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Wen Xia's Adam's apple rolled, and after stopping in place for a while, she was about to walk towards Jun Lingchen.

Just at this time, a loud shout suddenly sounded outside the cave: "Mingqiu Shaojun Wen Yang is here!"

Jun Ling frowned deeply, and stretched out her hand that had stopped in mid-air towards Wen Xia, "Come here."

Wen Xia stopped when she heard the shout outside the cave.

"Wen Yang!" Jun Ling raised his voice slightly, "Come here!"

Wen Xia was silent for a while, and said, "I'll go out for a while." He turned around and walked out of the cave.

"Wen Xia, you are not allowed to come out of the cave!"

Wen Xia didn't respond at all, Jun Ling's deep cry kept ringing in the cave, but he counted them all behind his back without turning his head.

A little light in front continued to expand, Wen Xia walked out of the cave, and saw a delicate-looking man in purple clothes standing outside the cave, with an unclear expression on his face.He was also holding a person in the same purple shirt in his arms, his head was buried in the former's chest, his face was not clear.

Wen Xia asked, "Are you here to kill me, or to be killed by me?"

The man in purple said: "Neither of them."

With a splitting headache and signs of recurrence, Wen Xia rubbed the center of her brows, "...then why are you here?"

The man in purple paused for a few breaths, and suddenly put the person in his arms on the ground lightly, and said: "Before he died, he said he wanted to see his brother, so I brought him here."

Wen Xia's eyes froze, and his eyes slowly moved down, falling on the person lying flat on the ground.

This person has a face that is almost exactly the same as his. The only difference is a small red mole on the left side of the eyebrow.

Yun Yao closed his eyes, his lips were pale, and his face could be called calm.The chest is also like the expression on the face, calm and without ups and downs.

"Brother." Yun Yao's voice and smile seemed to be still in front of his eyes at this moment, "I am your younger brother, I am brother Yaoyao!"

Blood mist welled up on the curtains of his eyes, and the sultry air kept leaking from his eyes.

"Go away!" Wen Xia flicked his sleeves, and with invisible energy, he forced the man in purple back several feet, and crashed into the bushes in the forest.

"Brother, why didn't you come to find me?" Yun Yao's voice echoed in Wen Xia'er's ear, "Brother, brother... Yaoyao is very obedient and has been waiting for my brother to come to me. Why don't you come, brother?"

"Why didn't you come to me?"

"Brother, I'm your younger brother, brother, why don't you come? Why don't you come?"

Wen Xia made fists with his hands, and the few traces of clarity that remained were shattered into fragments under this questioning.

The inner demon has been born, and it is difficult to recover.

"Young Master Mingqiu can see clearly, is this man your younger brother?" The man in purple walked back from the forest and asked aloud.

Wen Xia stayed in place for a while, then suddenly squatted down and hugged Yun Yao into his arms, without saying a word for a long time.

He said nothing, and neither did the man in purple, standing in front of him silently.

After a while, Wen Xiaer asked calmly, "Who did it?"

Hearing this, the man in purple clothes said, "I picked him up from the Xianxiu in Huangji Mountain. They said that this man is your younger brother, and he must be a ruthless devil, so a group of people besieged him alone." He paused. After a while, he continued, "Let him die from exhaustion."

"Huangji Mountain..." Wen Xia read these words with unfocused eyes, gently put Yun Yao down from his arms, took off his outer robe and covered Yun Yao, then stood up and disappeared quickly At the entrance of the cave, head towards the direction of Huangji Mountain.

The sky is gloomy, and the wind and rain are about to come.Huangji Mountain is steep, and a steep and straight mountain road leads to the top of the mountain. The mountain is quiet, and no birds and insects are heard. Occasionally, the wind blows by, and the rustling of the leaves is heard.

A black figure stood halfway up the mountain, and it happened to stop in the middle of the mountain road, blocking the narrow path through the mountain.

Wen Xia came from the foot of the mountain, and saw that figure from a distance, but as if she didn't see it, she passed him straight away.

