The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Chen Xiangyin's body has reached its limit, his steps are heavy, his breathing is rapid, and every breath he takes is like an ice blade penetrating his heart.

There was a crisp clang sound, which was when Xuan Guo's jade pot was knocked to the ground. It was not broken, and the smoke gradually dissipated.

Pang Wenkui roared at the top of his lungs and unleashed a crazy attack.

Without the blessing of karma fire, he could not wait to smash the mysterious fruit that suddenly appeared into pieces!

"What a joke! How dare you stand up against me with your meager moral skills? Do you know that even your master is here! In front of me! You have to kneel down and beg for mercy!"

As he spoke, Pang Wenkui used his magic power with both fingers and drew talismans in the air. The vicious talisman exuding black energy quickly attacked Xuan Guo.

Xuan Guo suddenly turned into a black cat and squirmed to avoid it.

Pang Wenkui hit one blow after another, unstoppable.

"You think you can defeat me by helping this bitch destroy the statue?! What a dream! You two are destined to fail together!"

"Tum!!"

The huge web-like talisman fell on Xuan Guo's black figure, shattering the surrounding boulders.

Xuanguo screamed, rolled his body, and hurriedly avoided.

Chen Xiangyin saw that Xuanguo was under Pang Wenkui's fierce attack, and felt anxious. A surge of strength surged into his heart, and his numb feet moved forward again.

Xuan Guo is no match for Pang Wenkui, she can't put him in danger!

"Pang Wenkui!!" Chen Xiangyin shouted, blood spurting out from between his teeth.

Pang Wenkui turned his head and saw Chen Xiangyin, with a hint of surprise and anger on his twisted face.

He never imagined that Chen Xiangyin had changed so much in more than twenty years.

With the same mortal body, how could that frail woman be as strong and strong as bones now?

She used all her strength to destroy the evil statue, and her heart must be damaged, so why not die? !

Chen Xiangyin was indeed dying. His vision was getting blurry and he was holding on to his steps.

Pang Wenkui felt a little timid. He saw strong murderous intent in Shen Xiangyin's eyes and wondered how much potential she had.

He was indeed afraid of death. This was his last life and he couldn't gamble.

Where there is life, there is hope!

Chen Xiang watched Pang Wenkui turn around and escape towards the stairs leading to the ground.

Her footsteps were heavy, and the unfinished will in her heart prompted her to try her best to catch up.

In the early morning, the mountain forest was filled with mist.

The silhouettes of the trees swayed in the faint moonlight, forming patches of interlaced shadows, and the eyes were full of deep blue.

Pang Wenkui shuttled through the shadows of the mountains and forests, hurried and panicked, looking back from time to time, fear and anxiety intertwined in his eyes.

Behind him, Agarwood chased closely.

Every time Chen Xiangyin takes a step, he must press the weight of his entire body up to resist his dying body's disobedience.

Suddenly a strong wind blew, making Agarwood chill all over and unable to open his eyes.

She stumbled, and thorns shot out from the ground, wrapping around her ankles, piercing the skin and cutting holes, preventing her from continuing to pursue.

Chen Xiangyin tore off the thorns with his bare hands and broke through the obstacle manipulated by Pang Wenkui's evil magic.

Her eyes were always fixed on Pang Wenkui's back.

He must die today, in front of her!

The distance between the two shortened to the extreme.

Pang Wenkui turned around and suddenly did the opposite. Instead of running away, he launched an offensive towards Chenxiang.

The palm of his hand gathered strength and struck directly at Chen Xiangyin's chest.

Chen Xiangyin reacted almost instinctively, raising the sacrificial pestle to block. The huge impact shook her body, and a large amount of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Pang Wenkui escaped again, and Chen Xiangyin caught up with him with a sigh of relief.

During the chase, there was no road ahead. On a steep cliff, the biting mountain wind was cutting like a knife.

Pang Wenkui stood on the edge of the cliff, with the bottomless abyss behind him and the ghostly agarwood in front of him.

……

The crane soars into the sky and steps into Jiuyao, and the door behind him slams shut.

