Enhance comprehension

At this time, Bai Qingxin was unscathed after the lightning strike. The black energy on her body slowly gathered towards the top of her head. Slowly, it gathered into a human shape above Bai Qingxin's head.

Looking at Bai Qingxin again, I saw that Bai Qingxin was holding the scepter that flew over from Bai Luran, and her expression was a little sluggish. The smoke shadow above her head was also holding a scepter, her expression was proud and magnificent, as if she had spiritual intelligence.

I saw Bai Qingxin raising his hand dully and waving the staff in his hand, and at the same time, the smoke shadow above his head followed him like a shadow. Following Bai Qingxin's wave at the same time, a bolt of lightning flew out from the staff in the smoke shadow's hand, and hit Bai Heran in front of him with great accuracy.

Bai Heran was blasted several meters away.

Immediately, Bai Qingxin moved slightly and moved in front of Bai Heran. She looked around at the broken formations and Bai Heran, whose eyes were full of terror.

"Ten thousand ghosts and soul-eating array?" Bai Qingxin's voice was a little hoarse at this time, and she felt old.

"Who are you exactly?"

"What do you want to do to the heir of my Long family? Seize his body?"

"You used the Tianling Six Harmony Formation to massacre tens of thousands of monks, including several immortals, just to seize the body of the true dragon that is the descendant of this old man. You are quite courageous!" After Bai Qingxin finished speaking, he fired another lightning rod, instantly killing Bai He.

However, he was dying.

"My wife, Long Ya, is also a descendant of your Long clan. What's wrong with me trying to save her?" Bai Heran yelled with all his last strength.

"The law of heaven is constant. The Long family has this fate. You, a mortal, can't solve it. Today you committed a heinous crime. I will seek justice for the many undead souls who died in vain. You can do it for yourself!" Bai Qingxin said with all her strength.

With all his strength, he swung out a black ball of light, which instantly swallowed up Bai Heran in front of him.

Qianer's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and she hesitated to speak. Bai Qingxin's last words seemed to have profound meaning.

At this time, Wan Hu struggled to climb to Yue'er's side again, held up Yue'er's exquisite face, took out a Nether Soul Chasing Pill, fed it to Yue'er and took it, feeling a little relieved, as long as Yue'er had one

If the tone is there, it means there is no problem. Wan Hu naturally knows the function of the Nether Soul Chasing Pill.

"It's useless, kid!" Bai Qingxin looked at Wan Hu's actions coldly and said suddenly.

"This is the holy medicine for healing, just..."

"It's useless. I know your heaven-defying medicine, but it's useless for this girl." Bai Qingxin interrupted Wan Hu's words.

"How could it be..." Wan Hu said he didn't believe it, but he clearly felt that Yue'er's life breath was getting weaker and weaker.

"This Ten Thousand Ghost Soul Devouring Formation specializes in seizing souls and lifespan. This woman has lost three souls and seven souls. Her lifespan is about to expire, and there is no cure."

"You said Bai Heran wanted to seize her, why would you set up this formation to persecute her like this?" Sanqian Yiyun on the side couldn't help but interjected and asked.

"My lineage of the Long family is the inheritance of the true dragon that seizes the world. In fact, if an ordinary person can seize the body, it can only be swallowed up by the latent bloodline of the Long family. I think that person must have thought of this. I don't know where to find it.

This formation destroyed three souls and seven souls, destroyed endless longevity, and used the immortal weapon to suppress it, intending to use this method to seize the body. Speaking of which, if no one stopped him, he might not have succeeded!"

"What is the function of the Lingliuhe Formation that day, and why is it so difficult for us to raise our strength?"

"The Tianling Liuhe Formation is a forbidden formation in the prison world. It seizes people's minds and sucks their souls. People have three souls and seven souls, which complement each other. If one of them is missing, the essence will be sealed. If they are all sucked away, their life will be over.

.The person who arranges this formation will surely fall into the endless void after death, and his eternity will be worse than reincarnation."

Bai Qingxin seemed to know everything at this time, patiently answering various questions for Sanqian Yiyun, but she couldn't bear to look at Wanhu again.

At this time, Wan Hu, holding Yue'er whose vitality was gradually fading, felt a sense of powerlessness that he had never experienced before, and his thoughts seemed to have returned to ten years ago...

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A chaotic neighborhood in Chaos City.

The winter snow is falling, covered in silver light.

A little boy in slovenly clothes, holding a little girl in tattered clothes in his hand, was running as fast as he could in the street. Someone seemed to be chasing him behind him. He looked like an older beggar.

Finally, the little boy took the little girl and hid in an abandoned temple, escaping the chase.

"What's your name?" the little girl asked.

"Little tiger."

"Don't you have a last name?"

"No, what's your name?"

"Yue'er."

In this way, two little beggars who had never met before became friends.