A sword still in its sheath stood in front of him, Lang Chan said, "Ah Yang."

Wen Xia'er suddenly seized Lang Chan's hand holding the sword, and the sword was immediately unsheathed.

"I don't want to fight with you." Lang Chan said word for word, "I never want to."

Wen Xia glanced at the sword, let go of it, "Get out of the way."

Lang Chan was silent for a long time, and took back the sword as he said.

Wen Xia'er strayed to walk up the mountain, but Lang Chan suddenly grabbed his arm, "Follow me."

Wen Xia's face remained calm.

Seeing this, Lang Chan said: "The top of the mountain is thousands of monks who want to kill you, and the bottom of the mountain is the Yinchuan River that bites the bones and swallows the soul!" He tightened his strength, "Do you want to go again?"

"Ah Yang, don't you want to live anymore?"

After Wen Xia heard this, it was rare for a little clarity to emerge in his muddled mind, and all the things that had happened before appeared one after another before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Cities are destroyed and families are destroyed, friends betray relatives, love becomes enemies.

"no need."

He withdrew his arm and went up the mountain alone.

Lang Chan stood on the spot, closed his eyes and said nothing.

On the top of the barren mountain, thousands of monks are waiting in battle.

Wen Xia walked smoothly, and when her figure appeared in their field of vision, it was as if they had seen an evil spirit, their stern expressions showed flaws one after another, panicked, dignified and uneasy.

The wind was blowing on the top of the barren mountain, and his temple hair was blowing to his eyes, blocking his vision a little.

Wen Xia took a step forward, and the monks all took a step back.

"Wen Yang! That day when we let the tiger go back to the mountain on the righteous way, this gave you an opportunity to kill hundreds of thousands of my righteous comrades! Today I want you to pay with blood, and use your life to comfort the innocent souls who died tragically!"

"Wen Yang, I can't keep you anymore today!"

Immortal cultivators swarmed from all directions, Wen Xia stood still, a blood-colored crack suddenly gushed out from his forehead, and the karma-ridden Yin Qi broke through, rushing out of the crack.

There was a red light beneath him, and a ghostly figure scurried out between the light and shadows. After capturing the monk, he never let go, blood spattered everywhere, and roared endlessly.The scene in Mingqiu City seemed to reappear that day.

However, the group of monks had no intention of retreating after seeing this, as if they had already expected the situation at this moment.I saw that the monks who had not yet had time to be entangled by the shadow of the evil spirit took off the kits from their waists, bypassed the shadow of the evil spirits in groups and flew to the sky above the spirit killing array, and threw the things in the kits to the people in the formation Throw away!

Wen Xia raised her head, and saw purple petals falling from the sky, and the fragrance was overflowing, like a purple curtain flying in the air, showing a bit of poignancy and desolation in this scene of bloody bloodshed.

His mind in controlling the formation tightened, the runes of the spirit extermination formation instantly became a little lighter, and the shadow of the evil spirit also became a little lighter.

"Everyone, throw out all the tails at your waist!" Someone saw the clue and shouted: "Wen Yang has no power to control the formation!"

After hearing the words, everyone opened their bag of kits one after another, and Yufeng rolled out Suowei and sprinkled it on Wen Xia'er.

Wen Xia's fortune talisman, the water soared from the void, wet the scattered tails, and fell to the ground.

Although this plan didn't work as the monks intended, it temporarily blocked Wen Xia'er's spirit extermination formation, and they didn't panic when they were all resisted by the other party. the devil.

The cracked blood lines on Wen Xia's forehead became more intense, the yin energy in his whole body intensified, the spirit-killing array under his feet spread several times, and the ghostly shadow screamed sharply.

Suanwei Youxiang was buried by the bloody aura in a short while, a sword intent struck from behind him, Wen Xia interrupted it with a flick of his sleeve, the sword intent fell into the air and hit a side rock, which turned into powder in an instant with a bang.

