The yin wind is strangling, and it is coming in an instant.

Wang Ruoli was a person who easily accepted defeat, endured the pain, and stood up stubbornly.

If the king leaves the sky and roars, even if he uses spiritual power to fight against mana, will he be afraid? Will he retreat? Will he be killed like this?

No, if you don't have the courage to fight, what kind of face does you have to make a bold statement, want to ascend to the sky to disobey the order, and win the sky!

The red maple flew, remnants, accompanied by the noise of the yin wind, Wang Ruo's head was white, his spiritual power was rushing, and his eyes were not affectionate, nor was it righteousness, but a desperate fight against fate.

Wang Ruoli poured all his life into it, just to break the formation with a sword, "take the maple to break the attack", ride the maple penetration, fly the maple, the red maple spiritual power and the fierce yin wind hit head-on, like the east wind breaking the dawn, and the meteor shattered the sky.

Chengfeng, who had turned the tide several times, was like a kite with a broken line under the mana of the yin wind, and the sword was broken and fell quietly. Wang Ruoli felt as if his body was about to explode in the next moment, and in the face of the heavy blow of Yin Wind Mana, he completely declared defeat.

Wang Ruoli was swept up by the wind and slammed into the ground, his face was dead white, and a mouthful of thick blood spat out of his mouth.

......Seeing this, Hongshang burst into tears, screamed sadly, and hurriedly crawled over.

Wang Ruoli was lying on the ground, seriously injured, and had run out of oil, and he no longer had the slightest ability to fight in the face of the yin wind mana, so he could only helplessly wait for the yin wind to come and wring the two of them into pieces.

Wang Ruoli laughed at himself for a while, what a cruel reality, his cultivation strength was still too weak, and he couldn't even fight against a remnant formation, so why not ask the sky, it was ridiculous.

Wang Ruoli laughed miserably, although he was unwilling, but he could have no regrets, because he had done his best.

Hongshang tried his best to finally grab Wang Ruoli's right hand before the yin wind swept again, no words, no crying, only a pair of tearful eyes, looking at Wang Ruoli with affection, as if time was frozen at this moment.

The yin wind swept in again, with a majestic momentum that destroyed the withering and decaying, roaring the judgment of death.

At this moment, with the Yin Wind mana approaching, Wang Ruoli suddenly noticed that his body had undergone a drastic change.

It turned out that a stone with a glowing danqing luster suddenly fell into the red maple space and fell into the pool of danqing divine spring, causing the spring water to set off wind and waves, causing the blue and red mist around to spread outward and begin to flow, as if it had become a hanging

Patches of blue-red clouds in the sky above the red maple space.

The restlessness of the spring mist aroused a domineering and domineering maple red force, spreading out in all directions, and the space and land began to expand sharply, and in an instant, it was already several times larger.

Wang Ruoli vaguely remembered this stone, which should have been the blue-red thing that was punched into his body when he was in that strange place, when the scattered young man sighed that he had no chance to become a spirit. I vaguely feel that this stone is somewhat similar to the dripping stone at the half-waist of the statue in the center of Danqing Caolu Square.

Feeling the coming of death, Hongshang held Wang Ruoli's right hand tightly and refused to let go for a moment. Suddenly, a soft and docile mist passed from Wang Ruoli's hand, spread along Hao's wrist, and spread upward.

On the occasion of dying, Hongshang didn't pay much attention to it, but just looked at it in a blink of an eye, and saw some thin blue and red mist, like a group of naughty children, permeating the arms, some warm, some cool, and feeling very comfortable.

However, Wang Ruoli's side was completely different, as the green and red mist spread in all directions, the momentum of the red maple around Wang Ruoli soared suddenly, and the yin wind that was originally open and dancing with teeth and claws was eclipsed in front of this red maple momentum, and in an instant, it shattered, making the Yin Evil Array become fragmented.

The red maple spread out in a hurry, like a torrential wave turning over the sea, completely sweeping the entire forest.

Everything was born too fast, and when Wang Ruoli reacted, he had already seen the forest in front of him, the trees were lying horizontally and vertically, not in shape, where there was any yin wind, where there was still any fierce formation, only the stream not far away, still flowing, as if he didn't know what had just happened.

The sky cleared, the wind cleared, and the mountains returned to tranquility.

Although Wang Ruoli didn't know anything about the sudden changes in front of him, he knew in his heart that this time he should be the credit of the red maple space and the danqing stone.

Wang Ruoli couldn't help but think of the casual young man he met back then, and the stone he took out casually turned out to be such an extraordinary thing, but unfortunately his cultivation was too low, and he didn't know what kind of realm the other party had reached.

Wang Ruoli had many questions in his heart, but he knew that his realm was not good enough at this time, and even if he arrived at Danqing Caolu, he couldn't find out why.

"We ...... Are you alright?"

Immersed in the thoughts of dying together, I opened my eyes, but saw that the sky was clear and sunny, and everything was fine, and I couldn't help but ask a little strangely.

"We lived. Hongsheng's question interrupted Wang Ruoli's thoughts. Wang Ruoli turned to look at Hongshang, his heart was inexplicably excited, and he couldn't help hugging Hongshang.

"Hmm......" Hongshang's face was a little confused, as if she was still in a dream, and she was hugged into Wang Ruoli's arms, without struggling, just whispering.

The two hugged each other tightly, and they had a sense of luck that they had escaped death.

Outside the forest, after a brief silence.

"Ruoli, I've thought about it for a long time, let's not meet again in the future. Hongshang was depressed and didn't dare to look up, so she pretended to be calm.

"Why?" Wang Ruoli was emotionally excited when he heard this, and he remembered something and became a little depressed, "I know that there has been a matter between you and me, where the Lord of the Pavilion was killed. ”

"I can't let go of my mother's death. Hongshang was in a complicated mood, and looked at Wang Ruoli with concern, "Ruoli, I'm very conflicted." ”

"Hongsheng, that day, your mother had been made into a Gu corpse, secretly attacked, and wanted to kill me, so I took action to subdue ......" Wang Ruoli explained half of it in a hurry, and suddenly sighed, the corners of his mouth were bitter, "Alas, that's right, even if your mother becomes a Gu corpse, I will be a killer after all, and I will bear a responsibility." ”

"Ruoli, can you give me a little time?" Hongshang looked at Wang Ruoli with clear eyes, "I want to be alone and quiet." ”

"Red Dress, don't leave me. Wang Ruoli didn't want to give up, so he stepped forward and grabbed Hongsheng, "I will definitely treat you well, try my best to make up for my mistakes, and never let down ......."

"I beg you, don't push me anymore, now I really don't know how to face you......" Hongshang broke free from Wang Ruoli's hand, sobbed softly, and ran towards the outside of the forest.

"Red Clothes ......" Wang Ruoli felt uncomfortable from his throat, stood on the spot sluggishly, watched the red clothes gradually drift away, and finally disappeared from his field of vision.

Wang Ruoli stood on the edge of the messy forest, his mood was messy, the world was like a chess, and he was just a chess piece in the world after all.

Wang Ruoli smiled miserably, and did not have an imperial sword, but walked in the stream, letting the stream flow through the surface of his feet, and his steps were very heavy and slow, just like his mood at this time.

"Haha, it turns out that my younger brother still has such a depressed mood, which is really unexpected by my sister. Just then, there was a chuckle like a silver bell from across the stream.