(PS: Today's second update, no accident there are two more!)

That hand is naturally Xiahou Yuan's hand.

That voice, of course, was his voice.

The rain was still falling, but the roaring electric python was dying.

Then, a muffled snort came, Chu Xifeng's body and his knife were thrown out by Xiahou Yuan at this time, and his body rubbed against the official road paved with bluestone slabs, and finally smashed the courtyard wall of Tianlan Courtyard before stopping.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and although it was Li Min, it was as dark as midnight.

"Didn't you always want to kill me, all the time to avenge the souls of those untouchables?"

Perhaps because of the passage of time, the rotten flesh of his face gradually took on the rudiments of his past, and a pair of eyes also appeared on the ball of flesh at this time.

He looked around with cold eyes.

In the end, it fell on the group of white-clothed swordsmen.

"Do you think they're resting in peace?"

He asked again, his lips suddenly hooking up a cruel smile.

As he spoke, his hands jerked upward, and a spiritual pressure swung open, and something suddenly began to flow in the space above his head.

It's something that's hard to put into words, it's hard to put into words.

But everybody can feel something.

Only Chu Xifeng stood up with difficulty with the knife, and when he looked at Xiahou Yuan and looked at the space above his head, his pupils suddenly dilated. And in the next second, he realized what he was going to do!

"No!" a roar came from his mouth.

Anger and sadness blend.

Fear and reluctance converge.

The thing that is flowing is time, time!

It was an extremely mysterious thing that was difficult for ordinary people to grasp.

And even if it is mastered, it is more used for one's own body, just like the time that Xiahou Yuan spent on himself, and then gathered such a vast spiritual power. Just like Chu Xifeng waited for the blessing of 230,000 resentful spirits to block Xiahou Yuan's sword. Just like Yuheng that night, let the time on his body flow and return to the peak.

But these are all acting on one's own body, and most of them are short-lived, but even so, they can often seize the opportunity and win by surprise in the battle.

And now Xiahou Yuan has been blessed by the blood of the gods, and he can even start to operate a space of time, what a terrifying thing is this?

Of course, these are not enough to make this swordsman from Jiangdong feel even half a little afraid.

What really scares him is what is about to happen in the space where the other side begins to go back in time.

And as if to confirm the conjecture in his heart, something began to appear faintly in that space.

It was a point of light, a point of light like glass, and they came from all directions, gradually converging in that space.

Chu Xifeng was about to stop the spiritual power in his body when he activated it, but a spiritual pressure came from Xiahou Yuan's body, and he planned to collect all the spiritual power he had gathered, and then his body was light, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground again.

Breath after breath of time passed, but it was only a scene of dozens of breaths.

The points of light in that space finally gathered completely, and everyone also saw the scene in that space clearly at this time.

Then the expressions of horror, horror, and incredulity all appeared on their faces at that moment.

It was some translucent figure.

Their faces were pale, their steps vain, and they were half-floating in the middle of the world. Obviously, they are soul bodies.

And the appearance of these soul bodies, everyone present has seen it before.

They are the souls of Jiangdong, the people of Jianye who were slaughtered by Xiahou Yuan and Xiahou a hundred years ago.

They had already lost their anger when Xiahou Yuan died, and turned into streamers to rest in peace.

But Xiahou Yuan, who didn't want to come back from the dead, actually stirred up the time in the space where they had just stayed, and woke up all these dead souls who had been resting.

And the scene that worried Chu Xifeng the most finally happened later.

The souls of the dead were slightly stunned, as if they did not understand why they had been resurrected again after being completely dispersed. And the next second, they saw the man who had turned them into ghosts.

The dissipated resentment once again overflowed my heart.

A trace of black qi emerged from their bodies, and the originally peaceful cheeks began to gradually emerge with a hideous look at this moment.

In a matter of breath, these revenants turned into powerful ghosts again, roaring and wailing and rushing towards Xiahou Yuan, as if they wanted to bite all his flesh and flesh and corrupt all his bones.

But this time, Xiahou Yuan's face could no longer find the slightest fear, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more cruel.

"Roar!"

An inhuman roar came from his mouth, and he snapped open. A huge suction force came, and the 230,000 hundred-year-old ghosts involuntarily turned into black mist and poured into his mouth at that moment.

In a few moments, all the ghosts were sucked in by him.

Grunt!

His Adam's apple squirmed, and the ghosts were swallowed up.

Even though they had seen enough horrific scenes tonight, they still felt a tingling in their scalps when such a scene fell into their eyes.

And Xiahou Yuan seemed to be very satisfied with this effect, and looked around, an aura that became more and more calm surged in his body.

Then, his demonic voice rang out again.

"When I was alive, you were slaughtered by me. When you die, you will be slaves to me!"

After that, the black qi that covered the sky and the sun resurfaced, and unlike the previous times, there were bursts of fierce ghost roars from time to time in these black gases. He had already refined those powerful ghosts in a very short period of time, completely eliminating the little remaining spirituality in their hearts, and now these 230,000 powerful ghosts had completely merged with him, becoming a group of evil ghosts who only knew how to kill and only had endless hatred for the human world.

The swordsmen of Koto were completely red-eyed.

They have sharpened their swords for generations, only to cross the river, to slay their enemies, and to let the souls of the dead rest in peace.

But now, the enemy has not been eliminated, but those undead have been captured by the enemy, turning into monsters who only know how to kill and forget the past.

What a sad scene.

This is true for both the undead and the swordsmen.

Xiahou Yuan liked this scene very much.

likes to be looked at with such hatred and anger, but he looks helpless.

For this, the smile on his lips deepened, and he said in that extremely hoarse voice.

"This is just the beginning, when I slaughter all of you, I will go south with iron horses, kill all the men in your Jiangdong, buy your women into the lowest brothel on the street, and let them be prostitutes for generations to come!"

He said this as if he had seen the most amusing scene, and a burst of arrogant laughter came from his mouth.

It wasn't until a long time later that he put away his smile and looked at the group of swordsmen.

But to his surprise, the eyes of these swordsmen calmed down at this moment.

He felt a pang of unease for no apparent reason, but at this moment, the young star died once again stood up.

He put the knife into its scabbard, and the swordsmen put it in its scabbard.

Then they stepped forward, stepping on the torrential rain.

Finally stood together.

It was as if they had made some important decision, and that was when a wave of momentum began to rise in them.

The uneasiness in Xiahou Yuan's heart became more and more intense at this moment, his brows frowned, and he seemed to see the scene of a hundred years ago again in a trance.

He was horrified in his heart, and he didn't care about continuing to taunt them, as soon as his body moved, and the evil power of a hundred ghosts behind him followed, he was about to kill this group of swordsmen.

And the group of swordsmen led by Chu Xifeng were also at this moment.

His eyes widened suddenly, and a sky-high sword roar sounded, reaching above the nine heavens.

There was a crunch sound.

Hundreds of long knives were drawn, illuminating the dim rainy night as if it were day.

And then.

A voice that had shaken the world and made Xiahou Yuan feel a nightmare sounded at that moment.

"Jiangdong Chu family guest. ”

"The knife is out and the person is not returned. ”