It doesn't hurt if you can't kill him with your own hands, so let him live in the world, so that no one will disturb the Huangquan Road of the Night Spirit, and he can rest assured.

"Eagle Emperor," Cuicui and the others arrived, and Fei Yu was about to disappear into the lake, and she swooped down and fell into the darkness with him.

Fei Yu ordered her to stay on the top of Cangshan to take care of the night beaver, she didn't dare to disobey the order, but then a Yu soldier went back to ask for help, so she locked up the night beaver, and rushed over with fire.

I didn't expect to see the picture of the fall of the flying feather, since I can't save him, then die with him!

The figures of the two gradually disappeared, and when the soldiers of the Yu Clan who came to support in the air saw this, their morale immediately decreased, and they immediately fled.

At this time, the hundred monks who went to Liyang to save people had already rushed in victory, and saw a large number of Yu clan soldiers gathered in the sky, and they raised their swords to attack.

A bloody battle broke out again, it was an accident and an inevitability, and in an instant, the sound of killing shook the sky and wailed again and again.

Ling Cheng's heart shook when he heard Fei Yu's evil curse, and the attack in his hand suddenly slowed down.

Yu Jin aimed at the opportunity to stab out with a sword, hitting the opponent's heart.

Suddenly, a dazzling red light appeared, forcing him to hurriedly put away his sword and cover his eyes with his sleeve, but he was still repelled by the red light ten zhang away and fell to the ground in vain.

Ling Cheng's eyes flickered, and the Qiankun painting in his hand was trembling violently, and after a while, he could no longer control it, and could only watch it break away from his palm and condense into the air.

The dazzling red light forced everyone to be unable to open their eyes, and even those monks and soldiers of the Yu Clan who were fighting endlessly couldn't help but stop fighting and covered their faces with their sleeves.

At that time, the night spirit was lying weakly on the big bed carved from the golden silk nan, his jade hand was lightly raised, his thin cheeks were bloodless, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, but he couldn't open his eyes to look at the child anyway.

Since the day she was included in the Qiankun painting by Ling Cheng, she fainted again and fell unconscious.

The fox king's body fell, and half of the demon pill in her body also left her body several times, and it was Jin Feng who fed her with her own phoenix blood and constantly poured spiritual power for her, so she forcibly left the fox king's demon pill.

Rao was like this, the night spirit still couldn't open his eyes, but he just dreamed of Ling Cheng's name, and what came to his mind over and over again was the fall of the fox king and the image of Ling Cheng being killed by Twilight.

She has long lost the idea of survival, because of her own fault, the entire fox clan has been ruined, and that is the place that her father has guarded all his life.

And she, with her own hands, destroyed it.

How can a sinner have the face to live in the world?

She complained that Ling Cheng brought her back to Lingxi, causing the fox clan to perish, causing her father to lose his life, annoyed that he pushed himself away from him again, and even refused to give her the opportunity to go to Huangquan together.

But she alone couldn't hate him, because she knew in her heart that all along, the most painful person had never been herself, and Ling Cheng had suffered far more than herself.

I hope that in the next life, I can no longer be a demon, get along with him day and night without scruples, and grow old together.

Jin Feng was so anxious that just now, she felt that the child might be about to come to life early, and the night spirit's body couldn't survive at all, and it could die at any time.

Without a moment's hesitation, she quickly forced her demon pill out and sent it into the night spirit's body, hoping to renew her life and help her give birth to Lin'er safely.

Rao is that she knows that this is the method of exchanging life for life, and she does not regret it!

With the life of her Jin Feng alone, in exchange for the lives of the night spirit and the child, this is a profitable deal.

Unexpectedly, the demon pill just disappeared into the night spirit's chest, and it was bounced out and returned to her body again.

The force of the impact shook her backwards until she slammed into the golden wall, and then staggered to her knees.

She hurriedly got up, blood slid down the corners of her mouth to her forehead, dripping all the way to the ground, and she trampled under her feet.

Looking at the night spirit who was still unconscious, she was heartbroken, and on her graceful and luxurious jade cheeks, she had already burst into tears.

Night Spirit cultivates water magic, and she is a scorching body, water and fire are incompatible, her demon pill, Night Spirit naturally can't stand it.

In a panic, he suddenly thought that his phoenix-blooded night spirit was not repulsed, and before he had time to think about it, he turned into a dagger, slashed his wrist, and moved it to the night spirit's lips.

Blood dripped down, and the white lips of the night spirit had turned red, and the blood slid down the corners of the lips to the neck, hidden in the red clothes.

Jin Feng hurriedly pinched the night spirit's mouth open, and the blood finally dripped into her mouth, slowly sliding to her throat and fusing into her body.

The night spirit's pale cheeks gradually regained a little blood, and Jin Feng's face showed a painful look, seeing that the blood in his wrist had been drained, but the night spirit still did not wake up.

A terrible thought suddenly flashed through my head, and my heart was bleeding.

The heart is the place where the demon pill gathers, and it is also the place where the spiritual power is the most mellow, as long as you take out your heart's blood, you will definitely be able to save the night spirit.

