After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

Han Youjinxing's eyes widened, purple energy billowing from his body, and he unleashed his Mahayana cultivation without hesitation. The king showed his domineering attitude and said disdainfully: "When will it be your turn to intervene in my emperor's affairs?"

"you!"

Ling Tian was choked and his face darkened, his expression extremely gloomy.

The old man Ge who was on the side was extremely dissatisfied with Ling Tian's rash attack. The memory of the Demon Lord was useless to others, but it was a peerless treasure to him. If Shuiyue Mirror's playback was really interrupted, then his own biography would be The wish will come true.

Therefore, he fully supported Han Youjin's efforts to stop him. However, as a smooth and sophisticated person, Old Man Ge also knew that Ling Tian, ​​as the leader of the alliance, also wanted to save face. In order to avoid greater conflicts, he Step forward to comfort Ling Tian.

"Forget it, Leader Ling, you can't beat her. If you continue to fight, you will be beaten to death. Give me some face and stop making trouble."

"?"

Ling Tian looked aggrieved and glared at Old Man Ge, "You old boy is very good at comforting people. Don't do it next time."

However, it is better to have steps to go down than no steps at all. Ling Tian snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Han Youjin glanced at everyone present and said coldly:

"If anyone dares to make random moves again and disturb me from looking at the Shuiyue Mirror, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Everyone was silent and did not dare to speak out to object.

Even Ling Tian couldn't get any benefit from her, and they didn't have the courage to challenge the majesty of a Mahayana monk.

Seeing that no one said anything, Han Youjin put away his pressure and looked at Shuiyue Jing.

Sad things from the past came to mind, and the memory of her aunt's death made her even more sad.

However, the original savior was about to appear soon, and she wanted to know who this person was.

……

Inside the mirror.

"Auntie, wake up, get up quickly."

The crying Han Youjin looked at her aunt who was still warm, looking helpless and desperate.

She has been experiencing misfortune since the moment she was born.

My mother died young and my father is unknown.

He was frail and sickly when he was young. Thanks to his aunt working hard for him, he didn't become an orphan.

It can be said that she was raised by her aunt through hard work.

One day, my aunt suddenly excitedly told herself that her father was Han Jinlun, the Emperor of Daqi, and she herself was the illegitimate daughter of this supreme emperor.

The father who had never seen her before sent someone to tell her that when she returned to Daqi, she would be officially canonized as the Princess of Daqi.

The aunt told Han Youjin that this was the status she deserved. As a princess, she could have everything.

Han Youjin had never dreamed of being a princess. She thought that she would go wherever her aunt went and do whatever her aunt said.

In this way, she followed her aunt on the road back to the capital of Daqi.

However, he never expected that he would be assassinated by gangsters before he returned to the capital, and that his aunt, who was better than her mother, would die tragically in front of her in order to protect herself.

At this moment, Han Youjin didn't want to go back to Daqi or become a princess of Daqi. She just wanted her aunt who loved her and cherished her not to die.

"Auntie, I won't be a princess anymore and I won't return to Daqi. Don't die. Youjin is so scared."

"Woo~"

In the empty night, the atmosphere is extremely fierce.

No one answered the girl's helpless calls.

She is like a helpless and weak lamb without the protection of its mother, quietly waiting for the beast to eat.

Here, three unidentified people with malicious intentions surrounded Han Youjin.

"Your Highness, don't blame me for being cruel. If you do, blame me for being of royal blood."

Facing Han Youjin's heartbreaking cries, the old man in red robe remained unmoved, his face extremely cold. He raised his withered palm, and a ball of red light condensed in his palm, aiming at Han Youjin, and he was about to shoot it out. .

call out!

At this moment, a sound cut through the air was heard.

The old man in red robe felt a great sense of crisis in his heart, and the aura of death came quietly.

"No, there's a sneak attack!"

He couldn't do any other reaction, and his body instinctively rolled back without thinking.

There was a bang.

A small crater was blasted out where he was standing by a sword energy that didn't know where it came from, and the aroused soil was scattered everywhere.

Looking at the small pit, the face of the red-robed old man who retreated to a distance changed, and cold sweat started to flow from his forehead.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and hesitated a little. If this blow had hit him, he would have been disabled or dead.

It seems that the person who attacked is not only insidious, but also a person whose cultivation level is not inferior to the three of them. What's more, this person has never shown up. The red-robed old man's face was solemn. He took out an umbrella-shaped thing in front of him to protect him and said loudly. : "Be careful."

There was no need for the red-robed old man to remind him that the other two had already taken defensive postures the moment they saw him being attacked.

Han Youjin was also frightened by the sudden change and stopped crying. However, seeing the three of them facing a formidable enemy, he knew that someone was secretly protecting him, so he raised his head and looked around.

However, there is nothing here except the noisy wind and heavy trees at night. The scene is quiet and weird.

After a while, after the man missed a hit, he stopped taking action.

But the red-robed old man knew in his heart that this stalemate was only temporary. The person who made the sneak attack must have lurked after missing the first blow. Once he found a flaw, he would definitely strike again.

His expression became more and more gloomy, and he said: "How can a rat who hides and dare not see people, but is not a man, have the guts to come out and fight to the death with this old man?"

call out!

No one around him answered, and the only response he received was a sword light flying out of nowhere.

"Be careful!" the other two shouted.

snort!

The red-robed old man snorted coldly. He was well prepared and immediately opened the umbrella-like thing. He poured in the spiritual energy in his hand and saw the umbrella shining brightly, easily blocking the sword light.

Zheng!

At this moment, the sounds of swords came one after another, but they were not directed at him.

The old man in red robe suddenly felt something bad, his face changed drastically, he turned around and shouted: "Third brother, watch your back!"

Before he finished speaking, a small purple sword quietly appeared behind another person at an extremely fast speed. The person was just stunned for a moment, and the small sword pierced his forehead, bringing up a mist of blood. He even screamed pitifully. He died by the sword without even making a sound.

The small purple sword succeeded in one strike and disappeared into the darkness.

It was so fast that everyone present had no time to react.

"The third one!"

The red-robed old man looked at the limp and fallen corpse, his fingers cracking, and he could do nothing but be angry.

This person was too cunning. He used the method of making false claims in the east and attacking in the west to kill the weakest among them. And with the ability to kill with one fatal blow in the later stages of the Foundation Establishment Stage, this person's strength must be above that of the Core Formation Stage.

The red-robed old man's face was shocked and angry. He had no time to feel sad, and he already wanted to retreat.

The enemy is hiding and hiding, and sooner or later they will be defeated one by one. This is already a disadvantage. If the monks in the city also see that something is wrong and come to help, they have no chance of winning, so it is better to leave as soon as possible.

Immediately, the red-robed old man glanced at the remaining person. The latter understood, picked up the body of the third child, ducked a few times, and escaped a certain distance under the cover of the red-robed old man.

As the red-robed old man flew away, he turned around and threw a black lump the size of a fist towards Han Youjin, who was looking around blankly.

Even when he escaped, he never forgot the goal of completing the assassination.

If it hadn't been for her, how could his third brother have died here!

The red-robed old man's eyes were full of hatred, and he detonated the black lump. He didn't believe that something that even he was afraid of could not kill this bastard!

But Han Youjin only saw a flash of light in front of his eyes, his brain had stopped functioning, and he was stunned on the spot, knowing that death had come.