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Yan Wan'er didn't say any more, because as she shook her head and denied it, Yan Qingyun could no longer control the demonic thoughts in her body. His arms swept forward, only to hear a 'bang', and the isolation charm array shattered in an instant. Eight tents were smashed together.

"Wan'er, how are you?" a scorching voice drifted into his ears.

Almost at the same time as Yan Qingyun made a move, Yan Wan'er used the power of the fairy spirit and built a fairy spirit shield around her body.

Hearing Junxi's transmission, he hurriedly replied: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, two bodyguards are injured. ”

In fact, as soon as he came out of the tent, Wen Junxi probed and found that Yan Qingyun was completely different from during the day. Immediately realized that something was wrong, and immediately called the electric wolf and them.

It's just that before they could go far, Yan Qingyun had already erupted, and the backs of the two bodyguards who were left behind were blasted open. Fortunately, his life was saved.

"Hurry up, the farther the better!" Yan Wan'er didn't care about the pronunciation, and shouted directly.

"You don't have to leave, stay. Yan Qingyun's cold and gloomy voice penetrated out of the demonic fog in the sky. As soon as the words fell, a demon shadow seven or eight meters tall with horns appeared out of thin air behind Yan Qingyun.

A giant palm stretched out from the shadow, and the demonic mist was thick, with the corrosive smell of the mad. And this giant palm was sweeping towards Wen Junxi and them at this time.

At this moment, Yan Wan'er's right hand shook, and a silver-scaled sword was in her hand. With the operation of the power of the immortals, the sword body suddenly became blurred, and in the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of silver-bladed sword shadows shot out of Yan Wan'er's hand. Thousands of sword shadows surrounded the giant palm, and one of the sword shadows, accompanied by the silver light in the sky, seemed to hit the giant palm.

The giant palm collapsed in an instant.

"Fairy Yan, it's useless, the more you defend him, the more I want to kill him. Only by killing him will you return to me. Yan Qingyun's words fell, and the second attack had already hit Wen Junxi.

The giant shadow turned into countless devils, surrounding Wen Junxi and others from all directions. Suddenly, ghosts cried wolf howls, and countless unjust ghosts approached Wen Junxi and the others as if they were asking for their lives.

It's Netherworld!

Yan Wan'er's eyes constricted to the size of a needle, a fear of losing Junxi, and her heart was in vain. Before he had time to think about it, the power of the immortal spirit in his body poured into the silver sword in his hand.

After a breath, the sword light was dazzling.

"Human swords are two-one, ten thousand swords return to the heart!"

With a soft drink, Yan Wan'er's graceful figure suddenly disappeared in place.

The brilliance flashed, Yan Qingyun covered his left chest in disbelief, blood gushed out, and his green shirt was dyed more and more dark.

The gloomy color in the blood pupil faded, and in its place was a nameless mourning.

"Fairy Yan...... Wan'er, do you really hate me so much that you want to take my life?" Suddenly, on the black misty face, a smile gradually spread, from the lips to the eyes, but did not enter the bottom of the eyes.

"In this case, what I can't get, others can't think of it!" The voice was cold and heart-cold, as if on the edge of ice and snow.

The sky is dark, the black clouds are rolling, and among the black clouds, if there are ancient beasts hidden in them, it seems that they can take people's lives without a single breath.

Yan Wan'er's heart sank, and a strong sense of crisis hit her heart. The clear eyes condensed slightly, and then half-closed the beautiful eyes.

On the other side, lightning flashed. Then, there was a sound of explosions, and Yan Wan'er knew that this was the sound of the blasting charm she had left for Junxi.

The Nether Hell was shattered.

"Wan'er, how are you?" came a clear and anxious voice.

"Leave me alone, take them away!" was a rare stern voice in a soft voice.

Seeing that the Netherworld Demon Prison was broken, Yan Wan'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to Yan Qingyun with a beautiful face: "Brother Qingyun, if it weren't for you, Wan'er would have died long ago when she was in Emperor Ling's Immortal Court. Since you saved this life, now that you want to take it, Wan'er won't frown. I only hope that Brother Qingyun can let Junxi and them go. ”

If she fought hard with Yan Qingyun, she could naturally escape. But the others, including Moon Junxi, are afraid that they will not escape death. If Wen Junxi has something, she doesn't want to live alone.

What's more, she didn't have time to think about it just now, and used her famous sword move: human sword twenty-one, ten thousand swords to the heart. For thousands of years, countless souls have died under her tricks. If it weren't for the last second, Yan Wan'er suddenly woke up, her sword had already smashed Yan Qingyun's heart and her body and soul were gone.

For the benefactor who had saved her several times, she was so ruthless! Yan Wan'er couldn't hide her sadness in her heart.

Put away the long sword and remove the power of the immortals around you.

Just like that, I was calm and calm, and I closed my eyes.

"Brother Qingyun, thank you for your devotion to me, Wan'er has nothing to repay, she can only thank you with death. If, this is what you want. ”

"You, would rather die than follow me? Is it because I have become a demon cultivator!" Yan Qingyun's cold voice trembled slightly, "Okay, I'll fulfill you!"

As soon as the words fell, a sharp claw poked out from the dark clouds, with a fierce killing wind.

The black armor as black as ink pinched Yan Wan'er's white neck. The magic armor is sharp, and with a little force, it can pierce the skin and splash blood on the spot.

"Wan'er!" an anxious voice rose from not far away.

It was Wen Junxi, who had gone and returned, who sent the electric wolf a few people out for more than ten miles, and arranged the Ling Yin Rune Array. The talisman was prepared by Yan Wan'er before she set off.

The effect of the Ling Yin Rune Array is excellent, but the disadvantage is that it can only last for less than an hour.

Wen Junxi really couldn't leave Yan Wan'er to escape, and after settling down the electric wolf, he hurried back.

Unexpectedly, when she first saw Yan Wan'er's figure, she was in danger.

Although Wen Junxi has already built a foundation, he only knows two or three beginner and intermediate techniques, and he still practiced them in the time array. Of course, he never officially faced the enemy.

Without thinking about it, Wen Junxi's sword flew to Yan Wan'er's side, and looked at Yan Qingyun with horizontal eyebrows: "Yan Qingyun, kill me if you want to kill me." What kind of skill is it to kill a woman!"

"Junxi, what are you doing when you come back!" Hearing Wen Junxi's voice, his half-closed beautiful eyes suddenly opened.

"It's me who owes Brother Qingyun a life, what are you doing to make a fuss. Let's go!"

Yan Wan'er's heart hung in the air, and she could no longer calm down. Yan Qingyun originally wanted Jun Xi's life, but this fool actually ran back to die!

"No, I won't let you die. Wen Junxi grabbed Yan Wan'er's shoulders and glared at Yan Qingyun angrily: "Let Wan'er go, my life will be given to you." ”

The more excited, the softer the voice. It's as faint as an imperceptible evening breeze.

"Enough!" Yan Qingyun's handsome face was hidden in the demonic mist, flickering brightly and darkly. The crimson eyes became more and more red, which was terrifying.

The demonic aura overflowed, Yan Qingyun struggled, and in the dimness and gloom, a thought flashed in his mind......

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