Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Fan Bingyan held a blood-red sword in her hand, facing off against Hei Liuli from afar.

"Are you crazy? Why are you chasing me all the way here?"

She didn't quite understand; was it really necessary?

Hei Liuli held a phoenix feather in her hand, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and said coldly:

"My purpose in entering the secret realm was to kill you, don't you think?"

Throughout the journey, the two fought intermittently, rarely having a moment of peace.

After both sides suffered heavy losses, they healed at the same time, and then continued fighting once they were recovered.

However, if they encounter any danger, they will join forces to eliminate the danger first, and then continue fighting.

"I really can't fight, don't force me!"

Fan Bingyan finally seemed a little angry.

I just love pushing you!

Hei Liuli wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

A phoenix flame reappeared in her palm.

Three flying swords appeared behind Fan Bingyan.

Four swords combined into one!

Suddenly, the two stopped moving at the same time and looked in the same direction.

"somebody is coming!"

"That shouldn't be the case. How could anyone dare to enter the Sea of ​​Death?" Hei Liuli frowned slightly.

At this moment, they had very little true energy left.

If the person who comes is an enemy, then we're in trouble.

Those who have made it this far are certainly not ordinary people.

The two tried to sense the newcomer's cultivation level, but were unable to detect it.

Their expressions changed.

"How about we join forces for now?" Hei Liuli suggested, the flame in her hand disappearing.

"it is good!"

Chapter 159 [Battle Against Fan Bingyan and Hei Liuli]

A light drizzle was falling from the sky, and a cold wind was blowing, causing the grassland to ripple.

The two people and the dog walked slowly towards them.

"Tsk tsk tsk, judging from this scene, they've probably beaten the dog brains out."

Taotie exclaimed in amazement.

On the vast, yellow sands and boundless grasslands, a fierce battle left behind a desolate scene of devastation.

The countless white bones of demonic beasts, crisscrossing each other, silently watch over the scene like ghostly shadows.

Wolf carcasses lay strewn across the ground, stained with blood, some of which soaked the earth and reddened the entire battlefield.

Broken arrows and shards of weaponry danced in the sand, as if the chilling glint of swords and spears from the battlefield still lingered in the air.

The filthy corpses of monsters were scattered everywhere.

The peaceful grassland has now been transformed into a scene of devastation.

The greenery on the grassland has mostly disappeared, leaving only desolation and bleakness.

A biting wind blew, and the grassland rippled, seemingly carrying cries and lamentations.

This shows what an earth-shattering battle had taken place here before.

In the arena, the two women simultaneously looked in their direction, watching them warily.

A look of amazement suddenly flashed in Fan Zui's eyes!

What a cold woman!

The woman was severely injured and swayed precariously, yet she gripped a sword tightly in her hand. The hilt of the sword was stained with blood, as red as agate.

Her gaze was icy, her demeanor resolute, and the slight trace of blood at the corner of her mouth only made her appear more formidable.

Her figure was like a stubborn, wild rose, unbound by pain.

From a distance, she seemed to bear a century of loneliness, yet she remained fearless in the face of danger.

Suddenly, a demonic beast launched a sneak attack. She pointed her sword horizontally, and a flash of sword light appeared, instantly causing blood to fly everywhere.

Her injuries were like massive boulders, yet she stood tall and unyielding like a resilient sycamore tree.

Her gaze was like lightning, her sword like a shooting star, her courage boundless, and she marched forward with unwavering resolve.

For some reason, looking at this woman, a picture automatically formed in Fan Zui's mind.

With a single sword strike, she severed all ties of love, her demeanor arrogant and unrestrained. The sword's energy tore through the heavens, causing the world to lose its color.

Her heroic bearing was like that of a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, elegant and graceful, leaving a lasting impression.

The injured but still resolute woman's cold and sharp gaze seemed to freeze all life, solidifying into a timeless ice sculpture.

The other one, however, looks like a little girl.

The little girl's gaze was wildly insane, like a raging fire, radiating a fierce light that sent chills down one's spine.

Her large eyes were like two fierce wolf pupils, her sharp gaze seemingly able to see through everything.

His brow was furrowed with deep wrinkles, as if he were contemplating some wicked scheme.

A slight upturn at the corners of his mouth formed a strange smile, as if he were savoring the taste of malice with unparalleled mastery.

Her small face radiated a wild and unrestrained spirit, and her whole body exuded a dark aura.

Those eyes gleamed with a savage, wild light, like a mad demon queen, ready to tear apart anything that stood in her way.

This little girl is not cute at all!

At this moment, both of them were looking at their strange combination.

A strong young man has a beautiful woman sitting on his shoulder, and the woman is holding an umbrella.

A very ugly stray dog ​​was following on the ground.

"You two don't need to be so wary; I'm just passing by."

Fan Zui smiled slightly. To prove that he was really just passing by, he ignored the two and continued deeper into the grassland.

Fan Bingyan and Hei Liuli exchanged a glance, their eyes fixed on their figures.

In case he launches a surprise attack.

The two men made way for them to go first.

But then the man suddenly stopped.

Seeing this, the two women instinctively became alert, ready to strike at any moment.

Moreover, they joined forces.

Anyone who makes it this far must be extraordinary.

This combination is just too strange.

The woman on his shoulder seemed to be just an ordinary person.

He has absolutely no cultivation whatsoever.

This is very strange!

It's quite bizarre.

Fan Zui turned around and looked at the two of them.

"Are you two also planning to venture into the depths of the Sea of ​​Death?"

"Yes!"

After a long silence, seeing that he seemed to have no intention of leaving, Fan Bingyan spoke coldly.

"Then...did the two of them find the talisman?"

A blood-red talisman appeared in his hand.

"This is it. If either of you has any, it's such a coincidence, why not give it to me?"

"..."

"..."

"My young master only wants the talisman and has no intention of raping me for the time being, so you two would better be smart."

"That's what Ju Zi Chun Chun said."