The sword energy of the invincible Power Tyrant has forced the ghost-eating maniacus behind Kellen back by more than ten feet. Kellen's men always kept a distance of more than ten feet from Shey. Kellen doesn't know why she's so reluctant to make a move. Maybe Sherry really has the same shadow as Elara? Or perhaps there's already a little bit of dust welling up in her heart?
Xue Yi's two lines of beauty had already furrowed together, not tightly, but in astonishment, slightly furrowed brows. Her lips opened and then fell, and she gazed at Kellen for a long while before saying, "You..."
Kellen did not hear what you were going to say next. Only Shey changed her words and said, "It's okay."
"It doesn't matter"? What doesn't matter? Kellen was puzzled.
"Since you want to spare me, I will spare you too, but you must come with me, and only I can keep you. Though you don't understand, but don't be afraid, you will eventually understand as time goes by!"
As soon as the word "de" was uttered, Shuey's man disappeared.
A soft, mournful murmur, and a long, mournful curse. The curse seemed to come from Shey's mouth, yet it seemed not. Xue Yi's figure had vanished, and from the deep, distant ghost spell, it was impossible to tell whether the person reciting the spell was male or female, let alone be sure if it was Xue Yi.
Kellen had no intention of making sure.
Looking down, Kellen saw that the thirteen heroes of the Spirit Fire had already deployed the Divine Fire Sword array - the "Thirteen Dragon Fire Swords". The blazing flames surged up like waves of fire, layer upon layer, layer upon layer, and could burn one's bottom in an instant. The blazing flames were so intense that it was almost suffocating.
Such a magnificent array of swords should have caught Kellen's attention; Such arrogance should have caught Kellen's attention. However, Kellen had no time to notice that he had discovered that the Fire Root Ancestor and Diting had suddenly disappeared!
A sword shadow like the wind, "whoosh --" vanished from the sight of the gods and ghosts.
At the spot where the sword vanished, the ghostly curse, with its countless strands of purple light rope, coiled like a snake or a dragon, unexpectedly fell empty!
The dragon and snake rope, unwilling to give up, rushed after the sword shadow. At this moment, a white shadow flashed at the end of the rope.
The woman's white dress was like snow, her slender fingers were like fat, and her black hair was entwined, entwined and entwined on her jade fingers. As if this love, entangled and reluctant, could not be cut or untangled.
She is Xue Yi.
She stood in the air in a daze, her blood crystal eyes piercing through the autumn water, staring blankly at Kellen's back, which was already as distant as a sword, and sighed, "Why do you throw yourself into someone else's trap? Is it... Am I really unworthy?" A soft murmur of a ghostly curse, the countless strands of the purple light rope suddenly seemed to be summoned by its master.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh --" a rapid sound. But behold, the purple-awning ropes, at once entwined around the snow-white, soft tips of the fingers, merged with the strands of black hair entwined on the fingers! I simply couldn't believe what was happening before me! Could it be that these rope treasures, which can even bind Diting and Ningxiang, are actually forged from Xueyi's black hair?
What kind of brilliant ghostly magic does Xue Yi possess? What unknown identity does she have in the ancient netherworld?
A long white ribbon, like a fluff, flutters in the wind. A snow-white figure was already chasing after the shadow of the sword. The obsession with a lover is a kind of inexplicable stubbornness, and even Xue Yi, who has practiced for over ten thousand years, could not abandon this ordinary root. Not to mention that the seemingly cold Shuyi might be a sentimental girl, or... She is a seductive female ghost...
Where is Kellen going? Is he running away aimlessly?
Certainly not! Kellen was certain that all the demons and spirits were coming for the Blood Refining Fruit. However, the Blood Refining Fruit doesn't show up for no reason. Before it appears, there will surely be a grand spectacle that shakes the heavens and the gods. Of course, the Blood Refining Fruit won't just show up in any random place. It can only be found in one very unusual place - the main hall of the Yama Palace!
The most magnificent main hall in the entire Pure Spirit Yama Palace is undoubtedly the one with the highest black wave. Kellen was convinced that the reason why Diting and the Fire Root Ancestor had left without saying goodbye was also the King of the Pure Spirit Yama in the Pure Spirit Hall. They were as eager as Kellen, eager to know if they still had time to catch up with this devastating calamity.
Kellen, of course, also wanted to catch a glimpse of the Pure Spirit King Yama, but she was also afraid that what she would see would be a bloody blood-refined fruit.
"Tie!" A clear, crisp whine, a blood-red dragon shadow, with a long bloodline, had blocked Kellen's way. This movement was no less impressive than that of Xue Yi! If it weren't for this blood-red glow, Kellen would really have thought it was Shay. However, the blood glow was astonishingly bright and could not make Kellen associate it with Shay in any way.
