Chapter 340

How can a mere mortal escape the ban imposed by the immortals?

Not only the three members of Yang Shanshan's family are on the run, but there are also a large number of martial arts guards running away with their families in the city, but what is waiting for them is the ruthless killing of evil immortals!

"Little lady, where are you going?"

A demon monk led several people to block the way and looked at Yang Shanshan with a slightly cruel look. His voice was incomparable.

Such a scene made Yang Shanshan look extremely pale. She could fully feel the power of the immortal ahead, but she still had Si Si in her arms and her mother-in-law behind her. Anyway, she did not allow the close relatives around her to be hurt.

Wheeze!

It was Yang Shanshan's fatal blow and the strongest blow. But her cultivation was only in the period of Qi refining. In the eyes of the immortal, her attack was just a child's trick.

Bang!

The palms of Yang Shanshan's palms were empty. There were five claw blood marks on Yang Shanshan's chest, and a lot of blood gushed from her mouth. The whole person flew back like a broken kite.

"Mother!"

"Shanshan!"

The old and the young cried out sadly, and Sisi fell down close to her mother, shaking Yang Shanshan's body, and the childish cry sounded from her mouth.

"Hum, mole ants, take them to the central square and wait for the three adults to prepare the great art of blood sacrifice."

The devil cultivation immortals hummed coldly. Ten Qi refining level immortals quickly held a family of three in their hands like chickens. In the sound of thinking and crying, the family of three was taken to the central square of Qingtian town.

The same thing happened everywhere in the town. A large number of mortals were driven to the central square. The three evil immortals sat in the void and looked down at the mortals and ants at their feet. What crossed their eyes was the meaning of bloodthirsty rage.

……

The three-story private school, the courtyard opened, and the sound of killing from the outside world awakened Ye Xuan from his sleep.

Bang!

The door was blown to pieces, and several Qi refining level immortals rushed in. When they saw the old look of Ye Xuan on the bed, one of the immortals frowned and said, "this useless old guy, his own blood essence has already disappeared. Even taking the blood sacrifice has no effect. Just kill him directly."

The cold Sabre came out of the scabbard and killed him. In the face of this fatal blow, ye Xuan's eyes were in a trance, his eyebrows were more tight and wrinkled, and there was no panic like emotion on his face. It was like the immortal in front of him, which didn't make him a little afraid.

Wheeze!

The corpse was separated, and the sword awned in the air. A strong figure suddenly appeared in front of Ye Xuan. The immortal also turned into a headless corpse and fell in a pool of blood.

"Hiss!"

Such a scene made the other immortals suck the air, but before they took action, Li han'er looked sad and fierce, and the steel knife in his hand danced violently. However, after a few breath, he killed several immortals who were only seven layers of Qi refining.

"Uncle Ye, the demon Xiuxian sect is going to kill Qingtian town. Please leave here with Han Er quickly."

After Li han'er said this, without waiting for ye Xuan to respond, he directly carried him behind him, jumped out of the window eaves with a steel knife in his hand, and fled to the town like a fugitive.

Boom!

Before Li han'er could escape a hundred feet away, a terrible palm print suppressed him and directly burst his body out, which made Ye Xuan's old body row several feet away in the snow like a rolling gourd.

"Uncle Ye!"

Li han'er spilled blood in his mouth, and his voice was extremely sad. Regardless of his own injury, he rushed towards Ye Xuan like a crazy tiger.

In the snow.

Ye Xuan's face was pale and there were no scars around him, but his breath was very weak, which also made Li han'er's tiger eyes present a great mist.

"Uncle Ye, don't die, don't die." Li han'er picked up Ye Xuan's body, his voice choked to the extreme, and the tears on his face hung all over his cheeks.

Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at Li han'er's face full of tears. His eyes were extremely confused and his heart was deeply touched.

"Han'er, Uncle Ye is fine. Don't cry."

"Oh!"

"It seems that you are the immortal on the ninth floor of Qi refining in Qingtian town. Unfortunately, you are too weak. However, your blood essence is strong, which is more suitable for blood sacrifice."

A sneer came. A young man in a brocade robe strolled here and looked at Ye Xuan and Li han'er with great disdain.

"I killed you!"

Li han'er held the knife in his hand and roared out.

Unfortunately, he is only the ninth floor of refining Qi. How can he be the opponent of the other side in front of this golden pill friar?

Bang!

Li han'er's body flew back upside down with several broken ribs. The young man in the brocade robe sneered continuously. He directly held it in his hand without even looking at Ye Xuan, the dying old man, and took Li han'er to the central square of Qingtian town.

Obviously, ye Xuan's old body and blood essence scattered in his body are of no use to them. He just killed the mole ants himself. The immortal in the golden elixir period felt that his identity had been tarnished.

Now!

Ye Xuan struggled to get up from the snow. His eyes looked turbid at the young man in brocade robes. His trembling body was extremely staggering to chase each other, as if he would fall in the snow at any time and disappear from the world.

Being held by the young man in the brocade robe, a large amount of blood overflowed from Li han'er's mouth. He looked at Ye Xuan's old and staggering body behind him, and the sound of crying sounded in the void.

"Uncle Ye, go, go, don't come to han'er, you should live well."

The cold wind roared and the world was cold and frosty. The young man in brocade robe carrying Li han'er had disappeared. Only Ye Xuan's old body trembled in the cold wind!

Ye Xuan stared at the direction of the disappearance of the young man in the brocade robe. Li han'er's cry sounded faintly in his ear, and his mood was changing inexplicably.

With muddy eyes, old body and dying life, ye Xuan forgot who he was, but he didn't forget that he was Ye Fan, he was Li han'er's uncle, and he couldn't forget every bit in the past 70 years.

"Han'er can't die. Uncle Ye comes to save you."

Old and hoarse, ye Xuan struggled to move forward in the snow, but before he walked out of the distance, he fell in the snow again.

Desolate and helpless, lonely and helpless, old body and dying life are not enough to support him in this snowy and cold day.

His arms trembled and supported the snow. The cold ice and snow cracked Ye Xuan's old hands, but he still got up from the snow. He broke off a branch as a crutch to support his body and walked alone in the wind and snow.

The cold wind is howling, and heaven and earth are sad. Ye Xuan's pace is very slow, but he has been moving forward firmly. Only in the snowy world, his back is desolate and helpless, which makes people look at it and feel great sadness.