Kowloon pull coffin

Chapter 172

When I woke up again, I smelled a strong smell of blood before opening my eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I found that Yanhua was sitting at the table in the military tent with her back facing me, carefully and conscientiously wiping her demon-suppressing knife.

The black heavy armor was covered with blood, and the blood was still wet on the Demon Suppressing Saber, obviously just returned from the battlefield.

I was about to say hello to her, but I saw someone lift the curtain of the military tent, and Jian Jia came in from the outside.

"Get out." Yanhua said without raising her eyebrows, her voice was indifferent.

"I know you want to save face, so I never take the initiative to find him. He has been in a coma for two days, can't I even see him once?"

"I don't allow it."

"I'm not going. I want to know what happened to him."

"Do you want to die?" Yanhua's tone was full of murderous intent, and the murderous aura began to spread in the military tent.

"Unless you really kill me, I must see him today!" Jian Jia said firmly.

The sword was so tense, I quickly got up and got out of bed.

Like Yanhua, Jian Jia is also blood-stained Taoist robe, looking sleepy and tired, but looking at me is full of concern.

"Jian Jia, I'm fine." I said.

"It's fine, I'm leaving first." After Jian Jia finished speaking, she took a deep look at me, turned and left the military tent.

"You shouldn't be so indifferent to her." I said to Yan Hua after Jian Jia left.

"Do you want me to tell her that your three souls are separated, your seven souls are gone, and your consciousness is missing?" Yanhua said coldly.

It was only later that I found out that about my experience of losing my soul this time, Yanhua had kept everyone from it, even Jiang Xueyang was not allowed to come in to visit me.

I only told people that my spiritual sense was damaged during the decisive battle between Tianchi and the hidden world sect, so I can just cultivate for a while.

The news of my death in Kongming Mountain was a great blow to the disciples of the Demonic Dao. At present, the enemy chose to conceal it and chose to bear the pain alone.

Looking at her face that pretends to be strong but extremely haggard, I want to hold her tightly in my arms.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I took a step, she pressed the demon-suppressing knife to my throat.

"Xie Lan, I told you that if I die, I must die first!" Yan Hua said coldly.

"It won't happen again." I looked at her seriously and said.

Now I understand that sometimes silence hurts more than goodbye.

I don't want to be as sad as Daozu, hurting Po Jun and Empress Jiuyou at the same time.Po Jun mentioned Xiayin Division for him, and Empress Jiuyou jumped down the Wangchuan River for him. Their pain was not only because of the death of the ancestor of the Demon Dao, but also because of his silence.

"It's best if you understand!" After saying that, Yan Hua retracted the knife.

After the killing intent receded, the tenderness struck her overwhelmingly, and big tears welled up in her black and white eyes.

I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms, hugged her tightly, kissed her face, and dried the tears on her face.

We kissed passionately, and the passion was like a tide that never retreated...

It wasn't until A Li learned from Jian Jia that I had woken up and came in to see me that he interrupted the lingering relationship between me and Xi Hua.

"Ah, I didn't mean it!" A Li ran out of the room covering his face after speaking.

As soon as she left, Yan Hua immediately broke free from my arms.

Looking up to the sky and sighing, with a sad face, he said quietly: "Xie Lan, now I have been hurt by you."

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"The fame of Po Jun I was ruined in one fell swoop."

"..."

I told you all about the experience of the trip to the underworld and what happened to the patriarch of the demon way.

He Hua has the memory of Po Jun, and he was very sad when he heard me tell the reason why the master of magic way went to the Yin Division to attend the appointment, because Po Jun raised his sword and went to the Yin Division for this purpose.

"Emperor Jiuyou jumped down the Wangchuan River for the patriarch of the Demon Dao, and used her deepest affection to break the army and protect the Dharma God." I said at the end.

"So what you mean is that the Patriarch of Demon Dao should marry both of them, right?" Yanhua asked.

Just as I was about to nod, I suddenly became aware of the murderous intent in her eyes, and remembered that night of sharpening the knife.Quickly changed the topic and asked about the battle of wild immortals.

This decisive battle lasted for two days and one night, and a total of 5000 demon disciples died in the battle, of which [-] were the army of dead souls under the command of Yanhua, which can be described as heavy casualties.

If it wasn't for Jiang Xueyang's formation, there would be more deaths and injuries among the demon disciples.

"What about you? Are you burning your soul to join the battle again?" I asked.

"No, my injury is mainly in the physical body, not insufficiency of spiritual thoughts."

"I don't believe it, just show me."

As I said that, I wanted to remove her armor, but Yuhua blushed but did not refuse.

If you compare Yanhua to a piece of pure white porcelain, now this piece of porcelain is covered with cracks.

Her body, which had already been bombarded by the Thunder Pillar of the Purple Mansion, was shattered into pieces, and she fought with her wounds all relying on her tenacious will.