"What kind of demon, to be so audacious!" Without mercy, the sword was handed out, and Kellen did not have the slightest regret or hesitation. But strangely enough, Kellen handed out the sword, yet the sword vanished from her hand, and what was handed out was a mighty greenish-blue sword shadow!
"Big Sister!" A shrill scream, a woman's voice. But it wasn't Shey's voice.
"Uh..." On the new dress, as red as a wedding dress, a face that was so enchanting and beautiful instantly lost its luster. A pair of blood crystal eyes, exactly the same as Sherry's, turned grey in an instant. Elongated chins and upturned eyebrows, as if they had never believed that such a divine artifact could exist in this world. It is even more impossible to believe that over ten thousand years of ghostly cultivation could be precisely and swiftly pierced through the heart in a single thought.
A pair of cold and foolish white eyes hung down. As if staring fixedly at the weapon that pierced through her heart, she didn't even have time to see the shape of the weapon, nor did she have time to see the delicate face coming towards her, nor did she have time to carefully identify whether the enemy who killed her with one sword was male or female.
The once beautiful soul lost its former charm in an instant. Fair skin began to wrinkle and turn yellow little by little. Even faint spots of sudden aging could be seen, which had crept over her arms, the backs of her fingers, her temples and her forehead.
Her once plump and upright chest was so alluring and enchanting under the tight-fitting red dress. In the blink of an eye, it was deflated, shriveled and drooping. The upturned back of the buttocks was once full of charm. However, at this moment, it is hunched and twisted, without a trace.
Her grace fades away, and her soul Withers forever.
Once this woman might have been stunningly beautiful, full and graceful. Perhaps she also had a life of alluring grace and an air of haughty nobility. However, the stately red dress at the moment, like the skin of a snake that has lost its strength, crumbled off from her, unwillingly and automatically.
The dress was really reluctant. It seems as if it has a kind of clingy magic, a force that is born for equally beautiful and elegant beauties. Once wrapped around a stunning beauty, it no longer wants to be taken off by her. It wants to show off, it wants to be luxurious, it wants to be in the eyes of a thousand people and to be flattered by beautiful words.
Perhaps those alluring gazes are just looking at the beauty. Perhaps the illusory words are just flattering the beauty. But this magnificent dress doesn't mind, for it is deeply in love with that haunting vanity.
For now, the dress no longer wants to leave its magic and stickiness on this woman. No matter how much she once loved it and was obsessed with it, it was of no avail.
It was going to fall off, to leave the ugly corpse like snake skin at once. One more second is an insult to this magnificent costume! It has completely forgotten the kindness of its former master. Even if the master dies in an instant, it will leave the ugly corpse before the master dies.
The master in his splendid attire is ugly?
Yes, she is ugly...
The crimson and luxurious dress, like a wedding dress, was entwined in the swirling demonic wind, drifting away, and soon vanished without a trace. It detests its master, so it flutters fast, very fast...
Though her master is now completely naked, no one can tell what she once was. A shriveled, yellowish layer of skin, as if it were human skin or snake skin, tightly wrapped around a silly skeleton in a cold and desolate manner. The brilliance of the bones seemed far more than that of the dry human skin, so that they looked out of place and extremely ugly.
And that once beautiful face suddenly vanished like a fire. In the very moment it vanished, something strange happened...
One face vanished, yet another miraculously grew up!
This face, mature and charming, elegant and refined. If Fang CAI's face is so beautiful that it makes the whole country charming, this one is so charming that it makes the moon blush!
Kellen's sword qi did not leave her hand. Kellen's vigilance did not wane. He thought the demon was dead. How could he have the same stunning face again? Could it be that her primordial spirit has not been extinguished and she has come back to life?
No, Kellen soon realized she was wrong.
Because the face grew up in an instant and then vanished like fire in an instant...
Kellen was puzzled. How could a woman have two different stunning faces? What kind of cultivation is that? A face, isn't it enough?
Not enough, certainly not enough! Because Kellen soon saw a third stunning face, equally stunning!
Kellen was almost shocked. He had never imagined that this demonic woman would have three different stunning looks. Any one of these three faces is enough to drive a man crazy!
Unfortunately, it's not enough!
In an instant, Kellen saw seven different stunning looks on the ghostly woman's face. But these seven different beauties are ephemeral, vanishing in the blink of an eye...
No matter how beautiful a face is, there will come a moment when it fades away. What is left after vanishing?
Only a heap of pale, feeble bones!
The bone-picking fork was held in the two hands of the bone, yet it never pierced through. It was too late...
There was no time for this person to appreciate his original beauty, no time for this person to undergo the life and death judgment of ten thousand years of ghostly cultivation. Not even time to bind his splendid and noble attire tightly to himself, even in the crevices of his bones... Faint turned into a wisp of mournful, solitary white smoke, dissipated...