Chapter 13: After the Sorrow

The blood turned into waves, and the blood turned into the sea, surging.

In an instant, the whole world turned crimson, bloody and terrible colors, filling the whole world, rippling, tumbling, and flooding.

The place where the woman is located is romantic and complicated, with delicate petals floating up, and endless flowers on the other side of the river, floating into the sea.

"It's ...... Could it be that she didn't die?" Han Xuanming was full of suspicion, "Such a huge amount of life essence was poured in, but she didn't react at all, and she was clearly no different from a dead person." ”

"But if it's really dead, how can we explain everything in front of us?"

"The Tree of Life is so powerful that even a dying person can sustain his life, or even turn him back to life. However, no matter what is done, it is impossible for the dead to come back to life!"

Han Xuanming muttered quietly, the doubts in his heart were difficult to explain, and the furrowed brows were also difficult to stretch. His eyes flickered, staring there, his eyes unblinking.

"What the hell is going on?"

Finally, from the blood-colored mist, a shadow flew out.

The green silk is soft, dancing with the wind, the ice muscle and jade bones, and the cold moon shines.

The body is full of crimson, with a faint bloody aura, swirling around the whole body, looking mysterious and treacherous, and demonic and blazing. The two smooth and smooth lotus arms are unfolded, and the bewitching blood-colored gauze skirt flutters out of a flower on the other side in the wind, burning the fragrance of this life.

As soon as the palm was slapped, it was a "brush", and a large area of red mist poured in.

Han Xuanming was surprised, his stunned expression was still written on his face, and he didn't even have time to think about anything, so he leaned back and stepped back.

While retreating, the silver spirit in his hand drew an arc, like a round of crescent moon volleys, splitting the blood red in the sky, and opening up a safe area.

"This woman, what's going on?" When he made a move, Han Xuanming raised his eyes and looked at his opponent.

Where the light fell, the four eyes were facing each other, and what Han Xuanming saw was still a pair of godless eyes. In the pupils, it was gray and dim, without a trace of brilliance, like a puppet without a soul and being manipulated by others.

Of course, even so, it does not affect her tricks at all, and the palm is fierce and insidious.

"Is she dead or alive?"

At the same time, Han Xuanming couldn't help but be curious in his heart, secretly asked and guessed, thought of something, and exclaimed: "Is it a corpse that was controlled by someone?!

At this moment, the flesh slaughter took control of the injured body, and with all its strength, came here.

Although he has been injured and the residual blood at the corner of his mouth has not been completely wiped away, at this moment, the excitement on Flesh Tu's face is absolutely difficult to hide.

Flesh Tu's voice trembled with excitement: "Ah Zhu, you finally woke up! I knew that you would definitely wake up, I always believed it!"

"The master really didn't lie to me!"

Flesh and Blood Tu looked at the woman's eyes, the light in her eyes became soft and affectionate, and there was no longer a trace of evil spirit, and said excitedly: "Ah Zhu, why don't you speak? I still have a lot to say, I want to talk to you!"

Hearing this, looking at the expression on Flesh Tu's face, Han Xuanming couldn't help but feel sad for him, and in his heart, the hatred for him had also inadvertently disappeared a lot.

Maybe it was intentional, or maybe it was unintentional, Han Xuanming opened his mouth and said: "Give up! Now she is just a puppet, and she will not answer your words." ”

Han Xuanming added: "If I'm not mistaken, she should have died a long time ago!"

On the other side, hearing Han Xuanming's words, the flesh and blood were full of disdain, with a frivolous and cold expression on his face, and sneered: "It's useless! Your words can't disturb my mind in the slightest, my Ah Zhu has already returned!"

"Be sober, the person in front of you is nothing more than a dead corpse that won't even answer your questions. Han Xuanming said, and once again waved the sword in his hand, and the palm from the woman was together.

Flesh and Blood Tu snorted coldly and said, "I said, your words are useless to me. Ah Zhu is now, just because he has just woken up and is not adaptable. ”

"The master's words are not deceiving, as long as the essence of the tree of life is instilled, one day, Ah Zhu will definitely return to her original state. ”

Han Xuanming sneered: "The dead cannot be resurrected, this is the rule of this world, it is an iron law, and no one can cross it." That demon monk is just deceiving you, this woman, has already died. ”

Flesh Tu retorted: "Do you think I will believe you? Ah Zhu has never died, the master will not lie to me, what he did was just to put Ah Zhu into a deep sleep." ”

"Stupid!"

Faced with such a situation, Han Xuanming was in no mood to continue to explain, and he didn't bother to say more.

On the other side, looking at the person in front of him, the eyes of the flesh and blood slaughter became more and more expressional, raised the knife in his palm, and said softly: "Ah Zhu, let's kill this thief together." ”

A man and a woman, two layers of blood and light entangled, danced one after another.

The bloody knife in the flesh slaughterer's hand erupted with fierce light, and one after another of blood qi swirled around it, blooming blood marks in the void. With a single slash, it has the momentum of thunder, distorting the void.

Han Xuanming shook the sword, the long sword went up, a long horizontal slash, slashed on the blade, and handed over to it, immediately emitting a crisp metal trill, and the divine light exploded, dazzling.

