Lord, he's not dead yet

A few hundred miles away from Qingqiu, there is no grass, and as far as the eye can see, there is a desolate desert

The sky seems to be split, the sky is bright and the clouds are clear in the distance, but the day is dark here, a drowsy and chaotic scene

Yan Xiao rubbed his eyes, lying in Yiyou's arms, and asked in a daze, "Yiyou, where is this?"

"Qingqiu", Yiyou said, "It turned out to be a blessed place of cave heaven"

The shrill sound of the wind in the mist and mist is like a cry of gods and ghosts rolling in the rough sand, blocking Yiyou's body completely by an invisible barrier

Yiyou stopped and stood a step away from Qingqiu's boundary, his face became serious

Soul lock array!

Someone set up a soul-locking formation in Qingqiu, trapping the souls of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan

No wonder the souls of the nine-tailed fox family have not dissipated for 1 years

The souls of spirit beasts are hard to disperse, or the whole clan died tragically, and the resentment gathers in Qingqiu for many years, nourishing the souls and breeding fierce ghosts

just

Who set up the formation?

He asked Qiong Jie why he first chose the Qingqiu Fox Clan as his target

Is it because the natural spirit beasts of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan grow the fastest when killed?Or do you have a grudge with Qingqiu?

He remembered that Qiong Jie opened the dust-free fan, closed it, and opened it again. After repeating it many times, he said that he was sorry for Qingqiu. He wanted to say something at that time, but he didn't say anything in the end.

The scene at that time is vivid, and Yi You is convinced that what Qiong Jie said is the truth

not poor

Who is that?

He looked inward with dark eyes, countless nine-tailed foxes bared their teeth at him, each with a vicious face, the huge nine fox tails with clear outlines swayed behind him, countless eyes stared at Yiyou, scratching with sharp claws Seeing this barrier, I can't wait to tear him apart and swallow him alive

The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan has the most gentle temperament, and the whole clan has nothing to do with the world. It is neither a friend of the Demon Realm nor a companion of the Immortal Realm.

Who has such a big enmity with the Qingqiu Fox Clan?Let them be unable to break free, and can only consciously and slowly become ghosts in grief, resentment and unwillingness

He put Yan Xiao down, touched his head and said to him, "Wait here for a while with your eyes closed."

Yan smiled obediently and closed his eyes

A pitch-black long sword appeared in Yiyou's hand, and the part of the hilt that was not covered by the Kunwu stone showed crimson red. Kunwu trembled slightly and let out a high-pitched sword cry

"It's been a long time, do you still remember the last time Tu Yinsi Ghost Domain?"

With an excited smile on the corner of his lips, he raised his sword and stepped into Qingqiu

Nine-tailed foxes swarmed up immediately, drowning Yiyou

after a long time

His face was pale, with a dark red blood stain hanging from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Yan Xiao with bright golden eyes, "Come here"

Yiyou stood there tall and straight, alone but majestic, the black robe on his body was intact, the silver lines on it gradually disappeared, and it returned to the plain black robe of the past, Kunwu's long sword pierced straight on the ground in front of him

He looked down at the person who came to him, "Didn't I tell you to close your eyes?"

"I won't be able to see you, I'll be scared." Yan Xiao raised his face and hugged him

Yiyou smiled and pinched the back of his neck, making Yan Xiao look at Kunwu, "Hey, hold it", he coaxed gently

"It will hurt a lot." The thin blades on both sides of Kunwu are sharp and visible

"Maybe, I haven't tried it," Yiyou said with a smile, "You try it?"

He spread the sticky palms covered by Yan Xiao, and kept approaching Kunwu with his warm and soft hands. His cold, hard palms pushed Yan Xiao forward, "If it hurts, I'll show you."

The moment the sharp blade cut through the flesh and blood, strands of black mist instantly wrapped around Yan Xiao's entire arm, and the pain that should have been felt disappeared.

"Does it hurt?" Yiyou asked with a smile

After a while, Yiyou held his wrist and moved away.

Yan Xiao spread out his palms, there was no blood or scars, he watched Yiyou squat down and hold the long sword as he did just now

The bright red blood overflowed violently from between his fingers, the blood meandered on the pale, and finally dripped on the ground along Kunwu's sword

gradually

With Kunwu as the center, a huge circular blood formation emerged

Yan Xiao opened his arms and hugged him as much as possible, snuggling and protecting him to keep him warm

When the blood array takes shape, the gust of wind blows

Countless black shadows were drawn into the wind amidst the mournful and gloomy wailing, and the wind became chaotic black Qiqi gathered in the Kunwu sword at the eye of the array

They have hideous faces, and their sharp four claws refuse to go in, staring angrily at the person who lied to them

finally

no one can escape

After the wind dies down, the sky over Qingqiu is still dark gray

"Did you trap them inside?" Yan Xiao asked

Yiyou said, "Well, under the guise of your blood, I used my blood as a formation to lock them up, we..."

Rumbling--

The rolling thunder interrupted Yiyou's unfinished words

Boom!Rumble——

He helped Kun Wu to stand up, looked up at Lei Jie who was about to kill him, and after a long silence, he sneered, and when he lowered his head again, Yan Xiao in front of him was tearful

"You're going to die," Yan Xiao cried and said

"You can't say something good." Yiyou pinched his face and pulled it out with great force. Yan Xiao cried even more fiercely, tears dripping on the ground like a broken thread

"How can you cry so much?" Yiyou fiddled with his eyelashes that were stuck together

His eyes were deep and dark, his voice was very soft, and he said with certainty, "I will not die"

In order to survive, he spent 1 years piecing together his scattered souls. During these 1 years, he endured the pain of tearing his soul apart every day.

at last

He waited until Yan Xiao

His soul is a little better now, and his cultivation has finally recovered [-] to [-]% of what it used to be

he can't bear to die

"Estimated to be a long time, you sit on the ground and wait for me a little longer." The roar of thunder in his ears mixed with Yan Xiao's mournful cry, "Buried his head between his legs, and the thunder kept banging his eyes. , and you are not allowed to look up, or I really don’t want you.”

His voice was so soft that it was unreasonable, and his threats sounded affectionate