. "What's your name?" Ping'er calmed down from surprise and asked seriously.

"Leng Ya." Leng Ya hesitated for a moment and replied in a low voice.

"Leng Ya? You... aren't you Ye Wuchen?" Ping'er's guess was deviated, and she muttered in surprise, and a little disappointed. Through so many rumors about Ye Wuchen, coupled with her hypothesis, the Ye Wuchen depicted in her heart must be a romantic, elegant, extraordinary, and powerful person. Back then, even the God of War Feng Chaoyang killed with one sword. The person in front of her was extraordinary temperament and courage, with a sharp face like a knife, and her eyes were extremely cold. She instinctively thought that the Northern Emperor Sect, who was capable of breaking into no one, would come to find Yan Zhimeng again. Ye Wuchen, who had an affair with her back then, never thought that what he said was a name she had never heard of.

Obviously, she only heard that Ye Wuchen was not dead, and she didn't know that he had "destroyed".

Ping'er's low shout made Leng Ya's heart suddenly move. His sharp eyes captured Ping'er's obvious disappointment expression, and his heart was turbulent again. In addition, she tried her best to hide it for no reason before. He seemed to see the dawn and whispered: "I'm not him...but he asked me to come."

"Ah..." Ping'er looked up from the disappointment and looked at Leng Ya for a few minutes: "Then why didn't he come by himself?"

Leng Ya said the words just now, which were equivalent to a gambling. He would no longer allow him to reveal more information to her. He said coldly: "If you know, tell me where she is."

"Hey, what's your expression? Why should I tell you? Hum!" Ping'er seemed to be angry by his cold tone and turned his face disdainfully, "Tell you, I'm the lady's maid. I've been by her side since the first day I came to the Northern Emperor Sect. If you want to know where the lady is, Hum, I'm the only one in the Northern Emperor Sect knows, but I just won't tell you!"

"You!" Leng Ya raised his eyebrows, and just as he was about to stand up, he pulled the injury on his feet. A violent stinging pain came, causing a hint of humming from his mouth. He heard the sound of Ping'er turned his head and his eyes fell on Leng Ya's seriously injured feet, and curled his lips and said, "You'd better take care of yourself first. I originally thought that you would have great skills to break into the Northern Emperor Sect, but I didn't expect that you would be so weak. I didn't know how you came in... Now that my feet were injured so seriously, even if I told you, how could you escape and tell Ye Wuchen."

Leng Ya was silent, inhaled lightly, and circulated his breath to suppress the injuries on his feet. He did not practice any skills, and healed his ability was extremely lacking. All he did was to use his own "qi" to suppress the deterioration of the injuries. Ping'er took a step forward, and his body almost touched Leng Ya. The woman approached. Leng Ya instinctively wanted to move back, but listened to Ping'er snorting: "Hey, don't move. You stupid guy, you can't even heal your injuries."

"You..." Leng Ya, who had never been scolded by a woman like this, glared at him, but saw Ping'er not even looking at him. He stretched out his right hand and grabbed his right ankle at once. His other hand brushed him off his shoes and socks with a faster brush. His shoes and socks were soaked in red by blood. The flesh around the wound had been partially stuck to the shoes and socks for a while. When Ping'er was torn off, the severe pain caused the muscles on Leng Ya's face to twitch, but his brain had entered a state of confusion for a long time and had not come back to his senses for a long time.

Before meeting Ye Wuchen, he had no friends and had never had much contact with women other than his mother. At most, he stayed by his mother's side. Growing up in this environment, he had an instinctive rejection of women. Although he was already over 10 years old, he never thought of his lifelong event. On the day his mother passed away, he had decided to follow Ye Wuchen for the rest of his life according to his mother's instructions. This is his remaining life.

At this moment, looking at the woman in front of him who took off her shoes and socks, a strange feeling that she had never felt before appeared in her heart, making him forget the pain in a daze. Then, he suddenly felt something and suppressed the inexplicable heart tide in his alertness.

"Oh, I can't tell, you are still very powerful, and you're so severe that you're not making any sound." Ping'er stared at Leng Ya's sole pierced soles, her scalp numbed a little, and she secretly admired Leng Ya a little. Before Leng Ya could react, she stretched her left hand forward, drew a circle in the void, and then slapped the wound on the sole of Leng Ya's feet. Leng Ya, who was about to break away from her right foot, suddenly felt a warm warm current coming from her feet, causing the pain to subside quietly in the heat flow, and even a warm feeling of comfort appeared.

"This is the Fire Soul Art of our Northern Emperor Sect. Although I have not practiced it carefully, it is still possible to heal such injuries. As long as you honestly say, you may be cured in a few days." Ping'er injected his fire soul power into his wound, and did not forget to recite it.

Leng Ya's expression froze, and he stared blankly at the girl in front of him who pressed her palm against the soles of his feet and had already begun to secrete fine beads of sweat from her forehead...

