Blood Qi Geng, Blood Liu Ji, and Blood Si Ding also have status in the hearts of the Blood Soul Ancestors, but compared to them, Blood Ji Bing's weight is the most important.

Blood Ji Bing, the blood soul ancestor once thought that he was a shame to the entire Xue family. As a core disciple, he did not seek to practice, but was infatuated with a mortal woman. For this reason, he forcibly interfered, separated the two, and let the ruthless years take them away.

took the woman's life.

Blood Soul Ancestor knows that Blood Ji Bing hates him!

But this does not affect the blood soul ancestor's love for Xue Ji Bing, an alternative member of the Xue family. He even has some vague regrets about what happened back then. However, this regret has no roots anymore, because Xue Ji Bing

B is dead!

After Yuwen Zhouyuan killed several core members of the Blood Family outside Blood Soul City, he saw a figure that shocked his heart.

If Yuwen Zhouyuan is not mistaken, this person is Yuan Zhengang.

The woman next to Yuan Zhengang was the daughter of the bloody Ji Bing. She was with Yuan Zhengang, and the two obviously had a certain relationship. Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed, and then he stepped on the soul-devouring marten, flying up and stepping on the soul-devouring marten.

With a quick glance, he immediately found the woman who was with Yuan Zhengang.

The direction this woman was walking was not Blood Soul City, but towards the border of a neighboring country.

Yuwen Zhouyuan pondered for a moment and chased after him.

There was a sad look in Xue Haixiang's eyes. Although she ran, her tears couldn't stop flowing. She didn't know her father's fate, but she had an ominous premonition in her heart. This feeling was pressing in her heart, almost

It left her breathless.

Yuan Zhengang's heart became more complex. Although he felt extremely happy when he saw the members of the Xue family dying one by one, at this moment, he didn't know why. Instead of feeling happy, he felt deeply worried.

Yuan Zhengang was shaken, stopped, closed his eyes, and recalled in his mind the scene when the whole village was brutally killed by the Blood Soul Cult.

When Xue Haixiang saw Yuan Zhengang stop, she quickly stopped too, biting her lower lip and looking at Yuan Zhengang. The only thing she could rely on now was this man, her husband.

After a while, Yuan Zhengang opened his eyes and slapped himself hard several times. He wanted to wake himself up completely. He reminded himself over and over again in his heart that the Blood Soul Sect was an enemy. Even if it was Xue Haixiang, he would treat her badly.

There is no emotion at all.

Anyone who belongs to the Blood Soul Sect should die!

Xue Haixiang quickly stepped forward to stop Yuan Zhengang, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Yuan Zhengang forced himself to harden his heart, flicked his arm, threw Xue Haixiang's hand aside, and said coldly: "Go away, from now on, you and I will have nothing to do with each other."

Xue Haixiang's eyes showed a look of despair, and she stared at Yuan Zhengang in a daze. She didn't even notice that her teeth bit her lower lip and drew blood. She stepped forward to grab Yuan Zhengang's hand as if she was crying.

But Yuan Zhengang stepped aside again and said coldly: "You're not leaving, are you? I'm leaving!" As he said that, he turned around and flew slowly in the opposite direction.

Xue Haixiang stared blankly at Yuan Zhengang's back, the look of despair in her eyes getting stronger and stronger. Her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, and it stung. Under this sting, a sickly red color rose on her face, and she sprayed

He spat out a mouthful of blood, shook his whole body a few times, and steadied himself with a pale face.

In fact, the moment Yuan Zhengang turned around, his heart felt as painful as being torn apart. However, the scene of the death of the entire village left him with no choice. At this moment, the pain in Yuan Zhengang's heart was definitely no less than that of the fragrance of the sea of ​​blood.

Every bit.

Xue Haixiang smiled miserably, looked at Yuan Zhengang, and called softly: "Don't leave..."

Yuan Zhengang trembled, he clenched his fists, turned around suddenly and shouted at Xue Haixiang: "Get out!"

After saying that, Yuan Zhengang galloped away quickly and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Blood flowed out of the corner of Xue Haixiang's mouth again. She took a deep look at the direction where Yuan Zhen had just disappeared, turned around with a sad smile, and a look of confusion in her eyes.

Although the world is big, the sea of ​​blood and fragrance doesn't know where to go. The two most important men around her, one whose life or death is unknown, and the other who abandons her, are really no different to a woman than the sky falling.

Yuan Zhengang flew all the way, and after more than ten miles, his fists were already filled with blood. The figures of the whole village, old and young, before they died, the tragic scenes of his grandfather and Dahuang when they died, flashed through his eyes one by one, and then the fragrance of the sea of ​​blood flashed across his eyes.

The figures and desperate eyes gradually replaced the clan members...

After a long time, Yuan Zhengang fell to the ground, kowtowed several times in the direction of the former mountain village, and said bitterly: "Grandpa, my child... is unfilial!"

Yuan Zhen just finished speaking, closed his eyes, shed two tears, stood up silently, turned around and chased after the blood sea fragrance.

The moment he turned around, Yuan Chenggang seemed to see his clan members, especially his grandfather, looking at him with distressed expressions, pointing at his nose one by one, and calling him a traitor.

Yuan Zhengang's heart was torn in half. He chased towards Xuehaixiang miserably. Not long after, he saw Xuehaixiang flying blankly. She seemed to have found something. She turned around and looked at Yuan Zhengang blankly, her eyes gradually gradually

Showing tenderness.

However, at the moment when the two people just got together, a murderous aura slowly came from the sky. On top of a huge ermine-shaped spiritual beast, a handsome and cold young man with long hair fluttering in the wind, Leng.

