Chapter 474: Zuo Chunhui

The Yantian Sect has 10,000 people.

Five thousand wooden butterflies have been found.

The remaining half.

Ye Xingzhou only has one stick of incense left.

Ye Xingzhou was breathing rapidly.

His hands quickly searched for the wooden butterfly.

A thousand pieces are not it, but a hundred pieces are it.

The ordinary wooden butterfly that had been scratching Ye Xingzhou's hands was now full of cuts.

The cut was bleeding.

Every patch you touch will be stained.

Ye Xingzhou searched as fast as he could, as if he didn't feel any pain.

Sitting on the eaves in the wind and rain, bathing in the blood-red moonlight, smiling at the person who was frantically looking for wooden butterflies on the ground.

The blood-stained face, the red complexion, and the flustered movements are so beautiful.

As the wind and rain came, I swayed my feet and hummed a tune happily.

"The incense is already half burned."

The blood on my hands and the blood flowing from the tip of my nose couldn't be stopped.

The butterflies are red, and I look for them one by one.

How to find it!!!

How is he going to find all the wooden butterflies!!!

Ye Xingzhou's brain was about to explode.

The fingers seemed not to belong to him, and the cramps formed twisted arcs.

The spreading pain in the tendons and veins, the soreness in the dantian, and the pain of a scratched palm.

The third layer of spiritual power barrier began to break through at this inopportune time.

Anxious and on the verge of collapse, his tendons and veins ached with pain as his spiritual energy repeatedly collided with his dantian.

This body seemed to no longer belong to Ye Xingzhou.

want to.

Die immediately.

Ye Xingzhou looked back in despair.

The people standing still in the air, Meng Zhi who was running towards him anxiously, their companions, their fellow disciples, and their elders.

Their eyes gradually climbed up to immortality.

How can I give up!!!

They were all in this situation because of him.

Ye Xingzhou didn't care about the pain in his hand. He had to hurry, faster, and he would definitely find it.

I will definitely find everyone's soul.

Yes.

The sound of wind and rain rang out again.

"A stick of incense, burned out."

Ye Xingzhou immediately built a barrier to protect the pile of butterflies.

"Don't even think about it! Don't even think about hurting them!"

Feng Yulai ignored the barrier and came directly to Ye Xingzhou.

Just like that day when Ye Xingzhou ignored the demonic aura of the demon bone and walked up to Lu Yue easily.

"What should I do?"

Feng Yulai asked with a smile, "How are you going to save your fellow disciples?"

Ye Xingzhou's eyes became fierce, he raised the sword with both hands, and slashed at the wind and rain like a madman.

Talismans, magic tools, all used at once.

Ye Xingzhou now only wants to kill Feng Yulai.

Every moment, every second.

I just want to kill Feng Yulai.

“Go to hell!!!”

"Why."

A sigh came from behind me.

Ye Xingzhou gasped and turned back suddenly.

The wind and rain came and appeared behind him intact.

"It's a pity you can't kill me."

Ye Xingzhou's heels were numb and he could hardly stand.

The third level of cultivation barrier was broken, and this happened again.

It is so painful that you want to die, but you have to give birth.

When the wind and rain come, the wooden butterflies on the ground turn into powder in an instant with a flick of the fingertips.

There, lying quietly, was a head without a sphenoid bone.

This is the sixth player.

"What to do? It seems like you will just die here with them."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp weapon flew past.

Pierce his heart.

Blood dripped down.

When the wind and rain come, I smile.

"who?"

No one responded.

He was frozen in place by the sharp weapon.

The pair of white eyes instantly looked at Ye Xingzhou, "Where did you get the jade bone?"

In front of Ye Xingzhou was a bone fan that was shining with light.

The fan bones seemed to have consciousness, floating in the air flexibly and turning into a sharp weapon.

The wind and rain came into his constricted pupils, penetrating his internal organs.

Those sharp weapons are jade bone fans.

The jade fan was taken apart, and each rib pierced through the body of Fengyu again and again.

When the wind and rain came, it was instantly turned into a shower head.

