It's a pity that Du Heng couldn't wait for the effect of the medicine to take effect, and after seeing Si Yun's ugly appearance, Zhuo Junchen came. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

The new Demon Venerable of the Mahayana period stood tall on his head, his red eyes stared coldly at Qinghua Pavilion, his gaze seemed to be able to pierce through the eaves barrier, and his divine sense directly locked Si Yun's breath.

After knowing the possibility, Mu Zisu hurriedly brought Moon Shadow and Huo Mei'er to Zhuo Junchen. At that time, he was still worried that Zhuo Junchen would anger Huo Mei'er because of Shen Hanfeng's death, but Zhuo Junchen's reaction made it much easier for them. When it comes to Shen Hanfeng, Zhuo Junchen is often more extreme than he imagined, and sometimes he is calmer than he imagined.

Zhuo Junchen remembered that Shen Hanfeng had said that Huo Meier was an old man, and although she was impatient at that time, she didn't do it immediately.

After listening to Mu Zisu's retelling of what Huo Mei'er said, there were waves in his originally dead eyes......

Regardless of whether what they said was true or not, as long as there was a glimmer of hope to save the master, he wanted to try it all over again, and even if he failed, he would never regret it.

So here he comes.

Moon Shadow said that when Si Yun broke through the Mahayana period, all parts of his body were reborn, and the connection between him and Shen Hanfeng should be the weakest. And the blood in Shen Hanfeng's body is troublesome, his temperament will change somewhat, and he is even unable to control his actions.

Zhuo Junchen thought about it for a moment, it should be the night he trapped Shen Hanfeng in the Frost Hua Palace. The day was extremely enthusiastic, even a little abnormal.

And the beast tamer will have a mark on his body, which is used to control the demon beast, as long as that place is destroyed, the connection between the beast tamer and the demon beast can be removed. Zhuo Junchen wanted to completely separate Shizun and Si Yun, but he didn't know where Si Yun was the key. In that case, it would be enough to destroy his flesh altogether.

Zhuo Junchen squinted his eyes, and the coercion of the monks in the Mahayana period caused the wind and clouds to change, and the disciples on each peak were like frightened birds, and the wind was loud.

Du Heng sat on the edge of the window and saw him, his narrow phoenix eyes showing a hint of flickering.

Si Yun, who was sitting quietly, slowly opened his eyes and got up, even at this time when the enemy was present, he still unhurriedly straightened his clothes, as if he was just going to chant poetry.

Du Heng drunkenly half leaned on the edge of the cliff and raised his voice: "I wish the head of the family a full range of foreign appearances and the original form is revealed."

Si Yun just glanced at him lightly, and everything had already fallen into his hands.

Du Heng looked at his departing back, the sarcasm in his eyes faded, and he shook his head and sighed: "You, you, you......" I don't know who he is talking about.

Si Yun came in the air, saw Zhuo Junchen's strong fighting intent and sharp appearance, and said lightly: "There is no Heavenly Tribulation and Shen Hanfeng to help you today." His tone was flat, but with the air of a superior who had the chance to win.

Zhuo Junchen's eyes flashed with blood, and he didn't need to talk nonsense, so he threw out the long whip in his hand, and the thunder light was like a thorn and thorn wrapped around the whip's body, as long as it touched his body, he could bring down a piece of flesh and blood.

Si Yun naturally wouldn't sit still, and Zhuo Junchen's long whip fell short. However, the long whip also had a back move, flashing a trace of black purple thunder light from the Dragon Ball, and this thunder light flowed along the whip body for a while and then accumulated enough strength. The huge ball of thunder and lightning followed Si Yun's figure.

The speed of the two of them is extremely fast, and all the movements are nothing more than lightning and flint. Zhuo Junchen locked on Si Yun's qi machine, and this thunderball would not fall short like Fang Cai again.

Si Yun's arm moved slightly, and as soon as the picture scroll revealed a large blank space inside, a black vine soon surged out like that day, covering the sky and the sun.

