He Yi's consciousness gradually drifted away, and he seemed to feel the breath of Yun Xuan.

Perhaps, it was the embrace of souls.

But suddenly, the soul that exuded fragrance and warmth seemed to say something to him anxiously, and he could feel it, but he couldn't feel it very really.

In my heart, it was as if something had passed by. The world in his eyes gradually lost its color, leaving only gray and darkness.

He saw Xuan Wuji slowly pacing over, picking up Ziluo's corpse, his mouth moving. But he couldn't hear the voice, didn't know what he was talking about.

In the gray world, only the black-robed man who made him hate his blood moved. The black-robed man held the female corpse and slowly walked in the direction of the backyard.

There seemed to be some strange changes going on in his body, he could feel it, but he didn't really feel it. It was as if something strange was circulating in his body, making his body strange.

If there is someone, you must see that his originally emaciated body has suddenly shrunk sharply, as if the blood has dried up, the water has been drained, and the whole body, together with the face, has become like a dried corpse, which makes people feel chills in their hearts.

But the feeling of power has reappeared!

He subconsciously moved his fingers, then subconsciously sat up, touched the gap in his throat and chest, and subconsciously froze.

instinctively touched Yun Xuan's stiff face, picked up her gradually cold body, and tied it behind his back. He walked to the backyard and saw the black-robed man climbing the wooden ladder in the gray world.

"Stop. ”

He said. The voice was hoarse and dry, and more importantly, it was a chill, like the yin wind blowing from hell.

Xuan Wuji's body froze, and he looked back in surprise, and was immediately frightened by his corpse-like appearance.

"You, you're actually ......"

The internal organs are broken, the throat is broken, and the dead can no longer be dead, but they can still move!

He Yi clenched his dry fist and walked towards him with stiff steps.

The shrunken black pupils of the dry corpse stared at him tightly, and a bone-chilling chill spread from the soles of his feet, making him shiver. But in an instant, he reacted from his sudden consternation. Monk Kongming, even if he is given another life, he is still vulnerable in front of the Immortal Transformation!

Xuan Wuji snorted, as if annoyed and angry at the trembling of his heart just now. Putting down Ziluo's corpse, he took out the silver fairy sword and looked coldly at the walking corpse walking towards him.

In the gloomy world, He Yi's consciousness was vague. He saw the black-robed young man draw his sword, the sword looked good, but it made him instinctively hate. Xuan Wuji made a move, and the sword soared seven feet, and it arrived in front of He Yi in an instant. He Yi raised his palm to block the tip of the sword, and there was a little uncomfortable feeling on his hand, as if it had been broken a little. But his footsteps did not stop, and when the sword disappeared, he was already in front of the young man.

With a punch, he saw the horrified look on his instinctive disgust as the young man flew out upside down, smashing a large number of buildings. As he followed, he saw the young man lying in the ruins, his face distorted, and a puddle of gray-colored liquid dripping from the ground.

When he saw him chasing him, he retreated in even more panic, holding on to the ruin-covered ground with one hand, and desperately moved back.

This expression is familiar. It seems that he had been so frightened not long ago. He Yi subconsciously wanted to laugh, even though he no longer knew what mockery meant. Another blow fell, and the ground sank into a deep pit, and half of the young man's body sank into the ground, with only his legs exposed.

Grabbing one leg, he pulled it out with a slight movement.

Xuan Wuji fainted, firstly because of the severe pain, and secondly, because he couldn't believe that He Yi, who had been kneaded by him before, was suddenly so strong! Even if he was in a weak state, a sword blow was enough to kill the Yuanying Monk, but He Yi caught it with one hand, but only left a small wound less than an inch long in his palm! There was not half a drop of blood visible in that wound, it was completely gray-brown jerky!

Of course he didn't know that He Yi at this time was not the Empty Ming Period at all, but the Cave Xuan Period!

At the last moment before his death, Pilu's mental method worked on its own, knocking on the entrance and breaking the bottleneck, allowing his cultivation that he had stopped for many years to instantly rise to a new realm. At the same time as the breakthrough, the supernatural power was activated. The corpse of Vilu will turn people from flesh and blood into a dry corpse, and the strength and strength of the body will be raised to a terrifying height. This supernatural power is very powerful, the ascetic cultivators in the early stage of the cave will become comparable to Zhiwei, but the consciousness will weaken to the lowest point, if the will is not strong enough, and the body of Pilu will really turn itself into a corpse.

Opening the body of Pilu originally needed blood Bodhi as a guide, so that the body still had a trace of spiritual blood after turning into a dry corpse, as a beacon to turn back. But He Yi has no blood Bodhi, no lighthouse to guide the way, he is like a blind man who has fallen into the sea of suffering, and he will never find the direction of flesh and blood rebirth.

Carrying the fainting Xuan Wuji, carved into the bone marrow, and the resentment and hatred that penetrated deep into the soul made him clench his five fingers and crush his shoulder blades.

The blood flowed onto He Yi's hands, and he remembered that he seemed to have made some poisonous spell and that he should do something.

