The moment Yuwen Luoshuang closed her eyes, she saw an undead hand stretching towards her neck, but she did not move. In her daze, she only heard Feng Xinglang using the back of the green silk soft sword to move her body.

The palm fell down, making a clanging sound.

As Yuwen Luoshuang chanted the spell faster and faster, a white light suddenly appeared in the sky above the underworld. At this time, several disciples of Feng Shang Sect fell to the ground. Feng Xinglang did not.

He had no chance to rescue them, because he could only use the spiritual power of ancient cultivators, and using the spiritual power of ancient cultivators would cost him a lot of energy. After experiencing the process of fighting the Demon King and fighting the undead, his

My strength is almost exhausted.

So when the radio and television appeared, Feng Xinglang breathed a sigh of relief. Just when he was careless for a moment, several undead palms tore the barrier around him. At the same time, Busch was also torn.

In the barrier around Yuwen Luoshuang, seeing some undead spirits trying to grab Yuwen Luoshuang's neck, he flew in front of Yuwen Luoshuang desperately and drove the undead spirits away with all his strength.

But there was a large, deep wound on his back, with some burning pain.

At this time, a small bright spot that originally appeared in the sky above the underworld turned into many small bright spots in a short period of time. Those tiny lights were like pieces of snowflakes falling slowly from the sky, filling the sky.

into the entire air. When those small lights encountered the undead, the undead suddenly became quiet and began to stay in place.

Because the soul saved by the cup gradually penetrated into their bodies and began to slowly affect their consciousness. Gradually, all the undead souls stopped their movements.

The moment Yuwen Luoshuang opened her eyes, Feng Xinglang bit his teeth slightly, and then smiled lightly at her, as if nothing had happened.

"I think this matter has settled down just like that."

"Won't they behave differently again?"

"Probably not."

Following Feng Xinglang's words, a large mouthful of blood spurted out from Yuwen Luoshuang's mouth. The bright red blood was stained on Feng Xinglang's plain white clothes, forming red dots. From a distance, they looked like

Traces of plum blossoms.

After spraying blood, Yuwen Luoshuang started coughing loudly. Every time she coughed, a mouthful of blood would spurt out from her mouth. This scene made Feng Xinglang extremely distressed. He quickly stepped forward and forcefully

She held down Yuwen Luoshuang's wrist and tried to restore Yuwen Luoshuang to a normal state in this way, but she kept coughing but did not stop.

Feng Xinglang anxiously held Yuwen Luoshuang in his arms, and started patting her back constantly. Every time he patted her, his heart throbbed hard, as if it was nailed to a nail.

There was a needle deep in his heart, reminding him of the pain all the time.

"I shouldn't have let you summon those souls that have been transcended. It's all my fault, my fault."

"This is just what I should do. Wouldn't it be nice to have peace in the world?"
Chapter completed!