Qu Ayasha never expected that she would help herself, but Zhuo Junchen would turn against each other at this time. She admitted that she was not selfless, but Zhuo Junchen's reaction made her so angry that her silver teeth were about to be bitten apart.

For some high-ranking monks, their bodies were a more advantageous weapon than their natal spiritual weapons. At this time, Zhuo Junchen's long sword was long gone, and he only carried the thunder fire spiritual power in the palm of his hand and slapped it towards Qu Ayasha. The palm wrapped with thunder and lightning lingered with a trace of black qi, and the erosion of the heart demon flower had made Zhuo Junchen's state of mind at this time precarious.

Wei Shengming naturally would not watch Zhuo Junchen attack his most loyal subordinates, these days, he had already discovered the existence of the heart demon flower, but the demonic qi he controlled had been entrenched in Zhuo Junchen's body for a long time, and at the beginning of the germination, he could absorb these demonic qi one step ahead of Zhuo Junchen to strengthen himself. It was because he didn't make a sound, just waiting for Zhuo Junchen to fall into the demons in his heart, whether it was to give birth to more demonic energy, or Zhuo Junchen himself fell into madness, it would be beneficial and harmless to him. It's just that now, the Heart Demon Flower suddenly grew, exceeding the expectations of Wei Shengming, not only did he fail to control these violent demonic qi, but even the part that had been refined by himself was shaking.

Qu Ayasha has now figured out the details of the black-robed man, but in the middle of the Yuan Infant, her cultivation has been growing over the years, and she thinks that it should be very easy to deal with this person, but now Zhuo Junchen is in trouble.

"What do you do!" Qu Ayasha drank hard.

Zhuo Junchen didn't answer, but the blood in his eyes became a little stronger. Qu Ayasha gritted her teeth, she had already suffered a loss from Zhuo Junchen once, but she didn't expect to fall into such a field today. If it weren't for His Holiness, who would want to deal with such a thing!

Qu Ayasha hatefully sacrificed a black array disk, and injected spiritual fire with her backhand, and the pitch-black magic weapon suddenly spread, and the ground full of dead leaves suddenly sunken, and in a short time it turned into a swamp with black bubbles, among which there were countless wizened hand bones scratching outward.

This magic weapon, Zhuo Junchen is familiar with, it is the ghost hand quagmire when Qu Ayasha was used to contain him and Shizun.

The whereabouts of the man in black were ghostly, and he jumped out of the quagmire early, but Zhuo Junchen was not afraid at all, the violent aura around his body caused the clothes and hair on his body to be windless and automatic, and the wet and muddy mire under his feet, before Zhuo Junchen sag, there was purple electricity lingering, and it was injected into the quagmire along Zhuo Junchen's legs.

Qu Ayasha frowned, and she found that the demonic qi on Zhuo Junchen's body was still rising, far beyond the amount that a monk who had just entered the demon could carry. It's just that Zhuo Junchen in front of him faintly has the potential to cause thunder in the heavens and the earth, and there is no unbearable appearance on his body.

One force will drop ten times, the power of the heart demon can be big or small, no one would have thought that a small heart demon flower seed would hook up so many demonic resentments from Zhuo Junchen. Under the thunder, the movements of the ghost hand froze instantly, and the rancid mire was pierced by the thunder and lightning, becoming dry and charred black. Zhuo Junchen's body was entwined with the power of bright thunder and lightning and the lingering dark demonic energy, and he could only see a pair of cold eyes in the Maple Ridge.

The man in black originally stayed in the dark, wanting to take advantage of the moment to sneak attack Zhuo Junchen. It's just that when he saw his current situation, he secretly retreated.

Qu Ayasha was seen by Zhuo Junchen's eyes, and when she saw the man in black who wanted to retreat out of the corner of her eye, she secretly sneered in her heart, want to leave? It's not that easy!

Zhuo Junchen's move to deal with her had already pounced, and Qu Ayasha did not retreat but advanced, facing Zhuo Junchen's palm wind. It's just that before Zhuo Junchen's palm was attached to Qu Ayasha's body, he saw that the woman in red in front of him suddenly turned into several spiritual fires. With one miss, Zhuo Junchen's eyes subconsciously followed the direction where the spiritual fire had fled.

The man in black realized that he was being targeted, and he felt a little bad in his heart, except for Linghuo and Zhuo Junchen, who had followed him successively, his ears were extremely keen to catch a voice, which was the sound of communication.

The disciples of the Qinghua Immortal Sect who had just escaped were probably already notified to the people in the sect.

Although Maple Ridge is remote, it is not far from Cuiwei Lake, not to mention others, those two people in the Transformation Stage may be able to come immediately.

The black-robed man thought about it, and the spiritual fire had already been pasted, and a cold sneer came out of his lips under the hood, since this is the case, then I will meet you for a while.

Outside Maple Ridge, Lian Xinhong looked at the signal that had exploded and disappeared, and turned his head to look at the deep and dark Maple Ridge. When he fled through the forest, he had actually tried to send out many signals, but all of them were destroyed by those mysterious leaves. Now that the signal has been released, should he wait here, or go to help Senior Brother Zhuo first?

Lian Xinhong frowned, thinking of Senior Brother Fang Caizhuo's bloody sentence of "go quickly", his brows jumped, and he finally stopped hesitating and went to the forest.

