Rescuing the Beautiful and Strong yet Miserable Second Lead Character - Chapter 140

All this is like a nightmare, spell splashes, swords without eyes, appearing in such an environment, it is undoubtedly very dangerous.

Yun Menghan still had injuries in his abdomen, pain and weakness, and couldn’t dodge it. Being exposed to the battlefield was basically dying. She was clutching the wound in her abdomen, her hands full of blood, and she wanted someone to rescue her.

“Come on, help me…”

Yun Menghan was still holding the posture of Demon Zunzheng Concubine at first, but the crowd came and went, and no one paid any attention to her. Yun Menghan gradually gave up his dignity and dignity, crying like collapse: “I beg you, come and save me… Demon Lord, High Priest, Demon King…”

However, none of the people she talked about noticed her at the moment. Yunmenghan didn’t know who was hit by someone, and slammed to the ground, just hitting the wound. Under the severe pain, Yun Menghan almost fainted. She clutched her abdomen and was dying, without the strength to get up.

She lay on the ground and looked at the fighting crowd from the perspective of looking up. The billowing gun smoke produced an extremely absurd feeling. She felt as if she was dreaming.

At the center of the battlefield, two bright lights were wrestling. The woman in white was bathed in golden light, and the black mist on the opposite side was filled with red light. From the light alone, we could see that both sides were very powerful. With the two as the center, the battle in the outer circle spreads from high to low. Ling Qingxiao holds a long sword and can sweep a group of people with a single sword. He quickly throws away Ye Chongyu, flies to the innermost circle, and directly attacks the Forbidden Soul. .

Ye Chongyu was not enough to be his opponent, Ling Qingxiao’s goal had always been the ancient forbidden technique. As for the immorality of being two enemies and one… He only needs victory, not morality.

Ye Zhongyu wanted to stop, but was dragged by Tianyu Xingjun. The other demon kings and demon generals also surrounded their opponents. Everyone was an old enemy. When they met, they would fight to the death, regardless of the surrounding environment.

In the outer circle, this time some small soldiers. They didn’t have much advanced cultivation base, they all fought hand-to-hand in the most primitive situation, fighting hand in hand, fighting to the flesh, killing one to pay back, killing two to make money.

Yun Menghan fell down on the ground, watching Luo Han standing in the middle of the crowd, cooperating with Ling Qingxiao in the battle against the ancient forbidden technique that could destroy the world. Everyone outside was cooperating with her movements; every time Ling Qingxiao went down, the world was shaking, among the crowd. It is a killer of the level of strangling machine; Ye Chongyu is full of devilish energy in his hand and moves fiercely; the fairy clan star king has endless magic weapons and shining aura; even the red lotus demon king has also transformed into a demon shape, lean on Sharp nails fought in the crowd.

Everyone has their own life-saving skills, but Yunmenghan does not. She has no cultivation base, no magic weapon, no secret to escape, usually when she frowns, a man will take the initiative to help her, so Yun Menghan doesn’t think there is anything in it. But this time, when she was in real danger, Yun Menghan found out that she knew nothing.

She fell to the ground, bleeding, she wanted to hide, she couldn’t fight back, and no one could even hear the call for help. Yun Menghan gave birth to great despair. Could it be that her ultimate method of death was to bleed to death without dignity?

Perhaps before that moment, she was accidentally wounded and killed by a spell next to her.

Yun Menghan deeply felt what it means to be powerless and what it means to be slaughtered.

It turns out that what a husband loves, what arouses pity, and what a man is born to like are all false. So many men love her, but at the moment she is on the battlefield, and the men who love her are not far away, but no one cares about her.

No amount of love from a man can compare to his own strength. It’s just her illusion that all men in the world love her. They don’t like her that much, and they don’t even care about her that much. Everything is Yunmenghan’s self-righteous.

As soon as the Witch Clan high priest went out, he encountered a melee. He didn’t understand what had happened, so he could only be forced to protect himself. The high priest walked all the way to the corner, but he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure in the chaos.

“Yunmenghan?”