Zhuo Junchen was not afraid at all, and let this black vine entangle upward, and when the black vine completely surrounded him, a hard vine with a sharp stem tip stretched out among them. In the middle of the pitch-black vines, a bright red light flashed, and the next moment, the thunder suddenly burst through the vines. In the black vine ashes that were raised one after another, Si Yun's expression was a little miserable, and even some snooping disciples found that there were scattered blood droplets on the lips of the master, and the black qi between his eyebrows surged, and the momentum around his body was greatly reduced.

Zhuo Junchen was clear-eyed, and followed Si Yun's defeated steps forward, the whip shadow was like a torrential rain, and the advantage of the Thunder Fire Spirit Root was exerted to the extreme.

The cultivation of several Supreme Elders was not much different from that of Si Yun, and he forcibly suppressed and fused their cultivation, and the backlash he received continued unstopprising. Si Yun had mistakenly hit Zhuo Junchen's thunderstorm before, and he took the disaster for him, not to mention, the injuries caused by the devouring of the cultivation on his body became more serious.

Si Yun had already thought that Zhuo Junchen would most likely take advantage of his complete fusion with the cultivation of the Supreme Elder to sneak attack, but he didn't want him to come so early.

Although Du Heng must not disobey and provide him with blood, he is unwilling to heal him. And Zhuo Junchen has a Mu Zisu hidden by his side, but he will definitely do his best.

Thinking of this, Si Yun couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it, Zhuo Junchen was on the same level as him, and he couldn't be careless.

The Nether Whip wrapped around Boss Yun's wrist, leaving a pitch-black mark, and the purple light wanted to rush into his body, but was resisted by the blue and black spiritual power; The black vine wrapped around Zhuo Junchen from behind, twisting his limbs, and Zhuo Junchen's body moved, revealing a wound pierced by barbs after breaking through the black vine.

Between you and me, although Zhuo Junchen only had the cultivation of the early stage of Mahayana, he was on a par with Si Yun, who was already injured.

"Left arm."

Si Yun opened the scroll with his right hand, and the scroll several feet long stretched in an instant, and the blue and black runes pulsed and flowed, encircling Zhuo Junchen's movements. The smooth offensive suddenly stopped, and Si Yun only felt that when the aura circulating around his body entered his left arm, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it no longer functioned out.

Looking at the pitch-black scar on his left arm, Si Yun's brows furrowed deeply, and worry appeared on his face.

Zhuo Junchen naturally did not let go of this excellent opportunity, he did not rush out of the enchantment surrounded by the forest, but straightened the nether whip. It was originally a soft and tough long whip, but it became sharp and hard under the roar of magic power, piercing a gap in the long scroll with a dot, and rushed straight towards Si Yun's body. Si Yun's left arm stiffened, and he avoided being pierced with a bloody hole.

"Right arm."

There was a bone-penetrating coolness that changed from shallow to deep, conveyed from Si Yun's arms, and the cold perception rushed straight to his mind, and Si Yun couldn't help but feel stunned.

The Nether Whip hooked his arm, and the hideous magic weapon mercilessly ripped off a large piece of flesh from Si Yun's right arm, and the cyan robe was stained with blood. However, this seemingly chilling injury did not bring Si Yun any pain, as if these arms were numb and no longer part of his body.

This kind of numbness, Si Yun couldn't help but continue to maintain his composure, Zhuo Junchen did not stop the offensive when he saw him defeated, but intensified, Si Yun couldn't, so he had to recall Senluo Wanxiang to defend himself.

The enchantment, which had long been worn into a sieve by Zhuo Junchen, collapsed when he ascended under the retreat of his master.

It's just that even so, Si Yun didn't have a long time to protect himself, and he couldn't stop Zhuo Junchen's enchantment, and now even if it is rebuilt, it will still be the same result.

Especially after Si Yun's legs also began to feel cold and numb, Si Yun couldn't avoid the Nether Whip's action of probing his heart.

