The Ghost Head General came out of the Ghost Head Ring again, and on the hideous green face, a clear and obvious scar was cracked from between the eyebrows to the corners of the mouth.

The people in front of him and behind him surrounded Li Xiaoyi, his big mouth opened, and he let out a whimper like a ghost cry.

The ghost spirit also came out, looking depressed, as if the next moment, he would faint, but he was holding the Sifang Treasure Mirror that he picked up from nowhere, next to Li Xiaoyi.

One person and two ghosts, standing on top of the wasteland, the smell of smoke and fire everywhere, pungent and spicy, as if he came to the Netherworld for the first time, and it was only them who accompanied him in the end.

The moon hook came again, Li Xiaoyi swung his knife and rushed forward, and the ghost-headed general roared, but he was not afraid.

The ghost spirit hugged the Quartet Treasure Mirror tightly and rose to the sky, and the Treasure Mirror shone in all directions.

The moon hook came, it fell from the sky, the moon hook came, it rolled down the wasteland, the moon hook came, he danced the knife and fought hard.

Just don't retreat, because there's no retreat!

The ghost rose into the air again, fell again, and the ghost-headed general burst out of the grass and was once again swept away.

They were still rushing, following closely behind the man, until Li Xiaoyi couldn't get up anymore, and when the ghost general's green hair was gone, the ghost spirit fell from the sky and couldn't get up again.

The wind was gusting in the wasteland, and his hand was still holding the knife, staring ahead, becoming clearer and clearer, and the godkillers, who were no longer deliberately hidden, were looking at this side.

Stretched out his other hand and stroked the ghost general's cracked grimace, the ghost seemed to be absent, and the spirit body was difficult to support, but it still used its last strength and snuggled into Li Xiaoyi's arms.

On the horizon, the fiery red sun gradually set, and Li Xiaoyi no longer looked at those god killers who were getting closer and closer, but at the endless wasteland.

Like the sea, thinking of Ao Xu, thinking of the bottom of the deep sea, thinking of Ao Xu's anger after learning of his death, Li Xiaoyi grinned.

Looking at the wasteland again, the wind and grass are moving, like the sea of clouds on the top of Kunlun Mountain, layered and swaying, missing his Kunlun team, but it is heartache, just because I think of her.

put the fainting and unconscious ghost head general into the ghost head ring, and forcefully drove the ghost spirits who refused to leave into the evil yin armor.

Li Xiaoyi held Jing Zhongyue with all his might, and stood up from the wasteland tremblingly.

The head of white hair has been stained red by blood, and in front of his chest, the body armor of the Four Heavens hangs to the ground in tatters, and the clothes on his body are full of wounds.

Coming in front of him were six high-level god-killers, walking without hurry, the moon hook in their hands, whispering in the wind, like the call of death.

Li Xiaoyi's big day has come, and he thinks that countless times he has been thinking about how he will die in the future?

Whether she died of a serious illness in a dilapidated hut with no one to take care of, or died at her hands halfway through revenge, but she never thought that she would become an immortal and ascend to Bai Yujing.

I never thought that the original world that he loved and hated at the same time, he didn't go back, and today he was going to be a corpse wilderness, he grinned, his eyes were hideous.

The knife whispered in the wind, and the six god killers who were gradually approaching suddenly stopped their steps and looked at Li Xiaoyi with a wary face.

The moon hook was thrown, but the hand holding the knife was trembling, and inside the Nirvana Orb, the Heavenly Spirit Divine Fire was once again released from the body, and the moon hook hanging on the body disappeared again.

Li Xiaoyi's face began to become distorted and hideous because of the piercing pain, but he was still smiling, and the knife in his hand never fell.

The moon hook is coming again, the blood is splashing, burning again, coming again! Burning again, coming again!

Finally, he knelt down, the weight of his whole body was almost on the blade, he no longer knew how much blood he had shed, although the rattan juice spiritual liquid was the elixir of heaven and earth, but it could not replenish the qi and blood in his body in time.

