Jiujiang, who was following behind, wondered why she stopped, but saw her pressing her heart with one hand, her face gradually turning pale, and suddenly she turned around and asked herself, "How do you feel now?"

Jiujiang was startled by her sudden action. He mumbled a few words of dissatisfaction after reacting, and then obediently sensed the contract again.

A strong pull, a familiar scent.

Jiujiang, who was a little careless at first, was stunned.

This feeling is clearly——

With Jiujiang's shock clearly visible in her eyes, the boulder pressing down on Zhiying's heart suddenly sank a bit, leaving her breathless.

Has the worst-case scenario happened?

She took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, suppressed all the emotions that hindered her from moving forward, no longer asked a word about Jiujiang, and flew directly to the place guided by her heart.

Suddenly, my scalp felt slightly itchy, and then there was a sharp ringing in my ear, and three thousand green hairs scattered and fell down on my shoulders.

Zhiying subconsciously reached out to reach out, but it was too late. The cold light within reach escaped and was hard to find in the blink of an eye.

A flash of inspiration suddenly came to her mind, and she quickly squeezed the violently trembling Tianlong City-breaking Halberd in her hand, and quickly used her other hand to force Jiujiang, who had a strange expression, back into the halberd.

"Jiujiang, I don't care how powerful the summons is, you must guard it for me!"

"You think I am willing!" Jiujiang shouted displeased.

The vibration in the palm of his hand eased slightly, Zhiying's heart felt slightly at ease, and he walked straight towards Yuannan.

The further you go, the less sad and angry the cries of the resentful spirits are, and the more joyful they are, like a long-slumbering emperor awakening, a declining dynasty about to usher in a new prosperous age, a scene where the whole country is rejoicing.

As they entered further, they saw countless armored war ghosts waving their weapons, and enthusiastic cheers came and went, echoing in the bottom of the abyss.

These bit by bit confirmed Zhiying’s prediction.

And seeing the sky-killing spear heading straight for the strong figure surrounded by war ghosts undoubtedly made all the lucky conjectures become indisputable and conclusive facts.

She was still late.

Zhiying looked at the little Golden Crow in front of the mausoleum, calmly accepting the worship of the war ghost, and felt as if a fire of the netherworld was burning in his heart, trying to burn the cocoon of himself and destroy the abominable soul that occupied the magpie's nest.

It was her fault. In order to reduce the number of killings, she took advantage of the situation and ordered the leader Kunpeng to successfully plot;

It was her fault that Fairy Huiyao called Po Kun's teeth and told her the antidote;

It was her fault that she failed to discover the irregularities in the summons in time and allowed Xiao Jinwu to come to Shao Heyuan alone;

It's her fault, and it's so wrong...

While Zhiying felt regretful in his heart, he suddenly recalled what Weiai had said to him: You have to know your position clearly, whether you are an enemy or a friend, it is best to distinguish clearly, to be duplicitous and hurt others and yourself.

She knew her position very well and knew what she was going to do, but in the end she still agreed to the ending of this sentence - hurting others and hurting herself.

No, this won't be the end.

The power in her body that was like an endless sea told her that even if the mountains and rivers were exhausted, she could rebuild the mountains and seas and rebuild the Yangguan Avenue.

Zhiying made up his mind and cast a spell to seal the Heavenly Dragon Breaking City Halberd into the painting, and then said to Jiujiang: "You can hide in the painting for the time being. When you leave Shaoheyuan, I will let you out and keep your word."

The maple forest scroll trembled and there was no movement.

Putting away the scroll, Shadow Weaver no longer held back his breath and penetrated the darkness to reach the person.

As soon as he landed, he was greeted by several sharp blades.

She was indifferent to the cold light flashing in front of her eyes, looking straight at the person standing behind the group of war ghosts, and said in a calm tone: "Come out of his body."

Those red eyes lit up, and "Little Golden Crow" couldn't help but exclaim: "What a clean skin!"

His eyes were sharp and bright, as if he were appreciating a treasure, he looked at it from the outside to the inside and then from the inside to the outside. He looked over it over and over for a long time, and he kept clicking his tongue.

"What a pity, it's a female body."

He glanced at Zhi Ying for the last time, and his admiration suddenly contained a bit of regret and dissatisfaction. When he lowered his eyes and looked at his palms, a relieved smile slowly appeared on his face. He changed his tone and said happily: "Fortunately, here

The male body is barely worthy of me."

Zhi Ying understood what he meant almost immediately, ignored it, and just repeated the sentence: "Come out of his body."

He was approaching an inch closer, and the sharp blade in the war ghost's hand was directly at his throat, but he still didn't take a step back.

"The things that I have set my sights on have not been returned yet." The soldier with the little golden black face smiled so hard that he couldn't bear to laugh. He looked at Zhi Ying again seriously and said, "Since you are so nostalgic for this skin, I, the king, can allow it."

You will be my woman, and if I can see you every day, everyone will be happy."

Zhi Ying responded with a sneer: "I have given you the honor of the ancient god, and now -"

She was wearing a mask of frost, her eyes were filled with five-colored light, and she stepped slowly in light clothes. Every time she took a step, a thick layer of ice stretched out from under her feet at the speed of thunder and lightning, freezing everything.

The war ghosts who chased the Little Golden Crow in a panic turned into silent ice sculptures before their weapons fell, and all of them shattered into ice shards, letting their skirts pass by and their feet trample them.

The face that was engraved in my heart showed a majestic and offended look.

As Shadow Weaver approached, ice shards on the ground rolled up and flew all over the sky, accumulating a storm that was about to sweep across the world.

The soldier leader put aside his carelessness early on, adjusted his mentality, and looked squarely at the woman in front of him. The long-dormant fighting spirit in his body gradually revived, and the long-lost strength surged and restless.

The sky-slaying spear returned to its owner's hands and buzzed, echoing the owner's excitement and anticipation.

Weaver Ying's steps didn't stop, and the corners of her skirt embroidered with flowing clouds and frost flowers rose and fell again, as if shaking off a cloud of cold snow.

"If you don't want to rest in peace with your remaining soul, let's just disappear."

The woman's eyes are as clear and translucent as if they have been washed by heavenly water.

She clearly looks like a pretty girl, but the words she spat out are like a realm of ice that has stretched for hundreds of miles in an instant, leaving only monotonous whiteness and a biting coldness.

At first, she only planned to obtain the Mist Core Flower, but now that the leader of the army has touched Nilin, she doesn't care what happens to the deceased, so she simply kills Qingjing!

The floodgates restricting divine power finally opened completely at this moment, and a torrent poured out into the world.

The ice shards flying in the sky were all dyed with the same colorful luster as the eyes of Weaver Shadow, gathering and spinning around her like fireflies flying in the summer night.

As soon as she said the last word, the ice shards formed into a tornado that penetrated the sky and the earth. They danced beside her like a child and rushed forward with her loud shout.

Perhaps because he hadn't seen such a pleasant color for a long time, the blood-colored eyes of the soldier master were a little dim.

The buzzing sound of the Sky-Slaying Spear reached his ears, and the blood light surged wildly. The soldier's face sank, and he sacrificed the Sky-Slaying Spear.

He couldn't fully adapt to the control of Little Golden Crow's body at first, so he still used the same tricks as in the past.

This is undoubtedly a big advantage for Shadow Weaver.
Chapter completed!