In the void, a beautiful woman with silver hair holds a bloody heart.


    In the cold blood eyes, he flashed a different color and gently opened the cold jade lips, as if he wanted to bite off his heart.


    "Xueer!" ye guchen frowned and suddenly opened his mouth.


    How could the innocent Xueer make such a bloody move as swallowing others'' hearts.


    The silver haired woman looked back with cold eyes and doubts. Blood and tears were still flowing down her pale cheeks.


    She suddenly seemed to lose her strength, close her eyes, her breath fell rapidly, and the whole person also fell from the void.


    Ye guchen''s footsteps flashed and hugged the silver haired woman with both hands.


    The delicate body is as soft as bone, and extremely light and soft.


    In ye guchen''s arms, the silver haired woman gradually shrunk, and finally changed back to the petite and lovely snow like a silver cat.


    But Xueer''s pink and delicate face is very pale at the moment, and her cherry mouth has no blood color, as if she had wasted all her life.


    Without any hesitation, ye guchen put his hand on Xueer''s delicate body and integrated the blood of the ancient god into Xueer''s body.


    The blood of ancient gods has strong vitality. What Xueer loses at the moment is vitality.


    And when ye guchen tried his best to save Xueer with the blood of the ancient god.


    Far away in the Shengyuan Dynasty, Tianhe mansion.


    In a very ordinary city, there is an art workshop.


    In the art workshop, many people play chess, recite poetry and play the piano here, which is very elegant.


    On the edge of a windowsill in the art shop, a man in snow is leaning half against the windowsill, holding the jade flute horizontally and playing the flute leisurely.


    Although the man is middle-aged, his face is still incomparably handsome, with clear facial features and indifferent temperament.


    Just between the eyebrows, condenses a touch of melancholy, is a melancholy beautiful man.


    His flute sound is quiet and deep, beautiful and sad, which makes people feel moved and intoxicated.


    When a song falls, countless women watching around are intoxicated.


    "The flute sound of young master Xue is really unparalleled in the world!"


    "This song should only be heard in the sky. It is rare to hear it on earth."


    "Snow remembers the flute sound of young master Qing, that is, he won''t be tired of listening to it a hundred times!"


    All the ladies of the aristocratic family around were crimson and their hearts were beating.


    The man named Xue Yiqing had a pale face and was not happy because of the praise of these young ladies.


    But at this time, snow recalled feeling as if he suddenly felt something, and his eyebrow tip was slightly picked.


    At the next moment, the ladies saw a flower in front of them and found that the figure had long disappeared.


    "Young master Xue still haunts like this." the young ladies sighed, and their hearts were empty.


    On a tall building, Xue Yiqing held a horizontal flute, fell behind him and looked away.


    "The witch who makes God cry, Ji Ruqian snow, you finally wake up."


    Snow recalled her long look and could not tell whether she was happy or disappointed.


    ……


    Lotus Village.


    With the help of Ye guchen''s ancient god''s blood.


    Xueer''s breath finally stabilized, although she was still very weak.


    Because Xueer herself is a petite girl. Her Qi and blood are not as good as adults. After consuming a lot of vitality, she will become extremely weak.


    If it were not for the blood of ancient gods, Xueer would even be in danger of life.


    "What''s going on?" Su Qiqiao felt as if in a dream.


    Ye guchen is also full of doubts. He doesn''t know these secrets.


    "It''s a heaven crying vision, a great taboo, a great ominous and a great sin. This vision is almost extinct, and few people in the whole southern region can have it." Su Moyan said in a deep voice.


    Ye guchen twisted her eyebrows.


    That vision is not a good thing to hear.


    But Xueer, how could that vision happen?


    What is her identity?


    Listen to the blood building, why collect blood essence and cultivate Xueer?


    Doubts, too many, too many.


    "Crying in the sky means killing. Once, crying in the sky appeared in the southern sky region, causing boundless killing and looting, bloody thousands of miles, and slaughtering all living beings. Su Moyan is called crying in the sky witch." after all, Su Moyan was born into a overlord family and knows a lot of secrets.


    "Heaven crying witch..." ye guchen was silent.


    Does this mean killing all living beings and making the whole world an enemy?


    Moreover, wusheng Kendo and Shura Kendo are both specialized in killing.


