The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

Chapter 61: rescue

"Money!"

Cen Baihe discovered that it was not the child's hand that was grasping, but Qi Yan's **** arm. He had never seen money with such an ugly face, this face was almost transparent, without a trace of blood.

He saw Qian Qian smile at him, pushed his hand away, pinched a finger at the speed of his invisible hand, and patted his eyes together with both hands. In an instant, the blood at the front of the battle line seemed to be alive, spreading to the entire battle line.

"Roar!"

Bai Hu let out a deafening cry, the chain on his body broke in response, and his body emitted a white light. The blood mist dispersed little by little, and the night breeze gently blew across his cheeks, and the moon and stars were thin and infinitely beautiful.

The four phantom beasts bowed to Qi Yan who was half-kneeling on the ground, and then all flew up to the sky, revived and returned to the mountain.

"The moon is so beautiful today," Qi Yan propped on the ground with his uninjured hands, turned his head to look at Cen Baihe, his eyes were dark and bright, "It's a pity, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and there is no time to eat moon cakes."

Cen Baihe stretched out his trembling hands, and when he was about to support him, Qi Yan smiled at him, leaned forward, and fell into the talisman formation painted with blood. Just the moment he fell, the originally dark Wangxiang Town regained its light, and the Jitian Formation and the Suohu Formation disappeared without a trace at the same time.

"Money..." Cen Baihe thought he had a loud voice, but the voice he squeezed out of his throat could only be heard by him.

"Money, money, money!"

"Money, what's wrong with you?!"

Master Zhao opened his eyes and saw a scene he would never forget.

The famous Cen Wuye in the imperial capital was full of horror, and he crawled toward the center of the formation. Qi Yan lay in the formation of the Jiuding Qiankun formation, soaked in blood, and became a veritable blood man.

He reached out and touched his forehead, where there was a drop of semi-dry blood. After a long pause, he finally realized that when Qi Yan talked about the Jiuding Universe Array yesterday, where did his feeling of something wrong come from. Because Qi Yan's words were too simple and easy, even with the help of noble people, it was impossible to destroy two serial formations that had been spawned by hundreds of thousands of lives in such a simple way.

Using the purple energy as the force, break the shackles of the tiger formation, and then use the spiritual energy, blood, and purple energy as sacrifices to exchange the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, and accelerate the completion and end of the sacrifice formation. As long as the heavens received the sacrifices he needed, the Jitian Formation would lose its original effectiveness.

"Don't move him," Master Zhao spit out blood, clutching his chest and said to Cen Baihe, "He used his spiritual energy too much, and his body couldn't bear such a load, so he exploded and was seriously injured. If you touch him, it is equivalent to using The knife is cutting his meat."

Generally, in such a situation, the monk can't survive.

But when he saw Cen Baihe's almost **** eyes, he couldn't say these words. I always feel that when I say this, the seemingly sane man in front of me will collapse.

"Money..."

Cen Baihe knelt on the soil covered with Qi Yan's blood, carefully stretched out his hand and brushed away a few strands of **** hair on Qi Yan's forehead, not looking at Master Zhao: "Save him."