The high priest of the Witch tribe hurriedly avoided the scuffled crowd and ran to Yun Menghan with difficulty, intending to pull her up. The high priest of the Witch tribe originally thought that Yunmenghan had accidentally fallen down. He pulled it hard, and Yunmenghan let out a painful sob, and the high priest of the Witch tribe found out that Yunmenghan had an abdomen injury.

She shed so much blood and stained the ground red.

The high priest of the Wu clan was shocked. He quickly squeezed an enchantment to block the flying arrows outside, and squatted beside Yun Menghan to check her wounds: “Why did you hurt so badly? Who did it?”

The high priest of the Witch tribe is proficient in medicine, and she can tell at a glance that her wound was stabbed with a dagger. Who would use a dagger on the battlefield? Obviously, this was someone trying to figure out Yunmenghan and stabbing her.

Yun Menghan looked at the high priest of the Witch Clan, his lips moved, and a drop of tears suddenly fell from the corner of his eyes. At the moment of life and death, the only person who saved her was the high priest with the shortest acquaintance. Obviously, the high priest of the Witch tribe has the most reason to hate her.

Yun Menghan’s injury was too serious, and this is not a place to speak, the high priest of the Wu clan wanted to leave with Yun Menghan in his arms. When he approached Yunmenghan, he heard Yunmenghan sticking to his ear and said laboriously, “I’m sorry…”

The witch tribe high priest instinctively felt strange, why did Yunmenghan say sorry to him? Before he could think about it, he shouted to Yunmenghan: “Stop talking, save your energy, I will take you to a quiet place to heal.”

Yun Menghan no longer has the strength to say too much, so she wants to tell the high priest what happened. She wanted to tell him that after she ran out of the Wuzu village, she was too hurried and did not remove her traces; after she was picked up by Ye Chongyu, she regained her pampering life, she was satisfied, and she said without paying attention. The existence of witches.

She wanted to say sorry to the Wu clan in person.

She can’t afford the Wu tribe extermination tragedy. She can only try her best to tell the Wu tribe high priest the truth. Her lips moved, and a loud noise suddenly exploded behind her. Ye Chongyu and Ling Qingxiao attacked, and the spell spread to the surroundings. In the explosion, a very small fragment penetrated Yunmenghan’s back and pierced her heart fiercely.

What Yun Menghan was about to say stopped immediately. Seeing that her face was wrong, the Witch Clan high priest hurriedly checked and found that there was a lot of blood on her hand.

The Wu Clan high priest’s face suddenly changed: “Miss Yun, how are you? Hold on, and I will save you.”

Yun Menghan’s face was pale, she wanted to tell the high priest that it was useless, her self-healing power had already been consumed almost, and now this piece of debris was directly inserted into her heart, even if it was God Fairy Daluo, she could not save her. Yun Menghan exhausted all her energy to speak, but in fact, she only moved her lips slightly.

Under the severe pain, Yun Menghan seemed to suddenly want to understand many things. No wonder Ye Chongyu made her wait for tomorrow, no guard tonight, no wonder Su Yinyue entered her tent unobstructed, no wonder she shouted so loudly, and no maid was there.

No wonder Su Yinyue said that she never knew about Chongyu. Yun Menghan discovered that she really never understood the person next to her pillow.

Yun Menghan and Ye Chongyu slept in the same bed for so long, and she knew Ye Chongyu’s breath better than anyone else. The accident seemed to be Ye Chongyu and Ling Qingxiao’s fight, accidentally hurting Chi Yu, but Yun Menghan knew that it was Ye Chongyu’s devilish energy that pierced her heart.

So it turned out that it was her husband who wanted to kill her.

Yun Menghan’s mouth kept pouring blood, she began to laugh, smiled as the blood choked into the trachea, tears flowed out.

The witch clan high priest still did not give up to save her. He hurriedly tapped Yunmenghan’s acupuncture points and hugged her, trying to find a cure for the dead.

Before Yun Menghan left, his head slipped from the arms of the high priest. From the inverted world, Ye Zhongyu glanced vaguely in this direction. Ye Chongyu is probably dissatisfied, Luo Han and Forbidden Soul are deadlocked, and Forbidden Soul may be defeated at any time. The Witch Clan high priest, the only person who knows the details of the artifact, wants to waste time saving her.

