Take my luck yesterday?Today, I am cultivating immortals and leading my sect to fly.

Ruan Li just took a few pills, but Qiao Qingyang was eliminated. Ning Huaishu failed to stop him and was seriously injured. He and Bai Qianqian fell together and fell into coma. However, Demon Lord You Lian, who had just been fighting fiercely, actually wanted to escape. It's just that the direction in which he fled was a bit strange. He was heading directly towards the octagonal altar.

Speaking of the altar, she seems to have forgotten something...

"puff!"

Luo Wei was sinking in the pool of blood, unable to move, cursing and calling for help, but after waiting for a long time, someone did come, and it was the ferocious big devil who came!

You Lian's target was obviously not him, so he just waved his sleeves in disgust. Luo Wei was thrown out like a dead fish. He fell more than ten meters away and vomited blood in embarrassment.

His eyes were distracted, and he grabbed someone's clothes. His voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, "Help me——"

Yue Man glanced at him, pulled out the corner of his clothes, and pretended not to hear.

Now everyone's attention was on You Lian, and no one could care about Luo Wei who fainted. After throwing Luo Wei into the pool of blood, You Lian frantically rummaged around in the pool and picked up one in the blink of an eye. Something comes out.

That's a person.

After being sunk in the pool of blood for too long, the man was almost stained with blood. He was as thin as a piece of paper, and the skin and flesh on his body were tightened on the bones. At first glance, he looked like a rotten skeleton, and he looked like he was carrying an object. He was carrying this thing like a baby, and when he turned around, people could see his face clearly——

A beautiful and beautiful woman's face.

Ruan Li suddenly thought of a name, "Wenchu..."

You Lian was now in disarray. He was carrying the most important things and wanted to escape, but a gust of cold wind hit him behind him. He thought it was the young monks who were unwilling to give up, but when he turned his head, he was faced with another woman's face.

It's Hongling.

Her face was an abnormally bright red, her black hair was flying, her previously mean facial features were twisted and ferocious, and there was deep hatred in her eyes when she looked at You Lian.

"Give Wenchu ​​back to me!!"

She was possessed by others, and her body and temperament were already being transformed. She seemed to be unconscious, but she was staring straight at the female corpse in You Lian's hand, her eyes tearing open.

You Lian raised his hand to throw her away, and finally recognized the face that was vague in his memory, "So you are the little girl who has a good relationship with Wenchu."

When he met her back then, she was just a teenage girl. You Lian had long forgotten about this persona.

Hong Ling rushed up like a madman. Her strength was still inferior compared to You Lian's, but she still had no intention of stopping. "You lied to her and killed her!"

"Why do you want to kill her? You can have anything you want. Why do you want to kill her?"

You Lian looked at her condescendingly, Wen Chu's body swaying slightly in his hand, like a butterfly with broken wings.

He said contemptuously, "What I want is for her to die, but she is not up to par, and even after she dies, she fails to give me what I want."

Hongling's eyes widened, her eyes were red but she did not shed a single tear. She recalled the days when she and Wenchu ​​got along. She was different from herself. She was the kindest and simplest girl in Zuihuanlou. The two of them had been dependent on each other for decades, until one day She said she had met someone she could trust for the rest of her life and she was leaving.

Once you leave, you will never come back.

You Lian turned around to leave, but Hongling was completely transformed into a demon and gave him a heavy blow when he rose from the ground.

He finally lost his patience and planned to spend some effort to deal with this blind woman before leaving.

With a move that had accumulated [-]% of his power, Hong Ling was unable to bear it anymore. He fell to the ground and couldn't even spit out blood. He seemed to have died silently.You Lian thought that the troublesome matter was finally solved. Now he was confused and worried. He didn't dare to stay for a long time and was ready to leave.

"Hold on."

This sound was said by Ruan Li.

The current situation is really not good. Most of the people present who can fight are seriously injured. There is only one Gu Qingfei left. He is not a disciple in the competition and cannot interfere too much. There is also Wei Min, who deliberately hides his strength. He is facing another He was an acquaintance, he had no desire to win, and he had no intention of taking action again. Ruan Li stood out among a bunch of idle, weak, and disabled people.

Although her face was pale, her body was covered in blood, and she looked like she would collapse if she was poked.

Ruan Li coughed twice, and a wave of warmth threatened to well up her throat, but she gritted her teeth to hold it back.

She glanced at the silent red caltrop on the ground, and a smile actually appeared on her blood-stained face. Her almond-shaped eyes were half-curved, showing a sense of intelligence, and her tone was completely different from her appearance, arrogant and provocative, "Why run?" , like a bereaved dog.”

The Demon Lord is gone, and the Demon Realm is in chaos. A soulless dilettante like You Lian is a lost dog. This really hurts him.

You Lian laughed angrily, his face gloomy and terrifying, and he took the trident in his hand again, "Ignorant boy... Since you are looking for death, I will satisfy you!"

The turmoil that had just subsided suddenly turned into twists and turns. Ruan Li was obviously working hard, completely ignoring the gap in strength between the two. She knew that You Lian's strength must have declined after these few rounds of battles. When she faced him, Even if his hair was numb, he refused to retreat, and continued to attack with his demonic body.

"Isn't he just a demon king? How dare you survive even though your master is dead?"

"That's all you have? Was Qiong Ming blind when he accepted you as his younger brother?"

It is worthy of being able to accompany Demon Lord Qiong Ming to fight to the last moment. As a younger brother, he is loyal to the boss. Qiong Ming is an idol-like existence in You Lian's heart. At this moment, Ruan Li stabbed him with a few words and laughed sinisterly. He couldn't hold on any longer and immediately broke through the defense.

"How dare you speak rudely to the Demon Lord!"

Ruan Li looked at him like a die-hard fan who was trying to protect his idol's image. He smiled very lively and cheerfully, "So what? The grass on your Demon Lord's grave must be three feet high, right?"

The Zhaoshuang Sword was firmly pressed against the trident, and the spiritual power was consumed rapidly. Ruan Li said without bitterness at all, "Oh no, it is said that the demon king's soul was scattered when he died, and he didn't even have a grave."

"To shut up!!"

You Lian went completely crazy and stared at Ruan Li, as if he wanted to disembowel her to make amends to the Demon Lord.

The two sides fought fiercely, and Ruan Li was obviously at a disadvantage. He suffered more and more injuries. Sometimes he was forced to withdraw his strength after even failing to use a single move, and his spiritual power was weak and weak.

Even so, she didn't stop verbally attacking.

Gu Qingfei had never seen such a style of play in his decades of life. He was shocked and admired at the same time. He felt that Ruan Li might even lose his life if he did this, let alone crushing the nameplate.

He looked at Wei Min who was standing aside with no intention of intervening, "Aren't you going to help?"

Aren't these two brothers and sisters?

Wei Min never took his eyes away from Ruan Li, his brows were furrowed and his expression was cold.

"No help."

Gu Qingfei's eyes were even more confused. He really couldn't understand what these people were thinking. What kind of plastic love was this?