So far, Mo Yang has no choice but to tell the truth.

"You didn't tell us before, did you plan to ......" Bai Xiuxiu pursed her lips with a serious expression, "Don't do this in the future." ”

Ink Yang smiled and shrugged his shoulders, next time he will dare.

Yu Lingji stood next to him and didn't make a sound, if he stood in the position of junior brother, what choice would he make?

He won't tell anyone else either.

In this case, no one is willing to criticize Ink Yang.

If it weren't for the madness of the patriarch Li, I'm afraid it would be Ink Yang who sacrificed the sword.

Killua sat down next to Harish, speechless.

The left half of Harish's body was charred black, half of his face was ghostly, and the bright red blood mixed with the flesh and skin bloomed into gorgeous flowers.

"Harrick ......" The boy reached out and touched Killua's white cheek, grinning, blood pouring out of half of the ghost's face, lining his white teeth, his eyes so gentle.

"Brother, I'm here. Killua choked up and replied in the tribal language, tears welling up in her eyes.

He didn't dare to move while holding Harish's broken body, the fire of the sword-forging furnace was the fire of the sun, no one could heal the injury, and Harish's vitality was gradually dissipating.

"My brother. Harish wanted to wipe away Killua's tears, but he was in pain.

It hurts and I can't move my fingers.

The pain burned his soul directly, and Harish felt like a lonely boat, rising and falling in the rough seas, unable to grasp anything.

Maybe it's going to disappear......

"Let me see him. Bai Xiuxiu didn't know when she stood beside Killua, and this seven or eight-year-old child couldn't cry, as if he was going to be abandoned by the whole world.

Bai Xiuxiu had a voice in her heart saying that she could save Harish.

Killua looked up in a daze, only to see Bai Xiuxiu squatting down, reaching out to hold Harish's bloodstained hand, and then a warm white light flickered.

The white light gradually covered Harish's body, and although the burns did not improve, Harish stopped moaning in pain.

"If there really is Elysium, please let this child get his wish......"

The girl's voice seemed to come from a distant place, and it was so gentle that it made people want to cry.

Bai Xiuxiu can't heal Harish's injuries, but she can keep Harish's soul from collapsing.

Killua's mouth opened slightly, and he was in a trance. The girl's firm but gentle eyes coincide with the monk of Jiema 10,000 years ago, and they are all gentle and powerful people.

Under the soothing of the white spiritual power, Harish's body gradually became transparent, a faint smile hung on the corner of his lips, and his gaze never left Killua.

"Harrick, you're going to live. ”

Pure white and transparent soul, dissipated in the desert wind, the sun is about to set.

Killua reached out to touch it, but couldn't grasp anything.

"What did he tell you?" Bai Xiuxiu asked, tilting her head.

Killua opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make any sound.

"Boom-"

I only heard a loud sound that broke the earth, and the obsidian broke through the ice, and the hanging ink wrapped in it evaporated instantly.

The obsidian stone hung high above it, and its light was scorching brighter than the sun on the horizon.

The people of the Li tribe only felt that their bodies were burning, and the pain from their souls made them tremble, shouting miracles, and kneeling on the ground one after another.

"It's the Creator's punishment for us!" Patriarch Li knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, he looked at Mo Yang and the others, his eyes were scarlet, full of hatred, "It's them!

"Damn outlanders!"

“......”

The crowd is angry, and the resentful gaze comes from all directions.

Except for Ink Yang, no one could understand their words, but human emotions were common, and everyone in Kunlun instantly discovered the hatred from the Li tribe.

"What's wrong with the obsidian?" the fish spirit machine pulled out the early sun sword, and the sun and moon model on the hilt of the sword kept spinning, "The entire magnetic field is disordered. ”

Li Xuanyuan slowly straightened up, his eyes were dark, his natal sword was damaged, could it be related to obsidian?

Bai Xiuxiu was keenly aware of the pain of the tribesmen under this light, she bit her lip, her fingers flew, but she found that the infinite sword system could not be opened.

"The space here is also disordered!"

Ink Yang looked at the obsidian stone hanging high in the sky, and the dazzling light made him unable to open his eyes.