After making up his mind, he raised the dagger again and stabbed it into his chest, using the last trace of spiritual power to pour all the blood in his heart into the mouth of the night spirit.

And she, unable to support it any longer, fell to the ground slowly, with a bitter smile on her pale cheeks.

Yinchang, Feng'er will be with you soon, don't worry! Ling'er will be fine!

In a trance, she saw the fox king with a smile on his face, approaching her step by step, stretching out his big hand, inviting her to go to the road to Huangquan together.

She smiled and raised her hand to be invited, but she couldn't touch his palm.

Seeing the fox king drifting away in front of her, she was so anxious that she barely supported herself on her elbows, and wanted to chase after him.

"Yin, Chang," she whispered the fox king's name, trying to make him wait for herself.

For more than 200 years, she never called his name, but before she died, she called his name over and over again, but he still left without looking back.

Xu was a little tired, the jade hand slid down in vain, the heavy body slowly fell to the ground, a pair of affectionate eyes closed weakly, and two tears slipped to the corners of the eyes.

Even if the fox king didn't want to wait for her, she still wanted to follow in his footsteps.

The golden figure gradually dimmed, turning into fragments of starlight, drifting away with the wind.

The person on the bed seemed to notice something, Sakura's lips trembled slightly, her long eyelashes kept fluttering, and her tears had already become a chain of beads, but she still couldn't open her eyes.

But the child in the womb couldn't wait to be born, and he kept swimming back and forth in the belly of the night spirit, trying to find a glimmer of life.

The strong desire to survive made him fight hard, and he rushed out directly.

Suddenly, the entire golden house was shrouded in a bloody light, and a red shadow the size of a child scurried wildly in the air, and it glanced at the weak woman on the bed, and then flew out of the golden house.

Rao is night spirit is dressed in red, but it still can't hide the dazzling blood red, the blood slid down the red clothes, slid down the plain white brocade quilt, and then spread to the edge of the bed, dripping all the way to the ground, and then flowing forward unscrupulously.

Like a nimble little red snake, it twists and turns.

The night spirit felt that the child had left her body, and she longed to see him before she died, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her jade hand was slightly raised, but she couldn't open her eyes anyway.

The jade hand that had just been raised fell weakly, and on the pale cheeks, the cherry lips opened and closed, but there was no sound.

She could only guess from the slowly moving mouth, and she said: "Ling Cheng, you don't want to leave me again in the next life, unless, I don't want you!"

The weak figure gradually became transparent and dim, and then turned into a little silver light, floating in this golden palace, until it was never seen again.

Ling Cheng's heart trembled, endless cold hit his body, and when the scorching sun was in the sky, he was shivering as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He didn't know what was going on, he just felt the pain, as if someone had ripped his heart out.

The dazzling red light gradually faded, but the Qiankun painting still kept vibrating.

Twilight was the first to react, the red light just now was the birth of the demon girl's child.

They did calculate Ling Cheng from the beginning, but there was one thing they didn't lie, that kid was bloody, a calamity, and an existence that the world could not tolerate!

Seeing that the painting was already showing signs of opening, he immediately raised his sword and shouted: "Blood is born, you can't let him escape from that painting, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

The rest of the people woke up from a dream, and they all raised their swords and set out, aiming directly at the half-rolled Qiankun painting.

Some of the monks who were closer were already volleying into the air, and their movements were swift and lightning rushed straight ahead.

The painting glowed a dazzling red again, and several people felt that the heat was unbearable, as if they were close to the flames, and the whole person was about to melt.

The pupils of astonishment suddenly dilated, and the red light was like countless sharp blades, piercing their eyes, and a burning stinging sensation quickly swept through their bodies.

They continued to let out a cry of pain, and within a few moments, they were already bursting to death.

Suddenly, blood was sprinkled everywhere, flesh and bones flew sideways, startling the monks on the ground, who were about to move, unconsciously retreated, and no one dared to take half a step forward.

The dumbfounded soldiers of the Yu clan heard the screams, woke up in vain, and immediately fled in all directions.

But the painting didn't give them a chance to escape, it spun back and forth in the air at a speed of light, crashing all the way to them.

With each impact, blood sprayed, stumps and broken bones flew in all directions, and the deep blue water of the lake instantly turned black.

There seemed to be nothing but the incessant screams and the disgusting smell of blood.

Twilight Han stared at the painting in a daze, and the big hand that raised the sword couldn't stop trembling, Rao is exhausted, but he didn't expect that the child in the night spirit's womb was not a blood demon at all, but a blood demon.

The blood demon descended into the world, destroyed the heavens and the earth, and stained the sky with blood!

If he was really allowed to escape from that painting, the consequences would be unimaginable, not to mention whether he could protect those ordinary people, but I was afraid that everyone present would die here.

The grim eyes looked around, but they saw that everyone couldn't stop trembling, and some of the monks who had cultivated to be mediocre had already fled in all directions.

The red light faded again, and the scroll suddenly spread out, revealing a lifelike landscape painting, in which a blood-red fist-sized light and shadow swam back and forth, constantly propping up and falling the painting.

At this time, Twilight Han had no time to hesitate, and shouted again: "The Blood Demon is coming out, don't let him be a disaster to the world, quickly!