Fang Zhixin was dragging Elder Wu in front of him, and when a sword qi slashed down, he had to fall to the ground.

When he saw the person clearly, his voice was ecstatic: "Yu Qing! ”

"Hahaha, it didn't take any effort to get here, and I just used you to sacrifice this blood array today!"

Fang Zhixin waved his fingers, and several sharp thorns attacked Yu Qing from all directions, as if they were about to penetrate her whole body.

Yu Qing dodged, his posture was light, and he jumped between the branches.

Fang Zhixin remained silent, letting her stumble, secretly proud in his heart.

Anyone who gets close to this giant tree will be sucked into the life force, and she has already stepped into the blood array he has laid down, and when he does not have a bloody blade, he can take down Yu Qing.

He teased her like a cat and a mouse, with thorns, branches, and thick vines.

Yu Qing's posture is dexterous, constantly dodging, fluttering in white, even if he has been cut a lot of cracks, he doesn't look like he is running for his life, but like a dexterous crane, frolicking in the forest.

Fang Zhixin was attracted by her style, and couldn't help but praise:

"You really have some strength to be a sect master, better than those stubborn old men who are in high positions, but unfortunately, you are destined to be used by me to sacrifice the array."

Yu Qing's voice was clear:

"Then you let me die and die, how did you know my background?"

Of course, Fang Zhixin knew that she was talking, but at this time, he had the upper hand, and he was willing to play with her for a while, so he said:

"You were supposed to enter the dungeon through that passage, open the devil's coffin, and unlock the secret of your life by yourself, but since you came here directly from afar, then I will reveal the truth for you."

"But at the cost—"

His voice was faint, his fingers tapped, and he heard a rumbling sound, and the trees and vines under the ground actually lifted a coffin together.

"Your death."

Fang Zhixin's smile was ghostly, and the lid of the coffin was lifted, revealing a delicately described doll.

The face of the puppet is very similar to Yu Qing, although the facial features are slightly different, but the temperament is almost exactly the same.

Yu Qing suddenly remembered the human form reflected by the sword light when he killed Jiaolong.

Is she really the reincarnation of the Nine Demons?

Her fingertips trembled, and the whistling of countless wraiths rang to her ears.

"Demon Venerable—"

A noisy sound sounded, mixed with thousands of years of waiting and unwillingness.

"The Demon Venerable can be resurrected?" There was a resentful spirit's tone of agitation.

"Nope." Yu Qing's face was gloomy, he clenched the silver sword, and looked directly at Fang Zhixin, his gaze was aggressive:

"He wants to suck out the remnants of your Demon Venerable's soul and practice his evil skills."

The old man's desolate voice sounded in his ears:

"Then who are you, why do you look so similar to the Demon Venerable, and why can you hear us?"

Yu Qing was stunned in her heart, the puzzle that had been bothering her had already presented the answer in front of her, she was the reincarnation of the demon god, it seemed to be a certainty, there was no other choice.

It's just that she still doesn't want to say that sure answer.

If she was once a demon god who committed countless murders, then what is her current life? Is it here to atone for sins?

The reincarnation of the demon god who has killed a lot of evil, why is he admired in the righteous path of Xianmen, and who should he pay back those blood debts?

As she was wandering, a thorn with a threat of death burst through the air, and before she could think, her body had already reacted and quickly avoided it.

Fang Zhixin frowned, secretly saying that it was wrong.

Yu Qing had been in his blood array for so long, and his vitality was almost exhausted according to common sense, just like the two elders who had fallen beside the giant tree, their faces were blue and black, and they were described as withered.

How can it still be so vigorous?

He couldn't see the resentful spirit firmly wrapping around Yu Qing's body, forming a powerful shelter, and the giant tree could hardly absorb any of her life force.

The voice in the void seemed to have found some clues, and the sound of zila la sounded, Yu Qing concentrated, and only heard a few words, unable to connect into sentences, let alone decipher the meaning.

She was scorching when Fang Zhixin suddenly raised his hand, and a sphere wrapped in a huge vine crashed to the ground.

The vines gradually spread out, revealing Han Yue, whose flesh and blood were blurred.

Han Yue's face was blue, his lips were pursed, his black clothes had long been torn, revealing scars, his body curled up together, and his hands were tightly clasped.

Only then did Yu Qing realize that the chanting that had guided her to come here had stopped unconsciously.

"Want to save Han Yue?" Fang Zhixin smiled sinisterly, "Then find a way to defeat me!" ”

He jumped up and volleyed into the air, setting off a gust of yin wind.

Yu Qing couldn't dodge, and when he slapped his chest, he was directly beaten and vomited blood.

"Demon Venerable, as long as you give an order, we will all look forward to you!"

The old man's voice was agitated.

It's funny to say, she originally wanted to use the identity of some Demon Venerable's descendants to trick this group of Yin soldiers into opening the way for her.

Now, when all the answers were in front of her, her mind was full of images of the mountains of corpses and blood she had seen in the illusion.

If she admits it, how should she bear this thousand-year-old blood debt?

Is it possible that she will not admit it? Why didn't she admit it?

She only felt that her thoughts were mixed, and she fought with Fang Zhixin among the branches, and unconsciously lost her proportions, and was slapped by him and fell to the tree.

Fang Zhixin also jumped off the tree, and seeing that Han Yue's position was empty, he said angrily: "Who is it?" ”

There was another sound in the void, and Yu Qing vaguely heard two words: "Interference." ”

Is Murong Tian here?

Only by Murong Tian's side could she hear a voice similar to that in the void beside Fang Zhixin in her mind.

There was only a crane chirp in the air, Tong Lingshan jumped down, whipped at Fang Zhixin, looked angry, and had tears in his eyes:

"Master Fang... Fang Zhixin! You return my master! Don't want to hurt my sister again. ”

A snow-necked frost-haired flying crane hovered on the top of the giant tree, and Murong Tian's anxious shout came from the air.

Those vines were like bloodthirsty vultures, greedily attacking Tong Lingshan, and Fang Zhixin's sword qi swept away, breaking several demon vines.

He looked a little pained:

"Ah Shan, I don't want to hurt you, follow Murong Tian back, since you want to save Han Yue's kid, you will take him away."

There was another sound in the void, as if to express dissatisfaction.

Fang Zhixin didn't pay attention to it, and with a wave of his fingers, several giant vines rolled Tong Lingshan up.

No matter how Tong Lingshan swung the whip, the giant vine did not move at all, and threw it steadily onto the flying crane.

Murong Tian hurriedly reached out and took her.

Tong Lingshan burst into tears, and the hand holding the whip kept shaking.

A clear female voice suddenly came from the side:

"Little sister, do you want to avenge your master?"

Feng Yuchan and Feng Junyou came together on a flying crane.

Tong Lingshan nodded, Feng Yuchan pulled her over, and pushed Feng Junyou onto the flying crane that Murong Tian was riding on.

"As for the two of you—"

Feng Yuchan looked at the two men next to her with some disgust,

"There's no strength to fight, you take the little boy to a safe place first, and then come and look for us."

As soon as the words fell, Feng Yuchan and Tong Lingshan drove the flying crane to the back of the canopy, hidden in the layers of branches and leaves.