Yun Menghan had no strength anymore, so he raised his head and closed his eyes.

The high priest of the Witch Clan tried everything to save her, but Yun Menghan closed his eyes and never woke up again. The high priest of the Witch tribe didn’t know how long it took. When he regained his awareness of the outside world, it was already the seventh day.

Hua’er bottle can destroy all living beings, including gods, within seven days.

The high priest of the Witch tribe stood up in a daze. He put down Yunmenghan and walked towards the battlefield with a deep foot and a shallow foot. He saved Yunmenghan for seven days, and the fairy demon fought for seven days on the other side of the battlefield.

The high priest of the Wu clan felt that he might not look good now, but he knew that his mind was very calm, and his calm made him scared himself. The last words Yun Menghan said during his lifetime was “I’m sorry”, who is she sorry for? Who does she want to apologize for?

The place where the camp was originally set up is already in a mess, the celestial beings fought, and thousands of miles have been razed to the ground. Luo Han and Forbidden Soul have spent a full seven days. As long as today, the good water in the Hua’er bottle can completely wipe out Forbidden Soul.

The slender Hua’er bottle was floating in the air, and the mouth of the bottle was always firmly locked in the direction of Forbidden Soul. No matter where he moved, Luo Han could immediately follow. Naturally, the Mozu side’s attack on Luo Han has never stopped.

This is a war of attrition between the two sides. Whoever can last longer will win. The seven-day boundary is constantly approaching, and everyone present knows that victory or defeat is just in sight.

Victory is unstoppable, and defeat is a complete failure.

The darkness before dawn is the most exhausting, and the counterattack is also the most intense. Forbidden Soul felt his life threatened, and the counterattack was very crazy, it was lifeless. Luo Han’s energy has reached its limit, and when the soul is struggling, she obviously feels that she can’t hold on.

But she couldn’t retreat, it was not only related to herself, but also related to the immortals behind her. If she loses, how many people will die with her? Luo Han gritted his teeth, ignoring his internal injuries, and forcibly catalyzed his power, the light on the Hua’er bottle suddenly became intense.

Ling Qingxiao felt the change in her breath, so she resolved her opponent with a scream, and returned to Luo Han in a flash. He saw Luo Han’s pale face, his eyes changed: “What are you doing?”

“There is no way.” Luo Han did not close his eyes for seven days and nights, and kept focusing. Her face was pale, but her lips were blushing. Luo Han gritted her teeth and said: “This time he must die. I can’t leave any hidden dangers.”

Looking at Luo Han like this, Ling Qingxiao couldn’t say more than anything. He didn’t say much, the Nine Heavens Sword suddenly rang, Ling Qingxiao held the sword, triggered the sword intent, released all his skills, and attacked the Forbidden Soul with all his strength.

If Forbidden Soul is still the original Demon God, the situation will be better. The difficulty is that the Demon God is already dead and has accumulated terrible grievances over a long period of time. Grieving ghosts are still difficult to deal with, let alone grievances breeded by gods?

Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao worked together to deal with the Forbidden Soul. The others couldn’t help, so they could only use their bodies as a fence to stop the demons outside. The Forbidden Soul struggled madly, and the sharp screams resounded through the sky, sending out one after another frightening sound waves in the six realms.

Luo Han’s divine power and Ling Qingxiao’s ice spiritual power shattered all the surrounding rocks, and then the ground froze and no grass grew. Sword Qi and Forbidden Soul’s evil aura intertwined, cutting cracks on the ground.

The ground even began to crack, and the cracks looked like moiré. At first it was just a thin line. The cracks became deeper and spread faster and faster. Everything presents a desperate atmosphere of doomsday.

Seeing the seven-day period approaching, Ye Zhongyu’s heart became more anxious. He organized the remaining demons, and everyone rushed to one place, regardless of life or death, the only purpose was to break through the protection circle of the fairy clan and attack Luo Han. Luo Han now has all the power in the forbidden soul, but it is the most vulnerable.

