"Thank you, Taoist brother, thank you, Holy Lord." Xiangyin pursed her dry red lips, not showing much joy.

"I'm going to recover for a while, and you guys will protect me." The red-robed monk ordered and sat down cross-legged.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt something in his heart. He turned his head and looked aside. He saw a figure rushing towards this direction in that direction. He looked very familiar. He was a young man with a bag on his waist. He was holding a long sword, which showed the identity of the opponent's military cultivator, and the fluctuations in his mana were not too strong, only at the level of mid-Yue Yao.

In this world, Yueyao's mid-stage is really nothing. After all, in this ghost place, Yueyao's late-stage people are always there to catch a lot.

The red-robed monk was slightly stunned because he didn't know who was coming.

But Xiangyin beside him exclaimed, and the voice was full of disbelief and fear.

Immediately afterwards, the red-robed monk heard Xiangyin shouting hastily: "Sister, leave quickly!"

When their magic power was declining, the Xiangyin sisters fled away into the distance, as if they had encountered some savage beast.

It�s a pity that I can�t leave anymore!

Several rivers of blood transformed from the precious blood swept in from all directions, and as Lu Ye's figure approached, the place turned into a circle of encirclement.

Xiangyin was still struggling, but the blood rivers suddenly expanded, merged with each other, and turned into a huge blood ball, tightly wrapping this large area.

There was no blood in the center of the blood cell, and also the faces of Xiangyin and Xiangyin sisters. After realizing that they could not get out, the two sisters had no choice but to fall down and stare in horror at the people standing in front of them. In the distance, Lu Ye and Xiangyin's body was trembling, and the knuckles on his clenched fists were white.

I still can't figure out how Lu Ye, who was only in the middle stage of Yueyao's cultivation, escaped from the power of that red talisman. Moreover, judging from his appearance, he was not affected by the power of the red talisman at all.

The red-robed monk didn't know who Lu Ye was at first, but after seeing the performance of the Xiangyin sisters, he immediately had a guess.

Looking steadily at Lu Ye, who was standing not far away, a hint of shame flashed in the red-robed monk's eyes.

Originally... he could be on the same side as Lu Ye and treat each other as brothers, but it's a pity that they met in such a bad way.

"Which one is it from?" he asked, with a hint of calmness in his expression.

Because if the saintliness of this newcomer is really as terrifying as he knows, then even if his cultivation is beyond the opponent's first level, he is just fish on the chopping board, and there is no point in resisting.

Not to mention that he was spending a lot of energy at the moment and his strength was greatly reduced.

For many years, he had been living in pain, because of the forced betrayal, dying like this might also be a kind of relief.

"Eastern!" Lu Ye replied casually.

The red-robed monk nodded slightly: "I am from the south, and my Taoist companion is..."

Lu Ye raised his hand to stop: "Needless to say, I won't take your news out."

The red-robed monk was startled and said with relief, "That's good!" When he finished speaking, the remaining mana buzzed loudly, and purple fluorescence bloomed from his body.

Sure enough, he was still unwilling to die like this. If he could face death calmly, he would not have chosen to join the Holy Blood Peak back then. JrNovels.com