    "Xueer''s identity must not be revealed, otherwise it will be difficult to be stable in the future," Su Moyan warned.


    Ye guchen nodded slightly.


    Xueer''s breath is stable now. It''s no big deal. She''s just weak and falls into a coma.


    However


    The whole Lianhua village no longer exists.


    Su Qiqiao sobbed. Su Jianshi seemed to have lost his soul. Su Moyan held his fist and his eyes were full of blood.


    This revenge can only be paid with blood!


    "Heavenly Sword sect, Emperor Haotian..." ye guchen''s eyes were very cold.


    Although he is not particularly close to Long Yuan and others, he also has a good impression.


    Besides, they are all relatives of Su Jianshi.


    Now they are all killed by the old man in white.


    "I''m going to kill emperor Haotian!" Su Moyan struggled, his eyes bloodshot, like a wolf who chooses people to eat.


    "Calm down!" ye guchen pulled Su Moyan.


    At this time, the divine eagle also came back with Xiaohei.


    Looking at the devastated Lianhua village, the God carving was stunned for a moment, his hair was blown and his anger was boundless.


    "Alas..." ye guchen sighed deeply. If Xiao Hei didn''t go out with the divine carving, he might be able to stop the old man in white robe in time.


    But ye guchen can''t blame them.


    Who would have thought that the venerable of tianshenjian sect would appear.


    "Everything comes from me..." ye guchen knew.


    If Su Jianshi didn''t block the sword for him, Tianjian Shenzong wouldn''t have found it so early.


    Ye guchen was indirectly responsible for the collapse of Lianhua village.


    "Silly boy, it has nothing to do with you."


    Su Jianshi''s tone was weak and pale, as if he had lost his soul.


    "Let''s bury the village head." Su Jianshi said silently.


    Ye guchen nodded, and Su Jianshi, Su Moyan and others buried Longyuan and his party in the depths of the mountains.


    While cleaning up the mess, ye guchen picked up the yuan ring of Longyuan.


    He did not expect that Yuan Jie could stay in such a self explosion.


    After a little exploration, ye guchen found a bloody bottle in addition to some quasi holy drugs and pills.


    When the bottle was opened, a scarlet pill came into view.


    "Nine death without regret pill..." ye guchen murmured.


    This is the holy pill. You will die if you take it.


    After a little thought, ye guchen still included it in the yuan ring.


    Subsequently, ye guchen and others buried all the villagers.


    "Next, you go with me. Emperor Haotian won''t give up when the venerable of tianshenjian sect is dead." ye guchen said.


    Long Yuan asked ye guchen to take good care of Su Jianshi and others before he died.


    How could ye guchen let Su Jianshi and her friends wander alone.


    "Ye guchen, you go. My girl is blind and misunderstood you. You are the source of all disasters, so you go and don''t care about us!"


    Su Jianshi''s eyes were red, but her tone was trembling. She turned and walked towards the back mountain.


    "Little sister..." Su Moyan stopped.


    That''s too hurtful.


    Ye guchen was silent.


    How he didn''t know what Su Jianshi thought.


    Ye guchen chased up.


    In the back mountain, Su Jianshi returned to the cave and looked at Su Qingyu''s yuan God lying in the soul coffin in silence.


    Hurt deep, no tears to flow.


    Ye guchen walks into the cave and looks at the girl''s delicate back.


    "What else are you doing? I said I hate you, so go and don''t come to me and brother again." Su Jianshi said, trying to restrain his trembling.


    But it was obvious that her shoulders trembled.


    "Pretending to be cold and mean, I want to bear everything by myself. Su Jianshi, although ye guchen is not a righteous swordsman, he also has his own pride. Will ye be such a shrinking man?"


    "You have paid so much for me. If I retreat and leave, how can I face my heart of Kendo?"


    "If you can''t win, Emperor Haotian, it''s too strong. It''s stronger than Gu Shaoyang. I don''t want you to die..."


    The words of Su Jian''s poems are full of pleading and crying.


    "So, you have to use the emperor''s sword to kill yourself?" said Ye guchen.


    "I......" Su Jianshi was speechless, because she really thought so.


    "Su Jianshi, give it to me."


    At this moment, the light surged in ye guchen''s eyes and made up her mind.


    "For you, don''t say a emperor Haotian..."


    "If it''s the butcher God, why not!"