Chapter 61: Bloodstained Heaven

The crimson viscous plasma soaked the entire inn, the cold snow was covered with terrifying red, the raging wind and snow tore the heavens and the earth, the cold corpses were covered with a thick layer of snowflakes, and the people and centaurs on both sides were soaked in the blood of the sky, their eyes were full of terrifying red, and they were slashing wildly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Feiyan looked at Mo Yuxuan's position, the sudden intrusion of the Heavenly Poison Sect made them more than twice as many people as on her side, but there was no pain on her face, no fear, only a smile that seemed to be the purest angel could have, shallow on her face, her gaze was gentle and firm, as if the blood at the moment had nothing to do with him.

"Yelin, I didn't expect your Heavenly Poison Sect to be involved?" Feiyan asked with a sweet smile as she turned her head to look at the figure that had always been shrouded in black robes.

"Tianyuan is a small place, my Heavenly Poison Sect has to find a place to stay no matter what, I think the Zeyun Inn where you live is very good!"

Completely inconsistent with the face hidden in the darkness, his voice exudes the unique charm of a male, and there is a supreme domineering spirit integrated into it.

"Okay, good!" Feiyan glanced at the tragic battlefield with a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, and said hello three times in a row, as if she was very proud.

The long knife in his hand broke away from the scabbard inch by inch, and the cold cold light was exposed in the cold blood, and the breath of slaughter came to his face, and in a flash, Feiyan and Yelin fought fiercely, and the blood stained the sky.

Zhao Haochen sat in the inn peacefully, took out his treasured thirty-year-old daughter red, sniffed the aroma of wine, praised "good wine", poured a small bowl, and took a small sip.

His face was flushed, and he felt the bitterness in his mouth unbearable, so he staggered to the side of the water tank, hurriedly scooped a large scoop of water, and poured it down, but the feeling of dizziness in his mind was getting stronger and stronger.

"This wine is just different!"

Holding the flask, Wu Zi tasted a small sip again, the irritable mood was swept away, I couldn't help but drink a few more sips, my mind was dizzy, I don't know when, I actually fell headlong, fell asleep.

The warm sunlight shined through the window and directly onto Zhao Haochen's delicate face.

When he opened his hazy eyes, there was still chaos in his mind, and the wonderful feeling was also swept away, and he walked out of the inn slowly, and the cold air of killing rushed towards him, Zhao Haochen shuddered suddenly, shook his head vigorously, and dispelled the chaotic tiredness in his mind.

Smelling the smell of slaughter, he wandered aimlessly through the streets.

Now, the residents of the town in the market of Tianyuan are empty, shuttling back and forth, all of them are people from various sects, and their steps are hurried, from their words, Zhao Haochen learned what happened yesterday morning.

"The battle between Jin Yu and Ziyu is called a tragedy, Ziyu has invited the Heavenly Poison Sect to help from somewhere, which has led to the defeat of Jin Yu. ”

"This is not bad, if Ye Qingling hadn't appeared in time and stopped this fight, Jin Yu might have been wiped out. ”

"Yes, yes!"

"Jin Yu almost no one survived, that tragic situation is really bloody!"

"Yes, especially the one led by Jin Yu, there are more than a dozen knife wounds on his body, it's really a tragic time!"

The two shook their heads, their eyes showing a heavy sentimentality.

The corners of Zhao Haochen's mouth showed a smile, and his careful preparation was in vain.

Thinking about it, his slippery tongue poked out and licked it around his lips, secretly reminiscing about the aroma of pure wine.

With the hands of various factions, hurriedly walked through the door of the Fortune Inn, and there were corpses lying on the ground, blood mixed with snowflakes, condensed into blood-red ice crystals all over the door of Fortune, and the bloody smell in the air still lingered.

Zeyun Inn.

Feiyan's face was pale, her weak body was lying on the bed, and Ye Qingling next to her was sitting next to her with a cold brow.

"Why did you fight with Ziyu this time?" Ye Qingling's dissatisfied expression was overflowing, cold, not angry and arrogant.

"Cough--" Feiyan leaned over, struggling to sit up, but because she was in a hurry, a mouthful of blood gushed out, but her expression was full of disbelief, ignoring the injuries all over her body, and said: "This time, the line-action--is Feiyan's--proposition, the rout--the defeat of Yusi, Feiyan's guilt, should die--thank--apologize!"

Two lines of hot tears slid down from that soft face, and instantly became incomparably cold and cold, and the loneliness filled the whole room.

Ye Qingling was silent, stood up, there was no trace of pity in his eyes, and he wanted to walk out. She only has interests in her eyes, and useless waste should face the fate of extermination.

"Young Master--" Looking at this deserted figure, Feiyan used all her strength, accompanied by a mouthful of blood gushing again, her pale face as white as paper reflected a kind of desolation, and a desperate expression was written all over her haggard face.

Ye Qingling's footsteps out of the threshold stopped in mid-air, and when he heard the voice, he took it back, looking at the wind and snow whistling outside the house, and the cold voice echoed in the room, "What other words do you have?"

"I--I have a thing--I don't know, and I still hope that the young master will solve my doubts--" Feiyan lost the last wisp of energy, and the strength on her arm loosened, and she fell on the bed with a bang, unable to move a single bit.

"Say!"

"The Holy Envoy came last night!" Feiyan puffed out a full breath and said in a series of words.

"What?" Ye Qingling's breath changed suddenly, the coldness disappeared suddenly, and the gentle aura that emanated was like a little girl next door, well-behaved and cute.

Turning his head, he walked quickly to Feiyan's side, only to see that she had passed out.

"Quick, high-grade elixir!" In Ye Qingling's voice that wanted to kill, the guard beside him hurriedly sent a black and shiny pill into Feiyan's mouth, and the internal force of several people was continuously sent into Feiyan's body.

Feiyan woke up after a while, her complexion obviously improved, but those people still didn't dare to relax, and several internal forces circulated in his body like flowing water, quickly recovering her broken and tattered meridians.

"The Holy Envoy has an order, Ziyu is rampant, and wants us to strangle it all in the Heavenly Rim!" Feiyan said Zhao Haochen's words that night, looking at Ye Qingling's face full of doubts with some horror, and then answered, "The Holy Envoy said that he would come to help us!"

Ye Qingling's brows furrowed even tighter, and the eyebrows on his forehead seemed to be knotted, condensing together.

"Holy Messenger. Back and forth echoed in his mind.