How ridiculous, when he was newly born, his real mother was the one who wanted his life the most.

His father, the emperor, through the beaded curtain, heard the movement and did not even want to come in, as if he was very resistant, so he ordered the palace maid to throw him into the cold palace and fend for himself.

But Wu Ying has never been self-defeating.

He stayed in that cold palace for ten years.

Because he wants to live, to see the people he wants to see, to take the eyes and umbrellas he wants.

He knew it didn't belong to him, but he stubbornly wanted it.

He came from hell and the underworld, even if he was stained with blood and extremely evil, he was willing to come to this world for the sake of the light of the clean dawn in his heart.

Find a quiet pure land, come and put an umbrella and a pair of eyes.

Because, that's his stuff......

But at this moment, he was about to die.

Because in a trance, he saw the memories of his past.

He knew that it was the lamp that the man had returned to before he died.

It used to be at the top end of the Santu River...... He had also seen a man's marquee......

The line of the realm between Tongyuan and Changyou, even if he is Wu Ying, it is impossible to cross it easily.

But he didn't want to die, never!

Therefore, when he was extremely sleepy, his eyes were dark, and even the fire of his soul was about to be extinguished, he still stubbornly retained a trace of sanity and did not let himself sleep forever.

The stiff arm bent slightly, and a simple movement was extremely difficult, as if it were propping up a huge mountain.

With great difficulty, he reached into his arms and gently grasped the fire.

The force was extremely light, and it did not crush the flint, but used the temperature emitted by the flint to dispel the chill in the body.

This couldn't help but make his stiff fingers a little more softened.

The palm of the hand that had been holding the big red blood umbrella tightened, and he suddenly heard a cold word from outside the darkness.

Then he didn't hesitate to grasp the only chance of life, quickly let go of the flint, and then stretched out the umbrella.

At the moment when the umbrella was opened, a downpour fell over the desert of death, and the raindrops turned into threads, and then poured down like a white horse.

Shao Shenjun and Lead Mo stood in the air, and the rapid and dense raindrops hit the Immortal Armor on their bodies, each blow was like a giant hammer weighing a thousand catties.

This couldn't help but make the chains on their bodies spin wildly into umbrellas, keeping the rain out of the air.

The raindrops were shaken off by the chains, and the splintering and crystalline water splashed one after another.

Shao Mingjun looked up at the dark clouds in the sky with an expressionless face, and sneered: "I can save a lot of effort to find you, and I actually sent it to the door for a Wu Ying in person." ”

In the darkness of the night, when Wu Ying was struggling to open the blood umbrella, a pale and thin hand broke through the darkness and came quietly.

The pale palms and bright red sleeves formed two extremely alternative colors in the dark world.

The five fingers of the pale and cold palm were slender and powerful, holding Wu Ying's hand steadily, and under Wu Ying's palm was the blood umbrella.

The blood-red umbrella surface shook, and the bright red color on the umbrella surface turned into a viscous liquid, and began to flow and ripple from the umbrella surface.

It was the blood of thousands of gods, and the blood contained supreme divine might, and a layer of blood-colored flames ignited on the surface of the umbrella.

The power of the blood-burning power of the blood of the Protoss is no less than the power of a long netherworld burning reincarnation.

The Dark Night Jeo, which was difficult to break free from, was finally broken by the flames on the surface of the umbrella.

Wu Ying's imprisoned body was also released in an instant.

His already pale face turned even paler at this moment, his dull eyes shimmered with a glimmer of light, and his body was also weak and weak.

However, in the end, he did not fall into the yellow sand in embarrassment like Qian Yuchen, but fell into a cold embrace.

Wu Ying didn't look back at the woman in red, but opened his dark red eyes, looking at the dark night peerless aura that had absorbed his life force.

The blood intent in his eyes was even thicker, and it was clearly an extremely weak body, but at this moment, it erupted with an incomparable killing intent.

Wu Ying didn't hesitate to let go of the handle of the umbrella, stretched out his hand and held the pitch black tightly.

The crazy obsession in his eyes was to the bone, and under the shocked gaze of Lead Mo, he really held the dark night Jueluo, and then chuckled:

"Don't want to deprive me of anything that belongs to me!"

Then he opened his mouth and swallowed the darkness in his belly.

