In the valley.
Huang Fan didn't care about anything. He led his clansmen straight into Golden Coral Mountain.
At this moment, everyone's attention was on the Blood God's Yin God, on … An Ziqing.
As for the Huang Family's movements, no one cared about them for now.
Huang Chen was dead, and many of the Huang Family's clansmen had been killed. The Huang Family, whose strength had been sharply reduced, had even more clansmen in Dark Moon City.
As long as the Yin God was taken care of and the Blood God's hidden danger was resolved, what could the Huang Family do?
"Ziqing?"
Yu Li called softly, but pushed the wheelchair and took Old Master Yu Can away.
She had clearly seen the fragments of the Blood God's Yin God merge into the purple-robed servant girl's body like dim light.
This meant that the Yin God was hiding in An Ziqing's sea of consciousness.
In such a situation, she couldn't estimate the depth of the Yin God. Just in case, she should take Old Master Yu away and let City Lord Yuan Lianyao and Li Feng, who cultivated the Frost Thunder Art, deal with it.
"Yu Yuan!"
Many people's gazes followed Yu Yuan, who was running at full speed.
After shouting "Stop!", he immediately rushed towards An Ziqing.
Yuan Lianyao was slightly surprised and said softly, "She's just a servant girl. Why are you so serious?"
As the head of the Yuan Family and the City Lord of Dark Moon City, her hands were indeed stained with blood.
Many of the blood belonged to her clansmen, comrades who had traveled in secret realms with her in the early years, and even many pursuers who admired her beauty.
For the sake of her own cultivation and the benefit of her family, she had always been ruthless.
Based on her understanding of Yu Yuan, she felt that Yu Yuan and she were actually the same kind.
— They both treated human lives like grass.
She was just a servant girl. Compared to the Blood God's Yin God, who was more important and who was more important?
On the way, Yu Yuan shouted, "Yu Family clansmen, stay away from An Ziqing!"
"Get out of the way!"
Old Master Yu Can in the wheelchair cooperated and gave the order.
Yu Lian and a few other elders that Yu Yuan was familiar with immediately moved away from them.
They were well aware that there would surely be a great upheaval surrounding An Ziqing.
Many Yu Clan members looked at the purple-robed servant girl with pity in their eyes.
They all felt that this girl was going to be sacrificed and killed by Yuan Lianyao and Li Feng.
"Yu Yuan?"
By the time he ran all the way to her side, Yuan Lianyao, who had stopped for a while, suddenly said in a soft voice, "The bigger picture is more important. That little girl is only a mortal, and not even a member of your Yu Clan. Don't let the Blood God escape because of her. Otherwise, the entire Dark Moon City will fall into trouble again. "
Li Feng, who was one step ahead of An Ziqing, was ready to attack.
Streaks of silver lightning shot out from the tip of the short spear.
"Let me take a look at the situation first."
After saying this, Yu Yuan walked past Yuan Lianyao with a deep frown. He slowed down and began to approach An Ziqing bit by bit.
No one knew if the Yin Spirit hidden in An Ziqing's body would suddenly attack.
Knowing that his cultivation was too low, Yu Yuan didn't dare to act rashly. He was afraid that his three souls would be wiped out by the Blood God in an instant. He would die before he even got close.
Suddenly, the purple-robed servant girl An Ziqing became the focus of everyone.
She was petite and wore a purple dress. Her head was lowered as if she was dozing off.
But everyone felt that it must be the Yin God that was quietly invading her soul sea and taking over her body.
"Ziqing."
Finally, Yu Yuan stopped seven or eight meters in front of her and called out softly.
Under Yuan Lianyao's signal, Li Feng stood on the left side of Yu Yuan, secretly guarding against the Yin God that had taken over An Ziqing's body.
Yuan Lianyao, Zhao Dongsheng, Zhao Zhenghao, and the other experts of Dark Moon City spread out tacitly.
They spread out around An Ziqing and surrounded her.
"Young Master …"
The purple-robed servant girl lowered her head, her shoulders trembling as if she was afraid or in pain.
She finally raised her head, her eyes filled with tears and her face pale. She seemed to have a premonition that she was going to die. She looked at Yu Yuan pitifully. "Young Master, am I going to die?"
As she spoke, a blood light suddenly swelled between her brows!
The blood light was like her third eye.
When the blood light swelled, she trembled even more and the painful expression on her face was even more heartbreaking. "It hurts, Young Master, it really hurts!"
"Senior of the Blood God, can I negotiate with you?"
Yu Yuan pondered for a moment and suddenly said, "I promise to let you leave alive. But please don't crush my servant girl's three souls before you leave her body. "
The purple-robed servant girl's teary eyes shone with a faint light of hope. "Young Master, Young Master."
She sobbed softly.
"Yu Yuan, this isn't a good idea, is it?" Zhao Dongsheng was the first to speak. His chubby face was scrunched up so hard that his eyes could barely be seen. "Let him leave and condense his nether soul with the help of the blood sacrifice spell formation. Once his nether soul returns to his fleshly body, who will be able to stop him? "
The charming smile at the corner of Yuan Lianyao's mouth gradually faded.