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boom--

The huge roar that seemed to be even shaking the sky lasted for a long time. The explosion that lasted for a long time could be heard throughout the Northern Emperor Sect and even dozens of kilometers around the Northern Emperor Sect. In this huge roar, all the screams were suppressed tightly, and people's hearing was temporarily lost.

"Xiangxiang, let's go." He still felt the heavy feeling of complete exhaustion and even a finger was extremely laborious. Shooting this arrow, one was to establish his authority, and the other was to attract the attention of the Northern Emperor Sect and make them have a little trouble in the next period of time. Leng Ya could use this to greatly reduce the pressure and take advantage of the opportunity to enter. And he had the only choice at this moment to leave, otherwise as long as one person attacked him at will, he would not be able to block it now.

On his shoulder, Xiangxiang was quiet for a while, but did not release Ye Wuchen's familiar white light. She turned quietly and lay in Ye Wuchen's ear and whispered "Yaya" for a while. Ye Wuchen's brows tightened: "The power of space is insufficient, so you can't move at a long distance? Huh... Then teleport at will, in short, leave here first."

Xiangxiang had moved from the fixed point where the Evil Sect was located to the center of the lost land, and then used two fixed-point short-distance teleportation in succession. The power of space is a kind of anti-sky power that manipulates space, and consumes extremely huge. Within a certain period of time, Xiangxiang could only use a long-distance fixed-point movement, and for a while, she was unable to fully recover.

After receiving Ye Wuchen's new order, Xiangxiang agreed with a "smacking" sound. A circle of slightly dim white light covered Ye Wuchen's body and disappeared silently in the air. Due to the obscurity of sand and dust, no one saw when he left.

In the sandstorm that covered the sky and the sun, the gravel floors that were lifted began to fall like large pieces of stone rain. Whether it was the dozens of people who were facing the "Blood Killing the Sky Arrow" head-on, or the people from the Northern Emperor Sect around them, they were all flying backwards by powerful forces, and half of them flew away with blood. Although they did not contact the power of the forbidden weapon head-on, they felt the power of the forbidden weapon in the aftermath of power.

The study room of the Northern Emperor Sect Master Yan Duanhun turned into flying stones and ashes all over the sky. A deep ravine that was more than five meters wide and could not be seen in the end extended far from the landing site of the "Blood Killing and Breaking the Sky Arrow". In ancient rumors, the disaster bow shot out the arrow of disaster that would cause terrible disasters. The first arrow, "Blood Killing and Breaking the Sky Arrow", pointed to the sky, which could burst the sky, point to the earth, and break the earth. Because Ye Wuchen's ability at this time was too far inferior to the Northern Emperor back then, the "Blood Killing and Breaking the Sky Arrow" he shot was far from the limit of the power of the disaster bow, but it was enough to shock the world.

The three god-level powerhouses present, Yan Duanhun, Yan Tianao, and Yan Tianao's nephew, the man who was only about fifty years old, Yan Duanzhu, three god-level powerhouses, and more than a dozen heaven-level powerhouses, still did not completely resist the power of the Blood-Sharp Heavenly Arrow, and flew out like bundles of straw that had been blown away... The seven heaven-level masters who faced the Blood-Sharp Heavenly Arrow were killed on the spot. Even Yan Duanhun, Yan Duanzhu, and Yan Tianao, who had god-level power, flew far away under the impact of violent energy. Although they did not die, after landing, none of them could stand firm and all fell to the ground. The qi and blood in their chest were surging wildly. If they were not pressed down, they would have spurted out wildly. When they stood up, they still retained the feeling of cutting hard on every part of their body like countless swords.

If one of them was defeated and injured by the arrow shot by the Northern Emperor's bow, they were acceptable, but the three god-level masters who rarely took action were resisted, and the strength of more than a dozen heaven-level masters were still defeated. They could not help but be moved violently, and there was a terrifying tremor and shadow in their hearts. The long ravines that broke the earth made them take a deep breath of air conditioning in horror.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the Evil Emperor had disappeared. The air was filled with the smell of dust and the sound of moans that overlapped together. Yan Tianao and Yan Duanzhe covered their chests, walked quickly to Yan Duanhun, and asked, "Sect Master, are you okay. Young Master..."

"I'm fine." Yan Duanhun showed a slight look of pain on his face, but he was immediately suppressed by him. He turned his head to look at Yan Ximing, who was already confused in the distance, shook his head and said, "Xi Ming would not be injured under the protection of me and the other three, but he just fainted."

He looked up at mid-air, but could no longer find the Evil Emperor. He said in a low voice: "It is worthy of being the legendary forbidden weapon... If any of us are hit alone..."

"I will definitely die!" Yan Tianao's old vigor and powerful voice said in an equally low voice.

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