228, fate is hard to distinguish (catch up)

The grass is still stubbornly fighting against the wind.

Han Jing was unaware of the crisis outside. The people who protected her fell into the pool of blood one by one and even had no bones. Even if she knew it, there was nothing she could do.

The power of the remnant soul of the divine world is beyond her imagination. She doesn't know how long she can hold on, but she just tries her best to persist.

"Zhong Qingrou, where's your aircraft and your poison? It's still hiding and waiting for us to die!"

"The aircraft needs a crystal nucleus to use, idiot! Hundreds of flowers have exhausted my stock, poisonous drugs and crystal nuclei, all of which have been consumed! If I had known, I should have left a little poison and dumb, you dead boy.

"You have used up, they always have it!" Mu Qingbai asked unrewishly.

"Do you think you are a low-level gathering array? My mother's stock is not enough, so I put the crystal core in their hands. Damn, if I had known, I wouldn't have saved those people from the ancient Xuan family! Stupid!" Zhong Qingrou roared regretful and didn't know who the last "stupid" scolded.

This is not a dead end! Mu Qingbai was stunned for a moment and scolded, "You pig! I have never seen such a stupid person as you, and you don't even leave a way out for yourself. I really don't understand when your vicious woman became so generous.

"How dare you scold me!" Zhong Qing roared softly. She was already very sad. She couldn't do such a stupid thing with her selfish personality before. I don't know whether she was stimulated in the Vulcan Castle or Han Jing promised to give her a shaping medicine. She was a rare selfless and generous, and she ran into this situation.

Too lazy to take care of Zhong Qingrou, Mu Qingbai shouted, "I'm Mu Qingbai, the grandson of the master of the Xuanqi Temple. If you dare to kill me, just wait to bear my grandfather's anger!"

The people who came to help the Zhou family didn't know who was besieging, and they were a little panicked when they heard the words. Everyone knows that Yu Youmin has only one daughter in Xuanqi Temple. I'm afraid killing his own grandson is not as simple as being exterminated.

"They have killed Zhou Liang, and the hatred has been deeply knotted. Let them go back to the mountain, but now the only way is to silence them all!" Gong Yimin shouted loudly.

Those who saw Zhou Liang's death also shouted, and those who were shaken immediately changed their attitude and attacked with all their strength with silence.

Desperation is spreading, including Xie Jin, who can't escape this disaster.

Han Jing is still not awake.

In the distance, a roar suddenly sounded, and then a thunderlight came from behind the distant peak, like a spaceship breaking through the leisurely white clouds, roaring with purple waves, swaying down. When it was about to penetrate Gong Yimin's big white-headed tiger's head, it suddenly jumped, and its head dodged but its tail Cut off by lightning.

With a tragic howl, the white-fronted tiger jumped again and threw down Gong Yimin, who was in front of him, and one tiger rolled down the cliff together. If Gong Yimin falls to death, it must have set a new record.

After the thunderlight cut off the tiger's tail, it completely sank into the rock, and there was still thunderstorming from the hole in the ground.

This strange landscape made the night family's ancestor mountain stand still. Until the sound of a phoenix, everyone looked up and saw Yang Feng control the phoenix in the sky.

"He really came?" Mu Qingbai asked angrily.

Jumping up and shaking her hand to enjoy a strong pot sticker on Mu Qingbai's forehead, Zhong Qingrou taught her a lesson: "With Han Jing here, of course he will come!" Otherwise, will my aunt use up all the crystal nuclei?"

"Your amnesia is very serious. You just scold yourself as a fool." Mu Qingbai said strangely.

"I'm scolding you for being an idiot!"

Zhong Qingrou also wanted to reward another pot sticker, but was grabbed by Mu Qingbai's wrist. Xie Jin quickly separated the two people and reminded them not to disturb Han Jing.

"Yang Feng is here." Ye Guyun muttered to himself pale.

Yang Feng came, even if he only came with his contract mysterious beast, but the people of the mysterious temple dared not move.

Although, this is because the people of Xuan Temple know that a large number of masters of Xuanqi Temple follow closely, rather than fearing Yang Feng alone. Ye Guyun actually knew about this situation, but the scene in front of him deeply stimulated him and attributed all his consciousness to one point: Yang Feng came, and Han Jing was safe!

