"laugh!"

Bai Yurong covered the wound under the left rib with one hand and cut into the heart of his junior brother in the shape of a palm.

Seeing the other party's eyes losing their last glory, he gasped for two breaths and pulled out his hand hard. The hot blood sputtered out, making him covered in his body.

This is a cool mountain stream about ten miles away from Yueyang City. There is a dark rock under Bai Yurong's feet. Jumping over the mountain stream, it is a rolling mountain peak.

He used Gao Xueyan to block a fatal blow for the shield, and used the secret technique of Fire Cloud Cave "Burning Blood Escape" to escape from Yueyang City. However, he did not expect that the escape technique could not be fully used, and he had only one or two effects. Fortunately, the ancestor Huoyun did not notice it, so he sent two fellow disciples to chase him.

The blood burning consumed more than a drop of his heart essence and blood. After this, the true form and body were consumed, it was very weak. Therefore, although the cultivation level of the two fellow disciples was only weak, it also made him worse.

He looked at the corpses of his two fellow disciples indifferently, without any guilt. He leaped over the mountain stream and ran along the undulating peaks.

He did not dare to fly to the sky, for fear that the ancestor Huoyun would be too murderous, so he would throw away the crazy sword and chase him. That would become a conspicuous target, and he would not dare to bet that he would be faster than the master who was cuckolded by him.

As for Gao Xueyan and Biyun, he felt regretful. Both mother and daughter were infatuated with him, but they died in vain and had no value at all. Until now, he had no sense of shame in his heart.

Then he thought of the strange scene and couldn't help but grit his teeth. No matter who it was, he would make him pay a heavy price!

As long as he escapes from Qingzhou, no one can find his traces.

That's how he thought.

...

After a while, I had a cup of tea, and with the speed of white jade, I could pass most of the peaks and reach the top of the mountains. Looking around, I saw a vast plain at the foot of the mountain, decorated with colorful flowers and plants, which was so beautiful.

Bai Yurong slowed down, and there were many unknown flowers and plants on the top of this peak, accompanied by strange fragrance.

Crossing the terraced rocks, he was walking like a roaming, and suddenly saw a purple figure standing by the cliff in front of him. His steps were slightly paused, and his expression was slightly stunned, but he saw that the curvy jade body under the long skirt was a beautiful and graceful jade body, and his belly suddenly became hot.

He moved his heart slightly and took a few steps to speak: "Why is the girl here? Is it because she is waiting for someone to be destined to be? The young actor Bai Yuying, dare to ask the girl's name..."

He didn't mention his words, but he walked over with the courage to see what this girl looked like.

Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly turned around and said softly: "I'm a Biyun, what I'm waiting for is you, a heartless man. I want you to be buried with my mother and daughter!"

Bai Yurong stopped, was stunned at first, and then sneered: "Pretending to be a ghost, Biyun died first, how could he know Xueyan is dead? Who are you? After following me all the way, do you think God is not aware of it? Why don't you show me your true form quickly!"

In the end, it was like a thunderstorm. He stretched out his palm without any burden. A flame suddenly appeared on Biyun's body. Her eyes were filled with tears, and love and hatred were intertwined, and she was buried in the fire again.

Bai Yurong observed the surroundings with cold eyes and said lightly: "If you think this little trick can make me feel turbulent, that would be ridiculous?"

His brain turned and he suddenly laughed: "Is it you who just scolded Master Huo Monkey? He actually came to his door by himself."

"Sure enough, this level of illusion does not work for you, I feel sorry for you..." The void suddenly rippled like water, and a young man with clear eyebrows appeared several feet away on the left side of Bai Yuying.

It is the nine lives of the raccoon demon who was tracking.

After learning about Su Fu's methods, he originally thought that Bai Yurong would definitely die. Although he felt a little unwilling to be unable to kill Bai Yurong with his own hands, he could at least comfort Wen Xiu's spirit in the sky.

But he didn't expect Bai Yurong to be so shameless. When he tracked it out, he didn't know the direction, so he had to secretly follow the two Huoyun disciples, hoping that their fellow disciples could position each other.

"Repent?" A vicious look flashed across Bai Yurong's face, "I feel very sorry, too, because you could have lived for a while. Now, tell me who instructed you to split the Fire Cloud Cave and cause me to be killed!"

Jiuming said coldly: "But I still remember Yan Wenxiu from Dawang Village at Dawang Mountain, the raccoon demon you abused to death."

Bai Yurong frowned in confusion, recalled for a long time and finally realized: "Are you the brother she is thinking about..."

He smashed his mouth twice and said, "Oh! What a pity. The smell of the little raccoon demon is still unforgettable. Junior Sister Xueyan is much worse than her. And do you know? Every time she recovers her strength, she will resist violently, which keeps me fresh, makes me enthusiastic and adds a lot of fun. I really miss it, but unfortunately, since then, there has been no such thing as her."

Speaking of this, he looked at Jiuming, who was still calm, and smiled inexplicably: "Do you know that every time she coexists pain and pleasure, she would shout brother, brother, as if the person on her was not me..."