In an instant, wisps of black qi appeared on Wu Ying's handsome and miserable white face, and he regained his life force.

At the same time, he also let the power of the Dark Night Absolute Rao rage deep in his body and explode.

Undoubtedly, his self-defeating move made Wu Ying, who had a glimmer of life, on the verge of death at the moment.

Scarlet blood flowed frantically from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and not an inch of skeletal muscles were cried out in sharp pain.

But at this moment, Wu Ying's dark and blood-like eyes had a faint smile.

He leaned on Shangguan Tang's body behind him very unceremoniously, letting the blood flowing down his face fold her robe red, and he said a little tiredly: "Since you have come all the way to save me, then don't let me die so easily." ”

Extremely irresponsible, as if it was her duty to save him.

Shangguan Tang's thin eyebrows were slightly raised, and his dark eyes like ink abyss reflected a cold chill.

Instead of raising her eyes to look at the two Elder Netherworld Clans above the sky, she looked down at the obsessive and crazy teenager.

The dense lines of rain weave into a net, as if to blur the vision.

For a while, a touch of mania appeared in my heart.

Why is there such an inexplicable feeling.

She knew that he wouldn't be him.

It's just that the breath is similar.

But why at this moment, she was extremely irritable when she saw the faint smile in his eyes.

At this moment, there was not much time for her to delve into the cause and effect of this meaningless feeling.

The blood umbrella had returned to her hand, and the ordinary paper umbrella with white paper painting plum was hanging quietly on her waist.

She turned around slowly, and the bright red clothes swung in a beautiful arc in the rain curtain, and the cold raindrops bloomed and swirled into flowers from under the hem of her clothes.

She held her body in one hand and gradually cooled and threw Wu Ying, who was stubborn and unwilling to sleep with her eyes open, and the bright red paper umbrella blade that was not dissipating her blood cut the space in front of her.

A crack as black as night was cut in the void space, and the slender black soap boots jumped forward, and the red official robe disappeared into the crack.

The rain in the Desert of Death will eventually stop, and the cold pitch-black armor will still drip with crystal droplets.

Lead Mo looked at Shao Mingjun respectfully, but after seeing him ponder for a moment, he said in a cold tone: "Chase!"

The long secluded realm has transcended the mortal realm, and between raising your hands and feet, you can shuttle between the two worlds of space, and the realm is thousands of miles away.

Don't look at the rain that stopped for a short moment, and at this moment, Shangguan Tang and Wu Ying are afraid that they have already crossed the void to thousands of miles away.

And Shao Hell Jun and Lead Mo are also two long secluded realms.

The two tall and straight bodies dispersed like chaotic lines, and they didn't know where they were going.

The Desert of Death regains its dead silence once again.

Sitting in the land of dead sand, the night drunken dust glanced at the seriously injured and dying Qianyuchen with heavy eyes.

In the end, he sighed helplessly, then reluctantly got up and walked over, put him on his shoulder, and walked towards the border of Wu Yue with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The rain poured down from the sky, and in the rainstorm, it contained the power of the avenue to cover up, and concealed its own breath in the rain of the avenue, which can be described as the best rain escape technique.

It's a pity that Shangguan Tang is facing two Changyou.

The moment she appeared in the Death Desert, the divine consciousness of Shao Yingjun and Lead Mo was already locked on her and Wu Ying's bodies.

The sky and the earth are dark, and the space is reversed!

The strong wind continued to lift Shangguan Tang's red clothes and black hair, her eyebrows were solemn, and she held a big red blood umbrella and floated down to an unknown mountain peak.

The parachute moved again, and the space in front of him cracked again.

Shangguan Tang and Wu Ying disappeared again.

And the mountain peak that Shangguan Tang had just stood on was instantly shattered by a powerful force.

Above the collapsing sky, two rays of light flashed.

The heavy rain curtain isolated the cold killing machine locked behind him.

And Wu Ying lay behind Shangguan Tang as if it was none of her business, pillowed her chin on her thin shoulders, and said lazily:

"Don't think that if you come to save me this time, I will return the umbrella to you, it is just for you to borrow for the time being, and when it is safe, you still have to return it to me. ”

This is an overstatement, and there is no gratitude for being helped.