Chapter 340
Through the sky black flag, suppress the void, how can trifling mortals escape the ban under the Immortal Cultivator?
Not only is Yang Shanshan's family of three fleeing, there are also a large number of Martial Artists who are fleeing with their family members in the city. What awaits them is the very ruthless killing of the demonic path Immortal Cultivator!
"Little lady, where are you going?"
A demonic path Immortal Cultivator, with several people blocking the way, looked towards Yang Shanshan, Qisen with a bit of abusiveness The cold voice is extremely.
Such a scene makes Yang Shanshan extremely complexion pale. She can fully feel the power of the Immortal Cultivator in front of her, but she still has Sisi in her arms and her mother-in-law behind, no matter what, She also did not allow her close relatives to suffer any harm.
Hey!
Sword glow Xiaokong, a sword pierced out. This is Yang Shanshan’s ultimate blow and the strongest blow, but her cultivation base is Energy Refining Stage, and her attack is in this Immortal In Cultivator's eyes, it was just a child's trick.
Boom!
The palm shadow cracked, Yang Shanshan's chest showed blood marks on five claws, and a lot of blood was continuously sprayed out from her mouth, and the whole person flew back like a kite with a broken thread.
"Mother!"
"Shanshan!"
One old and one young exhaled grief, Sisi threw herself tightly next to mother , Shaking Yang Shanshan's body continuously, the immature crying sounded from her mouth.
"Hmph, the ants, take them to the central square and wait for the three adults to prepare for the blood sacrifice technique."
demonic path Immortal Cultivator coldly snorted, dozen Qi The Refinement Immortal Cultivator quickly carried a family of three like chickens in their hands. Amidst the sound of immature crying, the family of three were taken to the central square of Qingtian Town.
The same thing happened everywhere in the town. A large number of mortals were driven to the central square. Three demonic path Immortal Cultivators sat in the void, calmly overlooking the mortal ants under their feet. The meaning of bloodthirsty and rage.
……
The three-story private school, the courtyard is wide open, and the sound of the outside world screaming to kill Ye Xuan wakes up from his sleep.
Boom!
The door of the room exploded, and several Qi Refinement Immortal Cultivators rushed in. When they saw Ye Xuan's old look on the bed, an Immortal Cultivator frowned said: "This kind of useless Old Guy , The blood essence of his own has long since disappeared, even if the blood sacrifice is brought, it will have no effect, just kill him directly."
The cold sword came out of its sheath and killed him, facing this person. With a fatal blow, Ye Xuan's eyes were in a trance, his brows wrinkled, and there was no panic on his face, just like the Immortal Cultivator in front of him, which did not make him feel any fear.
Hey!
The corpse was separated, the blade glow was horizontal, and a sturdy silhouette suddenly appeared in front of Ye Xuan. This Immortal Cultivator also turned into a headless corpse and fell into a pool of blood.
"Hiss!"
In such a scene, let the rest of Immortal Cultivator suck in a cold breath, but before they acted, Li Han'er's face was grim, and the steel knife in his hand danced wildly, but After a few breaths, several Immortal Cultivators who were not in Qi Refinement 7-Layer were beheaded here.
"Ye Uncle, demonic path cultivation sect wants to slaughter Qingtian Town. You leave here with Han'er quickly."
After Li Han'er said this, I don’t wait for Ye Xuan to react. He directly carried him behind his back, jumped out of the window eaves with a steel knife in his hand, and fled out of the town desperately.
bang!
Without waiting for Li Han'er to escape from the hundred zhang distance, a horrible palm print suppressed him, and directly flew out his body, making Ye Xuan even older Its body, like a bottle gourd, marks several feet in the snow.
"Ye Uncle!"
Li Han'er had blood in his mouth, and his voice was extremely stern. Regardless of his own injury, he looked like a mad tiger, moved towards Ye Xuan and rushed.
In the snow.
Ye Xuan complexion pale, there are no scars on his whole body, but his breath is extremely weak, which also makes Li Haner's tiger eyes appear huge mist.
"Ye Uncle, don't die, don't die." Li Han'er lifted up Ye Xuan's body, her voice choked to the extreme, and the tears on her cheeks were all over her cheeks.
Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at Li Han'er's tear-stained face in front of him. His eyes were extremely confused, and his soul was deeply touched.
"Han'er, Ye Uncle is okay, don't cry."
"Heh!"
"It seems that you are the Qi Refinement in Qingtian Town. The Immortal Cultivator is a layer, but unfortunately you are too weak, but your blood essence is exuberant, and it is suitable for blood sacrifice."
A sneer came, only Seeing a young man wearing a brocade robe strolling over, the eyes looking towards Ye Xuan and Li Han'er seemed even more disdainful.
"I killed you!"
Li Han'er held the knife in his hand, and the unrolled bolt of white silk blade glow whizzed out.
Unfortunately, he is just the ninth floor of the trifling Qi Refinement. Facing the Golden Core cultivator in front of him, how is he an opponent of the opponent?
Boom!
Li Han'er's body flew upside down, with several broken ribs. The young man in brocade sneered constantly, and directly held it in his hand. Without even looking at Ye Xuan, the dying old man, he took Li Han'er towards Go to the central square of Qingtian Town.
Obviously, Ye Xuan's old body, the blood essence in his body was broken, and it was of no use to them. It was to kill this kind of ants by himself. This Golden Core Realm Immortal Cultivator felt that his identity was tainted.
At this time!
Ye Xuan got up from the snow with difficulty, his muddy eyes looked towards the young man in Jinpao, and his trembling body, he chased the opponent staggeringly, as if he was about to fall in the snow at any time In the earth, from then on disappear in the world.
Li Han'er held a lot of blood in his hands by the young man in Jinpao. He looked at Ye Xuan's staggered old body behind him, and his heart-piercing cry sounded in the void.
"Ye Uncle, go, hurry, don't come to Han'er, you have to live well."
cold wind whistling, the world is cold, the young man in brocade is carrying Li Han'er Disappeared, only Ye Xuan's old body shiver coldly in the cold wind!
Ye Xuan stared blankly at the direction of the disappearance of the Jinpao youth, Li Han'er's cry faintly sounded in his ear, and his mood was changing inexplicably.
With muddy eyes, old body, and dying life, Ye Xuan has forgotten who he is, but he has not forgotten, he is Ye Fan, he is Li Han'er’s Uncle, let alone these seventy Bit by bit over the years.
"Han'er can't die, Ye Uncle is here to save you."
The old husky, angry like a gossamer, Ye Xuan struggled forward in the snow, but did not wait for him to walk out about one zhang distance, and fell in the snow again.
Desolate, helpless, lonely and helpless, old body, and dying life are not enough to support him in this snowy and cold sky.
His arms trembled, supporting the snow. The cold ice and snow froze Ye Xuan’s old hands, but he still stood up strong from the snow, and he broke off a branch to support his body With his walking stick, alone is walking in the wind and snow.
cold wind whistling, the world is in the same sadness, Ye Xuan's pace is very slow, but he has been moving forward firmly, but in the wind and snow drifting world, his back is bleak and helpless, making people At a glance, he felt great sorrow in his heart.