Fang Cai Zhuo Junchen deliberately released his breath to attract Fuxian to come, and after he entered the Nameless Peak, he restrained himself. [No pop-ups. Zhuo Junchen hid in the dark, looking at Fuxian's aggressiveness, as if he had completely applied the anger that had nowhere in his heart to Shizun.

Zhuo Junchen narrowed his eyes. Although Fuxian is a Mahayana monk, his cultivation is one level lower than Zhuo Junchen, and there is a faint posture of falling realm. Zhuo Junchen just covered it up a little, he couldn't find his place, if he was Fuxian, most of them would be so angry.

But he sprinkled his anger on Shizun...... Then something shouldn't be.

Zhuo Junchen's palms flashed with silver light, and the long whip swam, like a giant python lurking in the grass to choose people to devour, quietly extending towards Fuxian's position.

Shen Hanfeng had a splitting headache, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes were covered with blood, and even the pupils were faintly red. The three of Fuxian were shocked in their hearts, which was clearly a sign of mental damage and madness.

A hint of secret joy flashed in Si Yun's eyes, in this way, Shen Hanfeng's mood was flawless, and he would no longer have to be afraid of him in the future. He was more than ten years older than Shen Hanfeng, but now the cultivation of the two was already similar. I don't know when, Si Yun's jealousy of this little junior brother couldn't help but grow, and later after he noticed that Du Heng and Shen Hanfeng had close contacts, he couldn't tell whether he was afraid more because of Shen Hanfeng's growing cultivation, or because of the relationship between the two of them.

However, these are no longer important, Shen Hanfeng's handsome ice and snow face has a slight pain at this time, the corners of his forehead are bruised, and the blood in his eyes is becoming more and more profound. Si Yun also had time to share his mind on Du Heng, Du Heng's eyes followed Shen Hanfeng's slightly fluttering back, and his face was full of unconscious worry.

I'm afraid that such a look will never appear between the two of them again.

Shen Hanfeng tried to open his eyes wide, and for a while the three of them were quietly looking at him in pain, and for a while, the three of them were on their own, and the vines that were revealed were as hard as chains, binding his limbs and bones.

"It's only to blame you for growing up too quickly, as long as you are obedient, Xianmen will not be embarrassed by you." Fuxian's voice was as majestic and upright as ever, but Shen Hanfeng felt a heartache in his gut, as if the whole person was covered with ice and snow, and the extreme cold penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and even his divine sense couldn't help but tremble.

There was a muffled thunder coming through the clouds, Du Heng suddenly raised his head, looking at the blue and purple lightning that kept flickering in the dark clouds on the nameless peak at some point: "Crossing the catastrophe...... Is this going to be a catastrophe? ”

A word woke up the person in the dream, Si Yun's eyes were full of horror, Fu Yuan and Fu Xian glanced at each other and said in a low voice: "There is no other way, I can only carry this tribulation thunder, just as he failed to cross the tribulation, his soul is gone." Between the words, a trace of ruthlessness flashed on Fu Yuan's face, and his mind was exposed ten out of ten.

Secretly, Zhuo Junchen's expression became a little colder, and he turned slightly towards the long whip on Si Yun's body - Fu Yuan was just a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, and it was not difficult for him to get rid of it. For Fu Xian, who has been haunted by scabies for many years, Fu Yuan's status in his heart should not be lower than that of his parents.

When the first thunderbolt fell, Zhuo Junchen's Nether Whip had already wrapped around Fu Yuan's neck. In the thunder, everyone avoided the outside in unison, so as not to be affected by the power of thunder.

Only a black shadow did the opposite, his figure was faster than lightning, the black robe was covered on Shen Hanfeng's body, and the long whip in his hand pulled Fu Yuan, who couldn't even speak, in.

A warm embrace embraced Shen Hanfeng into it, and the chill around his body was dissolved a little by the warmth that poured in, and Shen Hanfeng's eyes were still a little foggy, but he raised his head and looked at Zhuo Junchen.

"Dusty ......"

Zhuo Junchen didn't let him finish his words, his soft lips were close to each other, and the spiritual power full of warmth passed down his soft lips and tongue to Shen Hanfeng's body. The body that was trembling slightly finally calmed down, and his misty eyes gradually cleared, and Shen Hanfeng finally realized what the situation was at this time.

Zhuo Junchen parted slightly, and said with a smile in his red eyes: "Do you know what to do next?" ”

Shen Hanfeng nodded, and with a turn of his right hand, the Frost Burning Sword had already fallen into the palm of his hand.

The body of the sword was like frost, and the white aura that quickly spread up formed a layer of mist, but it did not reduce the sharpness of this sword in the slightest. As soon as the sword body turned, it was the second heavenly thunder that fell, and Zhuo Junchen withdrew at the right time, watching the thousands of sword lights walk in the opposite direction towards the thunder, with the momentum of ten thousand jun piercing the sky.

suffered a thunderstorm for Shen Hanfeng, and Fu Yuan was also not lightly injured, but he was a monk in the Yuan infant stage, so naturally he didn't die so easily, but he was burned all the time and five times, and his clothes were also full of blood stains.

Zhuo Junchen nodded slightly, which could be regarded as a bad breath for Du Shibo. But that's not enough.

The Nether Whip tightened a little more, Fu Yuan had never been proficient in the fighting body method, but he didn't expect that he would one day be controlled so much that he didn't even have the power to fight back. He couldn't help but look at Zhuo Junchen even more in horror, who was this red-eyed man, and why did he look more terrifying than Wei Shengming?

