Chapter 277 Breaking the Ban

This was an unexpected fierce battle. Thousands of ghosts suddenly swarmed out, like a vicious shark that smelled blood from all directions, showing its sharp tusks and rushing at the crowd.

Although there are caves, mountain-breaking masters and wings, the situation is still extremely dangerous, and with more ghost emperors and even ghost saints, the situation is becoming more and more desperate.

In fact, not everyone will hold the inevitable belief of giving up life for righteousness like a zombie mother and unruly. For example, the ghost king of Huanyun wants to find an opportunity to take advantage of the chaos. However, the ghosts in the northern underworld do not seem to understand the truth that "they are born at the same root, why is it too urgent to fry each other" at all. The waves-like offensive was endless, forcing it to do its best to resist it. I just hated that my parents didn't let myself have three heads and six arms.

However, in half an hour, most of the members of the zombie mother died, and only a few people were still fighting in blood.

Seeing that the form was in danger, the master of the broken mountain released the "King Kong Buddha Realm" and shrouded everyone in the holy light of the Buddha Kingdom, fighting and retreating towards the sea of the North Underworld.

At the critical moment, Youao Mountain led hundreds of elites from the Northern Underworld to hear the news and formed a large array in the North Underworld with the Mountain Master and others. Therefore, the more and more tragic and magnificent war began, and the people of the Northern Underworld Mansion blocked the mouth of the sea under the command of Youao Mountain, temporarily curbing the fierce momentum of the wronged soul.

From the bloody battle in the evening to around midnight, both sides suffered heavy casualties. The fierce offensive of the wronged soul was frustrated, so he had to temporarily return to the Beiming Sea to regroup and find a more favorable fighter.

Watching the last ghost disappear in the blood-red surging waves of the North Underworld Sea, everyone was finally able to breathe a little relief, but their mood did not become relaxed. After all, the more cruel and bloody battle is yet to come. What they can do is to firmly hold on to this only line of defense and prevent a evil ghost from leaking the net, otherwise the whole world will never have peace, and the Northern Underworld will undoubtedly take the brunt.

However, not everyone thinks so, especially when the bloody casualties are in front of them, there is inevitably a discordant sound inside the Northern Underworld. Many family owners and family elders gradually have the intention to retreat, hoping to lead their families to retreat as soon as possible before the evil army launches the attack again, so as to maximize the little remaining strength of the family.

In the face of the turbulent love of the group, Youao Mountain, as the owner of the divine mansion, did not dissuade or refute it. He just asked lightly, "Can you run away from those grievances?"

Suddenly, all the noises disappeared, at least for the time being.

E is unruly, but he can't control so much, let alone so many troubles. His logic is extremely simple - it's amazing that he lost a big scar on his head.

At present, he sat cross-legged on his knees next to the zombie's mother's Haotian god coffin, and only waited until the ghost came out of the Northern Underworld Sea later.

Suddenly, his vest was warm, and a soft and vast true qi poured into his body like a nectar spring, and the meridians flowed through the accumulated qi and blood, making people feel indescribably cool and comfortable.

E unruly was stunned and heard a soft voice in his ear, "Don't talk, concentrate on your work."

As soon as E unruly heard that it was winged, he immediately understood it. Although he is a straight-hearted person, he can also see that this girl is secretly thinking about Chu Tian's feelings. Now she has come out to help her heal her wounds, and she loves her house.

Thinking of Chu Tian, who had no news about life and death, his chest couldn't help but panicked, but subconsciously he always believed that this boy would never be summoned away by the Lord of Hell so easily - Chu Tian must still be alive!

In about a few pieces of incense, E unruly not only unblocked the meridians and greatly reduced the pain, but also the depleted magic gas became full again. He stood up in high spirit, moved his muscles and bones slightly and said, "Miss Qingyang, I'm almost all right. Thank you very much."

"It's just a piece of cake." Yi Qingyang seemed to hesitate. He looked far away at the Beiming Peak and whispered, "Where did that guy live before?"

He turned two corners in his unruly head before he understood who the "guy" was in his mouth.

He grinned and said, "It's not far from here. I'll take you there!" After saying that, he didn't ask if Yi Qingyang agreed to pull out his legs and leave.

At this time, the sky was slightly bright, and there was a bright vegetation in the outer city. Many people woke up from their sleep with the news and hurriedly packed their bags and were about to escape from the city. Shenfu disciples who maintain order can be seen everywhere on the street, but everyone's face shows undisguised panic and anxiety.

E Wujing led Yi Qingyang to the hut where Chu Tian once lived. He reached out and pushed open the dusty door and said, "Originally, Xiao Chu and Brother You lived here. Since the Northern Underworld War three years ago, the house has been empty. Wenjing and I will come to have a look and clean up if we have nothing to do.

