Woo woo woo The sound of sobbing sounded, like weeping and complaining, as if a woman was crying in a low voice, which sent chills throughout the body.
Looking at the entire mountain range, the dark wind sweeps through the mountains and forests, passing through the valleys, ravines, and forests, mixed with tears, telling the story of resentment and unwillingness.
"Ah Huan, maybe there are resentful spirits here that have turned into real spirits."
Seeing that in just a few breaths, most of the blood energy of the two True First Realm warriors was swallowed up by the dark wind, Gui Buxian pondered for a moment before speaking.
Suddenly, Gui Buxian went on to say: "The resentful spirits are the gathering of countless resentful thoughts, and they can be born under certain opportunities and coincidences.
However, most of the resentful spirits are like ghosts and have no entity. , only an illusory body, unable to move under the bright sun. " "Look at this dark wind.
Although there are dense trees that cover the sun in the sky, the sun inevitably shines down in the forest.
This dark wind is no longer afraid of the sun.
This shows that the resentful spirit that controls this dark wind may really be A body has been derived.”
In an instant, Qingyang Huan's eyes were like lightning, and he looked towards the dense ancient forest around him.
His eyes pierced through the forest.
He had also obtained from the memories of the two Third-Handed Clan warriors in the Blood Soul Mountain Range.
There is an evil spirit at work.
And it caused a lot of trouble for the Three Hands Clan in the Blood Soul Mountain Range, otherwise the Three Hands Clan warriors stationed deep in the mountains would not have sent these two people to report to Ten Thousand Hands City in the center of the Three Hands Domain.
Moreover, it has been a long time since the resentful spirits appeared here.
After all, even they themselves have lost count of the human races slaughtered by the Three Hands in the mountains.
After countless human races fell, even their souls were extracted and turned into human beings.
However, the resentment before death is getting stronger and stronger.
Now, Yinfeng has entered the depths of the mountains.
When they slaughtered the human race again to extract the blood soul essence, they were attacked by the resentful spirits, so that now they had to report back to Ten Thousand Hands City and ask the king for a decision.
"Where" Qing Yanghuan's eyes kept piercing the void, his body was like electricity, and he kept wandering in the forest.
However, except for the dark wind that swept around him, he couldn't even detect where the resentful spirit was.
"Ah Huan, the resentful spirit is afraid of you."
Gui Buxian, who was following him, made a sound, which made Qingyang Huan a little confused.
"Afraid of me" Immediately after Qingyang Huan restrained his aura, a faint purple-gold divine glow flowed under his shirt.
The spirit body born from the remnants of the human race and the resentment made him feel a sense of compassion.
Buzz Suddenly, Qingyang Huan spoke out, and the purple dots between his brows were crystal clear, exuding a faint human aura of warmth.
Woo woo woo The sobs in the forest became more and more urgent, and the cries became more continuous.
The dark wind swept across Qingyang Huan's body, carrying a timid feeling.
He wanted to get close to his body, but he didn't dare.
Only a weak wave was formed a few feet away from the body.
"Tell you where" Qing Yanghuan tried his best to slow down his tone and make himself more gentle.
The divine title was sprinkled with a faint human purple energy.
He tried to stretch out a finger to touch the faint dark wind a few feet away.
Buzz As he moved forward with his fingers flowing with faint purple light, a wisp of sinister wind swept in and just landed on his fingertips.
He immediately ran several feet away like a frightened little rabbit.
Buzz After more than ten breaths, the dark wind blew again and fell on the fingertips.
The light wind was a bit cold, and a layer of white frost instantly formed between Qingyang Huan's fingers.
The timid Yin Feng ran away again, and Qing Yanghuan felt the timidity and fear in Yin Feng.
"I come from the human race, and the same blood once flowed in our bodies."
Qingyanghuan shook his finger, and a drop of blood suddenly emerged like a precious jade.
Just as Gui Buxian said, he felt a breath of life appearing around him.
This breath was as cold as ice.
It exudes an air of timidity.
Buzz.
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The dark wind swept through again and fell on Qing Yanghuan's finger, touching a drop of blood he squeezed out.
This time it did not leave.
"Who are you" Weak fluctuations emerged from the forest and were captured by Qingyang Huan.
There was an indescribable sadness in the fluctuations.
"I am a fire bearer from the human race, come" Qingyang Huan didn't say the words he wanted to say to save you.
The mountains are stained with blood, and the souls of injustice fill the wild mountains and forests.
All his words are so pale and powerless.
"Why did you come here?"
As if feeling the fluctuations in Qingyang Huan, the resentful spirit became bolder and his voice became louder.
His words did not mean the slightest blame, but instead contained a sense of grievance and fear.
"I'm late."
After a few breaths, Qingyang Huan spoke out.
Woohoo.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in the entire mountain forest, and the big trees soaked in blood swayed and made a rustling sound.
Qing Yanghuan's eyes glowed with a faint purple-green light, and he looked deep into the forest.