Zhuo Junchen would not be kind enough to tell him even if he knew the doubts in his heart, he threw Fu Yuan towards Shen Hanfeng with a flick of his long whip, although he knew that with his master's ability, he would not be able to survive this little thunder, but he always couldn't bear to let his master suffer hardships.

Fu Yuan was entangled in his hands and feet, and Zhuo Junchen's method of controlling his strength was ingenious to the peak, just because he couldn't hurt Shen Hanfeng, so he could only suffer half of the power of thunder for Shen Hanfeng.

Fu Yuan's heart was sullen, and there was another mouthful of blood. Zhuo Junchen was about to hand him over, and when he received the third blow, a pair of hands stretched out out out of thin air and attacked him directly at the back of the heart.

His eyebrows and eyes instantly turned cold, and Zhuo Junchen also lost his interest in teasing Fu Yuan, and the pure thunder fire magic power was magnified by the Nether Whip, and it engulfed Fu Yuan in an instant.

The dignified monk in the infancy stage fell into the hands of Zhuo Junchen, but he didn't even have time to scream, so he turned into a ball of flying ashes, and even the infant was never kept.

Chop the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows and reads;. Zhuo Junchen understands this truth very well.

Fuxian was also shocked when he saw his ruthless methods. How old and spicy his vision is, although Zhuo Junchen's cultivation is profound, the kung fu in his hands is more than one point inferior to him.

Since obtaining the Nether Whip, although Zhuo Junchen has learned many whip techniques suitable for himself, he has never been able to really fight with people of comparable strength. Shen Hanfeng let him at the beginning, and Si Yun was defeated by Du Heng's □□.

Now for Fuxian, who has been in the sky for more than 100 years, he is naturally unable to get up.

Fuxian will not let go of Zhuo Junchen because of this, whether it is the momentum of his body or his weird whip method, Zhuo Junchen is undoubtedly a demon. It's just that this demon clan seems to be on good terms with Shen Hanfeng, but he has never heard Shen Hanfeng mention it. If it was said that he went to the Phantom Sea Star Palace this time to get acquainted, he had heard from other disciples before, and he had never mentioned that he had met such a person. 、

These thoughts happen in a flash of lightning. Zhuo Junchen fought and retreated, but his cultivation was leveled by the other party's skillful response, and even faintly out of weakness.

Fortunately, the four heavenly thunders were coming to an end, and Zhuo Junchen didn't expect Shen Hanfeng to turn his face for him and the master who had raised him, but all he had to do was to take Shen Hanfeng away from the Qinghua Immortal Gate.

Although Senluo Wanxiang is the immortal weapon used by Fuxian, it is also one of the most important treasures of Qinghua Xianmen. Zhuo Junchen was like a dragon, bullying Fuxian and his weapons not to surrender.

The more Fuxian fought with him, the more frightened he became, this person's comprehension was extremely high, and it was only a move that he had used once, and it was impossible to think about what effect he had the second time. Fuxian almost relied on his experience and endurance that surpassed the other party by hundreds of years, but Zhuo Junchen became more and more courageous and grew rapidly.

As the head of the sect, maintaining the peace of the Xianmen is a duty that must be fulfilled, Fu Xian's heart flashed with the idea of summoning all the peak masters of the Xianmen to help, who knew that before he could put it into action, he saw a dark light flashing in Zhuo Junchen's eyes.

The senior monks didn't have to look at it with their eyes, and with a sweep of their divine sense, they knew that Shen Hanfeng had broken the pill into a baby, successfully broken through the Yuan Infant Stage, and the aura in his body was more condensed.

Not far away, Si Yun was restraining Du Heng to approach Shen Hanfeng, who was meditating and cultivating.

With a long whip, Fuxian thought that Zhuo Junchen wanted to take Shen Hanfeng away, so he was going to drag him closely. After the Heavenly Tribulation, he was the weakest, and even if Shen Hanfeng knew that this place was dangerous, he could only meditate and recover. In this way, even if his current cultivation is already higher than Si Yun, there should be no danger.

Who knew that Zhuo Junchen quickly dodged Fuxian's palm.

The huge palm prints of more than three zhang were imprinted on the top of the Nameless Peak, and the Cold Ice Cave Mansion with Shen Hanfeng was razed to the ground.

After Zhuo Junchen stabilized his figure, he just showed a mocking smile towards Fuxian, the positions of the two were reversed, and Zhuo Junchen fell a lot to avoid his edge, at this time, whether it was Si Yun or Shen Hanfeng, they were much closer than Fuxian.

The Nether Whip, which he thought would take Shen Hanfeng away, suddenly changed direction and was heading towards Si Yundou.

"You dare!" Fuxian's roar was almost heartbreaking, no matter how harsh he was to people, he valued his only son very much in his heart. Zhuo Junchen's cultivation in the Mahayana period fell on Si Yun, and I am afraid that the results are not as good as those of Fuyuan.

Zhuo Junchen snorted coldly, what did he dare not do.

What he never expected was that Si Yun faced the long whip that he couldn't dodge, and although the expression on his face turned white, he responded very quickly - he pushed Du Heng out beside him.

Even though he knew that Du Heng's power was limited, Si Yun refused to let go of these slight gaps and find a way to survive for himself.

Du Heng looked at the long whip that was getting closer and closer to him, and his heart completely lost hope.

He was blind at the beginning, so he fell in love with such a shameless person.

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