Chapter 4957: Bring me back to the blood inflammation world

"Hurry up." The eight Taoist ancestors of Taixu Palace's complexion changed drastically.

They could clearly feel Xiao Yi's killing intent, and if they didn't leave, they wouldn't even want to leave today.

The Cthulhu has been defeated, and the eight Taoist ancestors of the Taixu Palace and the six elders of the Xuzu, not to mention the shadow of the demon ancestors condensed by the three thousand demon ancestors incarnations, the two gods alone are enough for them to hate on the spot.

Even if this Xiao Yi realm master and the Lord of Darkness joined forces, the two of them were enough to deal with them.

In the real battle, they can't even have a half-point chance of winning.

The six elders of the Xu Clan are not fools either, and they retreat instantly, "Xu Clan go up and down, quickly retreat."

The evacuation of the strong is extremely fast.

But in a moment, the Taoist ancestor of Taixu Palace and the millions of people of the Xu Clan retreated without a trace.

As for the countless evil cultivators, even after the Evil God was defeated, he was the first to retreat back to the Spirit Devouring Prison after he was afraid of death.

now.

Except for the Spirit Devouring Prison in the center, the surrounding area was completely empty.

Only the elite deep cold guards on the earth, the demon whales soaring in the sky.

And, the powerhouses such as the Emperor of the Cold Realm, the Emperor of Wugou, Xiao Yi, and the Eight Elders.

Everyone's eyes still fell on Xiao Yi.

This figure seemed to be the most dazzling existence in the earth today.

This figure is powerful. Starting today, it will probably have the right to speak in this void higher than the seven heavens.

This figure, with a pointed sword, can deter the Evil God, and deter the Taixu Palace Dao Ancestor and the Million Xu Clan.

This figure is like a **** of war, invincible and undefeated.

However, under everyone's expected gaze, this figure still maintained the posture of holding a sword in one hand, still standing upright, but... slowly lying back down.

To everyone's surprise, a black blood mist sprayed out in the air.

The blood mist spurted from Xiao Yi's mouth, blowing up the air, but then slowly falling, and sprinkled on his face.

Perhaps at this moment, all talents realized how severe the injury this young man had suffered.

This kind of black blood is nothing special, but it is the essence and blood that is only vomited before death by a creature.

Perhaps it was also at this moment, when all the talents recalled, this young man just broke out of the Spirit Devouring Prison that no one can escape from.

In this forbidden place for creatures, Xiu said that the nine layers of the emperor realm, claiming to be a demigod entered and had no life to leave.

But this young man was killed in a mere eightfold realm, and he also rescued his younger brother, Xiao Xinghe!

It was also at this moment that everyone suddenly discovered that Xiao Xinghe, who was in the arms of the Cold Realm Empress, seemed to have no injuries at all, and there were no even half of the scars on his body.

On the contrary, it was Xiao Yi, bruised and bruised, his body as if he had gone through a thousand swords, covered with claw marks, tooth marks... and blood dripping.

Whoosh...

Even if everyone fails to react, Yiyi and the eight old people will definitely react.

Before Xiao Yi fell, about to hit the ground, an old but steady arm took the lead to keep him.

Senior Luo knelt on one knee and hugged Xiao Yi firmly.

The other seven old people also besieged Xiao Yi's side.

"Old man Yao, hurry up and save people." The Master Palace Master yelled.

"Need you to say?" The main hall master Yaozun had put his hands on Xiao Yi's body a long time ago, and began to investigate carefully.

Suddenly.

The main hall master Yao Zun frowned, "All traumas, no internal injuries."

The Lord of the Heavenly Secret Hall heard the words and heaved a sigh of relief, "It's fine if there is no internal injury."

For a warrior with a cultivation level, the trauma of the flesh, muscles and bones is nothing at all.

"No." Yaozun's Chief Hall Master said with an ugly face, "It will be fatal, and will die from serious injuries."

"Uh." Xiao Yi snorted suddenly, and let out a weak voice, "It hurts..."

To be more serious, the hands of the Chief Hall Master Yao Zun were placed between the two slits of flesh that had been cut on Xiao Yi's chest.

"Asshole, don't you know how to lighten it?" The Heavenly Mystery Hall Master yelled.

"I..." The main hall master Yao Zun frowned. At this moment, how could there be any good meat on Xiao Yi's body that could be carried away?

But at the same time, the eight old people were shocked. They suddenly realized that this was the first time in history that Xiao Yi spit out the word ‘pain’ after being injured...

In the past, no matter how badly this young man was injured, how fatal, how miserable, he never cried out pain, or even frowned.

Everyone looked at the **** mist on Xiao Yi's face, the three hideous claw marks that ran across the entire face, and looked at the blood-stained eyes... dumbfounded for a while.

The eyes that had always been sharp, weakened and exhausted at this moment, as if they had lost the light of the past.

On this handicapped body, there was an air of sadness and sorrow.

Perhaps... the reason why this young man really called for the pain was not because of the treacherous cuts in the flesh.

But... the kind of pain that hits the flesh directly.

No matter how the claws and fangs of the countless evil gods in the Spirit Devouring Prison fell on him, it was not as hot as the hot slap in the Bai family's land that day.

Cthulhu, Xuzu, no matter how cold and vicious the words are, it is still not as simple as the simple sentence "Why are you not the one who died?"

"Quickly, leave the Sealed Spirit Realm first." Wugou Tiandi suddenly spit out.

"Yi'er's injury is very strange, first go back to my cold realm and then take a closer look." The cold sky emperor said.

"Go." Senior Luo wanted to pick up Xiao Yi and leave.

But just at this time.

Xiao Yi's left hand was raised with difficulty but stubbornly, and it was heavily caught on Senior Luo's chest.

"What?" Senior Luo asked with a frown.

Xiao Yi's face was weak, "I'm not going anywhere... bring..."

"Take me back to the Blood Flame Realm..."

The hand that was caught on the robe of Senior Luo was trembling, as if even the robe was difficult to grasp.

"Okay." Senior Luo nodded, "Listen to you."

It was not until Senior Luo agreed that Xiao Yi's mouth showed a chuckle, and the hand holding the robe fell slowly and weakly. The **** palm left a blood stain on the slippery room on the robe, which stained Luo red. The clothes of the predecessors.

The redness was extremely dazzling, but Senior Luo had a clear idea of ​​the young man's determination.

Xiao Yi's weak and tired eyes slowly closed as the palm of his hand slipped weakly.

Perhaps, he was really so weak and exhausted that he could no longer sustain it.

The person holding him is obviously an old body, but so calm, so powerful, so warm, so that he can be trusted without any worry, and fall asleep.

"Go, return to the **** flame world." Senior Luo picked up Xiao Yi and let out a cold voice.

The eight old people hugged Xiao Yi and left.

On the one hand, the Empress of the Cold Realm and Xiao Chenfeng walked quickly, looking at Xiao Yi who was already fainting, they still called out anxiously, "Yi'er..."

However, an extremely indifferent gaze completely stopped their footsteps.

"Go away." Senior Luo looked at the two and spit out a word indifferently.

Whoosh whoosh...

Eight old people walked away.

The blood inflammation world belongs to, follow and leave.

The Empress of the Cold Realm and Xiao Chenfeng were stunned.

The Emperor of Cold Realm looked at the two with a cold expression on his face.

Emperor Wu Gu sighed lightly, "Let's go too."

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