Jiang Ziyou closed his eyes and did not resist.

I have no regrets in this life as I can walk hand in hand with my master on the road to the underworld.

The sword was about to fall, but was blocked by a flying vine branch. Then, in despair, Jiang Ziyou heard Jiang Niannian's urgent and frustrated voice: "Before your master died, he gave you his blood, flesh and essence. Wasn't it because he hoped that you would live well without relying on forbidden techniques?!"

"Don't you want to be a great sword master like your master?"

"It's not the last moment, so it doesn't matter if you just throw away your life like this!"

Jiang Ziyu suddenly opened his eyes and looked over.

Her eyes flashed with the ripples of water caused by the breeze, bringing Jiang Ziyu back to his senses from his great grief.

He quickly picked up the sword on the ground and blocked Liu Xichuan's next attack.

The two swords collided with a clang, and the friction between the blades produced sparks that were fleeting.

The battle with Wen Shili just now had already left Liu Xichuan seriously injured. His sword-drawing speed was obviously much slower. In addition, one of his eyes was blinded by Yin Ci. Jiang Ziyu stabbed him in the thigh with a backhanded sword, then grabbed Wen Shili's waist and quickly retreated.

"As expected, like master, like disciple! Don't be afraid, everyone. Wen Shili is already dead. They won't be able to hold on for much longer!" Liu Xichuan was furious and ordered the monks to kill him.

There are too many monks from the four major sects coming this time.

After Wen Shili's death, more cultivators turned their attention to Yin Buqi, the evil spirit of the underworld.

His body was already covered with scales, but his red eyes were like those of a demon, flashing with bloodthirsty cruelty.

The wind suddenly rose from the ground, shattering the thousands of sharp swords that were stabbing at it, and sending countless fragments in all directions.

However, as humans, they will get tired and their spiritual power will be exhausted. After a long fight, several people finally couldn't continue. Their physical strength could not keep up. They all suffered varying degrees of injuries, and their sophisticated swordsmanship also began to show flaws.

He could only rely on his keen sense of danger accumulated over the years to dodge the thunderous killing.

Everyone is busy with their own business.

As the day drew to a close, the chill grew worse.

Jiang Niannian raised her hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with red eyes.

Am I really going to die here today?

But.

Even if there is no other way, she will stay with Yin Buqi. She will never accept her fate until the last moment!

Yin Buqi turned his head and saw Jiang Niannian covered in blood, and was slightly stunned.

The words Hua Shuhe heard and Tang Murou's words kept coming to mind...

"Those who are chosen by the evil spirits will have their six relatives killed. The fate of a mortal cannot bear a calamity star like you!"

Could it be that he really is... a dark evil species?

Will he kill Nian Nian?

Yin Buqi inexplicably developed a sense of urgency. He was afraid that before he could do anything, the thing he wanted most in his life, the person he loved most, would be gone in the blink of an eye.

While he was in a trance, Yin Buqi's right arm was stabbed with a sword. He suddenly woke up, but his pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw a woman approaching cautiously from behind Jiang Niannian, holding a dagger tightly in both hands, with hatred in her eyes, "It's all your fault!"

"Nian Nian!"

In a split second, the extremely sharp short sword, which was filled with poison, pierced through the young and strong body without any deviation.

Jiang Niannian was stunned.

Yin Buqi was stunned.

Meiqiu and Jiang Ziyu, who were standing by, were also stunned when they noticed this.

Yin Ci leaned forward suddenly, and blood spurted out from his chest and landed on Jiang Niannian's face.

The real fishy heat made her feel so cold.

"Yin Ci!!!"

“Ooooooo!!!”

Tang Murou stood there in a daze, her hands stained with blood. She shook her head slowly, looking at the scene in disbelief, her body trembling.

She was just afraid that her premonition that Jiang Niannian would take away everything from her would come true.

Ever since Jiang Niannian appeared, she had less and less... She didn't want to kill Yin Ci.

"I...I didn't mean to kill you...I wanted to kill Jiang Nian..."

The words suddenly stopped there, and a pale hand stretched out suddenly, penetrating her body coldly and quickly.

She lowered her head. There was not a drop of blood on her white and green dress, but there were several slender fingers with bulging veins extending from her abdomen.

Yin Buqi's handsome face was stained with red blood, and his long black hair fluttered in the wind and snow, like a devil from hell: "You! Deserve! To! Die!"

Tang Murou only felt a wave of fear sweeping up from the bottom of her heart, but that fear had not yet turned into a scream.

She had been thrown aside like a rag, and at that moment, blood gushed out of her body like a fountain.

Tang Xuanye caught her: "Rou Rou!"

He didn't keep an eye on his sister for just a moment and she became like this!

Yin Ci gritted his teeth and pulled out the dagger, his handsome and tender face slightly twisted by pain.

Jiang Niannian's tears welled up instantly: "Yin Ci... I... I'm sorry..."

"Sister-in-law, don't say sorry... If anything happens to you... my brother... will be sad..."

He placed his blood-stained hand on Jiang Niannian's shoulder: "Sister-in-law... take my brother... away..."

Jiang Niannian's heart sank: "Yin Ci, what are you going to do?! Don't do anything stupid, maybe we can get out alive..."

"Sister-in-law, I can't leave!" Bright red liquid continued to flow out of Yin Ci's abdomen. He spat out a mouthful of blood and said softly and urgently, his voice like a hanging thread: "If there is a chance... help me... rescue my mother."

As he said this, he ran with all his strength towards the monks who were pouring in again.

At this moment, everyone knew what he was going to do.

"Fuck him, get out of the way, he's going to blow himself up!"

"Get out of the way!"

Before he finished speaking, the monk who had spoken felt his feet empty and his whole body suspended slightly in the air.

Click——

Something in Jiang Niannian's mind suddenly froze. She opened her mouth woodenly, but no words came out.

Yin Bushi's anger surged up, just like the time in Qinghe Town, he couldn't help but want to destroy this place and burn all those who didn't deserve to die.

Yin Buqi's eyes turned red: "Yin Ci, get out of here!"

"Yin Ci, come back!!!"

"Yin--ci!"

“Ouch!”

Yin Ci's eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot: "Brother! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!"

He had everything since he was a child, but his brother had been wandering outside for so many years and he was seriously injured. It was impossible for him to get out alive, so let him create a glimmer of hope for others.

Just for the sake of that thought in my heart, I am not afraid of the road to the underworld, but in the end, there are still some regrets...

“Ouch—”

Jiang Niannian did not stop. Countless vines rolled up the other two people and the beast and ran in the opposite direction.

"Sacrifice your body and blood, and explode your spirit body!"

A huge amount of spiritual power surged out, surging like a tsunami, shocking the monks present and affecting the area tens of thousands of miles around. Many monks present were actually shocked and took several steps back. Those with unstable foundations vomited blood on the spot, terrified for a moment.

But the self-detonation of the physical body would never have such a great power!

What kind of courage does this take? Even the soul exploded.

The passion illuminates the sunset, and the heroism buries the character.

The earth shook, the wind blew snow, and cracks slowly appeared on the surface of Wuchang Mountain.

When everything returned to calm, there was no trace of Jiang Niannian and the others.