Huang Yuyan's body was translucent, and the yellow gauze covered the back of Yan Ning's hand, like a pool of clear water.

Through her chest, you can see countless cuts behind her, and the spiritual energy is leaking out of the wound. It won’t be long before Huang Yuyan will die of death.

Yan Ning smiled bitterly and said, "Senior Huang Yuyan, don't joke anymore at this time. I'm not trying to hide from you on purpose, just..."

"But, you and Senior Brother Yu Jiaping look so similar."

Huang Yuyan suddenly spoke and said the words she held in her heart in one breath: "When I first met you, I didn't feel it yet. In my memory, you and Senior Brother Yu Jiaping are completely two people, but the longer I know you, the more I feel that you are similar to him. Sometimes I even treat you as the same person."

"Senior Huang Yuyan, I..."

Yan Ning opened his mouth and wanted to say that he was really not Yu Jiaping, but he held back. Why bother to worry about these trivial matters in front of a dying person?

Huang Yuyan stretched out her hand and gently stroked Yan Ning's face: "I know, you are not him, but I still can't help but treat you as him."

"I'm sorry," Yan Ning sighed, "I can't find him two thousand years ago, even if I have the ability to do it, I can't find him and fail to fulfill my promise to you."

Huang Yuyan shook her head: "Nothing is important anymore. I just hope to see Senior Brother Yu Jiaping again when I die."

Yan Ning understood it intently. He put away the tears that were about to fall from his eyes and smiled and said, "Yu Yan, it's me... I am Senior Brother Yu Jiaping."

Huang Yuyan looked at her face that was close to her and suddenly smiled, as clear and moving as the blooming Detangle flowers.

"Yan Ning, you acted so badly that you didn't look like him at all."

After Huang Yuyan said that, she closed her eyes gently.

The waiting for two thousand years is not what I think about day and night.

Once she sat in front of the bed, painted red makeup and covered with a red veil, waiting for the arrival of her sweetheart.

Once, she stood in front of Maoshan Gate and witnessed his departure. Her back was bleak and her voice was desolate and graceful.

Once she stood in front of the cliff, crying heart-wrenchingly, sighing that the world is unfair, and sad that people are haggard.

The two thousand years of waiting finally turned into a bubble, and as Huang Yuyan's soul dissipated, it disappeared between heaven and earth forever.

"Senior Brother Yu Jiaping, if there is an afterlife, I still want to be your wife."

Huang Yuyan's voice echoed in Yan Ning's ears, as if she was talking to Yu Jiaping two thousand years ago, and as if she was talking to him.

"No...can't leave!"

Yan Ning suddenly grabbed Huang Yuyan's arm who was about to disperse: "Senior Huang Yuyan, I haven't found Senior Brother Yu Jiaping for you yet, you can't leave!"

"You once wanted to be the formation spirit of the Wanren Yanyang Array, but that would make you trapped in Maoshan for the rest of your life. I don't allow it, but now this is the only way to save you!"

Yan Ning wrapped Huang Yuyan's soul with fairy spirit and brought her to the eye of the Wanren Yanyang Array. This is a heavenly spiritual tree, planted in the center of the tea house. The tree is nearly thirty meters high and is as big as a shed, with a total of two thousand years!

"Become the formation spirit of the Wanren Yanyang Array. If the formation is not broken, you will never be destroyed. Please forgive my selfishness."

Yan Ning held Huang Yuyan's soul and watched her merge into the spirit tree bit by bit.

The spirits that had already dissipated began to gather towards the spiritual wood. The spiritual wood suddenly became alive and even emitted a faint fluorescence on its body!

A huge vortex formed on the crown, and the entire Wanren Yanyang array trembled, and the thousand-mechanical silk spread out from the center of the crown, connecting all the array eyes!

Buzz —

A golden light suddenly appeared, and ten thousand flying swords appeared out of thin air, densely packed with sword energy, and the sword intent rose into the sky!

"It's done?" Yan Ning said in surprise.

The Lich King, who was fighting in the air, suddenly changed his face and looked down at the bottom and said in surprise: "Why did this formation suddenly become?"

"Yan Ning found the formation spirit..." Baili Xiaofeng was thinking.

The trunk suddenly surged, and a wave like a lake flashed by, and a beautiful face floated out of the trunk.

"I finally let go, and you saved me again," said Huang Yuyan. "We said so many things just now, won't you feel embarrassed now?"

Yan Ning scratched the back of his head embarrassedly. The two of them had parted in life and death just now, and they said everything in their hearts, but now they met again, which was indeed very embarrassing.

"It's good that you can live." Yan Ning said with a smile.

Huang Yuyan shook her head: "Remember your promise to me, I will help you protect Maoshan, and you will help me find Senior Brother Yu Jiaping."

Yan Ning nodded.

Then, Huang Yuyan turned her gaze to the black-clad killer who was destroying the tea house.

The formation was easily broken, and the black-clad killers were still immersed in the unilateral massacre and could not extricate themselves. Their hands were covered with blood and their faces were filled with happy smiles.

"Yan Ning, you are the head of the sect, what do you think you should deal with them?" Huang Yuyan asked.

Yan Ning said coldly: "Those who offended me Maoshan... will be killed without mercy!"

"The Wanren Yanyang Array, rise!"

Huang Yuyan shouted loudly, and the killers in black who were above the tea house were terrified to find that the sky was suddenly covered by a fog, and even the light could not be shined in. The entire tea house was pitch black, and only a spiritual tree in the center was emitting light.

"What's going on? Wasn't the formation broken?" a black-clad killer shouted in disbelief.

"What are you afraid of? It's just a trick to trick you, keep killing!"

"Haha, I haven't killed so many people in a long time. It's so enjoyable to watch them struggle and die in pain under my hands and scream and die in tragic!"

Suddenly, many rays of light lit up in the sky, attracting the attention of the black-clad killers. The careful black-clad killers soon discovered that the lights were clearly luminous flying swords!

"Sword Formation, Kill!"

With the order of Huang Yuyan, ten thousand flying swords soared into the sky and walked wildly through the formation. The entire teahouse was like a meat grinder, and soon countless blood and minced meat fell down in the screams!

"Be careful, everyone! Form a defensive formation!"

The black-clothed killers were all disciples of the Lich King, and they were all very powerful. They quickly reacted and gathered together to form a defensive formation. The flying swords flew around them, but they were unable to break through their defenses.

"Capture the king first, we approach the spirit tree. If the formation spirit is destroyed, the formation will become invalid!" a black-clad killer shouted.
Chapter completed!