The bright red blood light bloomed in the dark mountains and forests.
Yunlan shed blood, fought hard, and lost to the Yinling Holy Mother.
It's not that her foundation is not strong enough, it's that there is a strange power inside her opponent's body.
It was also the blessing of that power that caused the Yinling Holy Mother's skill to increase dramatically.
Zheng! ??
The sound of the sword was piercing, and the Yinling Holy Mother came to kill with the sword again, and the blood-colored evil spirit surged.
Seeing this, Yun Lan's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, but she never thought that the Seventh Evil from Heaven also practiced demonic skills.
In fact, it's not magic power, it's magic blood.
To be more precise, it is the essence and blood of the soul of the wordless tablet.
The Holy Mother of Yinling knows this very well.
These days, she has been blessed a lot. Over time, her essence and blood have changed, and her magic power has grown. This is why she is in her current state. Not only has her skill greatly increased, but her body has also transformed.
However, she hated this kind of transformation so much that she hated it so much that her heart burst into pieces.
It was this state of mind that made her go crazy, like a female devil.
What's miserable is Yun Lan. She is low on energy and blood, but her opponent's skill has increased dramatically.
The one is going down and the other is going up, naturally it is no match for the Holy Mother of Yin Ling, and has been defeated step by step.
Her fellow seniors are not much better. The Wordless Monument Soul is too strong. Even if six of them fight one, they still can't fight. Not only can't they fight, but some of them are frequently hit hard by it. A little weaker than the sixth son, he has already lost an arm.
, the strongest No. 1 son, was injured the most. A bloody hole was poked in his Dantian. Not only was blood flowing out, but his internal strength was also dissipated, and his momentum plummeted.
On the other hand, although the soul of the wordless tablet is in a state of distress, no scars can be seen on its body.
Even if there are injuries, the bloody gouges will heal in a short time.
He is too strong, and the truth about his strength is too far-fetched. The Seventh Son in the Cloud is far from his opponent.
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kill!
The scene of 30,000 cavalrymen running wildly chasing hundreds of thousands of troops is quite spectacular.
The rebels had no formation to speak of, and everyone from the generals to the soldiers fled.
The dark night is once again covered in blood and wailing
and screams that echoed throughout half the sky.
ah.!
If a person is extremely angry, it is reasonable to howl a few times.
The king of Wei, who had fled for his life, was so angry that his heart was broken.
A sudden hailstorm tonight ruined the good situation of marching into Wuzhou.
If you retreat this time, if you want to save the defeat, you will have to put in ten times a hundred times the effort.
"Acting against nature."
The rebels were demoralized and found a very superstitious reason for this defeat.
God couldn't stand it any longer, so he sent down hailstones to punish King Wei. God would not destroy the Tang Dynasty!
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"Zilong, hold on."
On the muddy plains, Li Zhaoyang quickly passed by, nourishing Zhao Yun's body with his internal energy.
Unfortunately, it didn't work well, Zhao Yun was still so weak, and his eyes became even darker.
God's punishment was wreaking havoc on him, and he seemed to be determined not to stop until he was tortured to death.
It was he who changed the situation rashly, and it was he who caused a lot of killings and caused karma, and he has to suffer it.
"I'm thirsty." Zhao Yun said a few words with a weak breath.
"Be patient." Princess Tang also felt sorry for him and really stopped.
She found a river, placed Zhao Yun under a tree, and went to fill the river with water.
Zhao Yun suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed it, put his fingers together, and tapped its acupuncture points.
For a moment, Li Zhaoyang was unable to move or speak, and his eyes were full of confusion.
"excuse me."
Zhao Yun's voice was hoarse and he used all his strength to push Li Zhaoyang into the ravine.
And he climbed up with difficulty and ran towards the depths of the jungle with one unsteady step.
Of course, it's not to go sightseeing, but to lure the pursuers behind you away from this world.
Yes, they are chasing soldiers.
