One night later, the little disciple who was sent by Si Yun to pour tea waited outside the reception hall in two wars, the door of the mahogany hall was closed, and there was a violent fighting sound inside before nightfall, but when the night deepened, there was no sound. [No pop-ups. The little disciple didn't dare to go in, let alone leave on his own, so he had to pour the cold tea over and over again and replace it with the re-brewed tea.

When the light appeared, the reception hall finally opened, and Si Yun came out from inside, his face was unharmed, and the clothes on his body were extremely regular, no different from usual. The little disciple hurriedly saluted, and Si Yun said indifferently: "Clean up the inside." ”

Looking at the back of the head of the sect drifting away, the little disciple was a little puzzled in his heart, could it be that a few Supreme Elders stayed inside and didn't care?

It's just that when he brought tea into the reception hall and saw the scene in the hall clearly, there was only astonishment in his heart. The tray fell, the fine porcelain teacup made a crisp cracking sound, and the splash of tea spilled on the blood-red ground, mottled with the blood that had not yet dried up.

Mu Zisu and Shen Hanfeng stayed in the dense forest all night. The prohibition that Zhuo Junchen placed on Shen Hanfeng was extremely complicated, as if it was a secret technique learned from the demon clan. If they didn't untie it first, they would have fled to the ends of the earth, and there would be nothing to hide in front of Zhuo Junchen.

The moment Shen Hanfeng unlocked the spell, Zhuo Junchen, who was coming out of the path of death, immediately lost his sense of him. A trace of anger flashed silently in the demon's blood-colored eyes, and the expression on Zhuo Junchen's face became a little colder.

But even so, the position he sensed before was not blurred, Zhuo Junchen let go of his divine sense, and the invisible network of consciousness spread and spread, sweeping away along Fang Cai's position, and his body also disappeared with his divine sense. With Shen Hanfeng's condition, he was powerless to make any camouflage for his divine sense, as long as he could meet them before they changed directions, he would not be able to escape from Zhuo Junchen's palm.

Zhuo Junchen's speed was extremely fast, and it didn't take long for him to collide with another divine consciousness in the dense forest.

This divine consciousness was extremely familiar to him, and not long ago, the two of them had blended. Zhuo Junchen's eyes lit up, and a smile slowly curled up on his lips.

Shen Hanfeng, who was looking for the exit of the dense forest with Mu Zisu, suddenly stopped. Because they were worried about using their spiritual power to attract Zhuo Junchen's attention, they deliberately chose to find a way out on foot.

Mu Zisu asked with some confusion, "Uncle Shen, what's wrong with you?" ”

Shen Hanfeng closed his eyes and said, "Is there still any pill?" Mu Zisu thought that he was suffering from a recurrent illness, so he hurriedly took out the pill and handed it to him.

Shen Hanfeng poured out three of them, and swallowed them without waiting for Mu Zisu to stop them.

"Uncle Shen, if you eat so much, it will be easy to backlash!" Mu Zisu exclaimed, he didn't expect Shen Hanfeng to suddenly do such a reckless thing.

Shen Hanfeng shook his head and whispered to him: "Ah Chen is about to catch up, you first find a way to go out and go to the noodle restaurant that your master told you in Zhaoguo." Uncle Sun will take care of you, and I will come to you when I get rid of Ah Chen. ”

Mu Zisu only felt that this was just a temporary excuse for Shen Hanfeng to perfunctory him, and he was about to refuse, but he heard a voice from the depths of the forest.

"Zhuo Junchen is a traitor to my Xianmen, and Uncle Shen, as a law enforcement elder, should eradicate this obstacle for Xianmen. Why do you want to get rid of him now? This will inevitably damage the prestige of our Qinghua Immortal Sect. Ling Yihang walked out of the jungle beside him unhurriedly. In addition to him, the group of disciples he was carrying behind him also escorted a pair of men and women, it was Zhan Baichuan and Su Yuesheng, who had separated from them yesterday.

The two of them were restrained by two black iron chains, their bodies were very embarrassed, and Zhan Baichuan still had some scars on his face.

Mu Zisu said angrily: "Ling Yihang, what did you do to your senior brother and sister? ”

Ling Yihang unfolded the black and red folding fan in his hand and said, "Su Yuesheng and Zhan Baichuan were supposed to retreat and cultivate on their respective independent peaks, but now they have appeared at the junction of the two worlds of gods and demons. Going down the mountain without permission is one of them, and it is suspected that it has something to do with the demon clan, and this is the other thing, as the first disciple of Qinghua Peak, I should bring these two disciples back to the sect and hand them over to the Xingfeng Elder for disposal. Ah, by the way, now you have to count Senior Brother Mu who refined the pill for Elder Du. ”

Mu Zisu was angry in his heart, but he couldn't refute it. At the beginning, Du Heng arranged different excuses for each of them to hide people's eyes, but he didn't expect Ling Yihang to suddenly appear and make a hindrance.