His face was already as white as a dead man, and he stubbornly used the last strength of his body, and once again stood on the wasteland.

This time, he didn't look at the flying moon hook again, nor did he look at the six godkillers again, just stared blankly at the sky, looked at the darkening night, and entered his eyes.

Waiting for the arrival of that moment is the last, the rivers and lakes of the rivers and lakes, the soul returns, and there is no root. The people of the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes are dead, and the lives of Huangquan are also fate!

The moon hook came, but there was no pain, the moon hook came, and there was no blood staining the sky, Li Xiaoyi lowered his head, his chest and body were empty, and the god killers in the distance were falling one after another.

His vision had become blurred, and in the abdomen of the Purple Palace Dan, he couldn't lift a trace of aura, looking into the distance, almost in a few breaths, the god killers fell down one after another, and never stood up again.

And when he wanted to react, he only felt that his whole body was floating, his body flew up, and in a blink of an eye, he actually entered the retreat.

It's just a blink of an eye, it's a thousand miles away, Li Xiaoyi gritted his teeth, stiffened himself to prevent himself from fainting, looked at the blurred light and shadow in front of him, and wanted to see clearly, but suddenly the back of his head was shocked, and he fainted.

Someone sneered, looked back at the stubborn and thin face, and then turned his head into the distance, and the light floated, and in a blink of an eye, the vast wasteland had come to an end.

As for the corpses of the six god-killers, they had been hidden in the wilderness, and dozens of figures, in the short time since they had been gone, there had already appeared in the place where Li Xiaoyi had fought.

A golden-armored corpse, golden-faced fangs, as if it was a gold-plated whole body, golden light, at a glance, the six corpses on the wasteland, looking up to the sky and roaring, full of unwillingness and anger.

On the other side, in the depths of a mountain cliff and rock wall, Li Xiaoyi had just woken up from a coma, and when Huo Ran got up, he had already drawn his knife.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but the naturally formed caves.

A ray of light shines from the top of the head, it is actually a naturally formed "skylight", there is light falling, on the outside of the cave, the water curtain is like a bead falling on a jade plate, tinkling in an endless stream.

Together, the tingling sensation followed, and Li Xiaoyi touched his head, and the pain was abnormal.

Take out the rattan juice spiritual liquid, pour the last few drops of this bottle into your mouth, rinse it with water a few times, and drink it all.

On the bluestone platform, a small bronze tripod exudes a faint treasure light, and Li Xiaoyi picked it up, which was the Xinghe tripod that he had dropped on the wasteland.

Collected into the colorful gold ring, the rest of the magic weapons are checked one by one, and there is no loss or loss.

The rattan juice spiritual liquid has been dispersed into the body, and the Nirvana Spirit Orb has begun to rotate again, and the purple palace pill abdomen, full of aura, began to walk all over the body, although the pain is unbearable, it is still a lot more comfortable.

Dragging his tired body, Li Xiaoyi found a waterhole on the outside of the cave, and took out a jade bottle as black as ink from the colorful gold ring.

It was the essence of yin qi that he got from the Yin Spirit Divine Tree and the ancient spirit back then, and when he opened the cap of the bottle, Li Xiaoyi poured most of it into it without hesitation.

The originally crystal clear water of the pool immediately became as black as ink and became viscous.

The temperature of the entire cave also began to freeze because of the essence of yin qi.

The strong yin qi was emitted all around, Li Xiaoyi dipped it with his fingers, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes and felt it for a while, frowning slightly.

Looking at the small half bottle of Yin Qi essence that was still left in his hand, Li Xiaoyi sighed, and threw it into the waterhole along with the jade bottle.

The ghost head ring on his finger, as well as the badly damaged Yin Yin Armor, were also thrown in.

After doing all this, Li Xiaoyi sat calmly beside him, began to meditate on refining qi, and recovered from the injuries in his body, regardless of who saved him.