He Huairen, who originally looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, vented his heart's pleasure to the fullest, also soon found that the "demon girl" who was pierced by his sword not only did not have the tendency of dissipating qi and blood and waiting for death, but on the contrary, his strength skyrocketed, and the qi around his body surged, and the golden light flowed.

He was stunned for a moment, annoyed and angry, but it was too late, and now Ah Ying had to be protected by the Sanskrit golden words of the Death Sutra, and there was an endless surge of qi under the image of the true dragon. He Huairen can't be approached!

"Damn!"

He Huairen tried his best to lean towards Ah Ying against the qiguang, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hurt Ah Ying for half a point.

If this demented and quiet woman has been asleep, then at this moment, she began to open her eyes and look at the world.

Only a hoarse voice came out of the rich golden light, and she questioned the morality of this day, this earth, and this world, "I deserve to stand between heaven and earth, but how does the way of heaven and earth treat me?"

"Poof~"

Everyone's eyes were instantly pierced by the rich aura of gold and white. He Huairen's body was like sand and dust, and he was instantly shocked and flew out.

The roaring and hissing of exhaustion became more and more intense.

Everyone couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat again, and the Qingcang Giant Sword that could break the heavens and the earth was so easily lifted up by "a piece of sand"!

The Ten Thousand Evil Ghost Ancestors who were in the thick clouds of the sky also sensed the abnormal movement below, and a strong force urged the Qingcang Giant Sword to rise slowly.

The Ten Thousand Evil Ghost Ancestors were shocked, how could they dare to believe that a weak woman had the power to regret the heavens, and then urge the Hundred Spirits Reincarnation Bead to try her best to stop this power.

In the rich light, the sharp sword that went straight to the heart had already dyed her clothes bright red, and her eyes full of incandescent flames were endless, and she was like a wild beast, vowing to lift the day.

I don't know how long these two rare divine powers in the world have been deadlocked, and everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them.

The Qingcang Giant Sword was unable to defeat "this gravel" in the end, and finally lost its reputation. As the golden and white points of light went up, the broad sword body cracked and splashed, and finally fell into nothingness.

It was an extremely long time, and everyone was holding their breath, as hard as it could be. Mixed with the same son asked himself one by one in his heart, even if the two divine skills of the same cultivator Sutra and Dragon Venerable Jue, when the middle sword is dying, can there be such a power against the sky?

Everyone witnessed the shadow of the near-beast wrapped in divine light, destroying the Qingcang Giant Sword little by little, and finally ascended to the sky towards the source of the Qingcang Giant Sword, and a black qi with a rich blue light attacked!

The cyan light shone again, although it was only in an instant, but it stained the entire sky, and a strong wind surged, flying sand and stones.

When the sand and gravel settle, the blue light in the sky fades, and everything is over......

Everyone began to regain their senses, but they were startled by the heart-rending cry. A half-grown teenager collapsed to the ground as if he had lost everything.

Bei Mingxuan looked at the figure falling in the sky, and his face was extremely ugly. Finally, he no longer hesitated and ran towards the falling figure!

He held his bloodstained body, not feeling the slightest hint of her anger. He wanted to look down at her face again, but found that he didn't even have the courage.

After a moment of effort, Aman had already tried his best to run to his side, "Sister, sister, why are you leaving Aman again, sister ......"

Bei Mingxuan was silent for a moment and finally spoke, "Aman, A-Ying won't ...... Won't die...... I'm going to take her to the best doctor in the world......"

The dark clouds in the sky began to retreat, and a wide robe wrapped in black qi descended at great speed.

"Master...... Master, how are you?" Ji Wuxi, the ice golem, and the domain fire greeted him.

The Ten Thousand Evil Ghost Ancestor's body twitched violently, and he vomited a mouthful of blood. His gaze was firmly fixed on Bei Mingxuan's back and Ah Ying, who had lost his breath in his arms.

"Unexpected...... I can't think of the world...... And such terrifying masters!But it's okay...... The rise of fame is also the time to end the grave. ”

Who would embarrass a dead man?

The countless eyes of the Xuanmen Demon Sect fell on the blood-clothed woman in Bei Mingxuan's arms. Looking at her blood-pale face, the sword that went straight to her chest and had not yet been drawn. There were even quite a few people who breathed a sigh of relief.

Elder Changling was killed, Master Du Nan passed away, Master Bitter Joy was disabled, and everything was over......