Shen Hanfeng said indifferently: "Ling Yihang, let Su Yuesheng and Zhan Baichuan go." ”

Ling Yihang's brows jumped, and he said with a smile: "What's the matter, in addition to protecting his own disciples, does Senior Uncle Shen want to even include these three people under his wing today?" Before the words fell, a white light flashed slightly, and before Ling Yihang could respond, a tingling pain came from his right shoulder.

Shen Hanfeng pinched the sword trick in his hand, and just now he transformed the aura into sword qi and stabbed Ling Yihang in the shoulder: "As long as I am not removed from the Qinghua Immortal Sect for a day, I will still be the law enforcement elder of the Qinghua Immortal Sect for a day." You are the head of the family, and you have to listen to me. ”

Ling Yihang snapped the folding fan shut, and the expression on his face showed a bit of cold anger because of the injury: "Shen Hanfeng, why are you pretending to be in front of me, Law Enforcement Elder?" Phew, who of us Qinghuafeng doesn't know, you're just a dog under Shizun! ”

As soon as these words came out, except for Shen Hanfeng's face did not change, everyone's expressions changed, and they didn't expect Ling Yihang to speak wildly.

A cold snort came from nowhere, Shen Hanfeng's expression moved, and he saw a purple-black electric light slashing down out of thin air, and Ling Yihang's right arm turned into ashes along with his sleeve.

"Ahh The bright red blood from the charred wound soon soaked the entire right shoulder.

Zhuo Junchen's figure was like a ghost, appearing behind Shen Hanfeng. A wisp of demonic qi was silently injected into Shen Hanfeng's body. And Shen Hanfeng's face was just a little pale, and he didn't open his mouth to cry out in pain, not even a trace of discoloration.

Ling Yihang was stared at coldly by Zhuo Junchen's red eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he felt the tragic pain, and he trembled for a moment.

However, he quickly suppressed the fear in his heart and said in a loud voice: "Elder Shen, now that Zhuo Junchen is here, you don't take this time to take him down!" As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Zhuo Junchen's eyes were a little colder, but fortunately, he didn't do anything to him again.

The red eyes slowly looked at Shen Hanfeng beside him, and Zhuo Junchen chuckled: "Shen Xianjun still wants to do something with me?" Or should I ask, is Shen Xianjun still my opponent now? ”

Ling Yihang's face was like gold paper, he had already known that Zhuo Junchen's cultivation had made a leap after he became a demon, and he couldn't see the depth at all, but he didn't expect that now Zhuo Junchen had surpassed Shen Hanfeng. At the beginning of the battle on Frost Heaven Peak, Shen Hanfeng would miss, he always thought that it was caused by the interference of the purple jade flower and the collapse of Shen Hanfeng's spiritual power.

Shen Hanfeng pursed his light-colored lips, raised his hand and turned his hand, the sword light did not attack Zhuo Junchen, but directly cut Ling Yihang's throat.

Ling Yihang's eyes widened, and his face was full of horror. He unconsciously took two steps back, and the wound on his neck gushed with blood.

Shen Hanfeng's voice was hoarse, and he was even a little tired: "Ling Yihang assassinated Lian Xinhong and framed his disciples, so he should be killed." ”

Seeing Ling Yihang suddenly fall to the ground, he didn't bat an eye, and the disciples who followed behind him were in a panic. At this time, two more sword lights followed, but they neatly untied the chains on Su Yuesheng and Zhan Baichuan. Without restraint, Su Zhan and the others naturally walked to Mu Zisu's side quickly, but looking at Zhuo Junchen behind Shen Hanfeng, they hesitated and did not step forward.

A warm snort pounced on Shen Hanfeng's ears, Zhuo Junchen's voice was evil and cold, and he whispered to Shen Hanfeng: "Do you think that if you do this, I will be grateful to you as if nothing happened?" ”

The demonic qi flowing in his body made Shen Hanfeng's face pale, and he couldn't help but clench his teeth: "I did this just to fulfill my duties as an elder of law enforcement. If you ask for something, it is that you want to let these disciples leave safely. They are all innocent disciples who have nothing to do with the matter between you and me. ”

"Nothing to do with it?" Zhuo Junchen sneered, raised his hand and shook it one by one, and pulled out a person from the group of disciples. The disciple was restrained by Zhuo Junchen, and the whole person was suspended in the air, and his face was so frightened that his face was colorless.