A shadow took shape, white hair brushed past his eyes, and soft eyes passed through his heart.

It’s Zuo Chunhui.

The bones of the jade bone fan also belong to Zuo Chunhui.

"Don't be afraid, your Yang energy is just temporarily unable to restrain him."

Blood dripped along the fingertips and the wound.

Ye Xingzhou was covered in blood, his hands hanging limply at his sides.

Unable to focus eyes.

He could only vaguely see a shadow, a strand of white hair, and a voice that he had not heard for a long time.

Who is it.

It’s Zuo Chunhui.

The jade bone fan was made by Zuo Chunhui by cutting bones.

The one who nurtured Ye Xingzhou's consciousness and eliminated the backlash was always the scattered soul in front of him.

There is no such thing as a jade bone fan that can wake up the mind, it is the scattered soul that blocks everything.

Having endured too much backlash, Zuo Chunhui's soul is so weak now.

Ye Xingzhou was stunned.

A hoarse, trembling voice escaped from his throat.

"I……"

"I can't break the deadlock."

"I can't break it."

Every word I said felt like a knife was sliding across my throat.

Even when he was covered in wounds, Ye Xingzhou never cried out in pain.

He just calmly collapsed.

Say it calmly, the situation cannot be resolved.

Two drops of bloody tears flowed from his dry eyes, mixing with the blood flowing from his mouth and nose.

Until the silver-white hair became the warm spring breeze, and the dissipated soul turned into a wisp of essence and merged into Ye Xingzhou's body.

Repair the bloody wounds bit by bit and repair the crumbling heart of Tao.

"Ye Jinghe."

The call was like spring water, rippling out waves, and the ripples were like golden-scaled fish leaping.

"I told you that you're not the only one on this road."

"I also said that there will be a way to survive."

Ye Xingzhou's eyes trembled as he listened carefully to the sound of the wind passing by his ears.

"The wind and rain are lying to you."

"When Lu Yue was changing his demon bones, he temporarily used Lu Yue's fate."

The extremely yang energy can only restrain the wind and rain of the extremely yin body.

The wind and rain came because they were afraid of Ye Xingzhou.

It's just that he's too good at lying.

From misleading and seducing words to confusing actions.

He made Ye Xingzhou overlook a crucial clue.

Why would Feng Yulai lure Lu Yue into changing into the Demon Bone? Unless Feng Yulai had his eyes on Lu Yue.

When Lu Yue changed into the magic bone, Ye Xingzhou was able to restrain the magic energy of the barrier and restrain Lu Yue completely.

At that time, Lu Yue and Feng Yulai's fate had already been exchanged.

The moment the magic bone was installed, Lu Yue's heart was filled with storms.

Therefore, Feng Yulai left the ghost market against Lu Yue's will and temporarily became a determined demon cultivator.

By manipulating Lu Yue's demonic energy, he could use his own strength to confuse Ye Xingzhou and create the illusion that he could always use demonic energy.

Feng Yu Lai only used Lu Yue's heart energy to temporarily use the magic energy.

So, Fengyulai lied again.

When the storm comes, the main thing is to attack the heart.

Let Ye Xingzhou get lost in the words, collapse in the words, and have his heart shattered in the illusion.

Now, Zuo Chunhui used the jade bone to pierce Feng Yulai's internal organs, and his heart was pierced to pieces.

He left his scattered soul in the jade bone fan, just to appear today, just to break the formation today.

"Ye Jinghe."

In my ears, Zuo Chunhui's voice was gentle and powerful.

He said to Ye Xingzhou.

"Ye Jinghe."

"Take up the sword."

"Kill him."

Ye Xingzhou's dead black eyes finally focused on the soft sword.

He picked up his sword and walked into the wind and rain.

Step by step.

From the staggering instability, from the trembling body.

To firm, heavy steps.

Feng Yulai looked at Ye Xingzhou approaching, with no fear in his eyes.

"Kill me, and the souls of everyone in Yantian Sect will scatter."

Zuo Chunhui only uttered one word.

"kill."

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