I, who became the armor of the devil emperor, was put on by the fairy

Silent anger is spreading.

boom!Boom!

A group of ferocious beasts appeared, emitting all kinds of divine lights, making it impossible to see clearly what was going on inside.

As time passed, more and more people, without hope, believed that the saint was dead.

buzzing-

The monks who have the means of taming beasts sprinkled all kinds of medicines to quell the rampage of the beasts.

There is also a formation to suppress the anger of the beast.

Just to no avail.

A day passed.

People who watched silently were all over the Valley of Myriad Demons, and at this time people gradually left.

They gave up hope, thinking that the saint was dead.

In the dark, those who framed Luo Xingye had accepted the fact of the saint's sacrifice and began to sneer.

Two days passed.

The parents of the saint who came to hear the news from outside, stood by the valley of all demons and cried, their voices were miserable, which aroused everyone's emotions.

The crowd became more and more angry, but after the anger passed, only paleness and desolation remained.

Three days passed.

More and more monks left, and many gave up.

On the fourth day, the ferocious beasts gradually calmed down, and there was a limit to venting their anger.

Xue Ling is a disciple of the Qianxin Hall, and now he is the Ninth Layer of Demon Spirit.

She was saved by the saint, and she has always been grateful, and she is also one of the people who support the saint most.

So many days have passed, she has been waiting for a miracle, hoping that the saint did not die, but survived by luck.

She waited four days.

On the fourth day, the group of ferocious beasts calmed down their anger and gradually dispersed. Xue Ling stood on tiptoe and looked towards the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

She hoped that she could see the living figure of the saint.

However, when the ground, gravel, and broken wood were all covered with blood, his heart skipped a beat and his face turned pale.

"Saint..."

Xue Ling murmured, she didn't dare to look on, for fear that what she saw would be the scene of corpses.

Finally, she didn't dare to look any further, and turned around to leave like other monks.

It's just that when she turned around, the memory on her face made her take another look at the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

Just looking at it, the body froze.

I saw a bloody man with a severed arm jumping numbly and tiredly among the dwindling herd of ferocious beasts.

His hair was disheveled, blood dripped down his hair, his stern face was silent, one hand was broken and disappeared, and the other was tightly hugging a fiery red figure.

The man was silent, and there seemed to be a kind of faith in his expression, which made him full of perseverance. He repeatedly dodged among the ferocious beasts, even if the wound expanded and blood flew.

Time and time again, the only hand has never let go, and has been protecting the delicate figure.

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Chapter 171 Skeletons

Whoa!

Some of the monks who hadn't left shouted excitedly.

"Luo Xingye is not dead! No, the saint is not dead! It is good that the saint is not dead!"

"Seniors, catch Luo Xingye while the group of ferocious beasts are gradually dispersing! Don't let this bastard who kidnapped the saint escape!"

Many monks yelled.

Suddenly, a soft voice overwhelmed the crowd.

"If he really kidnapped the saint, why hasn't he abandoned the saint until now?"

Xue Ling yelled, using her cultivation, she was a doubter from the beginning, but now she is absolutely sure that King Luoxian was framed by someone.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was taken aback.

Seeing the man soaked in blood, covered in blood, with a broken arm and blood dripping from his hair, but still hugging the saint tightly and dodging among the ferocious beasts, everyone's body and mind were gradually shocked.

"Four days!"

Someone yelled and responded.

Four days in the herd of ferocious beasts, every moment on the verge of life and death.

Under such circumstances, Luo Xingye still clings to the saint and does not give up, which explains everything.

People who are walking on the edge of life and death, even if they don't kidnap the saint, they will probably abandon the burden of the saint long ago in the crisis of death.

But Luo Xingye didn't.

He's never been one to prove himself with words.

His character comes from action.

The blood on his body spilled on the ground among the rocks and trees, and everyone was shocked.

For four days, he spent countless crises and never gave up on the saint.

boom!Boom!

The powerful monk has already made a move, forced his way into the gradually shrinking group of beasts, and knocked them back.

Luo Xingye seemed to ignore it, and dodged mechanically, even if a powerful monk approached, he dodged it.

And Luo Xingye's dodge also caused those who wanted to kill him secretly to miss.