For a moment, the entire depth of the forest suddenly dimmed, and a small blood-red light was reflected in his eyes. point.
Under a tree in the forest, a young and tender little guy curled up with his bloody little body, trembling in fear, and his big eyes looked pitiful.
Qingyang Huan looked at Qingyang Huan timidly, and there was a faint glimmer of light in his big eyes. .
Wisps of dark wind swirled around the little guy, exuding a chill. call Suppressing the ripples in his heart, Qingyang Huan slowly walked over.
He tried his best to appear gentle.
The small figure in front of him was like a piece of porcelain, as if it would break if touched.
"Save uncles, uncles, grandparents, okay?"
Seeing Qing Yanghuan approaching, a childish female voice sounded, and the timidity in his eyes still lingered.
"Where are your uncles and grandparents?"
The little guy stretched out a hand and pointed to the depths surrounded by high fortresses.
Coming closer, Qingyang Huan leaned down and reached out his hand to gently stroke the little guy's blood-colored hair.
He felt that her body exuded a light warmth without any resentment.
However, he couldn't help but frown at the depths of the fortress that the little guy pointed to.
From the memories of the two previous Three-Handed Clan warriors, he already knew that the last batch of human races deep in the mountains had already been brutally slaughtered by them.
The new human race Not caught yet.
Not long ago, an innocent soul broke into it and even severely injured the elder who was guarding here.
However, the innocent soul was also suppressed and killed.
Obviously, the little guy in front of him was not the only spirit born in this mountain range, but other spirits were buried deep in the mountains, and the survival of this little guy was also the result of the protection of other spirits.
Seeing that Qing Yanghuan didn't speak, the little guy raised her head, and the crystals in her two big eyes suddenly dropped.
She seemed to understand what Qing Yanghuan meant.
However, in just a few breaths, the little guy stopped crying and looked at Qingyang Huan with his big eyes pitifully.
"Xue'er doesn't cry.
Xue'er is very well-behaved.
Grandpa and grandma said that Xue'er can't cry.
He can't shed tears.
Please don't kill Xue'er."
There was fear in the little guy's eyes, and there were tears in his big eyes, but he didn't dare to drop them.
Taking a deep breath, Qingyanghuan held the little one in his arms and gently patted her trembling little body.
The spirit body transformed from the human race's innocent soul may be protected by other innocent souls, so this little guy does not have a chaotic mind due to the blending of thousands of innocent souls, but instead looks like a new and immature life.
The more this happens, the murderous intention accumulated in Qingyang Huan's heart becomes more intense. kill The three-handed clan should be killed There is no need to investigate the origin of the little guy, but it is those damn third-hand clan who caused all this.
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Looking at the entire Wilderness Continent, how many such tragedies are happening.
"Your grandparents and uncle found me and asked me to take care of you."
Looking at the little guy with crystal clear cheeks, Qing Yanghuan said softly.
"May I have your name" "My name is Xue'er.
Grandpa said it's blood."
"Uncle said it is the blood of the human race."
"Grandma said it was the blood of a blood feud."
Choking out a cry and twitching his little nose, Qing Yanghuan gently rubbed the little guy's head and said, "I will be your uncle from now on.
Your grandpa asked me to take good care of you."
"Really" Although he was still a little timid, Xue'er still asked.
She has been wandering in the mountains for a long time, and she can't even remember the day.
She only remembers that it was dark in the forest that day, and all her grandparents and uncles who had been guarding her suddenly disappeared.
Xue'er was so scared that she could only wander in the forest, remembering her grandma's words and not letting those with a strange hand on her tail see her.
But Xue'er was really scared.
Later I saw this uncle.
She knew that her grandparents would not forget Xuer and asked this uncle to come find her.
Seeing Qingyanghuan looking towards him, Gui Buxian was about to speak, but was stopped by Qingyanghuan's eyes.
The little guy in his arms was obviously born not long ago, with a kind of childishness. not good Suddenly, Gui Buxian's body glowed with a faint purple light, illusory stars appeared one after another, and an illusory white tiger divine form jumped among the stars.
"The white tiger master kills."
Although Qingyang Huan doesn't understand the hexagrams, he has heard some superficial information about them.
"What's wrong" "Ah Huan, hurry up, what's going on here should be discovered by the strong men of the Three Hands Clan."
Seeing Qing Yanghuan looking at the murderous intention deep in the mountains, Gui Buxian said anxiously: "Can those rubbish deep in the mountains stop you?
Can Master Gui sense the murderous intention easily?
There will be plenty of opportunities after destroying this place.”
Glancing hatefully at the depths of the mountains filled with blood mist, Qing Yanghuan protected the little guy in his arms and hummed unwillingly: "Let's go."
He also understood that in order to find and appease the little guy, he inspired the title of God General.
Although the aura belonging to the human race was not released much, for this continent where thousands of races are conquering, a trace of human purple energy will be like the sky.
As bright as the sun
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