But there are two eyes that are still expecting something...... It is the bitterness of hiding Feng and not being able to stand up again for life.

The Xuanyao has flown away, the gods and men have passed away, and the masters of the Xuanmo and Demon factions are also injured and have no reason to fight anymore.

In this action, the Xuanhuo Divine Bird did not fall into the hands of Yansha, and the conspiracy of the Demon Sect did not succeed, so the Mingzi and the others were naturally much easier.

"Xuanmen sects, today's matter can also come to an end. On the way back, we have to walk together. Don't forget that injured vicious dogs can also bite!" Mixed Zi said with a straight face, and couldn't help but squint at Bei Gu Feng, Situ Yuanyin, Ten Thousand Evil Ghost Ancestors and others.

Then he jumped up, wrapped in divine light.

The people of Xuanmen also didn't stop staying for half a moment, and after a while, they were all gone.

......

In a rather prosperous town in the north of Daning.

Pedestrians on the street avoided one after another, and Bei Mingxuan shuttled quickly with the lifeless Ah Ying in his arms, followed by Ah Man and Yu Qianqian.

When I saw a medical center, I rushed in. This was the fifth hospital they had sought, and it was clear that none of the doctors would treat the dead.

This time, the three of them, along with the unconscious Ah Ying, were blasted out. Bei Mingxuan didn't do it like the former anymore, punching and kicking the doctor's disciples.

At the end of the curtain, a dilapidated monk's temple outside the city welcomed its occupants.

Bei Mingxuan knew that the woman in his arms had no sign of survival at all, and it was precisely because of this that he held back and did not make a move on the last doctor.

There was a faint hope in his heart, and he couldn't even believe it for a moment. That's a story told by Aman in the Jingzhai Pavilion of the Temple of the Afterlife, the story of Ah Ying.

A woman who has cultivated her body veins to reach the supreme hegemony realm, a woman who has survived for three hundred years, will never lose her life so easily!

Bei Mingxuan carefully put Ah Ying on the ground, and came to Ah Man in a trance, holding his cheek, and trembling while wiping Ah Man's wet cheeks: "Ah Man, Ah Ying will not die! She has lived for three hundred years, she has cultivated to the highest realm of the body, she will never die like this, this is what you told me!"

Aman, who had been whimpering and crying, stopped crying slightly, stared at Ah Ying who was lying still, and was even more afraid in his heart, and said hoarsely: "But...... But ......"

Hearing that Ah Man would be speechless for a while, the luster in Bei Mingxuan's eyes also dimmed a little. He was startled suddenly, and said hurriedly: "I'm going to send true qi for her to heal, Ah Ying will definitely be able to survive, definitely!"

Yu Qianqian, who was standing on the side, finally couldn't bear it, grabbed Bei Mingxuan's sleeve, and pulled him over, "Xiao Xuanzi, wake up, Ah Ying is gone, she is dead...... Really ......"

Bei Mingxuan was stunned in front of Yu Qianqian, unable to react for a while, like petrification.

Bei Mingxuan raised his arms suddenly, and only said silently: "Ah Ying is not dead." And he began to do things on his own.

Night gradually fell, Ah Man and Bei Mingxuan both had deep feelings for Ah Ying, and they couldn't accept the fact that Ah Ying was leaving for a while. Only Yu Qianqian is still sober.

She picked up a pile of dry wood and built a bonfire in the ruined temple. The rest of the time was pillow arms silently watching Bei Mingxuan deliver true qi to Ah Ying over and over again!

Yu Qianqian saw the rare seriousness on Bei Mingxuan's face, and then became anxious and restless, she knew that everything Bei Mingxuan was doing at the moment was in vain, but she didn't bother him again.

For only this futility can make his heart feel a little better.

I don't know how long this futile transfer of true qi lasted until Bei Mingxuan exhausted his last bit of strength and completely fainted. Aman didn't know when he couldn't hold it anymore and fell asleep.

Yu Qianqian silently looked at Ah Ying, who was still pierced into her body by the sword, and began to feel sleepy. She said to herself: "You are the most extraordinary woman I have ever seen in my life." ”

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of footsteps outside the door, which immediately made Yu Qianqian, who had not yet fallen asleep, tremble. She jerked to her feet, trying to find out.

But before he could take a few steps, he felt dizzy in his brain and lost consciousness for a moment.

At night, a handsome figure appeared at the door of the ruined temple.