Yue Xiaochan came to kill people in anger, not bragging. No matter you are a Taoist or something, you can't break through this kind of monster's full-strength attack when you are seriously injured and escaped.

A jade Xiao seemed to pass through the space gently, Xiao Kong choked, crying and complaining. But the two of Xinyi Sects seemed to see the terrifying color of death, and were shocked. Why are there so many monsters in the world? Xiao's great cleverness seemed to be as slow as he was, and it was as fast as he could break through the air with his sound, telling a dark shadow in the night. Even the space around him was locked tightly by this blow. Could it be that Xue Qingqiu's personal strength?

There was no room for thinking at this moment, and the two of them could only strive to break the Xiao blockade.

"Knock!" As soon as Yue Xiaochan floated backwards, the space blocked and shattered, but this gentle blow finally prevented the already injured two people no longer able to escape from half a step away.

The sword light caught up from behind without hesitation and penetrated the vests of the two.

Yu Xiao put away and changed into a short sword that came from somewhere. He gently stroked his throat, bringing up two bright blood flowers, blooming in the night, extremely sad and beautiful.

The two powerful men at the peak of the Xinyi Sect fell under the combined attack of the three strongest men in the younger generation of Zhengyi Sect when they escaped seriously, as if they were announcing the alternation of a certain era.

Feng Lieyang stopped his sword and looked at the elves under the moon in front of him.

It was not only Mu Jianli who made progress, but Yue Xiaochan didn't rest either. The only one who stood still seemed to be himself.

As figures came in full swing, all of our allies arrived. Looking at the corpses on the ground, Yulin sighed and said, "Although there is a difference from what I expected, I finally completed the task, which is better than what I expected. You guys are indeed awesome."

Zhuo Qingqing and others were also here behind Yue Xiaochan. Several girls looked at the corpses on the ground, but they did not have the joy of killing the strong man. Instead, they were very angry: "Why are there only two? There will be many dead soldiers in the court that they had agreed to?"

Mu Jianli frowned and said, "Look at your uneasy, what happened?"

Yue Xiaochan was about to answer, but suddenly a shocking explosion came from the woods when she came, and then it was like thousands of ghosts crying, and the souls of wronged people were rising. The shrill wailing sounds resounded through people's eardrums, piercing the soul deep, making people almost crazy.

With Mu Jianli's coldness, she couldn't help but suddenly changed her expression: "What is this!"

Yue Xiaochan looked back at the road he came. The fog in the depths of the forest was heavy, and nothing could be seen in the heavy rain. She bit her lower lip and whispered: "If you are not afraid of death, come with me."

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Xie Changsheng was bleeding from his seven orifices and ran away in panic, without even the courage to look back.

He never thought there was such a terrible little girl in the world.

No, that's not a little girl, that's a monster!

In Baili Forest, nearly 30,000 dementia were trapped by a little girl alone in her unique aura. No one could move, and no one could even breathe. Everyone could only see nothingness, no color, no existence, only the deepest night, the most chaotic space, the vast silence and desolation, making people want to go crazy when they look at it.

Countless magical sounds that are unknown are not penetrated into your brain and soul through your ears. The chaotic noise and demonic whispers make people irritated, angry, violent, just want to tear everything apart, just want to kill, just want to indulge in intercourse, and even want to tear off your flesh and blood inch by inch to vent the depression and pain at this time.

It can't see or hear, but Xie Changsheng knew that he had lost the soul connection with all the dementia people. I wonder if these dementia people had picked up their souls, or were in deeper depravity, killing each other into demons.

He felt that his soul was torn apart, but fortunately he was connected with his own soul of the war puppet and took responsibility for each other. The soul body of the war puppet was countless hybrids tens of thousands of years ago. Although he did not have unified intelligence, he was extremely powerful and could bear it for a while. But Xie Changsheng knew that it would be impossible to bear it for such a passive endurance, and he had to break this terrifying space as quickly as possible.

Xie Changsheng used all his strength and devoted all his secret techniques to resonate with the soul of the war puppet, and issued the strongest soul impact.

As if he heard a muffled groan in the air, Xie Changsheng briefly saw the scene in front of him.

It was still the woods where he was ambushing. More than 30,000 dementiamen tear each other, chopping and killing each other, venting the most primitive violence and madness. There was blood everywhere, and there was scarlet light in the eyes. There was a cloud of mist floating in the air, with a woman's image floating in the mist, with slender figures and long hair hanging down legs. Just looking at this image, it was really beautiful. But the part of the eyes seemed to have a faint divine light, falling on him through the mist.

The light was like the space I had fallen into before, the deepest night was so silence that it was so terrifying. Xie Changsheng dared not face it. His final outbreak had already broken his spiritual connection with the war puppet. His brain was in pain, and his soul was like a torn pain. He knew that the woman was also hit and could not deal with him for a short time. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he rushed out of the forest like crazy, and never wanted to see the woman's dead and deserted eyes again.

It was not until he rushed out and ran with his head in his arms that he suddenly remembered... Isn't his enemy a little girl? Who is that woman?

"Ah!!!" Just thinking about it, my headache was about to break and my soul was about to break. Xie Changsheng hugged his head and ran away frantically, never daring to look back.

The woman's dead eyes also retracted from his back and fell quietly on the battle doll in front of her.

Zhan Ou's eyes were also flashing lightly and darkly.

Both sides were damaged when the soul hedge just now.

If this ancient remnant soul really has a unified consciousness, it would probably feel extremely shocked. The woman's soul alone actually broke the incompleteness of more than 30,000 people at the same time, and forced it to cut off its relationship with the soul host. If it was conscious, it might have another secret technique to counterattack, but it has no consciousness. It only has the most negative instinct hybridization, and uses the direct routine of soul impact to constantly collide and impact the woman's thoughts.

Then I can't hit it. This ancient soul has absorbed many negative souls from people. After seeing the light of the sky again, it has absorbed more than 30,000, but it can't beat this woman in total!

The soul body formed by all kinds of negative souls was shaking under wave after wave of attack by the woman, as if there were signs of dissipation from heaven and earth.

The light in Zhan Ou's eyes became dimmer and dimmer, and continued to flash for a while, and suddenly moved.

It actually ran over and used the physical power of this magical machine to hit the image of the woman floating in the air with one punch.

This battle puppet created by Xie Changsheng's lifelong power is comparable to Dongxu. The biggest flaw is that it lacks the control of its master, only the most instinctive destructive fighting spirit and power, no skills to exert power, no combat means and dexterity.

But it seems that the woman doesn't.

She raised her hand a little clumsyly to respond to the enemy.

With a "bang", two amazing forces collided with each other. Both sides threw themselves in mid-air, and threw them away like a kite, like a broken string and flew countless distances, falling into unknown places.

At the collision point, some messy parts were scattered in the air, and countless broken souls scattered out, screaming and crying in all kinds of ghosts.

This is the voice that Yue Xiaochan and the others heard.

The ghost cried for a while, and seemed to slowly realize that his original owner was still there. He slowly found his master's home, and each floated into the minds of more than 30,000 dementia people who were crazy.

The violent and messy tearing attacks like hell slowly subsided, leaving only the forests full of unconscious people, no one bandaged the injured parts, and blood flowed, forming a bloody river under the heavy rain.

No one would notice that in the mid-air of the collision, there was a bloodline slowly drifting in the wind and disappeared quickly in the heavy rain.
Chapter completed!