Chapter 225 You must have a way to get out

Yinluo cried and wanted to help Di Yange.

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, Xinghen felt bitterly that he might never be able to compare with Di Yange's position in Yinluo's heart.

He turned around and glanced at Xiao Jue, who was also dumbfounded.

They were both brothers, poor people who were about to lose their loved ones.

Di Yange pulled Yinluo to sit down together.

"I'm fine. You just consumed too much energy, don't be too excited. The more excited you are, the faster your spiritual power will be lost."

However, looking at Di Yange's white clothes that were constantly bleeding, how could Yinluo not be excited.

"Brother Yan, what should we do with your wound? Take off your clothes quickly and let me heal you."

Yinluo said as she was about to pull off Di Yange's clothes.

However, no one knew what material the clothes were made of. There was not a single thread or opening.

Obviously, this piece of clothing should be a very good magic weapon.

But now that she had this magic weapon, she couldn't heal her wound at all. How could she not be anxious?

Yinluo's eyes turned red with anxiety: "Brother Yan, take off your clothes quickly and let me see your wound."

"Really. This injury is nothing. I'm used to it."

Di Yange directly grabbed Yinluo's two restless hands domineeringly.

"It's just an ice sword. When the ice sword disappears, I'll take some pills."

"But..."

Yinluo looked at the ice sword that pierced her chest. It's

scary no matter how I look at it.

"Please help me go and check on the child. Although I helped him extend his life, his life is a little short. He can only accept the five years of life I gave him."

"Five years? Then you have lost fifty years of life?"

Yinluo's eyes were red again.

Di Yange looked at her sadly and said, "Normally, I still have more than 1,900 years of life." In fact

, she had considered dying of old age.

But she couldn't even wait for a hundred years.

What's more, now there are more than 1,900 years, and life is simply unbearable.

This time, the gain can be said to be nothing.

Even the life span is only reduced by 50 years.

The only gain is an extra trace of the Heavenly Dao Curse.

And the sword didn't hurt her vital parts. To her, it was just like a little skin breakage, not a big deal at all.

After hearing this, Yin Luo

finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she went to help her look after Mo Changsheng.

Di Yange sat on the ground and looked at Xiao Jue who was still standing there stupidly. He

asked in confusion: "Xiao Jue, why did you want to kill Mo Changsheng? He didn't seem to have offended you."

Speaking of this, Xiao Jue was only filled with anger.

"He is just an ordinary person, I can kill him if I want."

"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, "Master uncle, actually it was my idea to kill that boy, it has nothing to do with Master. In fact, Master has always been to you..."

"Xinghen, shut up."

Xiao Jue interrupted Xinghen immediately.

These words, on weekdays, can be said in front of him.

But she is not allowed to know.

Di Yange was curious and gossipy: "Xinghen, you continue."

Xinghen was entangled again, but for the sake of his boss, he decided to disobey him once.

"In fact, Master has always said to you, Uncle Master..."

Di Yange was listening in confusion, but she found that the cultivators led by Elder Fei had come over with each other's support.

Although these people's spiritual power was greatly reduced, they were in large numbers.

Just when both sides thought they were going to have a life-and-death fight, Di Yange suddenly smiled like a fox.

"Are you all here? You are not here to fight. It's just that your cultivation levels are too high. How about this, for the sake of fairness, let's unify our cultivation levels."

This is really a good time.

She couldn't wait.

But the difference in cultivation levels between the two sides was too great, and she was afraid that the system would judge her as seeking death.

Then she had to be fair.

If everyone has the same cultivation level, it would be much more reasonable to fight.

"You idiot, what are you talking about? Today is the day you die."

"You're looking for death."

When the cultivators were about to rush over, even Xiao Jue and others were ready to fight to the death.

Suddenly, everyone found that they could not use their spiritual power.

How to fight?

"Boy, what did you do again?" The cultivators were furious.

"Sorry, I just forgot to activate the forbidden spirit formation. Now it's all right, everyone can experience the feeling of being a mortal."

Di Yange sat there, smiling sincerely.

The injured cultivators were so angry that they spurted blood on the spot.

And Di Yange smiled and finally succeeded in spurting blood.

Without the maintenance of spiritual power, this injury is indeed a bit difficult to bear.

"You... you can control the formation, so you must have a way out."

Elder Fei pointed at Di Yange excitedly.

Di Yange just gave him a smile that deserved a beating.

"My own formation naturally has a way out. Unless you kill me, I won't tell you."

The cultivators were furious, their faces twisted with anger.

At this time, not to mention those cultivators, even Xiao Jue felt very angry.

So when those cultivators rushed up, Xiao Jue did not take action.

He just watched indifferently.

He watched Di Yange let Yinluo protect Mo Changsheng and leave, and watched her deal with the anger of a group of cultivators alone.

Xiao Jue, who was outside the light curtain, looked at himself inside with hatred.

At this time, he and Mo Changliu had the same mood, and they both wanted to 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 his former self to death.