Chapter 840: 　 induction

"Qiangqiang!"
The sky is full of the shadow of evil swords, falling from the sky, covering the entire Sizhu city, like a black cloud, but it is pierced by a sword, causing the spirit of the sword domain to fly backwards.
Hou Lei has arrived, Tie Zhu has arrived...The Dark Saint has also arrived.
Unfortunately, in front of the sword, they didn't even have the power to resist. If it were not for the shock of the purple wind chimes, they would have died.
"Wow."
The divine sword wanted to take away the human supreme body, but saw that the dark saint was blocked there for some time, making the divine sword hesitate for a moment.
Those eyes full of hatred stared at the divine sword, and the black clouds fell from the top, and the four rounds of Minghai vortex floated up and down, about to fall down.
"Let's go."
The voice of the Dark Lord came from the purple wind chime.
"I want a corpse."
"No way."
The dark saint at this moment is still as overbearing as it was in the Clear Sky School: "My disciples have nothing, let's go, so your killer organization has a ray of life in the Eastern Region."
The words don’t need to be pointed out.
The Dark Saint will certainly not forget this grievance, no one understands Ye Yusheng's position in the eyes of the disciple better than her master.
The person was already dead, and she didn't act as a master.
Now if even the corpse is taken away, I'm afraid she, the disciple, will hate her as the master together, and she is not sure that this hatred can be calmed down.
"..."
The killer behind the Excalibur was silent and confronted the purple wind chimes.
Obviously, he was thinking about gains and losses.
After a long time, the Divine Blood Sword dissipated directly into nothingness and left.
The glorious battle ended.
...
On the long street.
The young man stood there with ‘slaughter’. He lost an arm and a leg, his eyes widened, and he was still full of terrible fighting spirit to death.
That fighting spirit, like the ancient of war, exudes boundless domineering until death.
His arrogance, even if he died, never bent.
"Woohoo!"
Hou Qian'er removed her veil. At this moment, she was no longer a tall saint, but a poor little girl next door, still as soft as Ye Yusheng when she first saw her.
"..."
The spirit of the sword domain and the iron pillar flew around Ye Yusheng, and the latter turned into a little sword, hung on his hair like an ornament, and the other got into his arms, feeling the last remaining warmth.
Hou Lei came and returned to the appearance of an ordinary person. He glanced at his own sister, and when he was sure that his sister was doing well, he turned around and left without saying a word to his sister from beginning to end.
An'er stepped forward. She recognized the crying sister and said softly: "Sister, take care of your big brother."
After speaking, regardless of whether the other party answered or not, he followed Hou Lei and left.
In the end, Qin Long came too, took a long look and then turned and left, also saying nothing.
Tweety stood quietly behind the saint, looking at the figure that did not fall down even if it died, filled with admiration in her heart.
The two guards knelt behind and said nothing, they were waiting for the saint's hair to fall.
But the saint didn't say a word, as if she had forgotten them. In her eyes, there was only the figure of the warrior in front of her.
...
Ye Yusheng's death did not cause much fluctuation, because this is the Eastern Region, and his reputation is not big enough, only spreading this in a few areas.
And at the same time it fell.
On a borderless sea between the Western Regions and the Northern Territories, an island exists alone. The islands are full of corpses of sea beasts. Among them are the corpses of several human warriors. On a boulder, a figure is sitting. Above, there are wounds all over, and there is almost no good place on the body.
In front of him, there was a purple coffin.
This person is the Dongfang Wenxia who came all the way to kill.
After this period of hunting and killing, he finally caught up with the people who snatched the coffin here, and after a battle, he killed them all.
"Sister Nine, I'm sorry."
He didn't care about the injuries all over his body, his eyes were full of tenderness, stroking the coffin: "I swear, I will never let you leave me in this life, I will personally gather your remnant soul again."
"The method Ye Zi told me is useful. I know that your soul fragment is on me. Thank you Jiu Sister...giving me the last hope."
"Om."
At this moment, the coffin suddenly trembled.
"Sister Nine, is that you?" Dongfang asked Xia Wubi with surprise.
"Om."
There was no sound, but there was a burst of sadness.
"Sister Nine, what's wrong with you? Why are you sad, are you blaming me? I'm sorry..."
"Om."
The trembling of the coffin became more and more intense, and then, the coffin automatically opened a gap. In the gap, a picture seemed to flash past. In the picture, there was an unyielding body standing, which was a leaf. Dongfang Wenxia recognized it at a glance.
But Ye Zi's situation seemed a bit wrong. He lost an arm and a leg, and his eyes were still full of monstrous fighting spirit.
Huh... this girl, is Qian'er?
But Qianer was crying, crying very sad.
"boom."
At this moment, Dongfang Wenxia's body seemed to be struck by a flash of lightning, and her whole body froze in place, her expression incomparably defeated.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could Ye Zi die?"
"Joke...Who is Ye Zi? How could that pervert die..."
Dongfang Wenxia kept talking to himself, the coffin had been closed again, but he didn't seem to notice, a voice kept telling himself in his mind.
It's okay, Ye Ye must not die.
"Yes, the leaf can't die."
Dongfang Wenxia got up and put the coffin on her body again, the expression in her eyes was already crazy: "I want to go back, I want to find the leaves."
"Definitely not, the leaf is so strong, it must be fake, it is Jiu Jie who read it wrong..."
Dongfang Wenxia was stunned, and rushed directly to the surface of Shanghai, rushing in the direction he had come.
"Roar!"
A huge sea beast rushed out of the sea, but as soon as it rushed out, it was entangled by an endless chain of curses, and instantly turned into a corpse.
Dongfang Wenxia at this moment was extremely terrifying.
...
In a huge ancient tomb, Tyrant Dao's sleeping figure suddenly trembled, and slowly opened his eyes. He seemed to sense something, and he broke open the ancient tomb and rose into the sky.
On another land where you don't know where, a figure of the country and the city walked among the mountains and forests.
Suddenly, two lines of tears fell from the corner of the woman's eyes.
The woman was stunned, touched her tears with her finger and placed it in front of her eyes: "Why do I cry?"
She frowned and covered her chest: "Why does my heart hurt, why?"
This kind of induction is very strange. Her heart seems to have lost a very important thing, but what is it? She can't figure it out.