Chapter 235 Relying on the Dream in the Cold Moon and Clear Night
The boundless sky, the endless grassland, the bloody rain fell from the mid-air, and a corpse fell on the ground, and the fishy smell lingered. The scene was terrible.
"Kill!" Ying Yu was crazy and showed extraordinary means to kill a forgetful disciple, and his blood stained his whole body.
Those forgetful disciples who were blocked under the chas of heaven, even though they had strong combat power, were easily killed by the enemy of the rain. They fell one after another, and soon there were only four forgetful Taoists left.
Ying Yu killed many strong enemies and also suffered trauma and shed blood several times. But with Muyu's protection, he was fearless. Instead, he beat the enemy in horror.
"This is a madman." For Ying Yu's fierce fighting methods, the four people who were still alive in the forgetful way were shocked and angry.
"Boom!" The void collapsed and the sky shattered.
Powerful attacks swept across the world, rumbled in the sky and opened countless openings. As if the ground had been lifted, pieces of gravel and mud flew all over the sky.
"Puff!" Ying Yu vomited blood, but suddenly rushed forward and attacked one of the remaining four alone.
He understands that instead of hurting four people, it is better to kill one person first!
In Qingcheng, there are many people, looking at the fierce battles far outside the city.
Murongqing stepped into the air, and wherever he passed, the masses retreated and walked out of Qingcheng. Her eyes poked out and kept flashing.
"Many brothers and sisters went to deal with Ying Yu. How can he be the opponent of several brothers and sisters as a person who has just made a breakthrough?" Murongqing said confidently, "After such a long time, I'm afraid Yingyu will die soon, so I'll go and have a look."
Murong stepped into the air and quickly approached the fierce battlefield ahead. At her speed, she quickly reached the target, but her eyes widened.
"How could this happen?" Murong's cold and gorgeous face appeared with a look of horror.
Ying Yu punched in all directions, and thunder and lightning all over his body for nine days. Dark red thunder light ran through the sky. It was powerful and comparable to the four strong men who walked in the heavenly realm.
"Why did he attack me alone!" The only woman among the four shouted angrily, her hair scattered and blood-stained.
"Boom!" With one punch, Ying Yu pierced the woman's abdomen on the spot, and her bright red fist poked out from behind.
Under the unwilling scream of the other party, Ying Yu shouted loudly, raised his hands and brutally tore the woman into pieces, and the broken limbs fell in an empty and chaotic manner. The scene was extremely terrible.
The remaining three were pale. No one expected that Ying Yu would have such a powerful combat power. Under the siege of so many people, he could kill a group of people, and even a person of the same level.
Ying Yu's eyes turned around and saw the arrival of Murongqing, and couldn't help smiling coldly.
He asked himself that it was difficult to kill a person with the cultivation of heaven, but he still had the opportunity to kill Murongqing, who was only in the realm of Taoism.
"It's not good." Seeing Ying Yu's strong means, he turned his eyes again. Murongqing immediately understood and quickly turned around to hide in Qingcheng.
"Never let him kill Sister Murong again." The three forgetful Taoists made a continuous sound and stopped in front of the rain.
Ying Yu laughed wildly and did not rush to Murong's position. The other three strong men have blocked his way. But he cast a ghost thunder, and dark red thunder and lightning crossed the sky and hit Murongqing.
"Kara...Kara..."
The dark red thunder and lightning was extremely fast, and Murongqing could not completely avoid it at all. He was heavily bombarded on his body, spewing out a big mouthful of blood on the spot, and the hit area seemed to become scorched.
"It's good luck that you're not dead." Ying Yu's eyes were like electricity, and he attacked the three people who avoided the obstruction for a while, and then retreated and flew to the endless prairie.
He now understands that no matter where he hides in Qingcheng, he will be found by forgetful people. Instead, it is better to retreat into the endless prairie to avoid all kinds of unprepared dangers.
Middle domain, Qingyunzong.
At night, the bright moon hung high, shining, and the cold wind roared through the mountain gate of Qingyunzong.
There are many pavilions in Qingyunzong, which are towering, some places are dimly lit, some places are bright and shining, and many monks walk back and forth.
In a pavilion, a man with long white hair was sleeping, his consciousness was hazy, as if he had met something. Two lines of tears fell from the man's handsome and haggard face and dripped on the brocade quilt.
He suddenly opened his eyes, looked sad, and muttered to himself, "I saw you again, Qingrong..."
Ye Fuhui got up from **, walked out of the attic and walked towards the back mountain of Qingyunzong. There is the burial place of the disciples, relatives and friends of the Qingyun Sect, so it is called Qingyun Tomb.
In the Qingyun tomb, the tombstones are like forests, staggered, and there seems to be fluorescence flashing under the swing of the moonlight.
Ye Fuhui came to a tombstone and looked at it in a staring manner.
On this tombstone, there are five slightly confused fonts engraved with the tomb of Yan Qingrong. In just a few strokes, what kind of pain did it tell?
"A monk doesn't need to sleep, but I can't do it." Ye said to himself, "If it weren't for the erratic dream, how can I see your face and smile again?"
"You have not passed away from my world forever. Although I can't see you again with my eyes, I can see you in that dream, like the most beautiful scenery in the sky. Even if it is far away, I can finally see you.
With that, Ye Fuhui lowered his head, his body trembled slightly, and a drop of tears slipped out unbearably. No one can imagine how much pain he has suffered.
"I will avenge you." Ye said softly and firmly.
In the reincarnation, he and Xuanzheng have seen who is behind them, who is framed them, and who... indirectly killed Yan Qingrong.
Everything came out, and they were able to understand the truth, but there was nowhere to revenge.
"I don't know where the enemy is, but I will definitely find him in the future." Ye didn't regret trembling and said decisively.
The moonlight shines, reflecting the lonely figure, which looks so bleak in the light that even the autumn leaves have never sighed.
"We will meet again in my dream..." Ye said silently, but his hands were trembling and his whole body was trembling!
He burst into tears, speechless, and trembled all over, as if he had never had such a cold as this moment.
"Can we really only meet in a dream? Ah..." Ye Fuhui suddenly roared, unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, painful...
His voice rolled out, and the sound hit all directions, mixed with all his emotions. The pain and bitterness were transmitted to every position of Qingyunzhong along the sound, and even to Qingyunzong.
"What's going on?" Someone in Qingyunzong shouted.
"Who is shouting in the Qingyunzhong to disturb the rest of the dead?"
The people of Qingyunzong rushed to the Qingyun Tomb one after another. The figures crossed in the air and quickly reached the Qingyun Tomb and saw the shadow that was getting more sad in the moonlight.
"It's the chief brother." A young disciple of Qingyunzong looked at Ye Fuhui and showed complicated eyes.
"Alas..." Yun Tianhe's old voice came from afar: "I don't want to make a breakthrough under such circumstances. When the morning glow reflects the sky, he can break through the sky and become a person who travels in the heavenly realm. It's just... his grief is still..."