Lang Chan pointed his sword at the ground, and behind him stood a group of disciples from Yingtianchang Palace.He slammed a few words across the crowd: "Catch Shaojun Mingqiu alive."

At the end of the sound, he raised his sword and passed through the crowd to the front of the formation. All the ghostly shadows that entangled him were cut off by the sword, making it difficult to get close to him.

Lang Chan glanced across the remaining flowers on the ground, and there was some unspeakable meaning in his eyes.Several red talismans flew out of the formation and directly attacked him, Lang Chan held his sword in his backhand to block them, and at the same time he used several sword tactics to attack the people in the formation.

Wen Xia retreated to dodge, and the disciple of Ying Tianchang Palace took advantage of the situation behind Lang Chan to throw the flying sword, and the shadows of evil spirits in the formation soared, and the red light of the blood shadows was abnormally dazzling.Dozens of swords were snapped in mid-air, and Lang Chan stood in the front. He raised and lowered the sword very fast, but the wounds were still bitten by the remaining ghosts.

A rain of arrows that covered the sky suddenly shot from above, Wen Xia was about to control the gilt fire to block, and there was a sharp pain in his forehead, his movements froze, and his vision became hazy with blood mist, people and things were blurred. All turned into a shadow.

At this time, a gust of breeze passed in front of him, and for a moment it seemed to blow away the bloody aura on his body.

The expected pain of thousands of arrows piercing the body did not come one after another. Wen Xia'er lowered her head slightly while covering one eye, her eyesight deteriorated, and the voice in her ears became far away.

The breeze didn't stop, it kept wrapping around his body.

Standing there, Wen Xia'er was a little lost in thought, and could vaguely smell the fragrance of cold plums from the wind. He raised his head in a daze, and his vision was clear and dazed for a while.

Someone was shouting, he tried his best to listen, and vaguely heard the word "jun".Wen Xia didn't think about it and immediately closed the spirit-killing array, and the shadow of the evil spirit who was biting at the heart disappeared without a trace the next moment.

Without the Spirit Extinguishing Formation, Young Master Mingqiu was no longer that fearsome evil ghost.

Wen Xia felt that the direction of the wind around him had changed, and he vaguely saw a silhouette standing in front of him. He squinted his eyes, but his vision was still on and off, and he could only see a bloody figure.Wen Xia was about to speak, but could faintly hear the sound of weapons clashing around her.

He listened intently, a sudden sound of breaking wind was extremely ear-piercing amidst the sound of weapons, he froze for a moment, then suddenly jumped up and stretched out his hand to pull away the person standing in front of him, the next moment, his chest was pierced by a sharp blade, Attacks from all directions came from the air like a raging tide.

The blood mist in Wen Xia's eyes gradually faded away, and the blood in her body seemed to flow out of the hole in her chest at this moment, and she no longer felt the pain.

He looked up and saw Lang Chan standing in front of him, behind him were thousands of monks with murderous intent, and Lang Chan was holding the other end of the long sword that pierced his chest.

"Ah Yang..." Lang Chan looked at Wen Xiaer in a daze, seemingly in disbelief.

The sound of sand and stones falling from the cliff behind him resounded one after another, but Wen Xia'er acted as if he hadn't heard it, and drew out the long sword from his chest, breaking it off with his bare hands.He glanced slightly sideways at the man standing on one side, his white shirt was stained with blood and dust, he was in a state of embarrassment.

There is silence everywhere, except for the Liuque in this man's hand, which keeps screaming, like weeping blood, wailing and mourning.

Wen Xia smiled, the ground under his feet collapsed, sand and stones flew and scattered, and he fell into the cliff.

Gray fog, murmuring water.

He closed his eyes, and his body fell into the pitch-black Yin River. The countless resentful spirits hidden in the river immediately surged up, and devoured the crimson-clothed figure completely.

A golden hairpin sank to the bottom of a dark river, and the mud buried its luster.

Few pasts, few remnants of life, all scattered.

This avenue of ups and downs is no longer heard of.

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