Eat his flesh, drink his blood, and tear his soul, so that life is worse than death......

A flash of inspiration flashed, and without hesitation, he bit down on the blood vessels in Xuan Wuji's neck!

He gulped, much blood coming out of the cut in his throat, and much more, he swallowed alive.

Xuan Wuji is awake!

He fainted from the pain, and he was woken up by the pain again!

The severe pain in his neck made him wail loudly, and he wanted to take He Yi off, but found that his arms had been crushed.

"Ahh

Another sharp pain, a piece of flesh was torn off his neck!

He saw the corpse-like He Yi chewing and swallowing his flesh!

"Madman! you madman!! If you want to kill, you will kill, this sect is not afraid of death!" He let out a roar and struggled hard, inducing mana to resist, but to no avail.

He Yi's face was expressionless, his mouth was open, and Sen Bai bit down again with bloody teeth.

"Ahh!!h Ahahahaha~" Under the severe pain, Xuan Wuji's form was frenzied, and his scattered hair was stained with blood and stuck to his face, which was hideous and terrifying. He suddenly laughed and roared: "There is no corpse to die, is this the end of this sect? Hahahaha, today's fruit is the cause of yesterday. I believe, I believe!!"

"Ho...... Ho ......"

He could no longer speak, because his throat had been bitten. With two snorts, Xuan Wuji fell unconscious again.

He Yi couldn't hear what he was saying, and he didn't want to hear it. He only knew that the person in his hand was the person he hated the most, and sucking his blood and eating up his flesh was what he wanted to do now.

"Stop, Ho Yi. ”

A faint fairy sound floated in the sky.

The strange thing is that He Yi, who lost his hearing, heard her words.

The clouds fell down, and his cold face was already sad. She didn't care about He Yi's crazy and bloody appearance, floated to his side, and reached out to caress the cold face on his back.

"Roar~"

He Yi opened his mouth with blood and warned her.

This is his most important thing, and no one can touch it!

"I know you're upset, but you don't want to see you the way you are. Put him down and come with me. Yun Qi's eyes were slightly red.

Receiving Yun Xuan's call for help, she immediately took the exercises and wanted to come, but the power of the enchantment was too terrifying, and the rush to collect the exercises not only made her suffer a strong backlash, but also damaged her mind and languished for a while. By the time she arrived, Yun Xuan's body was already cold, and He Yi was carrying her on his back and pulling Xuan Wuji out of the ground.

She's regretting, in heartache. If it weren't for the momentary greed, how could it be the current situation? The soul of her sister, who has been with her for more than 200 years, has drifted away and returned to reincarnation, and there are restrictions from the laws of heaven and earth, even she cannot resurrect the dead immortal cultivators.

"Give it to me. He Yi didn't let go of Xuan Wuji, but stretched out a hand to her.

"What for you?" She asked.

"Imprisoned, his soul, let him never be reborn. He remembered that it was a poison curse he had cast.

Imprisoned souls!

Yun Qi's face changed slightly.

"Kill him, you can't live in hatred forever. ”

A blue light appeared between her fingers, and she was about to smash Xuan Wuji's body with one palm, but she was taken by He Yi to dodge.

In the gray world, Yun Qi is like a perfect sculpture. He Yi glanced at her, saw that she didn't give anything, silently dragged Xuan Wuji's body with one breath left, and turned to leave.

I have the impression that there is an old guy nearby. That man, damn it too. All the people in this place deserve to die.

Trampling through the ruins and dragging a long bloody path, he looked up and saw the gray-haired old man at the end of the corridor. The old man was stunned and smiling bitterly.

"Stop!"

Yun Qi snorted.

It's not that she doesn't want to kill, in terms of the number of killings, she is ten million times that of He Yi. But at this time, if He Yi is allowed to kill, he will only sink forever, and he will never be able to turn back.

She flew to He Yi's side, and a rough black stone ball appeared in her palm. The blue light flashed, and the stone ball released a misty black gas, enveloping Xuan Wuji and dragging his Yuan Shen soul out alive!

The essence of the primordial spirit was terrified, crying and begging for mercy, but disappeared into the black gas in a blink of an eye.

"Come with me. ”

She handed the stone ball to He Yi, swung a wisp of mana to pick him up, and flew into the sky out of thin air.

Mu Gu Zhenren breathed a long sigh of relief, and secretly said that he was lucky.

Unexpectedly, the two immortals of Xuanyuan Sect were actually killed by a Yuanying monk and an empty Ming ascetic cultivator like this. finally found a sect for the family to rely on, but it was shattered in a blink of an eye.

He sighed and was about to call back his people, when the sky suddenly darkened.

When I looked up, I saw a huge dark cloud hanging in the sky.

No, it's not a dark cloud! It's a huge palm!!

"It's not a pity to kill you. ”

A faint sound filled the sky, the giant palm became bigger and bigger, and the eyes became darker and darker.

When this legendary scene appeared in front of him, Mu Gu only had one last thought left: she was really a person from Yuchen Palace, and it was not a pity for me to die......