Zhuo Junchen's figure was as fast as a meteor, and Shen Hanfeng responded weakly in a low voice: "I'll try my best to ......" Seeing Zhuo Junchen's indomitable appearance, he probably didn't hear this sentence. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

The blood in Zhuo Junchen's eyes became darker, he and Si Yun were one green and one black, shuttling around the thick black vines, and all things were thrown into the air by Si Yun, and the vines were like long snakes opening their bloody mouths towards Zhuo Junchen. Tiny leaf buds grow from the smooth stems of the plants, and when they reach their most luxuriant form, they pour down like a puff of black rain.

The blades were supposed to be soft and lightweight, but in Si Yun's hands, they were like thin blades, sharp and unmatched.

Zhuo Junchen's long whip swung, and the twisted whip body wrapped around him, and the blue-purple electric light crackled. The nets formed by the Nether Whip burned close to the blades of his body, and the tail of the whip flicked towards Si Yun.

At this time, Shen Hanfeng's breath was already weak, and Si Yun would never torture Shen Hanfeng to deter Zhuo Junchen at this time, otherwise the other party would be angry to the extreme.

Si Yun hid behind the black rain of vines, and did not move and retreat in the face of Zhuo Junchen's attack, but only guided the black vines to line up in front of him, blocking between him and Zhuo Junchen. Although in a battle of their level, the obstruction of their line of sight is not a hindrance. Si Yun still used this seemingly obstructive method to gain a little respite for himself.

The monks of the Thunder Fire Spirit Root, most of the attacks are vast and fierce, and they are resolute. But the consumption of such an attack is also much greater than that of ordinary people, and Si Yun certainly would not be naïve to think that Zhuo Junchen would keep bombarding until he ran out of magic power. But he needed a suitable time, and he was waiting for the time when Zhuo Junchen's old power was gone and the new force was not born.

The long whip swept and tore all the vines in front of him again, Si Yun's figure was exposed, and the blood in Zhuo Junchen's eyes deepened a little, but before he sent out the next attack, Si Yun suddenly showed a smile.

Before Zhuo Junchen's arm was raised, the movement of his hand was pulled by a sudden surge of external force. Countless black vines appeared out of thin air, entangling Zhuo Junchen into a huge black cocoon.

A hint of fierceness flashed in Zhuo Junchen's eyes, and the sound of thunder and lightning crackled against his skin. It's just that these black vines are far more flexible and strong than the black vines that Si Yun took out as a blinding method before, only after the innermost layer of black vines was broken, another black vine was soon rewound outside. These black vines grew much faster than Zhuo Junchen.

Without the opportunity to strike first, Zhuo Junchen's offensive was instantly weakened a lot. Although he still induced the demonic qi to thunder and lightning towards Si Yun from time to time, Si Yun was far more flexible and powerful than he thought. These attacks were either dodged or repelled by him.

A black vine was drawn into the black cocoon formed by Zhuo Junchen, and the black cocoon rushed towards the mountain not far away like a meteor catching the moon, slamming into the position of the mountainside, and crashing out of a black hole.

Si Yun only took a few breaths before he appeared outside the deep pit that Zhuo Junchen had smashed. Throwing out a black vine, Si Yun hooked Zhuo Junchen out, and then concocted the same method, slamming the black cocoon to the ground.

The big pit on the ground was more obvious than the one on the mountainside, and the entire black cocoon was engulfed by the big pit, the blood in Zhuo Junchen's eyes became darker, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Si Yun lifted him up, and said with contempt in his eyes: "You, the Demon Venerable, are not even one ten-thousandth of the micro-immortal. ”

Zhuo Junchen sneered: "You are the head of the immortal sect, but you are not as good as me, a demon clan, uphold your true heart, and you are really an evil demon and evil demon." Shen Hanfeng told him that Si Yun should have absorbed someone's cultivation to rise to the middle level of Mahayana. And no matter what kind of cultivation method is used to absorb the cultivation of others, it should not be the method of the so-called Immortal Sect Righteous Path Society.

Si Yun said freely: "What about the crooked path of the evil demons, the exercises that can make me proud of the mainland and do whatever I want are the best exercises." He squinted and glanced around, Mu Zisu and the others were locked and protected by the medicine mortar, although they were all pale, as if they were shocked by the battle between the three of them just now, but they were not injured. After dealing with the people here, he returned to the Immortal Gate and was still the gentle and profound Lord of the Immortal Gate.

was hit by Si Yun one after another, and the sound of thunder and lightning on Zhuo Junchen's body never stopped, he was constantly trying to untie the shackles on his body, even if he couldn't defeat Si Yun by surprise, he could also fight for a Jedi counterattack.

