The divine power in Bi Lingli can be taken and used at will, but Yun Lingyuan's physical condition is not good, and her physical strength is exhausted due to frequent withdrawals. It is difficult to stand at this moment.
She quickly took out a soul-repairing pill and drank it, but the speed was still a beat slow!
A monk's five fingers had golden claws that could only be produced by people from the Jinling tribe. His five fingers were like steel claws and they were thrust towards Yun Lingyuan's throat.
Yang Yuxiao stood up holding on to the Yuxu Sword which had no spiritual power. When she happened to see this scene, she was so frightened that she screamed "Yun Lingyuan!!"
At the critical moment, a purple sword edge cut off the steel claw hand.
A line of white clothes descended from the sky, and Zi Huo's whole body seemed to be enveloped in a purple aura, blocking Yun Lingyuan.
Zi Huo said, "Go to the back and treat their injuries."
The cold and pure purple light of the Purple Soul Sword was so brilliant that it knocked out the monks who were leaning towards them!
Yun Lingyuan came to her senses and saw that all the monks surrounding her had been knocked out of the door.
She turned around and saw several spirit-sealed women walking out of the room over there. From her perspective, she could see that the room was filled with blood mist. Whether they were cat demons or other monks, they were all lying motionless corpses!
She calmed down and quickly retreated to the back to treat the five spirit-sealing women. Aru was helping to bandage the wounds. She said with lingering fear, "Sister, you scared me to death. Weren't you scared just now?"
Afraid! Why not?
Yun Lingyuan used great concentration to steady her hand.5s
At that moment, with only a paper-thin distance, the steel claw could make five bloody holes in her neck.
She didn't dare to realize how scared she was. From the moment she walked into the cave at the back of Youyu Ju, she had passed by the god of death again and again. But as a member of the Fenling tribe, she
The daughter of the Goddess, as the young master of the Goddess Palace, she really has no way of turning back.
In this world, there is no mother, and as the heir of her mother’s spirit goddess, she has the mission to protect her own people!!
Yun Lingyuan looked at the ten spirit-sealing women huddled together in the corner, seeking shelter even if they had no thoughts, and the few in another room taking a medicinal bath, unaware that they had
It was a spirit-sealed woman who was a living corpse, and she felt that her heart was about to break.
She has no sense of mission, no good wish to save people, no inheritance of the most orthodox blood of the Goddess of the Spirit, no inheritance of the skills of the spiritual medicine master Yun Niang, but she is powerless against them!
Yun Lingyuan blinked her eyes, trying to blink away the fog in her eyes, and said to the group of spirit-sealing women in front of her who were so scarred by the cat demon's sharp claws that they couldn't even stand up, "Fortunately, there are still you."
Aru, plus them, there are six people in total.
She swore that even if she had to protect these six people with her own life, she would not hesitate.5s
Not a single one is missing!
Yun Lingyuan forced the bleeding poison on the five spirit-sealed women one by one and treated their wounds. Fortunately, they were not infected with the blood poison for a long time. He fed them pills and nightshade pills that had the effect of stopping bleeding, relieving pain and speeding recovery. Within half an hour,
By no longer using spiritual power, you should be able to avoid the danger of blood poison getting to your brain.
At this time, the monks outside the door were fighting more and more, and the crowds coming in were getting stronger and stronger. One room was beaten into two rooms, the entire wall was broken by spells, and the outer wall of the room was also slashed by swords.
There were several large holes, and many monks crowded into the venue outside.
At the beginning, Zi Huo could still use the Purple Soul Qin. Later, he discovered that these monks could still stand up even if their internal organs were shattered and their brains were broken. As long as their bodies were still intact and their legs were intact, even if half of their bodies were damaged.
Even though they were cutting them, they still refused to lie down and forced people to cut their bodies into pieces.
As a result, the battle becomes more bloody and terrifying, and also becomes fierce and difficult.
During the fight here, the spirit-sealing technique on Yang Yuxiao was also automatically unlocked. He waved the Yuxu Sword, the blood in his head surged, and he was killing his former disciple with heart-to-heart attacks. The look was really heroic.
"Come on! You soulless disciples of Youyuju are just skeletons. This sect leader will kill you to help you get rid of this life of a walking zombie!"
After a while, the light-colored light shirt was stained with blood stains of different shades, which was extremely horrifying. His body was also stained with light red blood stained with blood poison, which was splashed on him by someone with a blood poison deep inside his body.
on the body.
Zihuo is much better compared to him. His white clothes are still as old as before. Not only is there no trace of blood stains, but he also exudes a touch of elegance from the inside out. Who can fight as calmly as him? He can't handle such a scene.
Don't panic,
The Purple Soul Sword in his hand, spiritual power flowed, and purple light burst out. Except for himself, the rest of the people could hardly catch the afterimages. The Purple Soul Sword brought up clouds of blood mist, so that his entire figure looked like
He was bathed in blood mist, and the whole room was filled with blood mist.
Yang Yuxiao fought with all his strength for a while, and found that the enemies around him were broken into pieces and lying on the ground. He looked up and saw a flash of purple light, and the Purple Soul Sword quickly cut off the head of a monk. He couldn't help but blurt out, "Okay -
—So awesome!"
He worshiped An Xun as his disciple and saw An Xun slay monsters like chickens. He felt that An Xun was already an extremely powerful monk in the world. Regarding Zi Huo, he knew from the first glance that this person was powerful.
As a character, I naturally felt that this person was particularly untouchable. As for how powerful he was, I also had questions in my mind. But now I saw Zi Huo killing his enemies with my own eyes, and I was really impressed by Zi Huo's charisma.
Yun Lingyuan said, "Of course he is powerful. If he is not powerful, how can he stand up? With him standing up, let's get out of the way quickly. It's important to save people!!"
Yang Yuxiao looked at the monks over there who had severed their heads and were still standing still brandishing their swords. He hesitated and said, "Wouldn't it be better if we left him like this?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? It's important to save people! Come and help quickly!!"
Yun Lingyuan's slender body half held up a spirit-sealing woman who was seriously injured and could not walk. A'ru also helped one up, and the other two, who were slightly injured, wanted to help each other walk.
Yang Yuxiao didn't care to treat the wounded lightly, and carried the remaining two wounded wounded with both arms on both sides. The group fled with difficult steps.
Yun Lingyuan was anxious: "Yang Yuxiao, what are you doing? Hurry up and control the sword!!"
Yang Yuxiao was embarrassed, "No."
"..."
Yun Lingyuan was speechless. According to the speed at which they were supporting the wounded, they might not be able to get out of this place, and An Xun would have arrived by now.
Zihuo looked this way from a distance, the Purple Soul Sword left his hand, and Zihua flashed past, opening a path in front of them and said, "Go over there and wait, Ouyang Mu and Yinu will be here soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the familiar sound of the vines. The vines were thick and long. They wrapped themselves around a monk and broke them into several pieces in an instant, causing flesh and blood to fly everywhere!
A familiar white masked face, swinging two red ropes behind its head, floated over and landed in front of Zi Huan, "Sir."
There was another burst of spiritual power that gathered into an imaginary Qixian flower. When the petals spread out, a female fairy in white clothes appeared. The woman was covered with a veil and was light and graceful. She also stood in front of Zi Luo, "Sir
.”
The Purple Soul Sword in his hand was killing the monks non-stop. Zi Huo opened his mouth and gave a concise and clear command: "Save people."