He had a premonition that the man in black robe was chasing him, and he didn't want to be a burden to others.
Sure enough, soon I saw a dark wind raging in the forest, and a black shadow rushed in.
It was the soul of the wordless tablet, with disheveled hair and blood all over his body. In addition, his face was ferocious. He really looked like an evil ghost, the kind that had just crawled out of hell and came to the world to devour living beings.
Zhao Yun was exhausted and fell down while walking.
Seeing the wordless soul on the tablet, his eyes became bloodshot.
When this person chases after him, most of the Seven Sons in the Cloud have been wiped out.
"Run, why don't you run away?" The wordless tablet soul smiled and laughed playfully.
"Can you let me know exactly who you are?" Zhao Yun asked.
"I'm not a human being." The wordless tablet soul's smile became more sinister.
Beyond the gloom, there is greed and desire, the most perfect skin, what is he so rare about? Taking possession of Zhao Zilong's body, he may become an immortal, or he may become immortal.
"Look at the sword."
Before Zhao Yun could say anything, he saw a beautiful figure coming out of the deep forest.
It was Li Zhaoyang who had his acupuncture points tapped not long ago and the acupuncture channels were opened.
That's right, Zhao Yun was in an extremely weak state and couldn't seal her for long.
"How dare you, a little ant, attack me?"
The soul of the wordless stele smiled faintly, without even looking at Li Zhaoyang, and slapped it away with his backhand.
He was so powerful that Li Zhaoyang couldn't resist and was knocked over by the powerful energy.
"You are far from your father."
The corner of the wordless stele soul's mouth slightly curled up, and he raised his hand again, sweeping away the evil spirits.
Suddenly, Li Zhaoyang, who was about to land, was restrained in mid-air.
She didn't struggle, she just stared at the wordless tablet soul with hatred in her eyes.
It turned out that her father's death in Wuzhou City was the work of this man.
Zhao Yun was also enlightened. No wonder so many internal guards could not stop the assassin.
, no wonder the powerful old eunuch died tragically in Miyagi City. It turned out to be this man in black robe who was causing trouble.
"Hate?.Despair?" The smile of the wordless tablet soul was ferocious and terrifying.
"Pay for my father's life." Li Zhaoyang's eyes filled with tears, and anger arose in his heart.
She discovered skills beyond her usual, broke free from her confinement, and pierced the rainbow with her sword.
This sword should be the strongest blow she has ever made since she started practicing martial arts that year.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
The soul of the wordless stele did not move, only the raging evil spirits rolled wantonly.
Li Zhaoyang's sword power was instantly removed and he was knocked away for the second time.
"Reunite with your father!"
The soul of the wordless stele smiled sinisterly, waved his sleeves, and unleashed a sword energy.
Then, a bright red blood light bloomed in the darkness.
Since Li Zhaoyang was bleeding, his front foot had just touched the ground when the sword energy of the Wordless Monument passed through him. He staggered back until he was in front of Zhao Yun, and then he staggered to the ground.
"Zhaoyang."
Zhao Yun climbed up with difficulty and took it down. He couldn't stand firmly and collapsed together.
"I envy Liu Ruxin so much." Li Zhaoyang leaned weakly in Zhao Yun's arms and whispered,
"Why. Why didn't I meet you first?"
When a person is about to die, there may be a revolving door.
The replay of her life is like an unforgettable mark.
Zhao Zilong, the No. 1 Scholar of the Tang Dynasty, was something that would make her laugh out of her dreams.
"Stop talking anymore." Zhao Yun gritted his teeth and tried his best to use his internal strength.
However, the damned divine punishment had completely robbed him of his last bit of vitality and blood.
"If we have the chance to see you again in the next life, I hope you will be more considerate and don't marry a wife and have children too early.
It doesn’t matter if you marry her or take me as your concubine.”
Li Zhaoyang's eyes gradually dimmed, and he only whispered one after another, weaving love in the next life in his fantasy.