Chapter 155: Fire-Chasing Moth

The girl's life is full of changes.

She was once the princess of Dagan, who enjoyed all the glory and wealth.

But at the age of sixteen, she suddenly became a wanted fugitive and lost her parents.

The root of everything.

The beginning and end of everything.

It is closely related to the emperor of Dagan.

He was the mastermind behind all the tragedies, who watched the people die tragically with indifference.

Wu Yingxue gritted her teeth and glared at the dragon-robed demon.

"Dog! Emperor!"

In this dark night, the 100,000 mountains were like a giant mouth with sharp teeth, swallowing all sounds and colors, but the girl's hoarse shout full of anger broke the silence.

The demon was unmoved.

Still with that majestic look.

In every move, there was a dangerous aura, which made the girl's body tremble constantly to warn.

"Interesting..."

"It turned out to be Dingyuan's escaped fish."

After a moment,

The demon clapped his hands in delight, showing his joy at seeing the game change.

"The last person who stood in front of me ate his food, so why are you here?"

The demon shook his palms lightly, and in a careless manner, the terrifying aura sealed the sky and the earth, completely cutting off all possible escape routes.

But the girl had no intention of running away.

She held a spear with a sharp tip and answered, "A dream."

"Dream?"

"He gave me a dream that everyone can have enough food and everyone can survive."

Wu Yingxue's answer was so unreasonable.

The demon was stunned.

Gradually, sarcasm appeared on his face.

"I thought it was something else, but it turned out to be such an unrealistic statement. Do you know that there are endless demons in this world?"

"Once upon a time, I also thought about resisting."

"But human power is weak, demons are endless, and there are so many demon gods and demon saints above."

"So, I realized that human power has its limits after all. Instead of hoping that man can conquer nature, it is better to become a demon."

It seems that I haven't talked to anyone for too long.

The Emperor of Dagan was not in a hurry to attack, but talked about some past events.

That was a distant story thousands of years ago.

The demons, led by Qinglong, abducted a large number of human beings, including the Emperor of Dagan, and raised them in the Ten Thousand Mountains as livestock.

During this period, some people resisted and some struggled.

But they all failed.

So, the Emperor of Dagan at that time collapsed, thinking that the Qi and Blood Martial Arts was useless, and took the initiative to surrender to Qinglong, drinking dragon blood to achieve a half-dragon body.

By establishing Dagan, more delicious food was raised for the demons.

That is, human warriors.

"How about it? Would you like to surrender to me? I can guarantee that you will not die."

"Get lost, you are worse than a pig or a dog!"

Wu Yingxue's face was ugly. She waved her spear without hesitation, dancing like a storm and raindrops, forming an impenetrable fire.

Snap!

Snap!

The spear stabbed the demon with crackling sounds.

It did not tear any wounds.

On the contrary, the girl's hands were shaken so badly that she almost let the weapon slip out of her hands.

"Is that so..."

"You are just as stupid as your father. You are so stupid."

The demon snorted coldly.

The human hand turned into a dragon claw.

Covered with green scales, it swept across at will, and the surging force blasted the girl away.

That was the power that surpassed the innate realm, the realm of the demon king comparable to the martial arts immortal.

The terrifying flesh and pure power could easily crush everything.

It was impossible for an innate warrior to win.

Even the outside world's geniuses could not complete this nightmare battle.

After the blow, Wu Yingxue was blown far away, rolling on the ground for many times, knocking down many trees.

When she stood up again.

She was already bleeding, and blood kept flowing out of her forehead, soaking her eyes red, and dripping down her cheeks to the ground.

"You can't fall down, you can't fall down yet."

"I want to win, I want to win, I must win..."

Wu Yingxue leaned on the spear and gritted her teeth to barely stand up.

Although she was shaky.

Although she was in tatters.

But she still stood.

Not much time had passed, and even if Qiuhuojun and Xu Xi left, they couldn't walk too far.

Wu Yingxue wanted to hold on and buy more time for everyone.

At the same time.

In the girl's heart, there was also a very bold idea, as bold as a daydream.

She wanted to defeat the Great Emperor, kill the demon king with her innate body, leave alive, and meet Mr. Xu again.

She wanted to, wanted to, wanted to.

To see Xu Xi's face again.

To say to him in person: "Sir, I'm back."

However, this dream seemed too far away, so far away that it could not be realized.

"Sir..."

"I, I..."

"I may never see you again..."

The girl's voice was intermittent, and the blood gushing from her throat constantly interfered with her actions and thoughts.

Every step, every attack.

It meant one step closer to death.

But every time she was on the verge of the limit, the surging fighting spirit would turn into strength, constantly nourishing Wu Yingxue's body and bringing her some healing.

Like a fire that never goes out.

"Noisy," the demon frowned.

He stretched out a finger alone, and with a light stroke, the shattering air waves intertwined the world's oppression, and slashed towards Wu Yingxue with a destructive posture.

The sound was terrifying.

The night sky was shattered.

The attack, which was condensed with dragon power, seemed to wipe out the sky and the earth together before her eyes.

She couldn't avoid it. The girl couldn't avoid it at all.

She never thought of hiding.

"I must, must persevere, let the gentleman leave..."

Blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth.

Scars all over her body.

A smile that was uglier than crying.

Wu Yingxue held the spear with both hands, and swung out a brilliant fire in the dark night with all her blood and energy.

The fire was not as bright as the sun, nor as magical as the myths and legends.

It was a moth flying into the fire.

It was a humble fire that knew it would die, but still broke into it.

"Tear——"

It was like a shocking picture of a torn scroll.

The orange-red danced in the dark night, like a silent sunlight tearing open the silence of the night. Her determination and her love were all in this shot.

…

"Yingxue, are these all the things you want to bring?"

"Yes, sir, aren't we going to the Shiwan Mountains? It's inconvenient to bring too many things."

"That's true. With your personality, you really don't like too much."

…

The day before the official breakout of the Shiwan Mountains.

Xu Xi and Wu Yingxue had a brief conversation.

Xu Xi sighed that the girl's luggage was so little, as if she had nothing at all.

"Sir, he..."

"I haven't found it all the time..."

His arms fell weakly.

The moth chasing the fire exhausted everything.

Wu Yingxue lost all her strength and fell heavily to the ground. The carefully hidden paper flower was thrown out of the scent bag on her waist, and was soaked in blood into a weird red. The girl wanted to reach out and grab it, but she couldn't reach it.

A new hand appeared.

It picked it up for Wu Yingxue.