"Lan Zhi, you'd better stop in moderation, I don't want to shoot at you." Qingli reminded.

Bai Zhen returned with a light smile.

In the next second, the movements in his hands suddenly accelerated.

What she wanted was for him to take action.

Bai Zhen knew that she was not Qingli's opponent, so she did everything she could, all her moves were aimed at his destiny, so he had to defend with empty hands.

Because of his distraction, the golden light in the outermost layer of the Demon-fighting Formation actually dimmed a little, and the talisman plate at the bottom of the formation shook a little.

Bai Zhen was overjoyed, this method really worked.

"Qingli, if you withdraw from the formation and let Yuanli and I live together, I will thank you in the future."

Qing Li shook her head, "Lan Zhi, he is the reincarnation of a demon god, and the soul of the God of Zhao Ye is in his body. If the divine power is awakened, the demon clan will surely attack the immortal world, and then the life will be ruined, and the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"He won't." Bai Zhen's tone was firm.

Qing Li sighed, "You don't need to say more, I will never let him go."

"Qingli, you like me, right?"

Qingli's movements froze suddenly, and she didn't expect that such a sentence would suddenly come out of her.

The thin layer of paper that had been separated for hundreds of years was punctured so unexpectedly with a snap.

Bai Zhen just wanted to rescue Yuan Li at the moment, so naturally he didn't think about it so much, so he took advantage of his blank expression and stabbed with his sword directly.

When the sword's edge is five centimeters away from the door.

Qingli's eyes narrowed, and she suddenly came back to her senses, and her body instinctively slapped a palm.

The force of that palm was extremely heavy, and Bai Zhen's body directly let out the force, like a feather, and was knocked out.

After Qing Li slapped her, she realized what she had done.

There was a trace of helplessness and regret on that warm and handsome face, he gritted his teeth, retracted his hand, flew down towards Bai Zhen, grabbed her waist, and caught her.

Bai Zhen rolled her eyes and smiled.

There was still bright red blood on the corner of her mouth, and she looked a little sad when she smiled like that.

"Qingli. Sorry. Thank you."

After speaking, she waved her hand.

The long sword shot out and passed through the golden light.

That layer of barrier was like glass, with cracks appearing first, then crashing and collapsing into golden fragments. The bottom talisman also gradually disappeared.

And because of the shackles that suddenly disappeared, the **** boy in the center of the formation fell weakly from the air.

Bai Zhen patted Qing Li lightly, broke free from his embrace, and ran towards the young man.

Qingli covered the place she had beaten, closed her eyes, covered the dim light in her eyes, and sighed.

In the end, she still lost.

Not far away, Bai Zhen hugged Yuan Li and gently wiped the blood from his face.

"Yuanli, wake up, it's alright."

The boy's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes slightly.

He curled his lips slightly and smiled at her.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only spit out a large mouthful of blood.

"Don't talk, don't worry, it'll be fine. Everything will be fine."

Bai Zhen said, her fingertips trembling - shaking, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth over and over again.

But Naihe's palms and cuffs had long been soaked in blood, and no matter how she wiped it, she couldn't wipe it clean.

Yuan Li slowly raised her hand, and gently pulled on the corner of her clothes like she usually acted like a spoiled child.

He opened his mouth, saying something stubbornly despite the continuous flow of blood.

Bai Zhen turned her ears close, barely making out what he said.

He said, "Lanzhi, I want to go home."