Instead, it was replaced by a kind of indifference to life. She looked calmly at Yu Yuan and said softly, "She's just a servant girl. Yu Yuan, in my heart, we're the same kind of people. Don't make me look down on you. "
"Old Master?" Yu Hu asked in a low voice.
From the looks of it, they were about to shed all pretense of cordiality at the slightest disagreement.
For An Ziqing's sake, it was very likely that Yu Yuan would destroy the good situation with his own hands.
Both the Yuan Clan and the Zhao Clan might bear grudges against each other because of this.
She turned to Yu Can for an answer.
Yu Can suddenly sat up straight in his wheelchair and said, "Why would the city lord and Zhao Dongsheng care about Yu Yuan's attitude? They could've ignored Yu Yuan, or even our clan, and killed An Ziqing directly. "
With these words, the old man smiled bitterly and said, "It's always been like this, isn't it? Before Yu Yuan, did the Yuan Clan and the Zhao Clan ever ask for our permission before they decided to do anything? "
Yu Hu was still confused. "Are you saying...?"
"There must be a reason why they respect Little Yuan," Yu Can said. "How many years has it been? Since when did our clan earn the respect of the Yuan Clan and the Zhao Clan? Since it's Little Yuan 'er who has earned their respect, then let him be! We shouldn't hold him back and interfere with him as his seniors. "
Yu Hu pondered briefly before saying, "Alright."
"I don't care whether you respect me or not, my lord." Yu Yuan looked straight into Yuan Lianyao's eyes as his face grew darker and darker. "You should be in charge of the formation hubs outside the city. If everything was done properly, the blood sacrifice formation wouldn't have worked at all. His Yin Soul wouldn't even have dared to leave the cave! "
"You're the one who made a mistake!"
Yu Yuan snorted coldly.
"Maybe," Yuan Lianyao said, sounding uncertain.
She had left the formation hubs outside the city to her father, Yuan Qiufang, and a few other elders of the Yuan Clan.
She hadn't received any news from them yet.
"You're the one who made a mistake." Yu Yuan came to a conclusion first, then looked at Zhao Dongsheng and said, "Uncle Zhao, I'll deal with what I promised you afterwards. However, if the Zhao Clan tries to stop me, then the agreement between you and me will be null and void!
"As for the Blackdragon Scissors, I'll return them to you afterwards."
Upon hearing these words, Zhao Zhenghao and Zhao Dongsheng's expressions flickered.
The Zhao Clan's plan to "devour the dragon" was full of troubles. They had finally seen hope because of him. How could they just give up like this?
"Heartless bastard! I thought so highly of him!" Zhao Yafu stomped her foot in anger. "He's just a servant girl, and he's going to abandon me! Bastard! "
"What are you talking about?" Zhao Xi was confused.
"Fine, fine." After Zhao Yafu finished her angry words, she suddenly thought of something and yelled, "Big brother Yu, I support you!"
Yu Yuan looked back at her in astonishment.
"I support you!" Zhao Yafu waved her hand vigorously to attract his attention. She thought to herself, "Doesn't his heartlessness towards me prove that he has feelings for that little girl?"
"Young master, why … are you willing to treat me like this?"
An Ziqing stared blankly at Yu Yuan. "I'm a lowly servant. You don't have to offend so many people because of me, do you?"
The pain in her body and mind seemed to lessen a lot at this moment.
Yu Yuan looked at her and said softly, "You were the first person I saw after I woke up. You were the one who took good care of me. No matter who you are, no matter what you want to do, I hope … "
He didn't finish his sentence.
As a person who had lived two lives, he only had a good impression of a few people from the Yu Clan. Yu Can was one of them, and An Ziqing was another.
Only Yu Wei, Yu Hu, and the others came after them.
In his previous life, when he was at the peak of his cultivation as a medicine refiner, he treated people like Yuan Lianyao and Zhao Dongsheng the same way he treated An Ziqing.
All he cared about was how others treated him.
An Ziqing's expression suddenly became incomparably strange.
"Young master."
She softly called out again and lowered her head again.
SHEW!
That blood-colored ribbon suddenly turned into a rainbow and shot towards him.
Like a belt, it wrapped around her slim waist.
Streaks of blood-colored light that could be seen with the naked eye flew out of the blood-colored ribbon, merged into her waist, and disappeared into her body.
The blood-colored Blood Sacrifice Spell Formation that enveloped the heavens started to surge violently.
It was as if the Blood Sacrifice Spell Formation had only been activated at this moment.
"Get the hell out of here!"
An Ziqing, who still had her head bowed, shouted in an unquestionable tone.
"Okay."
The messenger of the Blood God that had been hiding in her body answered uneasily, and then flew out obediently.
The God-Manifesting Dust floating over An Ziqing's head once again revealed the severely injured nether deity.
The nether deity, who seemed to be wearing a gray robe, floated over An Ziqing's head like a punching bag, bashful and fearful.
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