Yinluo cried and wanted to help Di Yan Ge.
But because of the sword on her body, she didn't know where to put her hands.
"Brother Yan, why are you so stupid? Are you okay?"
Looking at the two people standing together, at this moment, Xing Hen felt bitterly that he might never be able to compare to Di Yange's position in Yinluo's heart.
He turned around and glanced at Xiao Jue, who was also dumbfounded.
Both brothers are poor people who are about to lose their loved ones.
Di Yange pulled Yinluo to sit down together.
"I'm fine. You just used up too much energy, don't get too excited. The more excited you are, the faster your spiritual energy will drain."
However, seeing Di Yange's white clothes constantly oozing blood, how could Yinluo not be excited.
"Brother Yan, what should we do about your injury? Take off your clothes quickly and let me help you heal it."
Yinluo said as she was about to pull off Di Yange's clothes.
However, no one knew what material the clothes were made of, as there was not a single thread loose and no openings.
Obviously, this piece of clothing should be a very good magical weapon.
But now with this magic weapon, she couldn't heal her injuries at all. How could she not be anxious?
Yinluo's eyes turned red with anxiety: "Brother Yan, please take off your clothes quickly and let me see your wound."
"Really. This injury is nothing. I'm used to it."
Di Yange directly and domineeringly grabbed Yinluo's two restless hands.
"It's just an ice sword. Once it disappears, I'll just take some medicine."
"But……"
Yinluo looked at the ice sword that pierced through her chest.
It's creepy no matter how you look at it.
"Please help me go and check on that child. Although I helped extend his life, his life span is a bit fragile. He can only accept the five years I gave him."
"Five years? Doesn't that mean you've lost fifty years of life?"
As she spoke, Yinluo's eyes turned red again.
Di Yange looked at her sadly and said, "Normally, I still have more than 1,900 years to live."
In fact, she had considered dying of old age.
But she couldn't wait even a hundred years.
What’s more, it has been more than 1,900 years now, and life is simply unbearable.
This time, the gain can be said to be nothing.
Even his life span was shortened by only fifty years.
The only gain was a hint of heaven's curse.
And the sword didn't hit any vital parts. To her, it was just like a little skin break, which was no big deal at all.
After hearing this, Yinluo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Only then did he go over to help her take care of Mo Changsheng.
Di Yange sat on the ground and looked at Xiao Jue who was still standing there stupidly.
Puzzled, he asked, "Xiao Jue, why did you want to kill Mo Changsheng? He didn't seem to have offended you."
Speaking of this, Xiao Jue was filled with anger.
"I can kill an ordinary person if I want to."
"Wait, listen to me." Seeing that the two sides were about to have a conflict, Xinghen rushed to Di Yange and knelt down to help Xiao Jue explain, "Uncle Master, killing that kid was actually my idea. It had nothing to do with Master. In fact, Master has always been to you..."
"Xinghen, shut up."
Xiao Jue immediately interrupted Xing Hen's words.
It would be fine to say these words in front of him on a normal day.
But she must never be allowed to know.
Di Yange was curious and gossipy: "Xinghen, please continue."
Xing Hen was conflicted again, but for the sake of his boss, he decided to disobey him once.
"In fact, Master has always been to you, Uncle Master..."
Di Yange was listening with confusion, but found that the cultivators led by Elder Fei had already come over supporting each other.
Although these people have lost a lot of spiritual power, they are numerous.
Just when both sides thought they were about to engage in a life-and-death fight, Di Yange suddenly smiled like a fox.
"Are you all here? You're not here to fight, are you? It's just that your cultivation levels are much higher. How about this, for the sake of fairness, let's unify our cultivation levels."
This is really a good time.
She can't wait.
But the difference in cultivation between the two sides was too great, and she was afraid that the system would judge her as seeking death.
Then we have to be fair.
Since everyone has the same level of cultivation, it would be much more reasonable to fight.
"You bastard, what nonsense are you talking about? Today is the day you die."
"court death."
When the cultivators were about to rush over, Xiao Jue and his companions were already prepared to fight to the death.
Suddenly, everyone found that they could no longer use their spiritual power.
How can we fight this?
"Boy, what have you done again?" The cultivators were furious.
"Sorry, I forgot to activate the Soul Forbidden Formation. Now it's all right. Everyone can experience what it's like to be a mortal."
Di Yange sat there, smiling sincerely.
The injured cultivators were so angry that they vomited blood on the spot.
As Di Yange laughed, he finally succeeded in spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Without the support of spiritual power, this injury is indeed a bit difficult to bear.
"You...you can control the formation, so you must have a way to get out."
Elder Fei pointed at Di Yange excitedly.
Di Yange just gave him a provocative smile.
"Of course, there is a way to get out of my own formation. Unless you kill me, I won't tell you."
The cultivators were all furious, their faces twisted with anger.
At this moment, not to mention those cultivators, even Xiao Jue felt very angry.
So when those cultivators rushed up, Xiao Jue did not take action.
Just watched indifferently from the side.
Watching Di Yange let Yinluo protect Mo Changsheng and leave, watching her face the anger of a group of cultivators alone.
Xiao Jue, who was outside the light curtain, looked at himself inside with hatred.
At this moment, he and Mo Changliu had the same mood, both wishing they could beat their former selves to death.
Especially when he thought about what was about to happen in the future, he wanted to rush in and strangle the former him to death.
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