"Shen Xianjun, do you want to see if this person really has nothing to do with my affairs?" Zhuo Junchen deliberately changed you and me to the word me, which made Shen Hanfeng's heart hurt, but he couldn't speak.

That disciple had been lowering his eyebrows since Zhuo Junchen appeared, but at this time, he had to raise his head, and his face was pinched and began to turn red.

Mu Zisu was the first to recognize: "You are the one who lied and falsely spread the word that day!" ”

The disciple's eyes widened, and several broken breath sounds came out of his throat, as if to explain something, but they were vague.

Zhuo Junchen looked extremely kind at this time, and slightly loosened his shackles. The disciple said in a loud voice: "Senior Brother Zhuo, please let me go Senior Brother Zhuo, it was Ling Yihang and the head of the sect who forced me!" If I don't do what they say, they will find a way to get rid of me, and I can't help it! ”

Zhuo Junchen raised his eyebrows, as if he felt a little interested: "Oh? You are forced to frame me as a last resort in order not to die? ”

The disciple nodded hurriedly, and said with tears in his eyes: "The people on Qinghua Peak live a life that is not as good as pigs and dogs, we have tried our best to survive, and we also ask our uncle and brother to help us!" ”

Zhuo Junchen's eyes coldly swept over the Qinghua Peak disciples behind him, seeing that they were cowering in fear, the expression on his face seemed to be extremely in agreement with that disciple's appearance.

Zhuo Junchen smiled: "People don't destroy the heavens and the earth for themselves...... But you shouldn't do anything to provoke me. With a crisp sound of bones breaking, the disciple who was hanging in mid-air was already out of life.

The dead body fell to the ground, and Zhuo Junchen looked at his former friends and fellow disciples coldly: "Anyone who goes against my will is my Zhuo Junchen's enemy, I don't know you, what do you think?" ”

Mu Zisu's face changed, and he hurriedly said to Zhuo Junchen: "Junchen, you listen to ......me" Before he finished speaking, Mu Zisu intuitively felt that danger was approaching, and without thinking too much, he took out an ancient medicine mortar with his backhand, and turned his wrist upside down to clasp himself and the people around him.

Shen Hanfeng and Zhuo Junchen were originally within his protection, but Zhuo Junchen grabbed Shen Hanfeng's waist first and withdrew a few feet away.

But in an instant, countless hideous and thick vines grew in the dense forest, and a series of crashing sounds sounded, and the sharp vines were resisted after hitting the mortar. With a wave of Zhuo Junchen's long sleeves, all the plants that attacked him were shattered by thunder and lightning. Only those Qinghua Peak disciples who cultivated lowly and could not be sheltered were subjected.

Vine branches burst out from all directions, penetrating their bodies and revealing all sorts of strange and tragic conditions that people couldn't bear to look at.

With a wave of his hand, Zhuo Junchen cleaned up the countless intertwined vines under his body, and then slowly fell from mid-air.

"Senluo Wanxiang......" Shen Hanfeng muttered in a low voice, then broke free from Zhuo Junchen's shackles and walked towards Mu Zisu and the others. This medicine mortar is a defensive magic weapon, and now that it has become larger, it has become a translucent dark yellow, and you can still see the frightened looks of the three people inside.

Shen Hanfeng said to Mu Zisu inside: "No matter what happens, you are not allowed to come out, do you hear it!" ”

Mu Zisu and the others looked at each other and nodded hurriedly.

Shen Hanfeng didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Si Yun's voice pour into his ears, piercing his soul.

"Senior Brother Shen, the little magic weapon wants to block all things, you must be too naïve." Si Yun's figure finally flashed in midair. The cyan clothes are windless and automatic, and Si Yun is holding a picture scroll in his hand, which is the Senluo Vientiane body that Shen Hanfeng said, which is Si Yun's natal spiritual weapon, and it is also an immortal weapon that has been inherited by Qinghua Immortal Sect for a long time.

There was a bloody aura in Si Yun's eyes, although the description was no different from the past, but the momentum around him and the actions he did to kill his disciples were not like things he would do on a daily basis.

Twisting the cinnabar mole on his fingertips, Si Yun's smile was meaningful. Shen Hanfeng turned his back to Zhuo Junchen, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, which soon dripped on the placket of his clothes, like red plums.

Looking at Mu Zisu and the three of them with a hint of warning and even a hint of pleading, Shen Hanfeng slowly wiped the blood from his mouth unharmed.

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