A shout resounded through the entire forest, echoing for a long time.
"Xiaoyu" Yihen's beautiful eyes showed clear tears. She wanted to cry out, but unfortunately she found that her whole body was weak, not even the power to speak.
"Hahahahaha" Luo Mo's laughter came from the temple again.
Blood-red light shrouded his whole body, and black smoke wrapped around him. At this time, Yi Hen in front of him began to strangely shrink his skin, slowly revealing signs of muscle atrophy and aging.
"No, don't," Xiaoyu felt a heartache in his heart. He clearly saw the blood and tears in Yihen's eyes. Xiaoyu's red eyes were filled with a hint of silver.
"Moon Sky"
"Whoosh"
A white shadow transformed into a three-foot spiritual sword in his hand.
"Ms. mist mist mist mist"
The effect of gathering spirits wrapped around the sword body, and the three-foot spirit sword instantly grew in size, becoming more than five feet long...
"Ahhhhhhhh"
"Spirit Gathering Sword Cut"
A huge half-moon-shaped slash flew through the air, killing Luo Mo...
Luo Mo's face suddenly darkened, showing a horrified expression, because he clearly felt the huge energy coming from the sword, and he would probably suffer huge damage if he was hit.
"Peng"
Blood-red light condensed around him. How could Luo Mo not be prepared at such a critical moment?
"Shield of Air Corrosion"
Shields formed by streaks of black smoke gathered in front of him, resisting the huge half-moon slash.
"Peng"
"boom"
"puff"
A huge impact and roar exploded in the air, sending up black smoke...
"Whoosh"
Xiaoyu's figure instantly cut through the black smoke and appeared in front of Luo Mo.
"Ahhhhh"
Xiaoyu raised his spiritual sword and just touched the blood-red light, and his whole body let out a painful howl.
"Hehehehe"
"Do you think I will stand in front of you without doing anything?" Luo Mo said with a ferocious face.
"Yi Hen." Two crystal tears flowed out of the corners of Xiaoyu's eyes. At this moment, Yi Hen still had the same beautiful face as before. Now he looked like an old man in his sixties, with white hair and shrunken skin...
"ah"
Raising his sword and shouting, Xiaoyu thrust his spiritual sword into the red light, with the tip of the sword facing it.
"It's useless. This is a barrier made of essence and blood. How can you, a mere human, break it?" Luo Mo said disdainfully.
"Ahhhhh"
The angry Xiaoyu ignored the pain from the blood-red light and endured the severe pain.
"drink"
"Overlord Fist"
Hua Shao took a few vigorous steps, flew up from the Buddha, jumped up and struck the light with a huge and domineering iron fist...
"Brilliant Flash"
Yunlong raised his fist full of light and slammed it against the red barrier.
"Go to humans, is it like stopping me, Luo Mo?" Luo Mo shouted loudly, and blood-red light emerged again.
"Ahhhhhhhh"
The three of them howled in pain and fell to the ground.
"Zi Zi"
There was a crack in the blood-red barrier... Luo Mo was horrified, but this was the critical moment.
"Swastika Jue - Killing Demons"
"boom"
"when"
The huge golden light swallowed Luo Mo's body, but a streak of blood-red streaked across the sky, and the moonlight disappeared.
Maple leaves appeared on the ground like flying eaves and walls.
"Yi Hen" Xiaoyu yelled worriedly as he fell to the ground.
"How's it going? Is it successful?" An Sheng said fearfully...
"I don't know" Maple Leaf was not sure.
The black smoke gradually dissipated, revealing a mutilated figure.
Suddenly a figure seemed to be thrown out and fell to the ground.
"This is useless, give it back to you?" Luo Mo casually threw Yi Hen to the ground.
"Yi Hen" Xiaoyu rushed forward in an instant and hugged Yi Hen.
"Hahahaha, I, Luo Mo, have reappeared in the world," Luo Mo shouted arrogantly as he gained new power.
It turned into an afterimage and flew outside the temple...
"We must not let him cause harm to the world." Maple Leaf followed closely. Ansheng, Ye Qing and others followed without hesitation. This is their duty.
Yunlong and Hua Shao glanced at Xiaoyu with expressions of great regret. They understood that she was dead. Then they followed An Sheng and others.
Looking at Yi Hen in his arms, Xiaoyu's heart was completely broken.
"No"
Xiaoyu stretched out his hands, his face twisted and ferocious because of sadness. He endured the pain in his heart like being cut by a knife and hugged her body. He hugged her already decayed body, like a skin with broken glass, like a mummy.
His face, once his hair turned pale...
Xiaoyu's mind went blank, "Why?"
"Why is this so?"
Putting her gently on the ground with one hand, how could he give up so easily?
"Yi Hen, don't worry, I won't let you die, I won't let you die." Xiaoyu endured the heartbreaking pain and began to gather spiritual energy with his hands.
"Return to the Origin"
Xiaoyu's heart couldn't stop trembling. The energy of return to the source that condensed the spiritual source was actually disordered. Silver-white light enveloped his hands, gently caressing Yi Hen's decayed body...
The power of returning to the source began to be continuously input into Yi Hen's body.
He began to crazily instill the powerful power of returning to Yihen's withered body, full of worry and regret.
"Yi Hen, don't worry, I will definitely save you. It will be okay, it will be okay." Xiaoyu kept shouting.
The skin that had gradually shrunk and withered began to gradually regain its whiteness and rosiness. Xiaoyu looked at this glimmer of hope in surprise.
"Xiaoyu"
A faint girl said with difficulty from Yi Hen's mouth, her big smart eyes were filled with a trace of crystal tears, she just wanted to see him one last time, but at this moment it became a reality.
"Yi Hen, don't talk. I will save you. I won't let anything happen to you. Trust me." The surging power of returning to the source once again poured into Yi Hen's vagina. Xiaoyu looked pale and was covered in cold sweat.
, has obviously overdrawn his spiritual power. In reality, his recovery ability is not as strong and fast as in the game.
"Yi Hen, don't talk. It will be fine. It will be fine. Trust me." Xiaoyu spoke with difficulty. At this time, his head was covered with sweat and his pale face was bloodless.
Yi Hen opened his wrinkled lips slightly, and wanted to raise his arms, as if he wanted to feel Xiaoyu's body temperature. However, he quickly lowered them weakly.
"Yihen"
Xiaoyu, a seven-foot-long man, finally couldn't help but cry bitterly, and the power of returning to the source continued to enter Yi Hen's vagina.
Gradually, Yi Hen's arms and face began to regain their vitality. The skin began to transform again.
"Xiaoyu" Yihen called his name lightly after waking up.
"It'll be fine." Xiaoyu's pale face showed no signs of escalation, it was frighteningly pale.
