The humble villain

"Unless you can find a rare item from heaven and earth to rebuild its bones and regenerate its spirit veins."

“This hope is equivalent to nothing.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man with tiger eyes left resolutely without even looking back.

These words were like a huge hammer, hitting Yanhong's heart hard, causing her to collapse to the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

The five elements spiritual fruits that can improve spiritual veins are already extremely rare, not to mention the wonders of heaven and earth that can reshape spiritual veins.

Even if it really exists, how could Yanhong get such a treasure?

The words of the tiger-eyed old man undoubtedly sentenced Mo Xuan to death.

I don't know how much time has passed. Yanhong hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face. Then she put on a smile and walked slowly into the house.

He was seen sitting beside the bed, picking up the bowl of medicine and carefully feeding it into Mo Xuan's mouth.

Mo Xuan turned his head slightly and dodged.

Mo Xuan heard clearly the conversation between the two just now.

Since there is no hope of recovery from this injury, what is the point of taking this medicine or not?

At this moment, Mo Xuan's eyes were dead silent, and he said to Yan Hong:

"Junior sister, please go back and rest first! I want to be alone for a while."

Mo Xuan's words froze Yanhong's raised hand in place. But it recovered after a moment, and then said with a smile:

"Then you take a rest first, Senior Brother. I will leave first."

Then he stood up and walked out of the house.

Yanhong seemed nonchalant, but she had already made up her mind.

She must cure Mo Xuan at any cost. At this moment, a crazy idea quietly spread from Yanhong's heart.

Since leaving that day, Yanhong hasn't come to see Mo Xuan for many days.

Mo Xuan looked at the familiar furnishings in the house.

I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh in my heart.

But right now!

"Boom~~~~~~"

There was a loud bang, and Mo Xuan's door was instantly smashed into pieces.

Then, a figure in a pink dress appeared. This person was Yanhong.

I wonder what happened to Yanhong?

At this moment, she was covered in blood, with wounds all over her body.

Before Mo Xuan could ask, he saw several terrifying auras rising outside the house and rushing towards Mo Xuan's house.

At the same time, an angry voice appeared from the horizon.

"Yanhong, you are so brave! How dare you steal the spirit of Wanbing."

"Just surrender quickly."

Mo Xuan was shocked when he heard this. He never thought that Yan Hong would be so bold as to steal the treasures in the valley.

He hurriedly urged:

"Junior sister, please return the spirit of Wanbing quickly, or Master will not be able to protect you."

Yanhong just smiled and said something.

"Brother, there is no time to explain. Please refine this quickly. It may help you recover from your injuries."

Before he finished speaking, Yanhong took out the Ten Thousand Soldiers Spirit from her storage ring and immediately shot it into Mo Xuan's body.

It was a gray gas that was almost tangible, and its shapes kept changing.

Sometimes it is like a sword or a spear, sometimes like a sword or a halberd, sometimes like an axe, and sometimes like a hook or fork.

All kinds of weapons evolved from it.

It does not have a fixed form, but has a common characteristic.

That is the endless murderous aura.

At the moment when Wanbing Jinghun appeared, even Yanhong was protected by the Valley Master's token.

However, the sharp energy generated by the weapon still cut her and made her bleed profusely.

"Ah~~~~~~"

As the spirit of Wanbing entered his body, Mo Xuan couldn't stop letting out one miserably loud scream after another.

At this moment, Mo Xuan felt as if he was being stabbed by thousands of blades. The sharp aura in the spirit of ten thousand soldiers kept strangling his flesh and blood.

In just a moment, Mo Xuan's entire body turned into a bloody man.

He lay on the bed, twisting, struggling and wailing.

Yanhong encouraged with a worried look on her face:

"Hold on, you will definitely recover, brother."

Almost at the same time when Wanbing's spirit entered his body, the old man with tiger eyes rushed into the house and happened to see this scene.

He was really furious at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and seemed to be spewing flames.

Then he attacked angrily, sending out a stream of energy that bound Yanhong tightly. He cursed:

"You rebellious girl! Do you know how much danger your actions will bring to the valley?"

