The ghost thorn couldn't figure it out, but the current situation was critical, and he couldn't afford to think about it carefully, so he only cursed angrily and secretly cursed, and swore that after the curse broke out of the formation, he would definitely break the damned person in the formation into pieces.

He pinched it hard, and the bone knife "clanged", staggered into a huge "broken" word, which was like a knife, with a sharp white blade, converging into a constantly rotating white ball of light, slashing heavily towards the entangled vines.

The vine fell down weakly and bonelessly, rubbing the blade of the bone knife to one side, and then a few "click, click" came softly, like the sound of all things, two young leaves were born on the vine, and the yellow-green shimmer on the leaf swayed leisurely, gently rolling the bone knife light.

With a "boom", the bone knife light cluster quickly collapsed and dispersed, and the heavy slash just now only left a shallow knife mark on the two weak young leaves.

When the bone knife light dissipated, the ghost stab "poof", spurting out a mouthful of blood, and under the sudden serious injury, his mind dispersed, and his eyes were slightly misty.

At this time, the plain white sunset flowers bloomed, as if countless full moons were embellished among the green vines, and the plain white fluorescence stung the eyes of the ghost thorns, and the fluorescence was pervasive, and in the unconscious, it invaded his spiritual platform.

As soon as the fluorescent side touched the spirit platform of the ghost thorn, it gathered into a blooming sunset flower pot, opened and closed, the stamen was like a hook, and stabbed into the depths of the spirit platform, and a trace of scarlet blood overflowed and submerged into the flower pot.

Then, the light curtain flickered brightly and dimly, and there were many shadows, but there was never a trace of human speech, only a cry was heard, although the cry was low, but it was painful, as if there were thousands of miserable ghosts hidden in the depths of the light curtain.

Yun Houpu and Jinu outside the light curtain saw this scene, and immediately overjoyed, a coincidental yellow finch came to find this rare way for them to live, the two of them glanced at each other, first slowly retreated a few steps, and saw that there was nothing unusual, so they turned around and ran away, and ran wildly to the mouth of the Guigu Valley, and saw that no one had caught up, so they stopped panting, and looked back with palpitations.

And the ghost thorn in the light curtain was worthy of being the master of the Holy Demon Sect, and he was only distracted for a short moment, and then he quickly came back to his senses, seeing the light of the Xiyan Tomb Soul Array circulating, and the miserable white light came all around him, his hands flew like wheels, and a blood-red full moon slowly rose in front of him.

"Huh" The ghost thorn's eyes widened angrily, and he shouted, as if he had poured all the mana around his body into the full moon, and the blood-colored moon was bright red and dazzling, gradually condensing, turning into thousands of eyes, all of them were angry and round, their eyes were bloodshot, and they roared and crashed into the Xiyan fence.

The ripples on the light curtain suddenly appeared, and after the "poof" sounded softly, dozens of sunset flowers burst open in an instant, turning into a handful of faint clouds and smoke, dissipating invisible.

Seeing that the blow was imminent, and the formation was hopeful, the ghost thorn's expression was a little more relaxed, and he pinched the trick again, and thousands of eyes were deeply embedded in the light curtain, and the light curtain suddenly showed a tendency to be overwhelmed, and even the emerald green vines gave birth to traces of withered yellow.

Unexpectedly, before the joy of the ghost stabbed reached the bottom of his eyes, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and the crying in the depths of the light curtain suddenly became poignant and tragic, the crying was heartbreaking, and even the throat was hoarse, and the crying was out of breath.

And the vines in the void suddenly swayed violently and grew wildly, like endless grass in spring, a layer of deep green covered by a layer of light blue, plain white fluorescence like lightning, flashing and jumping in the rippling blue waves, and where the flower pots burst, a burst of fluorescence tumbled, and countless flowers bloomed one after another, like a full moon, and the light was sharp.

Only a few soft "bang" sounds were heard, and the blood-colored full moon cracked into countless fragments, and the eyes embedded in the light curtain also dissipated closely, and the mana of the ghost thorn was obviously unsustainable, and it was difficult to break the formation.

The cry became more and more miserable, like countless unlucky people hugging their heads and crying in the ears of the ghost, crying he was upset, his mind was more and more distracted, and the little fluorescence on the spiritual platform gathered more and more.

The ghost thorn's face turned pale, he tried his best to stabilize his mind, and bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, blood overflowed from the corner of his lips in an instant, and a thick bloody gas filled his mouth, and his heart was condensed by severe pain, the person who set up the formation was obviously outside the formation, as long as the person who set up the formation always urged the formation, then sooner or later he would run out of mana and be trapped in this formation, and the person who set up the formation collected the soul essence blood.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and after thinking about it, he finally had no choice but to pinch it.

The strange magic trick sounded, coming out from the depths of the light curtain, and a gloomy and empty sound hovered outside the formation.

The yin wind swept by the rocks, and a woman's figure flickered, and she walked out stiffly from behind the rocks, her hands shaking lightly, and a wisp of green light bypassed between her fingers, and then a vine snaked out.

