The hand holding the pitch-black ghost sickle was as pale as snow, without a trace of popularity or death, like a work of art carved from cold jade, clean and pure, as if nothing could contaminate it.

It's just that such an unstained person is stepping on the top of a hundred ghosts, surrounded by a hundred ghosts, and walking towards the other side step by step.

With a calm step, it seemed that a lotus flower was reincarnated at his feet, raising the person's long-distance running, revealing a wisp of emerald pink.

Yi Li's pupils constricted, as he saw the long emerald green hair peeking out beneath the black cloak.

It's her?

The witch isn't dead!

This man, saved the witch?!

"Who the hell are you?"

As soon as the words fell, Yi Li's pupils shrank, and someone waved a black sickle against his throat, and Yi Li realized that his feet had been clutched by the white claws of the evil ghost.

"Ho Ho Ho ......"

The demon with the canine teeth split, gently licking* his ankle, as if it could bite it to pieces at any moment.

Beneath the cloak, the boy lifted up, and a fire burned quietly under his eyes.

With black hair and black eyes, black hair and white lips, and a frosty and ethereal temperament, Yi Li was suddenly stunned in place.

"Is that you?" Fighting Soul Sect ...... Ling Han?!

No, he's not Ling Han!

This guy is not angry!

He...... It's clearly not human!

The boy raised his eyes, and his long eyelashes concealed the deep, innocent emotions in them.

He hugged Lu Jiuque's hand tightly, letting her head rest in his arms, still not generous shoulders, but he could protect her steadily from a trace of waves.

So careful, as if she were the treasure of his life.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Wrong!

This breath is neither human nor ghost, neither dead nor alive, neither existent nor extinguished......

What's going on?

The boy frowned impatiently, the wind rose under his feet, and his hoarse voice echoed.

"She's not someone you can move."

In a word, the killing machine is heavenly.

Sharp pain came from Yi Li's abdomen, and his eyes widened, and he looked down sharply.

Turquoise thorns rose from the rotting waters, piercing his abdomen, crushing and absorbing the flesh that had turned outward, and raising him high in the stabbing night wind, like the banner of the victor.

How is this possible!

The life and death of this witch is unknown, why is this barren vine completely unaffected?

Don't......

The owner of this barren vine, not this witch?

"Poof......

Yi Xing's soul trembled, and he spit out a mouthful of donated blood from the corner of his mouth, his body withered inch by inch, but a pair of eyes were locked on the young man.

What shocked him even more than the barren vine was that this soul that was neither human nor ghost, neither dead nor alive, nor existent nor destroying the world.

At the moment when the breath of Yi Li dissipated, the young man hooked with the ghost sickle, and a touch of crimson soul was nailed to the top of the sickle by him, he put away the ghost sickle with his backhand, held the soul in the palm of his hand, opened his mouth, and devoured it.

"Crunch—"

The strong brand was bitten by him, and the power of the strong man's soul turned into a warm current and flowed into his body.

The young man lowered his eyes, there was warmth and reluctance surging in his dim eyes, he quietly stared at the unconscious Lu Jiuque, sighed slightly, leaned over and pinched her jaw, making her mouth open slightly, and fed the soul-leaving qi into her mouth in the air.

"Hmm......"

This weak moan fell into the young man's ears like a heavenly sound, and the terrible blood hole in her body gradually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The young man's cold and pale hand gently rubbed her lips, and his eyes murmured softly: "Jiu'er, you'll be fine......"