"Senior Brother Lian." Lian Xinhong was suddenly stopped, this voice was extremely familiar to him, and the worry on his face turned into a smile unconsciously.

Lian Xinhong turned around, and before he could say anything, his heart was cold. Reaching out and grabbing the blade of the sword, Lian Xinhong slowly knelt on the ground unsupportively, his eyes full of disbelief. The man only smiled coldly and drew his sword.

Lian Xinhong, who fell to the ground, gushed blood from his throat, accompanied by a slurring sound, and one hand couldn't stop grabbing at the man.

The man took a half step back, watching Lian Xinhong's eyes gradually lose their lustre, and his raised hand fell to the ground, then he nodded with satisfaction, he casually dropped the sword in his hand, and left without looking back.

The sharp palm wind came to his face, and the black-clothed man was under the double siege of Linghuo Zhuo Junchen, but the high-ranking monk of the dignified Yuan Yuan infant stage seemed to be overstretched, and the fabric on his body was also slightly damaged.

Zhuo Junchen's purpose was to bend the silk yarn, but the spiritual fire was so treacherous that he could lead his attack to the man in black. As he missed again and again, the demonic energy on Zhuo Junchen's body became stronger and stronger with his anger.

The heart of the black-clothed man is almost over, and Zhuo Junchen's next blow pulled by Qu Ayasha has come to the present. Seeing the man in black taking a step forward, Zhuo Junchen showed a sneer. The demonic qi was divided into several wisps by him, and surrounded the man in black from various fatal places, and these wisps of demonic qi flashed with tears, echoing each other, and the man in black could no longer escape.

In the earth-shattering thunder, the man in black was torn to pieces by these gapless thunderbolts, and in addition to his exclamation, there was also the woman's cry of pain.

Qu Ayasha moved and dodged in a spiritual fire posture, this time she was defenseless, but she was killed two birds with one stone by Zhuo Junchen.

Looking at Zhuo Junchen with hatred, Qu Ayasha coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and her limbs were paralyzed for a while, unable to move.

Zhuo Junchen approached step by step, his eyes were cold, and there was no trace of warmth in his red eyes.

His steps suddenly stopped, and Qu Ayasha only heard Zhuo Junchen's mouth and said in another tone: "Zhuo Junchen, you dare to touch her!" ”

Zhuo Junchen's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth were hooked with a trace of evil aura that he had never had: "What am I afraid of?" What else would I not dare. ”

Wei Shengming stopped talking, only to see Zhuo Junchen's body tremble violently, and then suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared.

The aura between heaven and earth was swirling, and I don't know when the originally clear night sky was covered by dark clouds. There was a faint thunder and lightning in the gray-black clouds.

Fu Yong, who came with a few stewards, looked at the strange and unpredictable sky, and the expression on his face became a little solemn. Jiang Wuxin, who was following him, muttered in a low voice: "Enter the demon ......"

"A few of you go back first and take care of the other disciples. I'm the only one here. Fu Yong reflexively commanded.

Several stewards hesitated, but Jiang Wuxin was extremely determined: "The stewards can go back first, I will go with the master." ”

Fu Yong frowned, but didn't say anything, turned around and left, Jiang Wuxin consciously followed. The remaining stewards looked at each other for a while, and then hurried back from the way they came.

By the time Fu Yong and Jiang Wuxin arrived at Maple Ridge, a large area of the forest had already been destroyed. Fu Yong stopped, and between the charred black ashes, Zhuo Junchen was half kneeling in the mess, half bowing his head, and he could only see his chest rising and falling greatly.

"Zhuo's nephew?" Fu Yong spoke, already holding a pure white jade Ruyi in his hand, and his body was full of defensive momentum.

He felt a little remorseful in his heart, but Tong Jiang Wuxin lost his temper in private, and in a blink of an eye, Zhuo Junchen disappeared, and he didn't know what happened to this Zhuo nephew in front of him.

He now has signs of falling into demons, and if he is not careful, anything can happen.

Zhuo Junchen didn't answer, he still knelt in place, his hands could be seen trembling faintly.

Jiang Wuxin took a few steps forward, intentionally or unintentionally trying to protect Fu Yong, but was scolded by Fu Yong: "What can you do at this time!" ”

He intended to protect Fuyong, but he forgot that Fuyong didn't know his identity as the Demon Lord.

Zhuo Junchen slowly raised his head, and Fu Yong only saw a pair of blood-red eyes. But in just a moment, the blood red disappeared, and Fu Yong thought that he was shaking his eyes.

After a burst of wind breaking through the air, a white figure appeared between Fuyong's master and apprentice and Zhuo Junchen. Shen Hanfeng held the sword in his backhand, his back to Fu Yong and the others, and his eyes stared at Zhuo Junchen without turning his eyes.

"Dust?" In the dark, he only saw Zhuo Junchen tilt his head slightly, but he didn't know what he was hiding, and there was only panic in his dark eyes.

Shen Hanfeng pursed his lips and stepped forward, but Zhuo Junchen suddenly stood up and looked at Shen Hanfeng: "Master, are you back?" ”

Shen Hanfeng ignored Zhuo Junchen's expression that he wanted to understate, and his questioning voice was a little harsh: "What happened!" ”