This vine looks very similar to the one in the Xiyan Tomb Soul Array, but if you look closely, it is slightly different, and the woman has words in her mouth, and there is a little blue shimmer on the vine.

At this moment, a woman rushed out of the cable-lace, hugged the stiff woman, a slight flash on her fingertips, and condensed a drop of bright red blood, and then raised her hand to wipe it on the woman's eyebrows, and the blood quickly disappeared.

After doing this, she hugged the woman tightly and refused to let go, only crying bitterly: "Sister, sister, sister, look at me, look at me, I am Xiyan, I am Xiyan." ”

But the stiff woman turned a blind eye to this person, and even ignored the heart-rending cry, without even turning her eyes, she just blindly pinched the trick and attacked the Xiyan Tomb Soul Array that trapped the ghost thorn.

Far away, at the moment when the stiff woman appeared to break the formation, Su Zi turned around suddenly, his expression changed suddenly, his eyes were slightly cold, penetrating the boundless night, and looking at the location of the Xiyan Tomb Soul Array.

Without hesitation, he left Yun Zhouzi and Dan Cheng and flew away, leaving Yun Zhouzi stunned, and was about to open his mouth to ask something, but his eyes shrank, looking into the depths of the night, his expression was full of mixed feelings, and the words came to his lips but stopped abruptly.

Su Zi's expression was solemn, the light around his body shone brightly, and he walked silently on the water, with full caution, and went towards the stiff woman in the night.

At this time, the Xiyan Tomb Soul Array has shown a trend of insupport, the woman named Xiyan panicked, she and the woman who broke the formation are twins, with the same appearance and blood, and the exercises are connected to each other, and it is only a matter of an instant for her to break the formation she has laid out.

The white light curtain gradually faded down, and the ghost thorn in the annoyance and anger was faintly visible, Xiyan was very anxious, the knife light flashed in his hand, and he actually cut off a section of his finger obliquely, and the blood at the wound suddenly gushed like a spring, and her wrist shook, and the blood rained one after another, and a drop did not enter the woman's eyebrows.

Immediately, she held the woman's shoulders tightly, kept shaking and crying, and cried hoarsely: "Sister, sister, wake up, hurry, hurry, hurry, I'm Xiyan, my sister, I'm your sister." ”

But the woman still didn't react at all, and she kept pinching the trick with a stiff body, attacking the formation.

At this time, the formation made a huge blasting sound, and she turned back tremblingly, and was meeting the eyes of the ghost thorn, her face turned pale suddenly, and she was desperate.

And the ghost thorn also saw Xiyan at a glance, and shouted angrily: "Clotted fat, it turned out to be you, you wait, this seat will definitely make your life worse than death." ”

Xiyan was silent, only biting her lower lip fiercely, she had been planning for several years, only to wait for this good opportunity, what if she fought for half her life, even if she fought for her own life, she had to save her loved ones back, she resolutely pinched a trick, and countless blood stains escaped from her body quickly, and disappeared into the soul array of Xiyan's tomb in an instant.

The humming sound of the formation, the originally withered yellow vines and withered sunset flowers, suddenly became full of vitality again, and the faint plain white light flew layer by layer, covering the sky and the sun.

The ghost thorn was trapped by the formation again, and he couldn't break the ban for a while, so he couldn't help but urge him angrily.

A layer of black mangs covered the woman's face, and two clusters of green flames burned in her godless eyes, and she turned suddenly, her five fingers slightly open like sharp eagle claws, and her nails were more than three inches long.

Flashing with a green shimmer, he frantically grabbed at Xiyan.

The palm was like the wind, and the bloody aura carried a strong death intent, drawing ripples of Bai Sensen in the void. The palm of the palm does not stop, and the airtight palm will force Xiyan to retreat.

Xiyan couldn't dodge, her shoulder was grabbed fiercely, leaving five deep claw marks that could be seen in the bones, and the blood spilled out in an instant, her face was pale and she spit out a mouthful of blood, her body staggered fiercely, and Tengteng retreated a few feet away.

And the Xiyan Tomb Soul Array screamed violently at the moment when Xiyan was seriously injured, and the light curtain shattered, and the green vines and Xiyan flowers in the middle of it all quickly withered and yellowed, turning into nothingness.

"Clotted fat, this seat is going to peel you and break your bones. At this time, the ghost thorn was covered in blood, his clothes were ragged, his face was dull like a twilight, obviously he had lost a lot of soul and essence blood, he was really embarrassed and couldn't be embarrassed anymore, where was there still a little bit of the demeanor of the Holy Demon Sect's refining envoy, he broke out of the formation in an instant, roared angrily, his body flashed, and his palm grabbed at Xiyan.

In the deep night, Xiyan's pale face was lonely and absolute, and his eyes looked at the palm of the ghost thorn without blinking, not dodging or dodging, but reached out and held the stiff woman's hand, and smiled sadly: "Sister, I'm here to accompany you." ”

In the woman's originally godless eyes, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed, like a meteor piercing the night sky, although it was fleeting, it still left traces of faint light, and the hand held by Xiyan moved weakly.

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