Wings gently walked into the dark hut silently. After a few years, it was difficult to find traces of Chu Tian's life that day.

E Wu stood at the door with a hoarse voice and said, "In those years, Xiao Chu and Brother You and I sat at this table drinking and chatting until they were drunk and unconscious."

The wings raised and listened quietly, and the slender hands gently stroked the mottled table, and couldn't help but have slightly wet eyes.

E unruly also sighed and said, "Miss Qingyang, do you think that if Qinger has accepted the Youyuan Hall, can you really open the prohibition and enter the demon world to find Xiao Chu?"

Yi Yang shook his head and said, "I don't know."

E unruly exhaled and said, "No one can enter the Northern Underworld now, and it's useless to be anxious."

"Yes, it's useless to be in a hurry." The wing whispered softly, as if talking to himself and falling into meditation.

Suddenly, she lowered her eyes and closed her eyes slightly as if she was sensing something.

E unruly asked in surprise, "Miss Qingyang, what have you found?"

Yi Qingyang replied, "Unrestrained brother, my little sister has something to do. You don't have to wait for me." Before the words fell, a ball of pink and white sacred light bloomed in her delicate body, like begonia petals gently wrapped in the wings, which set off that she invented more and more gorgeous and charming, and then the sound rose to the sky and disappeared in the void.

Her style of "flowers fluttering and water flowing" is an ancient work in the Five Classics of Tianhou, which is not owned by the world. In just one second, the pink and white beam of light broke through the void again and fell into the ghost city, which was much faster than the legendary sword.

The sky has been brightened, and the wings are gently staring at it. I can see that this is an abandoned ancient house. Blood stains can be faintly seen on the broken wall, which should be the mark left by the Northern Underworld War three years ago.

The light green mist has not yet dissipated, like strips of gauze floating in the air. The surroundings are silent and empty. If you are a little less timid, you will not dare to stay here for a moment.

Her eyes quickly shifted, and there was a wisp of anxiety and worry hidden in the depths of her eyes, and finally condensed on a well.

A middle-aged man was dying, leaning against the mouth of the well, leaving only half of his flesh and blood. But even this half-damaged body has broken bones and broken bones, like a slightly wriggling meat ball.

However, who can guess that just a few years ago, he was the first person among the lay disciples of Longhua Zen Temple, who was admired by thousands of people?

At the other end of the well, about five or six feet away, there is a corpse lying in the pool of blood. His head was pierced by the fairy sword of a middle-aged man, cracking like a walnut smashed by a sledgehammer, and it was difficult to see his original appearance. But the two crutches held to death in his hand, as well as waist-cut legs and a few wisps of blue hair scattered beside him... This person's identity is about to come out.

"Dad..." The wing's light mind is blank. I don't know whether this call is Yi Tianxiang, who is angry, or Nan Mengke, who returns to the underworld?

One is the biological father who gives his body, skin and hair, and the other is the adoptive father who is as graceful as a mountain. Whether these two men are evil or chivalrous, they are really her closest relatives in the world.

However, there is a deep hatred between them that cannot be resolved, and the ice charcoal can't tolerate their irrevocism.

But even so, Yi Qingyang still didn't expect that it would be such a tragic ending in the end!

No, she should think of it, but she can't accept the scene in front of her anyway - her adoptive father pierced his biological father's eyebrows with a sword, and his biological father resolutely exploded at the last moment of his life and bombed his adoptive father to death!

"Lightly..." Yi Tianxiang heard his beloved daughter's voice and stretched out his eyelids that had been glued by blood. A faint light ignited in his red eyes, and his hoarse and weak voice said, "Help me!"

In his eager tone, there was a trace of plea, which was unprecedented in the light memory of the wing.

However, just as she raised her hand to try her best to save Yi Tianxiang's dying life, Xiaoyu suddenly shouted, "Bad guy, bad guy!"

The slender hand with light wings stiffened and solidified in the air. The death of Nan Mengke and Master Juedu involuntarily appeared in front of her eyes, and her heart twitched fiercely.

It's wrong not to save, and it's even worse to save - but who can tell themselves what to do is right?!

"Lightly!" Yi Tianxiang let out a roar in his throat and struggled to extend his bloody palms to her.

"He is your father!"

"No, he is your father-killing enemy, an evil executioner!"

There are countless voices shouting and colliding in the bottom of the soft heart.

Her delicate body stood motionless like an ice sculpture, but two lines of tears flowed down the jade cheeks silently.

Yi Tianxiang's eyes gradually lost his luster, and the corners of his mouth were painfully involved. He muttered in a low voice, "You - you and my woman..."

Suddenly, the stretched palm was powerless to droop, the forehead crackled crisply, and the golden elixir was burned.

The wings slowly knelt down and burst into tears for a moment.