After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

The light of the six-pointed star array completely dissipated. Heisha stretched his muscles that had been bound for a long time and laughed heartily: "Haha, what a bullshit six-pointed star array, it was easily broken by my old Bai, it's vulnerable."

Du Wenxuan's face turned livid because of the Black Evil's aura, and his sinister eyes were fixed on the White Evil: "I underestimated you. It turns out that you are the real strong one among the two evil spirits."

Bai Sha's face was calm, his eyes were as deep as a cold pond, and he was surrounded by cold air. He did not say a word, but just slightly raised the white phosphorus strip in his hand, and put on a posture of being ready for battle.

When Heisha heard that Du Wenxuan dared to belittle him, he immediately became unhappy: "You dare to look down on me? Watch out."

He roared angrily, rushed forward suddenly, and slashed forward with the sickle in his hand with a strong breath of death.

Du Wenxuan snorted coldly, and the black energy turned into a sword, which actually neutralized the attacks of the Death Scythe one by one. The battle between the two of them was extremely fierce, as if it was going to tear this piece of ice and snow apart.

Bai Sha shuttled through the black air, and with a light wave of the white phosphorus stick in her hand, she cleared the way for Hei Sha. The resentful black air in front of her was like fragile mist, which collapsed at the touch of a finger.

Her movements were graceful and decisive, and every swing was accompanied by the blooming of ice crystals, purifying the surrounding black air without a trace. However, Heisha was like a mad god of death.

At the same time, Jiang Wan and Liu Xiaoxue fought side by side. Their figures danced around Xia Yurou, like two steadfast guardians, defeating the black energy that tried to approach.

Dong Yuhong and Sun Erniang held their weapons tightly. Although they could not join the battle, they used their bodies to build a solid line of defense to ensure the safety of Princess Bei.

The battle between Du Wenxuan and Heisha became more and more wild. Each one was more crazy than the other, and their attacks were brutal and deadly.

The black evil spirit smiled ferociously, and brought about a whirlwind of death as he swung his sickle: "If you have any other skills, feel free to use them."

Du Wenxuan had a sinister look on his face, with a black sword flying in his hand. He said in a cold voice: "I will make your wish come true."

With a light sigh from Bai Sha, the ice and snow that consumed a lot of spiritual energy suddenly dissipated, and the desert returned to its original heat.

The heat waves rolled and the sand flew, but the battle between Du Wenxuan and Heisha was not affected at all and the collision was very fierce.

Bai Sha's eyes were calm, and he waved his white phosphorus strip lightly, speaking in a calm and steady tone: "Old Black, don't underestimate the enemy."

She flashed and was already beside Heisha. A strip of white phosphorus passed by, instantly flattening the black air that was wrapped around Heisha, leaving behind crystal ice crystals that sparkled brightly under the scorching sun.

The corners of Du Wenxuan's mouth suddenly curled up into a smug, evil smile, which seemed particularly eerie in the scorching desert.

"Black and White, you've fallen into the trap."

The black sword and the blade suddenly separated, and the crisp sound of metal collision echoed in the desert like a death knell of doomsday.

Du Wenxuan took advantage of the momentum and leaped back, creating some distance.

Bai Sha only realized something was wrong at this moment, but it was too late.

The center of the desert where they were located gradually became distorted, and an atmosphere even darker, more terrifying, and more oppressive than the six-pointed star array spread out, accompanied by creepy wailing sounds.

The formation of the Eternal Hell was quietly activated, and black mist surged out from the ground, quickly surrounding the black and white evil spirits.

In order to help Heisha avoid being disturbed by the black air, Baisha felt a powerful force restraining him as soon as he arrived beside Heisha, and he was completely trapped in the formation of endless purgatory.

Black Evil's death sickle danced wildly in the air, and every strike carried the power to tear apart space, but it was like hitting an invisible wall, unable to shake the Inferno Formation in the slightest.

He roared, his voice full of unwilling anger: "You despicable villain, if you have the guts to fight head-on, how can you be called a hero by using such insidious means?"

Du Wenxuan smiled coldly, as if he had heard the funniest joke, and he slowly walked towards Xia Yurou.

Bai Sha used white phosphorus strips to activate his spiritual power, and snow fell from the sky again, trying to freeze the distorted space. However, this time the ice and snow were like a drop in the ocean, causing only a ripple before disappearing without a trace, and did not have much effect.

Jiang Wan shouted, and the Yin-Yang Fist was performed to its extreme. The wind from her fist whistled, carrying the rhythm of yin and yang. Every punch she threw out seemed like the rotation of the sun and the moon, scattering the resentful black energy around her, and the sounds of explosions rose one after another.

Xiaoxue tightly grasped the whip, and the shadows of the whip crossed each other, bringing with them a sharp sound of wind, and wherever the tip of the whip passed, balls of black air exploded.

However, the resentful black air seemed endless, surging in from all directions, like dark clouds in the night, tightly entangled the two of them. Jiang Wan and Xiao Xue's figures were looming in the black air. They struggled hard but could not escape. A difficult struggle continued in the dim desert.

Du Wenxuan slowly approached Xia Yurou, and every step was like a heavy hammer stepping on everyone's heart. Jiang Wan and Bai Sha, who had extremely high combat power, were trapped and could not escape to rescue them for a while.

Dong Yuhong stared at the murderer of her father in front of her with gritted teeth, and her two curved swords flashed with cold light as they went straight for his vital points.

Before her attack reached the target, it was easily bounced off by the invisible black gas barrier. She fell heavily to the ground, blood oozing from the corners of her mouth, staining the yellow sand red. It was obvious that she was seriously injured.

Sun Erniang's eyes were red, she tightly grasped the long sword, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and she stood between Xia Yurou and Du Wenxuan, her voice choked with sobs but firm: "Wenxuan, stop it."

Du Wenxuan's eyes were cold, and there was no emotion in his tone: "Second Mother, get out of my way, I don't want to hurt you."

Er Niang held her sword across her chest and said resolutely, "What if I insist on not giving in? Are you going to kill me too?"

Du Wenxuan raised his lips in a cruel smile, and slowly raised his fingertips, which were surrounded by black air. In order to take revenge, he had already prepared the most ruthless decision: "Whoever is my enemy will die."

Du Wenxuan's hands were like iron clamps, tightly pinching Er Niang's neck. Er Niang's face quickly turned red and veins bulged.

But she did not struggle, sad tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, hoping that this evil relationship would end like this.

Du Wenxuan's eyes were red, and he roared madly: "Why? Why do you also want to force me?"

His fingers became stronger and stronger. Er Niang's face was distorted beyond recognition and her life force was rapidly fading away.

At this moment, the Fengming Sword in the SUV sensed the sword intent of its owner and automatically came out of its body. The sword body was surrounded by purple air and flew out from the half-open window and hit Du Wenxuan's arm.

Xia Yurou staggered and barely caught the unconscious Sun Erniang, placing her gently on the ground.

She felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. It was obvious that she had just had a miscarriage while trying to save Er Niang. It was as if millions of needles were piercing her at the same time, causing her to gasp.

The purple flame glass that was originally burning around her was pulled away by an invisible force at this moment and extinguished instantly, leaving a circle of faint purple aftertaste that dissipated in the air.

The Fengming Sword drew a brilliant purple trajectory in the air. Without the support of Xia Yurou's spiritual power, it was weakly stuck in the sand in front of its owner. The sword body was still surrounded by purple air, and the tip of the sword was trembling slightly, telling of the owner's inner unwillingness.