As soon as the long whip was slashed, a heart that was still beating was dug out by Zhuo Junchen.

The bloody organs lingered with a layer of pitch-black demonic energy, which was enough for people to see the essence of this head of the First Immortal Sect.

Zhuo Junchen shattered this heart with thunder light, and asked in a low voice when Senluo Wanxiang rushed over to remedy it: "You must have done a lot more to Shizun at the beginning."

In a low voice, a trace of extremely shallow purple lightning appeared between Zhuo Junchen's eyebrows, and then the clouds gathered between heaven and earth, and in a thunderous sound, Si Yun, who could not move, was struck by the heavenly thunder.

This is the first wisp of natal demonic qi refined by Zhuo Junchen after entering the Mahayana period, which is enough to have the power to communicate with heaven and earth to attract thunder and lightning.

In the first life, this powerful trick was used on Si Yun.

Only a scream was heard, and Si Yun's indignant expression was engulfed by thunder. Zhuo Junchen flipped his wrist, and the whip body wrapped around a small man the size of a palm at the end of the tip like a law.

It was Si Yun's Yuan Baby, and the villain let out a sharp chirp, and the Sen Luo Vientiane that wrapped around his body emitted a strong light that had never been seen before!

Zhuo Junchen's eyes lit up, and he pulled the long whip down, and used the whip-headed villain to twitch the immortal weapon that triggered the self-explosion.

Yuan Ying was destroyed in the world-destroying spiritual power generated by the shattering of the immortal weapon, just like the physical body.

However, the power of the immortal weapon and the ability of the Yuan Infant of the mid-Mahayana monk were neutralized, and although Zhuo Junchen was affected, it was not a big problem.

This time, his goal had been achieved, and even if Si Yun had the remnants of his divine consciousness to survive, he would definitely not be able to make a big wave.

Zhuo Junchen paused for a moment above the Qinghua Immortal Gate, thinking about whether he should stay here and exterminate Si Yun's comrades before leaving, or go back to arrange the next matters for Shizun first.

The sky and the earth are big, so naturally there is nothing more important than Shizun, but before Zhuo Junchen was about to leave in style, his eyes swept to Du Heng, who was standing in the wind on Qinghua Pavilion.

Du Shibo understands Shizun, if he is there, it may be much greater to save Shizun.

Thinking like this, Zhuo Junchen slowly landed in front of Qinghua Pavilion. However, he was bored with everything in Qinghua Peak, and he fell directly to the cliff not far away, still not stained with the dust of Qinghua Peak.

"Uncle Du, are you willing to go to the Demon Realm with me, I want your help for the master's big business." Zhuo Junchen said.

Du Heng raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, when I was looking for death and life, I was left behind one by one, but now I am looking for help?"

Zhuo Junchen apologized and said: "Shizun made his own opinion, he really shouldn't, when he recovers from his injury, I will see him make amends to Uncle Du."

Hearing Zhuo Junchen's tone of being in charge, Du Heng's eyebrows raised again, and he said with a smile: "It's not necessary to make amends, but I don't have anything to help, it's enough to have Zisu here."

Zhuo Junchen glanced at him deeply, Du Heng drank a bottle of wine between his words, and unconsciously, the color of his lips, which were soaked in wine, turned to a cold dark purple.

Zhuo Junchen frowned and said, "Uncle Shi, you ......"

Du Heng wiped his lips and said, "It's just a little poison, now that the enemy is gone, don't worry too much."

Zhuo Junchen just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he suddenly felt a chill behind him, and the Nether Whip came out of his hand and strangled Du Heng before the pitch-black demon soul entangled him.

The demon soul let out a terrible roar: "Du Heng! It's you! "I didn't expect Si Yun to have a wisp of soul to escape, but he has been lurking here.

Zhuo Junchen snorted coldly and burned the demon soul little by little, Du Heng looked at the appearance of the demon soul disappearing, and his expression was as cold as an ice sculpture.

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