Behind Han Xuanming, the woman attacked, with a bewitching and beautiful face, but her eyes were big and godless, without any expression.

As soon as the palm fell, the five fingers opened, like a sand dancing water, and layers of ethereal mist fell. Her posture was delicate, like a soft willow dancing in the wind, but she was ruthless, and slapped Han Xuanming's chest and back one after another.

Between the attacks, Han Xuanming's afterglow swept to the direction of his back, and the woman, with a peerless palm, struck like a swimming snake, and swam to Han Xuanming's back lightly.

Han Xuanming didn't turn around, he raised his sword and backhanded, the blade of the sword reversed, and the sword in his right hand went behind him, and at the same time, he used his left hand to slap out a palm at the flesh and blood slaughter.

"Dang!"

The two palms collided, and there was a loud sound like gold and stone striking iron.

At the moment of palming, Han Xuanming only felt that there seemed to be an electric current spreading on his arm, and a feeling of paralysis gradually spread to his whole body.

After a palm, Han Xuanming withdrew far away, looked at the two of them from afar, bit his lip, his heart tightened, and said, "Is he so strong?"

"Is it because of that woman?" Han Xuanming looked in the direction of the woman, the light in his eyes was shining.

At this time, the woman also swooped over again.

The posture is graceful, the curves are moving, and the almost transparent red veil cannot cover the skin like condensed fat and jade, white and clear, delicate and smooth. The red clothes are flying, enchanting and charming, looking at it from a distance, it is really like a blooming flower on the other side.

Two white jade hands raised towards the sky, and suddenly, the flowers on the other side bloomed, and the gorgeous and crimson petals, almost demonic, fell one after another.

In the blink of an eye, it was as if the road to the other side appeared, and the whole world turned red.

Han Xuanming didn't dare to be careless, raised the sword in his hand, and a fierce aura came out, the sword was sharp and indestructible, shining with a powerful light that broke through the ten thousand worlds.

A sword came out, and in mid-air, it drew a large half of the arc, about to cut the sky in half, and fell mercilessly towards the woman who came to the impact.

However, at the approaching moment, when the sword slashed down on her body, the woman suddenly became blurred, and scattered into petals on the other side of the sky, disappearing her trace.

The flowers on the other side were flying, fluttering like fire petals, rippling into a demonic sea, for a while, it actually covered Han Xuanming's sight, and only a fluttering red was left in sight.

In the crimson sea, the flesh slaughter is attacking, like a ghost lurking in the dark night.

The blood knife was bathed in red, stained with pieces of blood-stained petals, and bloomed into sharp arcs. The sharp knife flew away, unusually ruthless, flashing strangely, and slashed towards Han Xuanming's neck.

Han Xuanming tilted his head back, and as far as his eyes could see, a cold blade cut through the constraints of time and space.

Flesh and Blood Tu's eyes narrowed slightly, and in his eyes, a vicious electric light flashed. With a shake of his right hand, the bloody knife in his hand, the back of the knife fell downward, and the space of the shock was bright.

Han Xuanming raised his hand to counterattack, and the silver spirit in his hand slashed diagonally, picking it up towards the back of the shattered knife. At the same time, his right foot stepped on the ground, and his body was like electricity, sliding backwards, bringing up a puff of smoke and dust on the ground.

Avoiding this blow, Han Xuanming raised his hand high, and the silver spirit pumped back, like throwing a javelin, and shot out suddenly.

"Whoosh!"

The silver light attacked, like a dragon stirring the void, drawing a brilliant trajectory, making the space a little blurred, this terrible blow.

However, this is just the beginning.

The silver spirit stirred and swirled in mid-air, and the flash shot transformed, splitting into thousands of heavenly swords, infinitely gorgeous. In an instant, the terrifying demonic power crushed the void, causing the space to be as turbulent as a lake, showing ripples.

Thousands of silver lights danced, chasing and wandering above the sky, and drowned in the direction of Han Xuanming.

Seeing this scene, Flesh Tu did not greet him directly, sneered, and jumped backwards, like a goshawk spreading its wings.

In the next moment, the sky was filled with demonic mist, poignant and misty, with a color like blood, with a temperature like fire, enveloping the place. Endless petals on the other side, clear and light, flying and sprinkling, rendered this place red.

The woman struck again.

Han Xuanming's pupils shrank, and the two fingers of his right hand were put together into a sword, and he slashed across the sky, pointing there, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Go!"

Suddenly, the long sword in the sky was sharp and peerless, and the cold light was dazzling, like a meteor shower coming against the sky, oscillating terrifying ripples, spreading out in circles like ripples.

However, the flowers on the other side of the sky, soft and delicate, like silk, drifted over, and in a short time, the place was completely covered, and there was no longer the shadow of a sword.

Staring at the blood-red sky, Han Xuanming's mood became heavier and heavier, frowning and muttering to himself: "This is ......"

The space swayed, trembled, and swayed, and the petals that swayed in the air suddenly began to burn wantonly. However, such a flame, without temperature, does not hurt people, but only creates a scene.

Han Xuanming's head seemed to be about to crack, and the pain was non-stop.