The demons swarmed up like crazy, like a black tide, and like a colony of ants that lost their minds. Ye Chongyu killed an immortal clan with a single knife. He wiped the blood off his face and ordered: “If you continue to dash forward, those who dare to back down will kill the people behind.”

After Ye Zhongyu finished speaking, he wanted to join the battle, and suddenly felt that someone was coming. He turned his head and saw the witch clan high priest’s eyes lost, approaching like a walking corpse.

“High priest, you are finally here.” Ye Zhongyu showed a look of relief, but the knife in his hand never relaxed. He said: “High Priest, you just saw that Ling Qingxiao killed Yunmenghan by mistake while casting spells. Come with me, and we will avenge Meng’er together.”

The high priest of the Witch tribe stared at Ye Chongyu motionlessly, his eyes like a puppet. Ye Zhongyu wanted to exploit the weakness of the Er bottle, and said: “Now that the artifact falls into the hands of the wicked, we must prevent them from abusing Nuwa’s artifact. How can this bottle be contained?”

“is that you?”

Ye Zhongyu paused, and said, “The situation is critical now, let’s solve the divine weapon first…”

“Are you the one who killed Yunmenghan?”

Ye Chongyu was also silent when he heard that name. The high priest of the Wu clan curled his lips stiffly, and he was laughing at himself. He is a peerless idiot, the biggest joke in the world.

The high priest of the Witch tribe asked again: “Are you from the whole village of the Witch tribe?”

The high priest of the Witch tribe is incomprehensible, but not stupid. Yun Menghan said sorry to him, but was stabbed to death by accidentally shot fragments just as he was about to say something next. Combined with Yunmenghan’s wounds, the warnings from the heavens, and Yunmenghan’s hesitant to speak, how could it be possible that the Witch Clan high priest could not guess the truth.

It’s Ye Chongyu. The people who killed his whole clan, destroyed his entire village, deceived him to work for it, and wanted to deceive Nuwa’s artifact, were all Ye Chongyu. The ridiculous high priest of the Witch Clan is still with the wolf and asks Ye Chongyu to help him find the real murderer.

Ridiculous, pathetic, and hateful.

The high priest of the Witch tribe raised his head and looked at the sky. This battle was fought too hard, the earth was cracked, the creatures were charred, and even the sky was faintly showing signs of collapse. The high priest of the witch tribe suddenly understood the sacrificial text that the master asked him to recite when he was young.

Sacrifice is always accompanied by death. If you want to seek the blessing of heaven and protect more people, you must recommend someone to be a sacrifice. The oldest sacrifices are made of living people.

He has made many mistakes in his life, and he can only use his remaining life to do the only thing that is right.

The high priest of the Witch tribe drew out the knife and performed a complete sacrificial dance. Sacrifice is an ancient custom, and the sacrificial dance is unheard of. Seeing the high priest of the Wu clan dancing and talking to himself, Ye Zhongyu thought he was crazy.

Ye Chongyu defended against a sneak attack by the high priest of the Witch clan, but did not prevent the high priest from suddenly slashing a sharp knife towards his throat. The high priest cut off his veins mercilessly, and ignoring the spewing blood, he joined his hands and said: “The emperor of the earth is here, and the descendants of the earth are here to ask for sin. I know my sins are serious, and now I am willing to sacrifice my whole body and sacrifice my blood. All are destroyed, never reincarnation, to seal the wrongdoing, and return the six realms of peace.”

For any seal or magic circle, only blood is the best medium. The high priest of the Witch tribe sacrificed his Nuwa bloodline in order to strengthen the seal of the Hua’er bottle.

The Hua’er bottle was originally Nuwa’s handwriting. With the blood of the descendants of Nuwa, the power of the Hua’er bottle gradually increased, and the light became more and more prosperous. When the light of the Hua’er bottle reached its peak, the high priest of the Wu clan was also drained of blood, turned into powder, and shattered when touched.

The enemy of the genocide stood in front of him, but the high priest of the Wu clan finally chose to die in his life to end the war and save more civilians.

This battle can no longer be fought.

