"Xiuer! Xiuer, what's wrong with you?!" Yan Qianli looked at Yan Xiu who was lying on the ground with great anxiety, because he knew Yan Xiu's personality too well.

If it weren't for the fact that it was impossible for Yan Xiu to stand firm, it would be absolutely impossible for him to fall to the ground with Yan Xiu's determination.

He wanted to take action, and tried to stop Fang Zhengzhi's sword, because Yan Xiu seemed too painful now, and the pain seemed to come from his soul.

But can he stop it?

cannot!

It’s not because he can’t do it, but because he believes that Fang Zhengzheng is impossible to kill Yan Xiu, even if Yan Xiu is in great pain now.

"Xiu... I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you..." Dao Xin also fell softly to the ground at this moment, holding Yan Xiu with both hands tightly on his face: "It's my selfishness that makes you suffer all the pain, and now you should be liberated... Yes, what reason do I have to prevent you from liberating?"

"Daoxin, what are you going to do?" Yan Xiu's body trembled, his eyes fixed on Daoxin's body, and one hand tightly grasped Daoxin's arm.

"After so long, do you still call me Daoxin?" Daoxin's expression darkened, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes, like rain, like a waterfall, or like a river.

This is an extreme sadness, but no one knows where the sadness of the Taoist heart comes from, whether it is loss, unwillingness, or the infection of bloody tears.

"Tao..." Yan Xiu's words only said one word and stopped. There seemed to be a kind of hesitation, a kind of hesitation that was extremely difficult to understand.

And at this moment, Fang Zhengzheng's sword also arrived, and the silver rainstorm in the sky gathered wildly towards the sword in his hand at this moment.

Finally, it turned into a little silver light.

It was a star, a star that was enough to illuminate the sky, and that star was floating in front of the throat of the heart of Tao. Just a little further forward can be achieved.

"I can't let her die!" Just as the stars condensed, Yan Xiu's voice also sounded again. It was a kind of madness, a kind of madness that was pressed to the limit.

"Boom!" A bloody light rushed up.

In that blood light, there was no darkness before, only bright red, bright red like blood, and a cold breath that seemed to be frozen in the air.

But such a scene fell in Yan Qianli's eyes, which was full of shock.

"Xu'er's fallen Shura... seems to have solved it?!" Yan Qianli was immersed in Shura's path all his life, so how could he not see the changes in Yan Xiu's aura?

That pure red.

It is the most extreme manifestation of Shura Dao, where there is no darkness like an abyss, or that darkness has turned red.

"As I fall into Shura, is it solved?" Dao's painful expression also trembled obviously after hearing Yan Qianli's voice, and there was extreme disbelief in his eyes.

Because, in order to allow Yan Xiu to truly master the ultimate Shura Taoist path, she didn't know how much effort she had spent, but the effect was still not too great.

As a last resort, she could only concentrate two completely different abilities in one place.

At this point, Yan Xiu's Shura Taoism became one black and one red, and the two energies gathered on Yan Xiu at the same time, and its strength could be said to have greatly increased.

However, the backlash is also worse.

Of course, it is not difficult to suppress the backlash with their medical skills. However, some things can only be treated with symptoms but not the root cause.

But now...

The aura on Yan Xiu's body was obviously extremely pure.

In that bright red, there was no trace of darkness. It was very pure Shura, like the supreme god of killing standing in the sky.

"Bang!" Just as Dao Xin and Yan Qianli were extremely surprised, the bright red blood light soaring into the sky also turned into a huge palm and slapped Fang Zhengzhi's body.

This made Fang Zhengzhi's body involuntarily retreat five steps back.

Moreover, the five steps on the ground formed five footprints that were one inch deep, and the rocks in the footprints were completely stepped into powder.

"Senior Mengtian!" Mu Qingfeng exclaimed.

He did not want to see Daoxin killed by "Mengtian", but he did not want "Mengtian" to be killed or injured in the battle with Yan Xiu.

Very contradictory psychology.

But this is what Mu Qingfeng thought at this moment.

It was not only his thoughts, but also the thoughts in the minds of all the disciples of the Human Alliance, because "Mengtian" is now their last hope.

"It's okay." Fang Zhengzhi waved his hand, pressing Pingyang who was rushing over with one hand, and at the same time, he slowly handed Yun Qingwu to Pingyang: "Be careful that the demon army suddenly appeared."

"Well, I know." Pingyang nodded, immediately took Yun Qingwu over, and then silently retreated to Yan Qianli, Wu Yuer and others.

"Yun Qingwu?!"

"It's really Yun Qingwu?"

"It seems like I've fainted? Why don't we take this opportunity to kill her?"

The disciples of the Human Alliance around him looked at Yun Qingwu who was holding Pingyang's arms, and each of them stretched their heads and started to talk.