Bai Yurong didn't know that Jiu Ming, who seemed calm, was about to fall into a state of madness. Every word he said repeatedly cut Jiu Ming's heart like a knife, bringing him the pain like Lingchi over and over again, so painful that Jiu Ming almost wanted to bend down and cry.

What kind of hell did Wenxiu experience? She must have hated me to death.

Jiuming finally took the first step, and his right arm sleeve suddenly shattered and turned into the original demon arm. The demon arm was slender and powerful, very symmetrical, with five claws hanging down randomly.

His eyes suddenly turned scarlet as blood, and a layer of blood that could be seen from the naked eye suddenly appeared on his body. He stepped on every step very hard and firmly. Bai Yurong's words trying to disturb his mood disappeared from his ears.

"Brother and sister are the same, they don't like to listen to others!" Bai Yurong was very dissatisfied with Jiuming's actions that he wanted to do before he finished speaking, but his expression suddenly changed slightly, and he sighed and said:

"Before you die, I will tell you with mercy. In fact, she has always had hope of survival. She has not compromised and resisted violently every time. She wanted to kill me and never tried to commit suicide. She may think that there is hope for life. She is not the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, but the purest girl I have ever seen. To be honest, if it weren't for her hatred that could not be eliminated, I really wanted to keep her by my side..."

"And killing her... was not my intention. Who made her accidentally discovered by Xueyan?"

At this time, Jiuxian had reached half a foot of white jade, and his claws had already been poked out.

Bai Yurong shook her head regretfully, and her thoughts moved slightly. A flame suddenly formed a wall to block Jiu Ming's pace of progress. At the same time, an orange-red fire like a wave surged from under Jiu Ming's feet. I don't know when he would lay it down.

The orange-red fire burned Nine Life, instantly burning his clothes to ashes. Then his skin turned red, and the flames destroyed his demon body from the outside to the inside.

Bai Yurong smiled confidently. It was foreseeable that this raccoon demon would turn into ashes under the fire of his natal power to which he belonged.

However, there was only a dull sound of "swish" in my ears, and there was no pleasant scream. Even if I was in the flames, even if the demon body was about to turn into ashes, the other party's expression had not changed at all.

Not only that, the other party's outstretched claws did not stop, and passed through the fire wall flatly and slowly pierced into his chest. The five demon claws were evenly distributed on the heart, and time became extremely slow as if it was trapped in the mud.

It was not until the sound of the true form of magic body pierced into his ears and a sharp pain came into his mind that Bai Yurong suddenly woke up. He opened his mouth and his spiritual consciousness came out. His mind suddenly realized that he had fallen into the illusion of the raccoon demon since just now, which made his perception hundreds of times slower!

"Is this... the Heavenly Fox?" He looked at Jiuming, who was still burning with calm faces, and he seemed to have no pain at all.

"Can I say something..."

"Bang--"

However, a soft and muffled sound suddenly sounded, Bai Yurong looked down and thought to himself that even the Grand Master could not kill him, but died at the hands of a little monster in the Demon King Realm. Is it retribution?

Then the consciousness sank into the endless darkness, buried the last sentence he wanted to say, and the orange fire dissipated.

The true form of the real person is not invincible, but it is not so fragile. The main reason is that the demonic claws of the Nine Life are wrapped around the demonic claws, which instantly destroys the center that carries the soul. Even if there are amazing magical powers, they cannot be used.

As soon as Bai Yurong died, Jiuming's calm expression finally changed. The blood light disappeared, and his brows twisted into a knot. Because the burned demon body had a large-scale necrosis, the necrotic body became like black charcoal and shattered at a moment of touch. The natal magical power "Jiuli Regeneration Technique" lost its effect for the first time.

Because he was standing on a terraced steep mountain rock, one person, one demon, one died and one seriously injured, he fell to the ground and rolled from the top of the peak into the grass on the plains at the foot of the mountain. But this pain was simply incomparable to heartache.

The so-called sorrow is greater than the death of the heart. When Bai Yurong dies, the desire for survival of Jiuxian is no longer strong. In addition, hearing Wenxiu’s experience with his own ears made him feel sad. As a result, all these supernatural powers were not stimulated independently.

At this moment, Bai Yurong's corpse moved, and a white flower crawling with the aura of death and resentment suddenly grew in the chest that had a hole. Although it was entangled with the aura of death and resentment, it was noble and elegant, pure and flawless, like a white lotus that was untainted from the mud.

Jiuming ignored this scene, and his eyes stared at the clear sky without any hesitation.

"elder brother……"

However, a sound suddenly came from his ear, which shocked his mind. He suddenly looked in the sound, but the source of the sound was the flowers blooming on the corpse.

"Wenxiu..." Jiuming's eyes turned red and tears fell. Because the petals of this flower suddenly fell off, bringing up many crystal pollen, forming a face that was unforgettable, which looked like Yan Wenxiu.

"elder brother……"

Yan Wenxiu's smile is as noble as the white flowers, natural and sunny as that of the deadly resentment.

"You killed him and released my resentment. Thank you, brother..."

Jiuming knelt down on the ground and cried, "Wenxiu is sorry...I'm sorry...I shouldn't have left you back then...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."
Chapter completed!