Chapter 616

To give up.

It turns out that ye Zhentian didn't pretend to be dead, but took away the disciples of the immortal League.

In just a few months, Murong Ling advanced from a low-level yuan refining disciple to the later stage of the Yuan Dynasty's demon cultivation. The speed of this leap forward advancement shows the terrifying aspect of his martial arts. Of course, Murong Ling didn't realize that she was also advancing by leaps and bounds. Now in her mind, ye Zhentian uses some unreasonable means to improve her cultivation, such as offering sacrifices.

Anger and disgust come as promised, and they don't dodge ye Zhentian's attack. Murong Ling loses a formation to protect the comatose children, and then waves a whip to meet them, sneering, "this is your retribution for your wrongdoing!"

Ye Zhentian's strength can't be underestimated. Just now, he was hurt by the light of purification by carelessness. When the whip came, he gave up the attack in time and began to escape. He sacrificed a magic flag weapon. With his shaking, it turned out that he was surrounded by evil Qi, the wind was howling, and countless spirits flew out of it and attacked Murong Ling.

These spirits were infected with the evil spirit of the magic flag, and they were completely confused and mentally retarded. At this time, they were completely controlled by the owner of the magic flag, and they were like ghosts calling and biting. They all looked like ordinary mortals. However, because of the great resentment before death, they were so powerful that Murong Ling was too busy to answer and got caught.

The purified light of Huolian has the function of purification. It is reasonable to say that the evil spirit of these spirits can also be purified. However, with the strength of Huolian, the purified light is limited. It is unrealistic to purify these souls. The most important thing is that they have been put into the magic flag and controlled by Ye Zhentian. Even if they are called back to the magic flag to purify the evil spirit in their spirits, all previous efforts will be wasted.

The more angry these spirits are, the heavier the evil spirit is, and the more powerful the magic flag is. The only way to fight the enemy is to beat these spirits to death.

Just when Murong Ling summons Xiaohuo to destroy the spirits with Qinglian Xinhuo, he sees ye Zhentian smile coldly, the magic flag waves again, and a black spirit flies out. The gloomy sight falls on her, and then pours on her like a hungry wolf!

It is the spirit of an Xiaoyu!

Murong Ling's action is so slow that an Xiaoyu finds an opportunity to open her mouth and bite her naked neck. She breaks a hole in her body. The evil spirit in the hall rushes into her body and stirs up the internal injury that has not yet recovered. Murong Ling can't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"You were seriously injured."

Ye Zhentian laughs and looks at Murong Ling with disdain and excitement, as if a hunter sees a wounded tiger. A bloodthirsty smile is outlined on his lips. "Murong Ling, today, you will pay for your arrogance!"

He already knew that an Xiaoyu was Murong Ling's weakness. When he waved the magic flag to attack again, he let her take the lead. Murong Ling did not dare to attack with a small fire, so she was defeated. Several wounds were added to her body, and even her breath began to be unstable.

Fierce color flashed in ye Zhentian's eyes. Just as she was about to take advantage of the victory, Dahong finally jumped out. Before Murong Ling stopped him, he opened his mouth and vomited out, which was a huge sea of fire.

"No!"

However, it's too late. The fiery fire of Huolian pours down and infects the spirits, which immediately causes a burst of shrill crying and howling. The spirits with fiery fire twist and fade in the light of the fire. Finally, the gods can't stand the power of roasting, and their souls are instantly terrified.

An Xiaoyu's Spirit bears the brunt. She screams miserably and seems to be wailing in pain. However, because she is a monk, the spirit is more solidified than ordinary people. Although the color of the spirit is almost transparent, it somehow remains.

Only an Xiaoyu, who is instinctive, looks at Dahong and Murong Ling with resentment, showing her fierce relationship. Just when she is about to rush up to die with them, ye Zhentian waves a magic flag and takes her back.

Ye Zhentian's face is very ugly. He doesn't use his soul to attack him any more. He continues to turn the magic flag and beat out waves of evil Qi. Murong Ling's injury recurres and his action is slow. Even if Dahong is here, he just wants to see a draw with ye Zhentian.

Gradually, ye Zhentian is furious. He can't accept that a monk in the later period of the Yuan Dynasty can't even kill a seriously injured person. He says a mantra, and the group of demons around the magic pool finally move. They grab Murong Ling with their black purple nails.

These are just low-level demons. They can't help Murong Ling, but they don't know the pain. Even if they are cut off by the wood spirit whip, they can still attack tirelessly, as if they will never die. The most important thing is that an Xiaoyu's body is one of these demons, and Murong Ling can't do it at all.

