Soul Emperor?

Are you calling him? No, it should not be.

It should just be the evil emperor who felt the residual Divine Sword aura on his body.

As for the old guy?

Can the evil emperor, such an ancient existence full of endless ancient aura, be called an old fellow?

Who will it be?

In the last second before the consciousness fainted, Xiao Yi had some doubts in his heart.

However, before he could think about it, his consciousness was completely lost.

But he was not worried that the evil emperor had retired, and the space cracks in the evil realm had disappeared.

His large flame array will also collapse as he loses his control.

Everything ends here.

Xiao Yi's face, which had been cold, finally relaxed slightly at this moment, showing a little smile.

Below, there was only an exclamation.

"Little Xiao Yi."

"Xiao Xun boy."

"Boy Yi Xiao."

"Brother Xiao Yi."

"Junior Brother Xiao Yi."

"..."

With a cry of exclamation, a group of figures showed concern.

However, there were only eight elderly people, the fastest, and they rose out of the sky.

"Go away."

"It's you who should get out of here."

"Let go to the old man."

"..."

The eight old people flew towards Xiao Yi together, and at almost the same time came to Xiao Yi's body that had fallen and lost consciousness.

The eight people took Xiao Yi at the same time, but at the same time they glared at each other and shouted.

Slap... slap... slap... slap...

The eight palms immediately confronted each other.

"This..." Below, a strong man looked at this high-altitude competition with a strange face.

A strong man, his face was smacked, but no one dared to say a word.

"The son..." Below, Wei Yiyi looked worried and looked at the sky nervously.

She knew that her son must have suffered serious injuries at this moment.

Just at this moment, Sky Splitting Sword Fairy waved her sleeves and looked at the Long Sky Brewer on the side, "Hey, boy, help me protect this little girl first."

While talking, Sky Splitting Sword Fairy looked at Wuxin Juzhu and others, "The same goes for you guys."

"I think you have a good relationship with Xiao Yi boy."

"Boy?" Changtian Wine Demon was stunned, and nodded subconsciously, "Uh...ok."

Whoosh... a figure in white clothes rose in the sky instantly.

"Get out of the way." Before the person arrived, he shouted violently, and slammed out into the sky with swords.

Beneath the sound of the sword soaring to the sky, there was an extreme cold sword aura that was extremely powerful.

I'm afraid that even the veteran powerhouses waiting to be idle can't take this sword.

However, in front of these eight old people, this sword aura was almost nothing.

"Humph."

With only an old cold snort, the sword energy collapsed instantly, and it collapsed silently and without warning, as if it had never appeared.

"Heir of Ice Saint?" Except for the master of Shura Palace and the master of Fengsha, the other six old people all frowned and looked at Heavenly Cracking Sword Fairy.

After that, his face was light and ignored again.

"Hey, a bunch of old things, don't you let go?" Senior Jian Ji snorted, looking at Xiao Yi who was fighting for the eight.

The Lord of the Heavenly Secret Hall's face became cold, "When is it your turn for a little girl to speak more here?"

"But want the old man to blow you down?"

On the side, the Master Palace Master Shura sneered, "Try it out."

"This little girl is one of Xiao Yi's most respected elders in the family."

"She hurt half of her hair. When Xiao Yi kid wakes up, with this kid's stubbornness, you can see how he cares about you."

"This..." The Master of the Heavenly Secret Hall's face twitched.

But he has no doubt about the words of the main palace master of Asura, and he also knows what his successor Xiao Xun is.

On the side, the Master Hallmaster of the Hunting Demon, the Master Palace Master of the Yandian, and the Master Palace Master of Yaozun, frowned and looked at Senior Jian Ji.

"Most half a year ago, the kid Yi Xiao made a riot in the Tianzang Academy for you, and it was upset?"

Senior Jian Ji did not answer, but her face was cold, "Huh, let go of my mother."

"This is the successor to my Sky Splitting Sword Sect."

When the voice fell, Senior Jian Ji put out both hands.

The slender hands forcibly shook the eight old palms, and took Xiao Yi who was already fainted.

The eight people pouted, but didn't care.

"This stinky girl." The Chief Palace Master said angrily.

Senior Luo's face was domineering, his eyes were cold, but his face twitched.

They also remembered that when the elder Shengyue intended to kill this woman, Xiao Yi said that she wanted to bury the entire Holy Moon Sect with half a hair.

Below, there were horrified gazes, and silhouettes looked sideways.

"This woman, so brave, dare to **** someone from the hands of the eight chief palace masters?"

In the world, if you can retire the eight chief palace masters with a few words, I'm afraid this is the only one.

With horrified gazes, he looked at the white figure.

And the white figure, with the saint, holding the kendo evildoer in his hands, floating away.

...

Inside an antique boudoir.

Warm and soft above the bed.

Xiao Yi slowly woke up from the fainting.

"Um." Xiao Yi snorted, his face a little pale.

Slowly opened some heavy eyelids, slightly bitter.

I had just moved a little bit, and my whole body was in pain.

Opening his eyes, the first thing I saw was Yiyi sitting on the bed.

Not far away, on the bedside table, there was a lazy woman in white with one hand resting her cheek on it. She was Senior Jian Ji.

"The son."

Almost the moment Xiao Yi opened his eyes, Yiyi at the corner of the bed reacted instantly.

Obviously, during the period when Xiao Yi was in a coma, Yiyi had been waiting, not sleeping for a while.

And the slumbering woman at the desk also opened her eyes, glanced at Xiao Yi, and then at Yiyi, "Girl, I told you earlier, this perverted kid can't die."

"He always likes to make jokes about his own life, and he doesn't listen to it, or scolds for nothing."

"You should worry about him less."

"Yiyi." After Xiao Yi opened his eyes, his gaze was almost completely fixed on the woman in front of him.

Xiao Yi endured the severe pain and forcibly struggled to sit up.

Only then found out that he was naked to the upper body and covered with white gauze.

"My son, you still have injuries, just lie down." Yiyi eagerly supported Xiao Yi.

Senior Jian Ji got up and walked over, smiling and cursing, "You kid, you just woke up and just cared for the beauty, even the injury?"

"Oh, I'm fine." Xiao Yi shrugged and smiled.

However, after shrugging his shoulders, he took another breath.

The wound on the shoulder, under the white gauze, seemed to be torn apart.

"It's still brave." Senior Jian Ji glared, walked to the corner of the bed and sat down, and put Xiao Yi's arm.

After a long while, nodded.

"Well, the injury has stabilized, but there are a lot of injuries all over the body, and I still need to cultivate."

"You kid, do you know how serious your injury is?"

"The whole body has injuries, eight sword marks, 12 dagger marks, and 33 palm prints on the chest. Every injury is almost flesh-and-bone, and every injury is not light."

"The internal organs and the limbs are hundreds of skeletons, more than half damaged, more than 50% damaged, and there are a lot of fractures."

"Fortunately, the old thing in the Yaozun Hall is a good alchemist, otherwise you are afraid that you will not wake up now."

"Is this serious?" Xiao Yi smiled and asked, "How long have I been in a coma?"

"It's been seven days and nights." Yiyi answered.

...

Second more.

The third update, let's put it in the early morning. It's too late to go home tonight. It exceeded my previous estimate. I didn't have time to finish the two changes. Sorry.