It's just that the black vines on his body are tighter, and the place where they fit Zhuo Junchen's robe seems to have grown small branches and leaves that had appeared before. If it weren't for Zhuo Junchen who had been using thunder and lightning qi to protect his body, I am afraid that all parts of his body would have been cut to pieces.

A black vine picked up the black cocoon, and Si Yun looked at Zhuo Junchen hanging in the air with a smile and said, "Since you are a Demon Venerable, I should give you a magnificent send-off." ”

As he spoke, countless black vines burst out, stabbing towards Zhuo Junchen from all directions, and the sharp tips were like sharp spears.

Zhuo Junchen's eyes were red, and the demonic qi in his whole body was agitated but useless. The Nether Whip was wrapped in black vines, and Zhuo Junchen had already activated the machine spirit, but he still couldn't break free from the tenacious vines.

There is no distinction between high and low immortal weapons, but the cultivation of the owner of the immortal weapon has become the key to victory.

When the tip of the black vine was less than a foot away from the black cocoon, Zhuo Junchen finally broke free of all the restraints on his body, and Si Yun seemed to have poured all his spiritual power into these besieging black spears.

Si Yun saw the corner of the black robe flashing, but he was not worried that Zhuo Junchen would be able to reverse the situation, the heavens and the earth changed color for a while, and the speed of the spear sticking to Zhuo Junchen slowed down a little. After all, Zhuo Junchen is a master of the Transformation Period, and it is not impossible to hold on to a few points under the siege of the black spear.

But these are just useless efforts, and a glimmer of victory flashed in Si Yun's eyes.

But I never thought that at this time, a new army would emerge.

A white light struck, catching Si Yun off guard, and a bloody palm was imprinted on his heart, and the cold sword qi rushed straight from his palm to his heart.

Si Yun repelled Shen Hanfeng with his backhand, and Shen Hanfeng's body was knocked back dozens of feet, but he didn't seem to have received the slightest scar on his body. Si Yun was shocked, he couldn't understand why Shen Hanfeng, who was extremely weak as he could see with his divine sense, could suddenly sneak attack him, and after being hit by his power, he had no change at all.

Shen Hanfeng didn't notice Si Yun's expression, he only raised his head slightly, the clouds rolled, and the wind and clouds changed color. He was able to stop his retreating form, and his palm slapped on the ground as soon as he flipped his palm.

The medicine mortar that enveloped Mu Zisu and the three of them made a crisp crashing sound, like a bell. The entire magic weapon that flashed with pale light retreated a few feet under the impetus of Shen Hanfeng, and soon the figures of Zhuo Junchen and Shen Hanfeng disappeared into the dense forest, and Mu Zisu and the others could no longer see their appearances.

The clouds in the sky were surging. Mu Zisu stared blankly at the sky and said in a low voice, "Cloud Tribulation...... Could it be that Junchen ......?"

When the first thunderbolt fell, the black vines that shrouded Zhuo Junchen shattered one after another. Even if Zhuo Junchen's cultivation was so profound, the power contained in his thunder and lightning was still not as powerful as the supreme strength of this test monk.

Si Yun took a mouthful of blood in his mouth, and his eyes stared fiercely at Zhuo Junchen, who was wrapped in thunder, and swallowed this mouthful of blood. Raids do not distinguish between friend and foe, and if they cannot be avoided wherever they go, they can only bear it for the victims. These black vines originally paid attention to Si Yuntai's spiritual power, as well as some of their divine sense, but now they were shattered by the thunder, and the injuries on their bodies were naturally a little more serious.

Thinking that Zhuo Junchen had been able to fight with Shen Hanfeng for so long after experiencing the first Heavenly Tribulation in the past, and finally captured him in one fell swoop, a dark color flashed in Si Yun's eyes.

After the black vine was damaged and retreated, Zhuo Junchen's figure was revealed, the arrogance in his red eyes was fully revealed, he stared at the clouds in the sky, and the dragon shadow conjured by the long whip was already roaring impatiently.

His gaze slowly turned to Si Yun, and he smiled coldly at him, and then when the thunderbolt landed, the dragon spirit roared and rushed forward, biting away without flinching.

Si Yun had already passed the catastrophe, but even now he had lingering palpitations, and he didn't want to face this catastrophe again. He wanted to rob Shen Hanfeng away when Zhuo Junchen was experiencing the Heavenly Tribulation, but he didn't want him to be very close to Zhuo Junchen, as if he wasn't worried that this tribulation would fall on him.

Si Yun was afraid of his wounds and the terrifying power of the thunder, and he was unwilling but still turned away. If there are any good qualities in him, it is that he has always known how to look at the deprivation and will always make the most self-interested decisions.