Murong Ling, who is restrained by her hands and feet, is attacked by Ye Zhentian several times, and the injury is so serious that Dahong can't bear it. He looked at her with red eyes, "master, why don't you do it? Are you dying?"Murong Ling's eyes show the color of pain. She didn't protect an Xiaoyu well. How can she destroy her body and spirit now?

The first time Dahong saw her master, she was kind-hearted. She didn't know whether to be glad or angry. Although she was kind-hearted, she always put the interests of her master first. Although the spirits were innocent, she was a mortal enemy to him at the moment when they turned into demons.

Since the master can't be cruel, give it to him!

After the upgrade, Dahong was no longer three inches in size, but five or six times as big as before. The red belly pocket on his body also became bigger. With his chubby fingertips gently, the sea of fire surged out of his belly pocket. In addition to the place protected by Murong Ling's array, the hall was instantly spread by the sea of fire. Those demons could not bear the high temperature of the sea of fire and were finally burned clean, Even the blood pool, which was filled with magic gas, was slowly evaporating under the sea of fire, giving off a bad smell.

"No!"

"No!"

Two roars of anger come from Murong Ling and ye Zhentian. Murong Ling jumps into the sea of fire crazily and tries to pick up an Xiaoyu, but it's too late to get her claw when she is on the verge of extinction. The demons infected by the fire were swallowed up in the blink of an eye, and even the ashes were not left.

Ye Zhentian is distressed that he built the magic pool with painstaking efforts. He frantically uses magic to prevent the invasion of the sea of fire. He can't care to fight with Murong Ling for a moment.

Dahong looks at Murong Ling in the sea of fire with some trepidation. The clothes on her body have been burned to ashes, revealing the true appearance of high-grade robes. She is still facing Huo Feng's face. At this time, there are three more scratches with black evil Qi. At this time, the black red blood flows out, which is ferocious and terrible. But these are nothing, her face is extremely calm, there is no grief, there is no anger, dark eyes deep cold, as if the calm before the storm, groundlessly frightening.

This is the first time Dahong has seen such a terrible host.

He cried out in fear. "Master, master, don't do that. I'm afraid."

"Why did you burn her?"

Her voice was gentle and indifferent, but everyone could hear the violent emotion in it. Dahong was even more afraid, and said, "she has become a demon. Instead of letting her continue to be manipulated by the demon cultivation, it's better to let her body free as soon as possible. Master, isn't that right? "

"No! Of course not

Murong Ling's forbearance finally broke out. She was red and glared at Dahong, and cried out, "she's not dead! I can find a way to save her! Now that you've burned her, she'll never live again! "

She was seriously injured and invaded by the evil spirit. Her face was as white as a piece of white paper. Even her body was tottering, as if she would faint due to excessive excitement at the next moment.

An Xiaoyu '. But Dahong was frightened by Murong Ling's state. She was afraid that she would be stimulated again. She didn't dare to say anything more. Instead, she exploited some lotus seeds from Erhong and handed them to her. "Master, it's my fault. You can punish me as you want. You should eat the lotus seeds first."

However, in response to him, Murong Ling's strange eyes to the extreme, she said coldly, "you go."

Dahong froze, tears quickly fell from her eyes, trembling lips asked, "what, what?"

"I don't want to see you again." Murong Ling said, "now I will terminate the contract with you. From now on, you and I will go back to the bridge, and the road will go back to the road

She had made up her mind, but she didn't want to wait for a moment, so she immediately began to cancel the contract. However, the divine sense could touch the contract pattern, and before she could cast the spell, she vomited blood and fell into the sea of fire.

"Master!"

Seeing this, Dahong, who was heartbroken, could no longer wipe her tears and hurriedly went down to pick up the person. He didn't know the medical skills, but felt that she was in a very bad state now. He quickly put the lotus seed into her mouth and hurriedly wanted to take her away.

As for the thousands of children who were protected by the array, his eyes were only Murong Ling, who was seriously injured and dying. How could he care about other things?

Ye Zhentian, who is fighting against the sea of fire, sees that Murong Ling's beloved wants to take her away. She quickly sends out a magic force to fight her. Dahong can't escape. She is hit by a blow, and she doesn't dare to turn back. She just uses her magic to cover Murong Ling and leaves in a hurry.

Instead of rescuing the person to be rescued, Murong Ling was seriously injured. After all, Murong Ling's action failed.

This failure is a fuse, which makes Murong Ling's repressed emotion erupt like a volcano, and finally end up eating herself.Her exhaustion of stiles is not only due to the death of an Xiaoyu. All these are stories that Dahong doesn't know.