rest, your injury is very serious, don't rush back to the demon clan."

"You don't have to make a claim under the pretext of being good for me!"

Sang Ling looked at Xie Hanzhou's eyes without any nostalgia, and under the strong emotional fluctuations, the dullness in her heart was even stronger.

Xie Hanzhou saw that her face was not good, and she stumbled under her feet, so he immediately took two steps forward to help.

As soon as he approached, he was about to stretch out his hand, and there was a "poof", as if the cracking sound of a sword cutting through the silk sounded, and it was in my ears.

In the next second, there was a sharp pain in the lower part of the left shoulder, and the sharp tip of a sword stabbed there.

The location of the injury was only half an inch away from the heart.

Hanging Mo got up and directly protected Sang Ling's side, staring vigilantly at Xie Hanzhou's movements, afraid that he would fight back.

Xie Hanzhou's movements stopped, and his gaze moved from the position where blood was dripping to the owner of the sword, which was a face that was almost bloodless.

Compared with the injured Xie Hanzhou, Sang Ling, who was holding the sword, was more like being stabbed by the sword, his feet were floating, his hands were weak, as if he was suppressing something in his chest that was rising and falling violently, his lips were white, and he was squeezing tightly.

After a moment, she opened her lips lightly, and her eyes were cold and resentful:

"Xie Hanzhou, you saved me, I am grateful to you, but it doesn't mean that you are qualified to dictate my affairs! This time, there will be no next time, otherwise this sword would not have been only an inch off. ”

Ling Yan's murderous aura didn't even hide it at all, so he went straight to it. directly tore the appearance of peace between the two, and tore all the deep old ravines inside to expose.

Xie Hanzhou moved, but met Sang Ling's gaze, and in the next second, his steps forward, unexpectedly let the sword pierce his left shoulder.

"Poof—"

The sound of the long cracked silk tearing flesh and blood being stabbed open exploded between the two of them.

The tip of the sword passed through the flesh and blood, and in the dripping blood, the cold white edge broke out, bringing out countless flesh and blood.

Hanging Mo looked at it coldly, and disdainfully spurned:

"Maniac!"

Sang Ling looked at the sword in his hand expressionlessly, and suddenly laughed:

"Xie Hanzhou, are you thinking about hurting yourself and apologizing?"

After a pause, she raised her eyes and glanced around, looking at the dense forest outside the entrance of the ghost market, under a piece of sunlight, it was quiet and peaceful, not as eerie as the ghost market.

In the past, it was also in this dense forest that Xie Hanzhou personally took her into the ghost market, and it was he who reversed himself and left her in the ghost market.

And this kind of thing, when she was still Lin Ling, she had already experienced countless times when ordinary heaven quickly fell into hell.

Therefore, her expression was not moved at all when she saw the blood on Xie Hanzhou's robe that was almost stained with the upper half of her body.

But the irritability in my heart is increasing day by day!

The serious injury dragged down the calm and sanity she had always maintained, and under the strong influence of emotions, she already had a splitting headache, and soon, the words were one sentence after another, uncontrollably spit out, and every word was heartbreaking:

"Xie Hanzhou, what qualifications do you have to arrange everything for me? In the first life, you stood by and watched, letting Lu Chaoyan calculate against me, and the sect disliked and trampled on me; In the second life, if you think about everything, all you do is draw a line! Shemales have different paths, that's what you said. I have the blood of the Demon Ancestor, and I have never been the same person as you, have I? ”

Xie Hanzhou's face was bloodless for a moment, and his questioning words were like a sharp sword, stabbing at his heart at once, and he was gurgling blood.

"I'm just ......"

Sang Ling didn't want to listen to his explanation at all, and with a turn of her hand, the tip of the sword was directly turned around by her, and it directly interrupted Xie Hanzhou's words that he wanted to speak.

He snorted, blood spitting out from the corners of his lips.

Sang Ling looked at him, his eyes were indifferent under the ice floes, and there was a sense of melancholy and remorse.

If she had known today, she would have preferred to sleep as a quiet dead person than to travel through this world and become a pawn at the mercy of others!

Xie Hanzhou saw the regret in her eyes clearly, and smiled low after a long pause.

At the same time, along with the laughter, countless blood poured out of the throat frantically.

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover it, but the non-stop blood still rushed out of his fingers, seeped all over his hands, and then fell on the placket of his clothes, but there were large and obvious and ugly blood stains.

But he was still laughing, laughing constantly, as if he was laughing at himself, and as if he was laughing at the world.

In the end, he grabbed the blade of the sword that was inserting his wound, and without feeling any pain, he suddenly ripped it off and threw it on the ground.

"When the ——!"

"Click!"

A small voice suddenly rang out in the sky, as if something had loosened.

What was visible to the naked eye was Xie Hanzhou in front of him, and he was suddenly stunned, as if he had thrown the sword on the ground at the same time, as if there were some heavy shackles thrown down together.

The abstinence and loneliness all over the body are gone, and now all that remains is the same crazy paranoia as Tianshu.

At this moment, Sang Ling suddenly realized that the Xie family had the blood of a madman in their bones!