Qin Lang faced the three of them alone, although they did not have any advantage, but when they wanted to help, they dragged the people desperately. Xuan Yuan slashed at him with one palm, trying to get out of the battle to help Yan Jing. Qin Lang swung over and evaded, pressed the peach wood sword with his fingers, and put his other hand on the whisk handle of Caiqi Mo, and then he rushed towards the old woman, dragging the three of them into the air without taking any help.

With a shrill scream, all the people brought by Qin Lang were killed in the bottomless abyss except Yun Muyu. The pressure on Reveal Canghua became increasingly greater. Their hands were dancing so vigorously that they could not see any afterimages, but they were still dropping into the bucket. Seeing Yun Muyu still pestering Qin Peiyu, she jumped her feet and cursed, and didn't hear her at all.

Yan Jing grabbed Xia Yanyue, and the peach wood dagger turned around his palm and stabbed a black shadow. After seeing the black shadow disappear, he wiped sweat and gasped and said, "Auntie, is there any way? There are too many strange things."

Although those black shadows have no combat power, they are tired even if they swing so many times to the air.

Xia Yanyue smiled with her lips and was unexpectedly calm: "I am not Di Jun reborn, so what can I do?"

Yan Jing became more and more tired, his waving movements became slower and slower, his eyes were blurred, his arms were sore, so heavy that he almost had to use all his strength to lift it up. Every move seemed to be the last time, but he continued to pounce on him when he saw the next black shadow.

The first black shadow finally touched Xia Yanqi's body.

At the moment of contact, a powerful yin energy burst out from Xia Yanxi's body. The yin energy quickly spread around along the lines of the high platform formation. In an instant, the light appeared, causing Xia Yanxi to whisper in pain.

Although the sound was light, Xuanyuan and the others were shocked. Seeing the formation patterns rippling, the three of them were shocked. The old woman was even more confused. Qin Lang found a gap and grabbed the sword body. If she hadn't reacted quickly, the sword in her hand would have been taken away.

Yan Jing was almost exhausted, but she was still gritting her teeth and holding on. Although Lu Canghua was not tired, her fists could not match four hands. She was trapped in the middle of the shadow and could hardly see anyone. Yun Muyu was still fighting with Qin Peiyu. Whenever Qin Peiyu wanted to turn around to deal with the shadow, she would attack Xia Yanyue without hesitation. She would not give up until she killed the person, which made Qin Peiyu feel flawless.

"Yun Muyu," Xia Yanyue suddenly spoke, her expression and voice were calm, "You are indeed a toad grass. You will never succeed in your life if you want to eat swan meat!" After saying that, she rushed towards Xia Yanxi, and the yin energy entered her body. Before she could shivered, she had already condensed into ice. The ice sculpture-like person smiled with his lips, his eyebrows and eyes were as quiet as a beautiful famous painting.

But he has no breath.

Yun Muyu was stunned and looked at Qin Peiyu desperately trying to save someone, but his head couldn't turn in a moment.

Just, dead like this?

Just died so easily?

She hated Xia Yanyue to death. When Geng Xu was still alive, she was a thorn in her eyes. After Geng Xu became a living dead, she wanted to get rid of the person quickly. But now that this person is really dead, she feels so empty that she can't say that it's uncomfortable, as if she is holding her heart tightly with one hand, making her almost unable to breathe.

"Little, little aunt?" Yan Jing rushed to Xia Yanyue, looked at Xia Yanyue in disbelief, and then looked at Qin Peiyu, hoping that she could tell herself an answer that was completely different from what she saw.

Qin Peiyu knelt next to Xia Yanyue, and the sword holding the palm of his hand whirred.

She suddenly stood up and threw the sword in her hand into the air. The King of Hell became the original appearance and circled around Qin Peiyu. She turned faster and bigger, but she was even taller than a human in an instant.

Qin Peiyu made seals with both hands, chanted a spell silently in his mouth, and suddenly pointed to the King of Hell's order: "Go!"

The King of Hell suddenly landed on the ground and turned into a tall and dark door, about ten meters high, with black mist surrounds the door and ghostly aura.

It's a ghost gate.

"Yan Jing," Qin Peiyu shouted, "Get away."

Once the gate of ghost opens, life and death are not the same as the bottomless abyss. What kind of accidents will happen? Even the holder of the King of Hell Order is accurate.

Yan Jing was no longer in strength and was thrown by Qin Peiyu and threw it to Lu Canghua.

She glanced at Xia Yanyue deeply, and then jumped into the Ghost Gate without hesitation. Crisp ringtones that were urging people came from it. Qin Peiyu turned into a soul-guiding bell, leading all the black shadows that originally wanted to get close to Xia Yanqi to the Ghost Gate.

The black shadows were indeed bewitched by the Soul-Spiritting Bell, and they ignored the others and just slowly drifted into the Ghost Gate.

Lu Canghua breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Yun Muyu standing not far away and standing there blankly, she was standing there blankly. Her face was gloomy and clear. Finally, she sighed and walked around the black shadow towards Xia Yanqi.

Yan Jing looked at Xia Yanyue and Xia Yanqi in the white ice and burst into tears. He was not harmonious when he first met her. Not only was he kicked by Xia Shiyuan, he was ridiculed. However, after getting in depth, he found that although this person was a little timid and arrogant, he had a good heart and was easy to learn. In less than a year, his cultivation was much higher than that of himself who had been practicing since childhood. Although he was talented, her diligence was also indispensable.

There is also a little aunt who has a fierce mouth and a bad temper, but she protects her shortcomings. When she is here, she will never let the younger generation suffer.

Dingling.

The rhythmic and deceptive ringtones of the soul-spirited bells kept coming, small but omnipresent.

Qin Lang's face was no longer as relaxed as before, his face was ferocious and his eyes were protruding. He slapped at the ghost gate with hatred. Xuanyuan and Caiqimo chased him closely, and the peach wood sword stabbed him directly at the vest. With helplessness, he could only twist his body and dodge. When he wanted to move forward, he was surrounded by three people.

Offense and defense are easy to form.

Qin Lang, who was originally dragging three people, can't wait to destroy the ghost gate, but was forced to protect himself by the three people's retreat, I attack and defending each other's struggle.

He was very angry, afraid that all this would be ruined today. His eyelids twitched a few times and a reddish-brown pill would appear in his palm.

I don’t know where the pill was taken out, and it emitted a wave of ominous aura. Caiqi Mo hurriedly waved the whisk and wanted to take it over, but it was half a beat slower. The pill had been swallowed by Qin Lang.

Qin Lang raised his head and roared wildly, his eyes shining brightly, and an unstoppable aura emanated from him, suppressing the black shadows that had originally moved towards the Ghost Sect stopped and stood there without moving.

The ringtone of Dingling became more and more rapid and sharp, making people's eardrums hurt. Yan Jing was so painful that he covered his ears and knelt on the ground, but still couldn't resist the ringtone that kept rushing into his ears and hearts.

Qin Lang raised his two fingers to his heart, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a puff. The blood at the tip of his heart sprayed onto the platform, causing the originally dim array pattern to fluctuate again.
Chapter completed!