She was the only one left in the entire passage.
Mrs.
May and the middle-aged fat man no longer know whether they are alive or dead.
Yun Yaoling knew that this was only temporary.
After all, she was not a real warrior yet, and the martial arts she used were very weak.
Both of them were acquired strong men.
After a while, they would definitely break through the shackles of the earth arts.
He immediately took out two third-grade blood-restoring pills and yuan-hui pills from his storage bag and swallowed them.
After restoring his energy and blood, he ran away.
Now that Abai is sleeping, the only one who can save herself is herself.
"Oh, it's interesting that a little ordinary person can actually use high-level martial arts."
Just when Yun Yaoling was escaping, the deepest part of the passage was an exquisite hall covered with spiritual energy.
If Yun Yaoling was still here, he would definitely find it.
This hall is not a real hall, but a high-grade Xuan-level magic weapon.
Sitting on the crystal jade bed in the main hall was a young man wearing a blood-red shirt.
This man had a delicate face and good looks, with mysterious patterns of demonic flowers carved under the corners of his eyes.
With a snap of his fingers, Mrs.
May and the middle-aged fat man, who had been trapped by Yun Rattle Bell in the cracks in the ground, suddenly appeared in the main hall.
The "useless" man's eyes were slightly cold, and as soon as he finished speaking, the two people with such acquired cultivation vomited blood on the spot.
"Spare my life, please spare my life, young master."
Mrs.
Wuyue was one level higher than middle-aged in cultivation and could still speak.
She immediately knelt on the ground, trembling, lowering her head and begging for mercy.
However, as soon as these words came out, not only was she not forgiven by the man, but she died even faster.
The man gave her a cold and stern look.
Mrs.
May's whole body seemed to be strangled by someone's neck, and then her whole body exploded.
Blood splattered all over the middle-aged fat man.
The fat man was so frightened that he fainted.
So scary.
"Here comes someone."
The man glanced coldly at the middle-aged fat man who had fainted on the ground.
"Young Master."
As soon as the man finished speaking, two men in black appeared out of thin air, both with cultivation levels at the sixth level of the day after tomorrow.
"Catch that Tianyin body back."
The man did not lean on the funeral bed, his deep eyes were bottomless.
High-level martial arts shouldn't be owned by this world.
There are secrets hidden in that Tianyin body.
"Yes" the two of them got the order and disappeared instantly.
As for the middle-aged man, he finally woke up and saw the man above him.
Thinking of the death of Mrs.
May just now, he was trembling with fear.
"Young Master, if you forgive me, I will go through fire and water for you.
Please forgive me, Young Master."
"Very well, the martial arts tournament will bring the final winner to me.
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If you fail, your end will be even more terrible than this woman's."
"Yes, yes, the villain will definitely complete the young master's mission and will never let the young master down."
Yun Yaoling didn't know what happened in the palace.
With her extraordinary memory, she had successfully escaped from Xiwu Tianhai Tower.
Pulling a piece of cloth from his body to cover the face of the disguised fairy, Yun Yaoling ran towards the outside of the city.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the city gate right in front of her.
Just as he was about to go out, the pressure of the warriors from the sixth level of the day after tomorrow came.
When the ordinary people around him saw this, they were so frightened that they ran away.
Suddenly, the streets became chaotic.
Yun Yaoling felt bad and took the time to run out of the city.
"Where are you running?"
shouted coldly, and two Houtian warriors in black descended instantly, blocking Yun Rattle's path one after the other.
The coercion of the strong man behind was released unabashedly.
Now that Yun Yaoling had returned to his normal physique, how could he withstand it?
He broke out in cold sweat on the spot, his face was pale, his energy and blood surged, and he could hardly stand still.
Sensing the fishy-sweet taste in her throat, Yun Yaoling swallowed the blood forcefully.
She could not lose a drop of blood.
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