Let alone the war, these injuries are unbearable pain even when walking and talking normally, but Yuhua has been gritting her teeth and struggling.

The fragility of the unarmored Yuhua makes people feel distressed, and it is even more difficult to hide the strong tiredness between the brows after relaxing.

After she closed her eyes and fell asleep, I covered her with the quilt and walked out of the military tent.

It is midnight now, and the barracks after the great battle is exceptionally quiet.

Once the success is complete, all bones will die, and the evil way will reappear. In the future, there will be even more tragic and bloody battles, and more people will die.

Not everyone can bear the weight of the soul-calling banner.

Jiang Xueyang's military tent was still lit, and Guying sat in front of the case.As soon as I walked to the door, I heard her calling my name inside.

Yuhua once bald her head, which made me very sad, but I never noticed that Jiang Xueyang's temples also had a few traces of silver.

Tao does not say longevity, as long as you want, you can stay young forever at any time.The appearance can remain unchanged, but what about the hard work that wasted?
Yanhua stubbornly kept her white hair, saying that white hair is the king's birth, and she wanted me to remember her dedication.

Who is Jiang Xueyang's silvery sideburns for?
"What's going on with you this time?" Jiang Xueyang stood up and asked.

"you know?"

"The three souls are gone, and the seven souls are gone. If I can't even sense this, I'm not qualified to be your master."

"I was detained by Empress Nine Nether and sent to Yin Division."

After listening to my story, Jiang Xueyang was silent for a long time.

"Last time, it was Jian Jia who gave you the devil's heart. This time, Empress Jiuyou reunited the soul for you. What about next time?" Jiang Xueyang asked.

"No next time," I said.

"Okay, remember what you said today. There is hope only if you are alive. If you die, it is not only Yuhua who is sad for you, but also the whole Demon Dao."

Next, I learned the details of this battle of wild immortals from Jiang Xueyang.

This time, Yexian really dispatched the whole army, a hundred thousand troops came to attack my magic camp.

Jiang Xueyang's wind array and Aofeng's dragon coercion, the double suppression still couldn't stop the killing force of the [-] army.

Fortunately, Yuhua joined the battle in time, released the ten thousand ghosts gathered in the flags on all sides, and barely stabilized the formation after releasing the ghostly energy.

Liu Rushi, Uncle Huang, the new leader of Fox Immortal, leader of Fuxian, leader of Changxian, Grandma Gray and other wild immortals have made breakthroughs in the past three years, and their strengths have all been promoted to half-step Tianzun.

Among them, Liu Rushi is the most frightening. She is a thousand-year-old spirit snake who attained enlightenment, and now she has faint signs of transforming into a dragon. In this decisive battle, she even showed the coercion of a dragon.

"What about Aohan?"

"Half of the casualties of the five thousand disciples of the Demonic Dao were caused by Aohan."

Jiang Xueyang said that Aohan's demon god art is supernatural, and the art of extreme transformation can manifest the animal body of any kind of wild fairy.

The most important thing is that the Yaoshen Jue can freely transform the breath of spiritual thoughts, making it impossible for Ali to lock on the location of his true self.

Even if it is locked, the Demon Deterrence Underworld Armor can withstand Ali's arrows.

Yan Hua used Yin Sheng Sha, but she couldn't cut through Ao Han's demon-intimidating Huangquan battle armor even with three blows, and injured his real body.

"In this vicious battle, the wild immortals had the upper hand from the beginning to the end. Although the Demonic Dao also killed many wild immortal troops, relatively speaking, the Demonic Dao suffered a greater loss." Jiang Xueyang said.

"Since that's the case, why did Ye Xian withdraw from the army?"

"Because Fengshen made a move."

"Fengshen, why didn't you hear about this matter?" I asked.

"Fengshen didn't intervene in the battle, but went directly to the temple."

Jiang Xueyang said that the god of wind performed miracles in the temple, and the hurricane swept away all the statues in the temple. Except for the statue of Nuwa, all the gods of the wild gods were turned into ruins.

"The Dharma-ending Era is not yet over, and Fengshen has violated the prohibition many times. This time, I am afraid that he will not escape the punishment of God." I said.

"The catastrophe of Ragnarok in the heavenly world has already begun. After Fengshen finished this task, the deity directly entered Ragnarok to start the life-and-death trial. If the heavenly court wants to deal with her, it can only wait for her to come out of it."

"Can Fengshen come out of it?"

"Unpredictable. I only know that if she wants to come out of it, she can only integrate the four wind laws into one and open the Storm Domain."

"The field of storm is the power of the Primordial Wind Demon. Will the Heavenly Dao allow the appearance of a second Primordial Wind Demon?" I asked.

"It's definitely not allowed, so she escaped from death in this trial, and there are many disasters."

(End of this chapter)