It is recorded in the Academy's Book of Instructions that this place is a labyrinth, constructed by obscure and incomprehensible ingenuity.

Although I don’t know what it is exactly, I can foresee that every step is stepping on the boundary between life and death.

The pain in He Chongtian's body came like a tide, but he entered a state of flow.

There is no other focus, just trying to get through.

With Tang Dao in hand, he could see nothing in the darkness, and his hearing became extremely sensitive, and he could almost hear the flow of his own blood.

Slowly move forward along the winding passage. Every step you take, you must use the tip of your knife to test the ground to make sure there are no hidden traps.

Try to stay calm with every breath, so as not to miss the smallest abnormal sound or sudden activation of a mechanism.

Suddenly, a series of sharp sounds struck from all directions, the timing and angles were perfectly calculated.

He Chongtian relied on his reaction to hearing the sound to identify his position, and avoided these death kisses with just a hair's breadth.

It's a blade!

It was as fast as drizzle, and the injuries on his body were too serious. Crane soared to the sky and had no time to retract his unruly arms.

The blade flew past and cut the outside of the forearm.

The crane soared into the sky and passed through the area quickly. Before it could take a breath, the ground suddenly cracked.

Stone thorns sprouted out like a forest.

The crane rolled high into the sky and flew across the ground. The sound of the collision of stone thorns came from behind.

His heart was beating violently, but it was slow and delayed. He Chongtian couldn't tell whether he couldn't see things because of the darkness or because he was dying.

You have to take a break first and take it easy.

He tested it with the tip of the knife, found a safe place, sat down slumped, and adjusted his breathing.

In the darkness, there was a cold laugh.

"You betrayed your mother and risked your own life for a woman. You really opened the eyes of your brothers!"

Is there an ambush in Jiuyao?

He Chongtian couldn't tell who his "younger brother" was. He didn't respond. He clenched the Tang Dao tightly and prepared to fight.

A cold light flashed, and the person swung his sword and rushed towards him.

He shot into the sky and just escaped the attack when he suddenly felt the vibration of the air coming from him!

A dart traced a trajectory in the darkness.

"Mother asked you to stop him, not kill him! We are all brothers and sisters, why do you want to be so cruel?!"

The crane jumped into the sky and rolled to avoid it. It was obvious that the owner of this dart did not want to embarrass him. The speed was slow and the force was weak, and it was not aimed at the vital point.

Someone used a heavy weapon to hit the foothold of He Chongtian.

He Chongtian judged the person's position through the sound, jumped up lightly, avoided the fatal blow, and accurately hit the opponent's wrist with the handle of the knife, causing the weapon to fly away.

"He Chongtian, I can't stand your arrogance the most. I used to respect you a little, but now, we have to clean up the house for my mother!"

He Tongtian turned around and retreated again and again. He could no longer lift the knife.

"Are you sick?! See a doctor if you are sick! In a society ruled by law, in the 21st century, what is the purpose of cleaning up the house?!"

In the darkness, several people in the ambush seemed to have disagreements and had an argument.

The crane soared into the sky, unable to stand.

He didn't want to fight, so he took advantage of the chaos to escape.

Being a deserter didn't seem that hard to accept. He jumped up to the sky and slipped away far away.

Until the walls on both sides suddenly moved, and he rolled out of the way in time.

His heart was palpitating and his ears were ringing. He Tongtian thought that if he had reacted a little slower just now, he would have been crushed into a meat pie...

Unable to move any longer, He Chongtian's knees softened and he knelt on the ground. He held the Tang Dao with trembling hands, but he could not support his heavy body.

So tired...so painful...

The pain in his body was magnified by the darkness.

His back was covered with purple swelling and congestion from being beaten, and blood was still oozing from the torn skin.

The wounds penetrated by wooden nails, every movement will affect the pain buried deep in the flesh.

After more than a week, I was exhausted physically and mentally, and my strength was withered.

Before he could take a few more breaths, he stepped closer, and the ambushers caught up with him...