"Yanhong, you really disappoint me."

The spirit of ten thousand soldiers was originally stored in a secret room, which contained countless attack formations. Even if a person of the supernatural power realm entered, he would be strangled instantly.

He never thought that Yanhong would dare to steal his token and steal the spirit of Ten Thousand Soldiers.

The moment the spirit of the Ten Thousand Soldiers left the secret room, the old man with tiger eyes sensed it and hurried back to the valley, but he was still a step too late.

The spirits of ten thousand soldiers are of great significance to the Divine Weapon Valley.

It is not simply a wonder of heaven and earth.

Whether it is the later stage practice of the Divine Weapon Hundred Refining Techniques, or some mountain protection formations in the valley, the assistance of Ten Thousand Soldiers' Essence is required.

Yanhong's move can be said to have directly cut off the roots of the Divine Weapon Valley.

At this moment, several elders from the back also rushed over.

As soon as they entered the room, they discovered that Mo Xuan had already begun refining the spirit of Ten Thousand Soldiers.

Then a series of vicious glances fell on Yanhong.

A short-haired elder stepped forward and said:

"Valley Master Yanhong's actions have undoubtedly ruined the future of our Divine Weapon Valley."

"For such a serious crime, execution is not enough to appease the people's anger."

Another old woman also spoke viciously:

"Humph!!!! Even if I kill her a thousand times, it won't be too much for such a heinous crime."

"Master, please don't be soft-hearted. Make a decision as soon as possible!"

Then, all the elders took a step forward and urged with ferocious expressions:

"Let's do it! Valley Master."

Their gazes were like knives, and they wished to cut Yanhong into pieces.

Even though the old man with tiger eyes was extremely reluctant, he knew that Yanhong would definitely die today. After committing such a serious crime, there was absolutely no reason for her to live.

If he dared to protect Yanhong, he would be attacked by everyone even if he was the Valley Master.

Then the old man with tiger eyes looked at Yanhong with a struggling expression and asked:

"Hong'er, do you have anything else to say to your father?"

“Dong~~~~~”

There was a loud thud, and Yanhong's head hit the ground heavily.

When he raised his head again, his forehead was covered in blood. Then he smiled and said to the old man with tiger eyes:

"I am an unfilial daughter! I am ashamed of my father's kindness in raising me."

"When I decided to do this, I knew I would die."

"But I don't regret it. This matter has nothing to do with my brother. I hope this matter can end with Yanhong's death."

"Please do it, father!!!"

After saying this, Yanhong smiled and closed her eyes.

At this moment, the old man with tiger eyes felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife, and two lines of tears flowed down involuntarily.

He is not only Yanhong's father and Mo Xuan's master, but also Yanfengtang, the master of Shenbing Valley.

"It's my fault that I didn't fulfill my fatherly responsibilities and spoiled you!

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Fengtang slowly raised his right hand. Countless heaven and earth energy gathered madly towards his palm, ready to strike down with one palm.

Suddenly a voice sounded.

"Master, please don't kill my junior sister, since I have refined the spirit of Ten Thousand Soldiers."

"Then Mo Xuan will be the Spirit of Ten Thousand Soldiers of the Divine Weapon Valley from now on."

The one who said this was Mo Xuan, who had turned into a bloody man. Mo Xuan endured the pain in his body and said hoarsely:

Upon hearing this, Yan Fengtang quickly stopped his attack.

If he could, he naturally didn't want to kill Yanhong. As a human being, who doesn't have some selfish thoughts?

Then he turned around and asked the elders for their opinions.

The elders did not expect that Mo Xuan could still speak in this situation.

I was shocked. After all, the spirit of Wan Bing had already entered my body. Maybe there would be a miracle?

Although I don't have any hope, I can't push it too much.

So they all spoke up:

"The Valley Master can make the decision on this matter."

Yan Fengtang pretended to think about it, then said:

"Okay! Since this matter has been settled, let's see if Mo Xuan can refine the spirit of ten thousand soldiers."

"Let's make a decision!"