Dong Kunlun

Blood sprinkled

Houtu stood there with a sad face, looking at Wa who was shaking and constantly coughing out black blood from her mouth, and a look of sorrow appeared in her eyes: "If this continues, you will die!"

"The tribe that can resurrect the senior brother and make up for the senior brother's regrets. Wa has no regrets when she dies!" As Wa spoke, she kept coughing up a pool of black blood.

Looking at the thin and thin Wa, her natal essence and blood were constantly throwing over, and a talisman edict from Houtu’s hand flew out and headed towards the thirty-third heaven.

At the same time, I was very glad that I was having fun in the mountains and I returned on a whim and discovered Wa's actions, otherwise I was afraid that things would be a big deal.

However, looking at the shaky Wa and her stubborn eyes, Houtu was just anxious and hoped that Yang Sanyang would return soon and persuade the kid to go back soon.

"It's all my fault, why do you tell you these things!" Hou Tu's eyes were full of regret.

"Empress, how can I blame you? I want to thank you. If you hadn't woken up, how could I understand the key points?" Wa was so thin that she showed an ugly smile on her head, which was as thin as a skeleton.

When Yang Sanyang arrived, he saw Wa, who was almost exhausted and dry, standing in the wind with thin bones, with golden divine blood constantly spraying, and a palm that was as thin as a skeleton, covering her mouth and coughing hard.

It was like a bellows inside the body, making a huge sound.

Houtu stood beside Wa, and at this moment he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, his eyes full of helplessness and anxiety, and he kept stomping his feet back and forth.

"What are you doing!"

With a shout, Yang Sanyang stepped forward and grabbed Wa's thin arm.

"Senior brother, I have found the method to break the fixed number! I have found the method to break the fixed number!" Wa looked at him with a burning gaze, her eyes full of divine light. Her originally thin body and shaky figure actually burst out with a sensational divine light.

The divine light is like a glorious sun, making people unable to open their eyes.

"Crazy! You're crazy!" Yang Sanyang scolded Wa: "You have already lost your origin. If you continue like this, you will inevitably damage your foundation and there will be no hope of becoming a saint in the future."

While saying that, Yang Sanyang picked up the Yujing bottle and was about to pour it into Wa's mouth: "Hurry up! Drink more nectar! Drink more nectar!"

"Senior Brother!" Wa grabbed Yu Jingping, her eyes full of unquestionable stubbornness: "This is the only wish of the senior brother. I must achieve it for you, and I will die without regrets!"

"If the barbarians are resurrected, it is at the cost of your life. I would rather not be resurrected!" A hint of anger rose in Yang Sanyang's eyes.

"Junior sister dies without regrets!" Wa's eyes were filled with smiles.

"What a bastard thing, you are the true god of Daluo. You have a long life in the future. How can you talk about life and death? The only difficulty in the world is death! I am still unable to bear this life for my brother until now!" Yang Sanyang said softly, and handed Gan Lin to his mouth: "Be good, obedient! Drink it! You can get better after drinking it."

"Senior Brother, listen to me!" Wa looked at Yang Sanyang with her eyes and held the Yujing bottle in her hand.

杨三阳看着娲,娲眼中雾气朦胧:“师兄若死了,小妹活着还有什么意思,倒不如随师兄去了!这是师兄唯一的遗愿,小妹纵使是身死道消,也要成全了师兄.师兄为我兄妹付出的太多,这回能为师兄付出,小妹心甘情愿!这也算是小妹的一片心意,还望师兄莫要嫌弃.我若能陪着师兄一道回归天地,也是极好的!省的我孤苦伶仃的在世间忍受寂寞,倒不如陪师兄去了,日后还有个伴.”

"Nonsense!" Yang Sanyang glared at Wa: "Don't talk nonsense. If you have the resources to become a saint, you will become a saint in the future. How can you easily die?"

Yang Sanyang glared at Wa fiercely, and wanted to pick up the jade bottle and pour Ganjiang into his mouth.

"Senior brother, sweet rain is precious, don't waste it on me. My little sister's origin has been exhausted, and the oil has dried up, and it's hard to turn the sky again. If my little sister dies, you will spread the sweet rain into the clay man all over the mountains. A drop of sweet rain will transform a clay man into a barbarian tribe. Remember, don't waste your hard work, so I'll wait for you first!"

"I'm talking nonsense. I want you to be a saint for you, and I want you to be a saint every year during Qingming Festival..."

"Buzz~"

Yang Sanyang had not finished speaking, but saw the divine light around Wa tremble and actually bounced Yang Sanyang's palm away.

A dazzling divine light burst into his body, and the innate immortal spiritual light burst out with an unparalleled power. Even Yang Sanyang staggered after being unable to defend himself.

"No!!!" Yang Sanyang got up in a mess, his eyes were about to break, his voice was filled with horror and panic. He stretched out his palm, as if he wanted to solidify the time and space and suppress the sky.

Unfortunately, it's too late!