Came with a cold gaze.

Xue Haixiang's face suddenly turned pale, and she subconsciously hid behind Yuan Zhengang, her delicate body trembling slightly.

Yuan Zhen just stared at the white-haired young man with disbelief in his eyes.

"You...you are the master!" Yuan Zhengang said in surprise.

"Yuan Zhengang! It's me!" Yuwen Zhouyuan jumped, fell from the Soul-eating Marten, and stood in front of Yuan Zhengang, casually glancing at the woman behind him.

Yuan Zhengang subconsciously stood in front of the woman and looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan, with complicated expressions in his eyes. After a long time, he whispered in a low voice: "Master, I should have guessed that only you have such power of revenge.

"

Yuwen Zhouyuan was silent for a moment and said softly: "Zhengang, how have you been doing these years?"

Yuan Zhengang smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "Thank you, Master, for your concern. Although my disciple later joined the Sword Dao Sect, and although my cultivation improved rapidly, my life was not good. Because of the hatred of the whole village and my grandfather, I had to fight with the Blood Soul Elder.

The ancestors were in vain to entrust the snake..."

After Yuwen Zhouyuan heard the words Blood Soul Ancestor, a cold light appeared in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Blood Soul Ancestor, he can't run away, and no one in the entire Blood Soul Family can run away!"

Xue Haixiang's body trembled. Although she was frightened in her heart, she still gritted her teeth and asked softly: "Senior, I...my father..."

"Shut up!" Yuan Zhengang frowned, stopped Xue Haixiang's words, and said calmly to Yu Wen Zhou Yuanqiang: "Master, she is the disciple's wife..."

Before Yuan Zhengang finished speaking, Yuwen Zhouyuan said flatly: "Your father should not be named blood."

Xue Haixiang's body trembled, and she looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan with a look of deep hatred.

As soon as Yuan Zhengang heard this, he already knew that his master Yuwen Zhouyuan knew the identity of Xue Haixiang, and the complex color in his heart became even stronger.

Yuwen Zhouyuan was silent for a while, looked at the setting sun on the horizon, and said slowly: "Song Zihong, where are you now?"

Yuan Zhengang said: "For more than ten years, we have been hiding in the swamp for training. In order to save me, Song Zihong... died."

Yuwen Zhouyuan closed his eyes, sighed softly, and said softly: "Zhengang, please leave the Dongyang Empire with her."

After saying this, Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't even look at Yuan Zhengang, turned around and jumped up to the Soul-Eating Marten.

Yuan Zhengang's series of actions just now, Yuwen Zhouyuan has clearly expressed his thoughts, he does not want to die in blood.

Yuan Zhengang looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan's figure, and the complex color in his eyes became more intense. Grandpa, the tragic scenes of the whole village being massacred echoed in his heart. It seemed that all the people in the village were staring directly at him.

, calling him a traitor to the entire mountain village.

Yuan Zhengang smiled miserably, turned around and glanced at Xue Haixiang. Suddenly his heart sank. He saw a hint of deep-hidden hatred in Xue Haixiang's eyes.

Yuan Zhengang was silent for a moment, with a trace of tenderness in his eyes, and said warmly: "Xiangxiang, let's go." As he spoke, he gently stroked Xue Haixiang's long hair with his right hand.

Xue Haixiang was startled, and tears fell from her eyes again. Since she and Yuan Zhengang have been together for so many years, this is the first time that Yuan Zhengang calls her Xiangxiang.

But Xue Haixiang's smile solidified in the next moment.

Yuan Zhengang's right hand pressed on the Tianling of Xuehaixiang, and with a burst of spiritual power, he immediately decided to save his wife's life.

Xue Haixiang's death was painless. She died in the arms of her beloved.

Holding the body of his dead wife, Yuan Zhengang's eyes showed sadness. He glanced at the direction where Yuwen Zhouyuan disappeared, and murmured to himself: "Master, I will not become a traitor to the entire mountain village, let alone let the Xue family

There is even the slightest trace of bloodline."

As he spoke, Yuan Zhengang knelt down in the direction of his hometown. After kowtowing several times, he slapped his forehead with a palm to cut off the vitality in his body. A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He looked lovingly at his wife in his arms and fell down.

"Xiangxiang, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you..."

Yuwen Zhouyuan stepped on the Soul-eating Marten, and his body suddenly trembled. He clearly felt that the light spot representing Yuan Zhengang that he had just left in his consciousness disappeared.

He remained silent for a while, then his body flashed and disappeared on top of the Soul-Eating Marten.

When he reappeared, he was already standing next to the corpses of Yuan Zhengang and his wife. Yuwen Zhouyuan looked at the two of them blankly, with a complicated color in his heart. He already understood Yuan Zhengang's choice, and he must be struggling between his relatives and his lover.

In the end, he could only kill his lover with his own hands to satisfy his guilt for his loved ones.

At the same time, after his wife died, Yuan Zhengang had no choice but to die to bring his love for his wife to a happy end.

Yu Wen Zhouyuan was silent for a moment, and placed his right hand on Yuan Zhengang's eyebrow. Gradually, a weak soul that could dissipate at any time floated out from Yuan Zhengang's forehead, and was caught by Yu Wen Zhouyuan in his hand.

Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed and disappeared from the spot.

There is a huge house in Dezhou City, a tributary of the Dongyang Empire. This is the famous Wen family in Dezhou City. At this moment, among the Wen family, a handsome young man appeared. This man's body seemed to be transparent. He was walking leisurely.
Chapter completed!