With the sacrifices made by the high priest of the Witch tribe, the Hua’er bottle was so powerful that it violently countered the Forbidden Soul and sucked the Forbidden Soul into the bottle. Forbidden Soul let out a harsh scream, crying and ghost cries rushing toward his face. Luo Han heard goose bumps all over, but still did not relax, stimulated more strength, inhaled all the forbidden souls into the bottle of Hua’er.

The Forbidden Soul was twisted into various shapes, and in the end it was unable to break free. Before the last ray of Forbidden Soul was sucked into the Hua’er bottle, he turned into a weird smiling face and smiled bitterly at Luo Han: “You can’t kill me. Unless you kill him.”

Forbidden Soul burst into a burst of laughter, his voice distorted, and it only made people cringe. Luo Han gritted his teeth and slammed his force to lock him all up.

The Forbidden Soul’s face disappeared, Luo Han closed the lid of the Huaer Bottle, and only after the last time passed, Shanshui would completely dissolve the Forbidden Soul.

Obviously everything is over, although it is dangerous, but the result is still good. But Luo Han couldn’t laugh for some reason, the eyes of Forbidden Soul had been imprinted in Luo Han’s mind for a long time, and she couldn’t forget it for a long time.

Luo Han didn’t know if he was out of strength or frightened, and fell to the ground violently. Ling Qingxiao caught her immediately, Luo Han had lost his reaction and was completely in a coma.

Ling Qingxiao held Luo Han’s pulse, cut it carefully for a while, and suddenly hugged Luo Han. Tian Yu and others were all scarred. They saw Ling Qingxiao’s movements and said, “Your Majesty…”

“She suffered internal injuries and is in urgent need of recuperation. The aftermath work is left to you.”

The ancient forbidden technique has been eliminated, and the remaining demons are not in the air at all. As for Ye Chongyu and the Red Lotus Demon King, Ling Qingxiao didn’t care at all.

Luo Han was injured. Nothing in the world was as important as her recovery.

·

Luo Han felt that he had had a long dream, which was very restless. She seemed to be walking in a long, dark space, with distorted grimace appearing next to her, and spiteful laughter, and finally, she saw a figure from the back at the end of the road.

The other party was dressed in white, and her figure was very familiar to her. Luo Han wanted to catch up, but as soon as she approached, the other party disappeared and appeared further away. She had been chasing after him, and when she finally caught up with the other party, she suddenly found that she was holding a knife in her hand and piercing the other party’s heart.

Luo Han was frightened awake suddenly. Xian’e on both sides was taken aback, and they knelt on the side of the bed together: “God forgive me.”

Luo Han looked at the fresh and elegant fairies in front of him, and then at the dignified and elegant furnishings on both sides, unable to reflect where he was for a while.

“Who are you and where is this?”

Before the fairies could reply, another voice came from behind the curtain: “Go down.”

The Xian’e all tensed up when they heard this voice, they did not dare to disobey, saluted Luo Han, and then filed back. There was no sound from beginning to end, not even the light smoke from the incense burner.

Ling Qingxiao sat down by the bed, reached out to probe Luo Han’s forehead, and said, “It’s much better. Do you still feel uncomfortable in any way?”

This set of actions of him was natural, as if he had done it many times. Luo Han had just woke up from his dream and was stunned when he saw Ling Qingxiao.

Ling Qingxiao took the medicine bowl and came over. He tried the temperature. As soon as he looked up and saw Luo Han staring at her, he felt distressed and rejoiced: “It’s okay, everything is over. The war is over. Only cleaning the battlefield is left. Things like that. The demons suffered heavy losses and suffered a complete defeat. They just sent me the paperwork for peace the day before yesterday.”

“Where is Hua’er bottle?”

“Here.” Ling Qingxiao reached out and a slender bottle appeared in Ling Qingxiao’s hand. Luo Han took the bottle and rubbed his fingers, feeling that there was nothing inside.

Forbidden Soul, Demon God, have completely disappeared.

Seeing that Luo Han was still thinking about it, Ling Qingxiao placed the medicine bowl on a few cases next to him, stretched out his hand to embrace Luo Han’s shoulder, and stroked Luo Han’s back with the other hand: “It’s over. Don’t worry, everything is mine. “