I saw Wa's body shattering, and then a ray of innate immortal spiritual light flowed. The innate immortal spiritual light decomposed in an instant, turning into countless channels, drilling into the blood.

The overwhelming blood penetrated into the clay man on the ground.

"No! No! Why are you so stupid! Why are you so stupid!" Yang Sanyang beat his chest and stamped his feet with anger, and golden blood spurted out from his mouth: "Why are you so stupid! Why are you so stupid! I am a dead person, even if the tribe is destroyed or exists, what can I do? Death is like a lamp extinguishing, your road is still long, why are you so stupid!"

"Wa~" Houtu was also stunned and stood there in a daze. Looking at the immortal spiritual light that was floating like a firefly in the wind, he couldn't help but lose his color.

After a moment of silence, Houtu came to his senses and saw clay figures on the ground flashing, accompanied by the fragments of immortal spiritual light falling into it, a vibrant vitality was born, but it seemed that some key thing was missing to enlighten it.

"Don't waste time, this is Wa's intention! If Wa's intention turns into flowing water, it would be unbeautiful!" Houtu urged Yang Sanyang and picked up the jade bottle from the ground and threw it to Yang Sanyang.

Yang Sanyang looked at the Yujing Ping in a daze, then his eyes were filled with tears: "Junior sister!"

Turning around and looking at Houtu: "Is there really no way?"

Houtu shook his head when he heard this, and a hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes: "Hurry up and do it, so as not to delay the time."

Yang Sanyang's palm trembled when he heard this. After all, he was not a secular child. He quickly calmed down his mind. Willow branches flew out, and dripping rain fell, flying towards the clay man on the ground.

The sweet rain dripped, as if it was the brine point of tofu, and had a qualitative change. The divine lights of countless clay men flickered, and creation gathered.

"What's wrong, this clay man is full of yin energy gathering, and all those who are inspired are women. Bleed quickly and use your blood to tune Yin and Yang!" Houtu is Houtu after all, and his realm is unfathomable. Even Yang Sanyang cannot see through Houtu's background.

Yang Sanyang was moved in his mind, and countless essence and blood flew out from his body, sprinkling towards the clay man.

The wind and clouds gathered in the void, and the storm was pouring out, and a burst of hurricane swept across Dongkunlun. The earth-shaking lightning broke through the void and rushed straight towards the countless clay men in the field.

"Don't even think of destroying the opportunity for my barbarian resurrection, or let my junior sister waste her hard work!" Yang Sanyang looked at the overwhelming lightning, and his energy was rolled up around him and wanted to resist.

"Thunder of creation! This is the Thunder of creation! Go away quickly, don't delay the opportunity for the barbarians to resurrection!" Hou Tu stepped forward and pulled Yang Sanyang's sleeve: "This divine thunder is the law of heaven and earth, not a punishment of heaven, and it will not harm your barbarians."

Yang Sanyang was stunned when he heard this. It was this delayed effort that countless thunders slid down, flooding countless clay men.

"The thunder carving, the creation of the knife skills! Good opportunity! Good opportunity!" Seeing this, Houtu suddenly showed his divine light: "It's time for me to be reborn, and I should be reborn with the creation of heaven and earth. In the future, I will be one of the Barbarian ancestors!"

"Gou Manzi, I want to borrow your barbarian fortune to be reborn. Do you have no objection?" Houtu looked at Yang Sanyang.

Yang Sanyang was stunned when he heard this and shook his head blankly.

Then Houtu smiled and without saying a word, his spirit rushed into the lightning and possessed himself on the clay man.

Yang Sanyang stared at the thunder in a daze. The rain in the jade bottle in his hand had dissipated. He was sad for a moment and was stunned on the spot.

"Silly! Stupid! Stupid! So stupid! Why do you do this? Why do you do this? Are you stupid when you use living people to exchange for the lives of a group of dead people?" Yang San stomped his feet in anger, his voice full of uncontrollable anger.

The barbarians are just a lack and obsession in their past. They are a group of completely strangers. Although they are of the same clan, they are strangers after all. But Wa is truly a true relationship between brothers and sisters. How can the two sides compare?

How can we compare?

No one will sacrifice his relatives for a group of strangers!

Although, that was his indelible obsession in this life!

Unfortunately, Wa attached too much importance to Yang Sanyang and paid more attention to it than her own life.

A hint of grief flowed in Yang Sanyang's eyes!

"Why are you so stupid!"

"Why are you so stupid!"

Yang Sanyang's body became weak and he actually sat on the ground.

"Why howl!" Amitabha's words sounded deep in his soul: "If Daluo falls, there will inevitably be a strange phenomenon. Why are you howling? Now half a stick of incense has passed, but no strange phenomenon has appeared. Perhaps Wa is not dead!"

"Wa is not dead?" Yang Sanyang immediately choked when he heard this, cried and stopped. He raised his head with great energy, looked at the countless clay dolls in the wind and thunder, and his eyes showed a hint of disbelief: "But I had clearly seen before that Wa destroyed her immortal light and fulfilled the countless clay dolls."
Chapter completed!