"Shut up!" Pingyang shouted softly.

"..." The disciples of the Human Alliance looked at me one by one, and I looked at you. They really wanted to say, Who are you?

However, they still didn't say this sentence after all, because although Pingyang was covered with a black facial scarf, they still realized that Pingyang was a "Mengtian" person.

Such a person...

They don't dare to offend them.

After all, offending her is equivalent to offending "Mengtian", and the result of offending "Mengtian" is already obvious. This can be proved by the corpse of the Taoist soul on the earth.

"That shameless... no, senior, won't you kill her?" Wu Yu'er naturally saw Pingyang's identity from Pingyang's eyes, but she didn't understand why Fang Zhengzhi grabbed Yun Qingwu and did not kill him. Instead, she deliberately handed Yun Qingwu to Pingyang.

"Can't be killed for the time being." Pingyang did not explain much.

"Yeah, I understand." Wu Yu'er nodded, but it seemed that she was still a little uncomfortable. One hand seemed to be casually stretched out and landed on Yun Qingwu's chest. Then, she grabbed it hard: "Hmph...that...can't you really like her, right?"

Wu Yu'er's voice is very small, only Pingyang can hear it.

Her little movements naturally could not escape Pingyang's eyes, but Pingyang did not stop it. Instead, she pinched Yun Qingwu's arm with her hand.

"If you really like him, I will strangle him to death!" Pingyang bulged his mouth, and there was also a sense of dissatisfaction in his clear eyes.

"Hehe... who are you going to strangle to death?" Wu Yuer covered her mouth and smiled secretly, her face was slightly rosy, and she looked so charming that it made people feel pity.

"You have to care." Pingyang glanced at Wu Yu'er, and then a light flashed in Qingche's eyes: "As far as I know, did you force that guy to marry in Beishan Village? Or did you borrow Aunt Xuelian's hand. This princess warns you that with Sister Yan here, you are just thinking about it!"

"Is Chi Guyan? She is amazing, it's a pity... she has become the sleeping beauty Luo." When Wu Yu'er heard this, her eyes turned slightly and she replied unwillingly.

"That's not your turn!"

"Why is it not the turn?"

"Do you want to fight?"

"Isn't it just a small holy realm? What's so great about it? There are several under the sect leader. If you can't fight alone, you are not the opponent of the sect leader!"

"Is that so? Have you forgotten that I am or the young master of Lingyun Tower?"

"Awesome, but you have a small breast!"

"..." Pingyang's face turned red suddenly. He looked down at his chest, then looked at Wu Yu'er, and the anger was obviously unstoppable.

"Look, the demon army is coming!" Just as Pingyang was about to go wild, Wu Yu'er suddenly pointed behind Pingyang in panic.

"So fast?" Pingyang subconsciously turned around, and then found that behind her was empty, there was no army of demons, and there was not even a personal shadow.

In an instant, Pingyang knew that he had been fooled.

Just as he was about to slap Wu Yu'er directly, he found that Wu Yu'er had already arrived behind Saint Tianxu and Yan Qianli, with a leisurely expression on his face.

"Damn it!" Ping Yang was about to curse again when he heard a roar in his ears, which also made her focus focus on the position in the field again.

Then, Pingyang's pink and tender mouth couldn't help but widen.

Because, in the scene, there was a figure two feet tall, covered with bright red blood light, covered with blood-colored bright armor.

And in the middle of that figure, there was a figure looming.

It’s Yan Xiu!

"Huh? Can Yan Xiu become so big?" Pingyang was obviously startled because, in her memory, only Fang Zhengzheng liked to do such things.

Use the power of the original source to wrap the body, and turn the body into a very huge one. Then, the power of the original source is turned into armor and wrapped around the body, which looks very powerful.

However, this is the power of blood.

Is Yan Xiu's body also the power of blood?

It should be unlikely.

Then what's going on in front of you?

"It's the body that turns into Shura, and even I... can't do it!" Yan Qianli's voice sounded in Pingyang's ears, answering Pingyang's questions.

"Is it powerful to transform into Shura?" Pingyang Tianzhen said.

"After experiencing life and death, he fell into the cycle of hell and reincarnation, he became a fallen Shura. Now, Xiu'er broke through the shackles of his body and regained the way of Shura. His strength was already above me." Yan Qianli did not answer Pingyang's question, but just said to himself.

"Isn't this a normal thing? Just like the Saint of Tianxu, although he calls himself a saint, he can only escape when fighting, and even this princess can't beat him." Pingyang blinked.

“…”

“…”

Yan Qianli's expression froze, and the same expression was the Saint Tianxu standing beside him. The two of them looked at each other and saw the bitterness in both eyes.
To be continued...