When the dragon spirit met the second tribulation thunder, Zhuo Junchen realized that this heavenly tribulation was far from being comparable to the one on the elixir peak.

The second Heavenly Tribulation experienced by the cultivator had a total of six Tribulation Thunder, and this one was only the second one, but it was even more powerful than the stout and terrifying fourth path before.

Long Ling barely swallowed the entire thunderbolt, but Zhuo Junchen's body, which had been soaked in the power of thunder and lightning for a long time, fell into a paralysis and could not move.

When the third tribulation thunder slashed down, the dragon spirit was split by the thunder and lightning, and Zhuo Junchen only felt that the paralysis spread from the physical body to the divine consciousness, and all the magic power in the body was imprisoned, so he could only stand in place and let others slaughter him.

The fourth tribulation thunder fell, and Zhuo Junchen finally knew what kind of pain it was to make people feel that their gods were torn apart. The intense pain seemed to tear the consciousness apart, devouring all the only pain that was left in the senses. He was still enduring the pain caused by the thunderstorm, and he didn't want to show his weakness in front of Si Yun, but he couldn't hold on anymore at this time.

His skin was scorched black by powerful lightning, and his blood-colored eyes were so red that they could drip blood.

It's just that the thunderstorm didn't care about his current miserable situation, and after only a short interval, the fifth thunderstorm fell with a bang.

However, Zhuo Junchen didn't feel any more intense pain. The numb body was surrounded by another person, and the distracted red eyes met a pair of calm eyes, and the long snow-white flowing hair. Zhuo Junchen's eyes widened suddenly, and he saw a thick thunderbolt falling from behind Shen Hanfeng, and he seemed to be about to exclaim in his mouth, but he was so numb that he could only roll out a vague and inexplicable scream.

The thunder seemed to have struck something, but it didn't fall on Shen Hanfeng. Shen Hanfeng was still holding him, Zhuo Junchen had lost the ability to control his body, and the two of them fell from mid-air.

Shen Hanfeng lowered his head, his lips pressed against his, and Zhuo Junchen only felt a tingling pain from the scalded lip flap, and the soft inside was probed by the other party's tongue. A warm and fishy sweet liquid flowed down Shen Hanfeng's lips and tongue into Zhuo Junchen's throat, and the tip of his tongue softly squeezed the root of his tongue, forcing him to drink these things, but Zhuo Junchen didn't have time to covet this charm, and his mind was blank.

This is Shen Hanfeng's blood. But it has a taste of the frost moon fox blood that Qu Aya gave him at the beginning.

Zhuo Junchen had never tasted too much blood, but he also knew that the blood of demon beasts could not be the same as that of humans.

After a long time, Shen Hanfeng's pale lips were stained with a touch of bright color. There was a trace of guilt in his eyes, and after a light cough, a large area of blood stained Zhuo Junchen's angular face.

"I'm sorry."

A very light sentence was swallowed up by the last thunderbolt that came violently, and a trace of pain appeared on the handsome and indifferent face at this time, and Shen Hanfeng finally showed an extremely faint smile at him, covering his face full of blood.

Zhuo Junchen looked at him in a daze, his calm and peaceful black eyes were hollow and dim, and a trace of chill was born from Shen Hanfeng's body, smashing human muscles and bones, as if it could pierce people's hearts and souls. The long eyelashes covered up, covering the once gentle eyes, and water droplets fell into Zhuo Junchen's eyes, but I don't know whose blood or tears it was.

After the catastrophe, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

Zhuo Junchen was a little stunned, holding the lifeless body in his arms. A thin layer of frost wrapped around Shen Hanfeng's body, removing the blood stains on his face, looking at his peaceful expression, as if he was just asleep.

There was a soft "click", and something in Shen Hanfeng's hand fell to the ground.

Zhuo Junchen slowly turned his head, it was a pair of Luan Feng Jade Huang, once Zhuo Junchen thought that they had already been destroyed by the powerful heavenly thunder, but they unexpectedly appeared at this time. It's just that this pair of jade is not as good as it used to be in his hands, and at this time it is already a blood-red blood jade.

There was a sudden look in his empty eyes, Zhuo Junchen carefully leaned down, Yu Huang was put into his palm, and the hard edges and corners brought some pain to the numb palm. A layer of charred black floated on his body, gradually peeling off, revealing intact flesh.

The red light gradually receded, and the red of the palm seemed to peel off along with the charred part of the body, and half of it changed back to its former crystal clear snow-white appearance.

- This Luan Feng Yuhuang is also a spiritual weapon, if the two of you drip blood, if you really have the same heart, it will give birth to changes.

It will give birth, and so on.

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