At the same time, the entire Chaos City was under martial law, as if someone was wanted, there were monks patrolling everywhere every day.

Yue'er doesn't know how to beg, and Xiaohu will give it to Yue'er every time he begs for food. At night, the two of them cling to each other to keep warm.

For Xiaohu, who has never had any friends, Yue'er seems to know a lot even though she doesn't know anything, and has taught herself a lot of knowledge, making her feel less lonely.

"Yue'er, can we be good friends for life..." Xiaohu asked with a blushing face.

"..." Yue'er was silent for a while, and then gave a gentle blessing.

Time passed, half a month passed, and Chaos City also ushered in the most severe cold period. There were more monks patrolling Chaos City, and Chaos City was shrouded in martial law. In the past few days, the little tiger had not been able to ask for food.

The two little beggars spent their time hungry. It was a cold night and there was no food to provide heat. Yue'er was shivering from the cold. Xiaohu quietly took off his clothes and covered Yue'er.

The next day, the little tiger had a fever, hunger, and cold. The little tiger became delirious. He only knew that Yue'er seemed to have gone out.

It wasn't until midnight that Yue'er limped back, her body covered in blood, she staggered to the side of the little tiger and fell headlong.

"Yue'er, what's wrong with you?" Xiaohu woke up a little and looked at Yue'er in front of him, his clothes were ragged, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he looked extremely weak.

"Xiaohu...is it Xiaohu...?" Hearing Xiaohu's call, Yue'er reluctantly opened her eyes.

"Ha! It's me, it's me! Yue'er!"

"Xiaohu...steamed bun...here..." Yue'er reluctantly took out a steamed bun from her arms.

"No, stop talking. You are bleeding. You need to stop the bleeding quickly... Where? Where is there someone? Hurry, come and help!"

"Ahem...blood...a lot of blood...am I going to die...?"

"No, I will never die, I will not let you die...Absolutely!"

"Ahem...thank you...it's really...great...to meet you."

"No... don't... Yue'er—"

At this time, several monks suddenly broke in from outside. Their eyes lit up when they saw Yue'er in Xiaohu's arms.

"Little miss, is it you, miss!" The monk quickly rushed to Yue'er's side and picked up Yue'er, full of worry.

"Master Immortal, please, save Yue'er..." Seeing the Immortal Master coming, Xiaohu immediately knelt down and begged desperately.

The monk ignored the little tiger, kicked it away, fed Yue'er a pill, and then left.

"Xiaohu, my name is Long Xingyue!" Yue'er looked at Xiaohu who was getting further and further away, shouted with her last breath, and then fainted.

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Less than a month of getting along with each other brought Wan Hu nearly ten years of indelible memories. In the past ten years, he tried every means to learn that Yue'er seemed to be the eldest lady of a family that cultivated immortals. As for why he was reduced to this

The reason was unknown to the street. Just when Wan Hu was about to despair, he was discovered by the Xuanyue Sect passing by that he had a high talent for cultivation. By chance, he joined the Xuanyue Sect, one of the five sects and seven sects of the Tianxing Continent. From then on, Wan Hu

The hope of coming back to find Yue'er was rekindled...

But I never thought that meeting again ten years later would end like this...

For a time, regret, helplessness, and an abnormal sense of powerlessness frustrated Wan Hu's fragile mind, just like the helplessness he felt for Yue'er ten years ago. Unexpectedly, ten years later, history repeated itself again, and this time there was no way to save it.

Wan Hu hugged the dying Yue'er, beat his chest and stamped his feet, crying with regret.

At this time, Yue'er slowly opened her eyes.

"Yue'er..." Wan Hu called out hurriedly.

"It's...Xiaohu...well..." Yue'er's voice was very weak.

"It's me, it's me, Yue'er..."

"I...we...met...again..." Yue'er tried hard to raise her hand and touch Wan Hu's face, but she couldn't exert any strength.

"Yue'er, don't be afraid. It will be fine soon. We will never be separated in our lives." Wan Hu held Yue'er's hand and gently placed it on his face, but tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.

"It's nice to see you again..." Yue'er smiled reluctantly, but she became even weaker.

Afterwards, Yue'er closed her eyes again and lowered her hands feebly. The breath of life was already blurred, and it seemed that the end was approaching.

"Who, who can save Yue'er? Anyone can do it, come quickly..." Wan Hu yelled in panic, and his mind began to become unclear.

"Boy, I have a trick!" An older voice suddenly came from nowhere, and Wan Hu suddenly woke up from his frenzy and confusion.

"Who? What method?"

ps: Here comes the third update. It’s said that Sajia is really not good at writing emotional dramas, so we’ll just have to look at it. Although it’s a bit bloody, Sajia thinks it’s at least a little bit touching. By the way, I’d like to recommend and comment on it.

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