"Looks like it's going to collapse here. ”

The scene was chaotic......

The natives of the tribe rolled on the ground because of the burning pain, and their ears were full of wails and shouts, and the people of Kunlun only felt a deep sense of powerlessness crawling up from the bottom of their hearts.

They can't save themselves, and they can't save anyone.

Suddenly, I saw a crack tear open in mid-air, and a woman with orange hair fell from the sky, her long hair flying, with a thousand golden lights.

Hundreds of pieces of paper flew around him, and the pieces of paper gathered on a long bridge and flew towards the ink sun.

Ling Xiao stepped barefoot on the long bridge and walked to Ink Yang's side, landing lightly, and the orange-red skirt bloomed into a flower.

"Master!"

"Ling Xiao senior!"

The crowd exclaimed.

Killua was also speechless in surprise, this is Ling Xiao Sword Spirit, how did she get in?

"Look at you shit, I didn't follow to poke such a big basket. Ling Xiaofeng's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the obsidian in the sky and hooking his lips, "Yangyang, do you feel any difference?"

After recognizing the master, the Ling Xiao Sword has greatly increased its power.

The sword spirit and the sword master use the same spiritual power system, and the bloodline dantian coexists.

Ink Yang felt that Zhou Tian was running wildly in his body, and the spiritual power of this realm was surging from all directions.

The twenty-four swords on Bai Xiuxiu's body trembled one after another, celebrating the return of the Ten Thousand Swords Venerable Lord Ling Xiao.

Sunobsidian sensed that someone was competing with it for the aura of this realm, and the brilliance was magnificent, and layers of solar wind burst out.

Ling Xiao hooked his lips and swept his gaze over Killua who was standing motionless on the side.

"It turns out that Xuanyuan Sword Spirit is a child, no wonder he has no responsibility. ”

......

This ridicule is so well pulled that it is simply a man's silence and a woman's tears.

Ling Xiao drilled into Ling Xiao's sword, and communicated with Ink Yang, she said: "I know that you have stolen the Shuoyue of the first vein of the master, but the swordsmanship of my Miaomiaofeng is more suitable for you." ”

"I'll teach you a trick today—"

In his mind, the master was teaching him the mantra of the moves, and the woman's beautiful figure overlapped with his figure, one red and one black.

Ink Yang blessed the soul, holding the Lingxiao Sword in one hand, leaping into the air, and facing each other from afar.

"I was born with me, I will not perish, and I will compete with the sun. ”

An earth-shattering sword!

Everyone was stabbed by Guanghua and couldn't open their eyes, and even Qilu came back to his senses, looking at the person hanging in the air with complicated eyes.

This trick is called Zhenghui.

However, the obsidian stone was so easy to shatter, and after the strong light faded, it was only slightly dim, falling from mid-air, falling a hundred meters.

"This space can't be kept in the first place. Ling Xiao was a little anxious, when the space was shattered, she could take Mo Yang and the others out, as for these lonely souls and wild ghosts, she couldn't save any of them.

At this moment, Li Xuanyuan's heart suddenly moved.

I saw that the long bridge of the silent glacier on the ground formed a staircase, soaring into the sky, dragging the obsidian from the air, and all the ice rushed towards the obsidian, layer upon layer, sealing it.

The ice cube recovered its jade body and slowly cultivated into a sword shape.

The obsidian stone is embedded in the middle of the sword, and with this as the center, the sword body is covered with several cracks, and there seems to be magma rolling and flowing in the middle of the cracks.

"It's a sword that won't break!"

Killua suddenly remembered the words that Yun Jing often said at the end, and the old man's face slowly appeared in front of him, and he stretched out his hand towards the void, and was sucked by an extremely strong gravitational pull.

The soul was being reforged, the scorching heat and the cold jade body fused, as if returning to the warm embrace of that person, and the uneasiness of the soul was soothed one by one.

Killua curled up like a baby, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

He knew he was fusing with the sword, but this time it didn't hurt at all.

"Old man, did you think about today......

The child clenched his fists and grasped whatever was in his mind.