This made Ye Guyun extremely discouraged and had unprecedented discouragement. He was silent and looked more like a statue than Han Jing.

"What's wrong with Ajing?"

Yang Feng found Han Jing's place in mid-air, and his face changed greatly and shouted loudly.

Zhong Qingrou rushed and said, "She is mentally damaged and healing. Thanks to our desperate protection, she was not bitten to death by the vicious dogs of Xuan Temple! Yang Feng, you have to compensate for my loss!"

Flying to Han Jing's side, Yang Feng pushed away the closest Yegu and went to Mu Qingbai. When he went to pat Han Jing's shoulder, his hand touched her clothes and shrank as if he had been pricked by a needle. Jing has an ice soul sword to protect her body, how can her mental strength be damaged!" He asked anxiously.

"Yang Feng, what do you mean? Is it that I have nothing to do to coax you for fun? Zhong Qing roared unplealy.

I ignored Zhong Qingrou, and Yang Feng asked Xie Jin, "What's going on?"

Xie Jin truthfully said, "After the deputy palace master killed Zhou Meng, it became like this. It should be mentally damaged."

"Sword control" is heard as "a sword", and Yang Feng is still puzzled: "Although Zhou Meng is strong, as long as he is close to him, it is normal to kill him with the power of the ice sword to break his defense with one sword. How can A Jing's mental strength be damaged?"

Zhong Qingrou, who was ignored by Yang Feng, shouted angrily, "That girl is a sword control. How can Zhou Meng get close to her and think of it with her feet!"

"Why are you talking about this nonsense? Ask clearly which of you can help her? Let's clean up the dog of Xuan Temple first!" Mu Qingbai roared angrily.

Ye Guyun was the first to rush out and slashed wildly with a knife.

Xie Jin and others followed closely. The despair just now turned into a strong killing, as if they had injected infinite vitality into their bodies, and they all became killing machines.

At this time, the master brought by Yang Feng landed on the top of the mountain by a flying shuttle.

The speed of the fire phoenix that did not reach adulthood actually exceeded the flight shuttle, which made Mu Qingbai and Zhong Qingrou who did not join the battle group feel incredible. Both of them had the idea of cutting open the fire phoenix to see what happened. However, they can only think about it. They don't want to touch the fur of the fire phoenix.

Yang Feng, who also did not join the battle group, has been paying attention to Han Jing. He could see that she was not in a good state, but he was helpless and could only watch anxiously.

The rain fell on the calm lake at the foot of the mountain, with slight ripples.

The wind brought the dead leaves in the distance and floated in front of Han Jing.

As if she felt something, Han Jing's eyelids jumped.

"Jing, are you awake?" Yang Feng lowered his voice and asked expectantly.

Han Jing did not respond, but the grass in the dark space in her head trembled as if it were in pain.

"Jing, did you hear my cry?"

"Can you respond when you hear it?"

Yang Feng shouted, and his voice was low and affectionate.

Some things are wrong and irreparable, or Yang Feng will make the same mistake again, but his feelings for Han Jing are real. If he needs to save her with his life, he will not hesitate at all.

Hearing Yang Feng's cry, although he was beside him, Han Jing heard his voice was far away and ethereal. As his voice came in, she seemed to "see" that a door was pushed by invisible forces. The door, the green door, trembled.

It was actually a short moment. The door opened and a strong white light poured in from outside the door. The world shrouded in blue light disappeared.

Her eyes opened and suddenly felt that it was an illusion when she saw the real world.

"Are you still alive?" Han Jing's confused words.

"Ajing, thank God, you're all right!" Yang Feng hugged Han Jing with tears and wiped the tears on her face over her cold pale cheeks and neck.

"Let go of me, get out!" Han Jing shouted. It's just that she is too weak, and her voice sounds more like being coquettish.

"If you don't let go, even if you want to cut off my hand, you will never let go." Yang Feng hugged him tighter, and his tone sounded more like a child.

"You make me sick. Let go. I really cut you!"

"Never let go, A Jing. If you are angry, just cut me down and promise not to return."

"You scoundrel!" Han Jing shouted feebly. Her eyes were black, and she couldn't stand still if she didn't lean in Yang Feng's arms. Moreover, his arms are so warm!