Seeing Lu Qin rushing towards him in a frenzy, Zhao Yingyan put away his frivolous expression, looked awe-inspiring, pulled Yunhe aside, and said softly: "Master, you take refuge here, I will kill this banshee first and then go with you to settle accounts with the Holy Emperor." ”

"Be careful!" Yun He told Zhao Yingyan worriedly.

Since following him, Zhao Yingyan has never been interested in the affairs of men and women, and he is usually even more silent, how could he be interested in ridiculing the goddess envoy under the Holy Emperor at such a time.

Yunhe understood Zhao Yingyan's intentions.

He was using a trick to lure the green harp down the city walls.

Just now, he killed so many shadow golems in one go, and he had already lured most of the black guards and the remaining shadow golems to this side, and the defenses on the other side of the prison area had become lax.

As long as the green qin is eliminated again, these black guards and shadow puppets will be like a plate of scattered sand, and Qian Xiaoshan will have a chance to rescue the hostages at that time.

The master and servant had just said a few words, and Lu Qin had already come to Zhao Yingyan. She waved her right sleeve, which became longer and longer like a flying red snake, coiling towards Zhao Yingyan!

Zhao Yingyan raised his sword and slashed down, wanting to cut off this cloud sleeve, but the moment the sleeve touched the blade, it coiled and enveloped heavily, quickly covering the Heavenly Star Sword, and then fiercely crawled to Zhao Yingyan's arm.

If this continues, Zhao Yingyan will be mummified.

"Zhao Yingyan, you can't think of it! My Shuiyun sleeve is also a holy weapon! Believe it or not, if I use a little more force, your arm will be scrapped!" Lu Qin smiled proudly and pulled the sleeve, which became tighter and tighter around Zhao Yingyan's body.

Yunhe wanted to help, but his realm was not as good as Luqin's, and he didn't dare to rush over suddenly, in case Zhao Yingyan was distracted, then his situation would be even more dangerous.

After locking Zhao Yingyan with her right sleeve, Lu Qin glanced at Yun He, who was standing on the sidelines watching the battle with a nervous face.

was glared at by Lu Qin, Yun He's heart was instantly enveloped by a terrifying aura, and his whole body couldn't move!

There is a world between the gods and the gods of the realm, and Lu Qin can deter Yunhe with just one look.

Yunhe secretly complained: This time it's terrible, I'm afraid it will affect Xiaoyan again......

"Fox demon, it's your turn!" Lu Qin smiled sinisterly, and flicked her left sleeve, which wrapped around Yunhe's neck like a poisonous snake.

Yunhe was instantly strangled and couldn't be called.

Unable to move, he didn't even have the strength to break free of his sleeve with his hands.

The pale cheeks turned red all at once.

This water cloud sleeve is a holy weapon, which can be as tough as a pampas grass, and as sharp as a steel blade. There is no doubt that if Lu Qin pulls a little harder, Yunhe's neck will be strangled.

He was very aggrieved in his heart.

I thought that I was a god who called for wind and rain in Ziyun Star, but when I was caught in this black soul star, I met all the gods of the realm, my body was like a defeat, I didn't even have the power to protect myself, I was bullied everywhere, and I lived such a wretched life, it was better to have a good sword.

"Let my master go!" Zhao Yingyan roared with tears in his eyes.

Lu Qin sneered: "Zhao Yingyan, you can't protect yourself, and you still have time to worry about your master? But don't worry, I want both of your lives! Since you like this fox demon so much, then I will fulfill you! Let you be a pair of ghost masters and servants!"

Zhao Yingyan glared at Luqin angrily, his eyes became colder and colder, he roared, and shook the blade with all his strength, and after the sound of "crackling", the water cloud sleeve that was wrapped around the Tianxing Sword and his arm broke inch by inch, turning into countless broken butterflies and flying away in the wind.

He actually used the power of the Heavenly Star Sword to shatter the Shui Yun Sleeve, which was also a holy weapon!

Zhao Yingyan swung his sword again, and the cloud sleeve around Yunhe's neck was cut off by the sword qi in the air.

At this moment, a pair of cloud sleeves of Luqin were cut off, and Luqin's heart was traumatized, and she spat out a mouthful of fishy liquid with a "poof".

The water cloud sleeve that was originally wrapped around Yunhe's neck instantly lost its strength and fell to the ground decadently.

Yunhe's fine neck obviously had a blackened strangulation mark.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, because he was still shocked by the green qin, he couldn't move, his heart was already traumatized, there were still bursts of poison from the depths of his soul, and his forehead was oozing with cold sweat the size of a bean, and he was uncomfortable.

Lu Qin looked at Zhao Yingyan in astonishment, it was obvious that Zhao Yingyan's extraordinary strength had far exceeded her imagination.

She thought that her treasure was higher than Zhao Yingyan's Heavenly Star Sword, and she would be able to defeat Zhao Yingyan, so she took the initiative to ask the Holy Emperor for help after Li Wuyuan was beaten to the ground and fled.

But who would have thought that Zhao Yingyan's leapfrogging strength would be so terrifying that he would easily destroy his natal treasure?

She's finally scared!

When will she not run away? She immediately turned around and ran, as fast as she could!

However, a blue shadow flashed in front of her eyes, and Zhao Yingyan had already blocked her way.

But Wen Zhao Yingyan said coldly: "Woman, you have made a big mistake. ”

Lu Qin said in a cold sweat: "Zhao Yingyan, count you ruthless, this time I underestimated you......"

Luqin wanted to say that he underestimated Zhao Yingyan's strength.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yingyan said coldly: "Wrong!"

Zhao Yingyan looked at Yunhe, who was standing not far away and couldn't move, and was trembling all over, and said to Luqin hatefully: "You shouldn't touch my master." ”

Zhao Yingyan is another swing of the sword!

"No!" Lu Qin stepped back in horror and shouted, "Holy Emperor, please save me......"

The sound of the green piano stopped abruptly.

After the shadow of the sword, there was an extra circle of red marks on her neck. Then her body fell straight back and back.

"Smack!" After falling down, the neatly severed head rolled off the neck with a lag, and a sea of fish spread out of the ground.

It wasn't just her head that was cut off, but her soul as well.

But the soul light that escaped from her remains shone brightly, and gradually dissipated into the air like a phantom.

The soul of a person whose soul is broken under the Heavenly Star Sword, even if it is a god, will dissipate.

She didn't turn a blind eye, because the Holy Emperor she loved so much didn't save her in the end.

Obviously, as long as the Holy Emperor is willing, a snap of his fingers is enough to wipe out Yunhe and Zhao Yingyan.

Why was the Holy Emperor willing to save Yunhe under Zhao Yingyan's sword, willing to save Li Wuyuan in the hands of Tang Zixi, but unwilling to save himself?

Obviously, he is the most loyal to him!

The Holy Emperor, who was sitting in the depths of the black palace, watched coldly at the complete dissipation of the green qin's soul, and there was not even a trace of emotional fluctuation on his cheeks.

"Holding a holy relic, but not even a slave beside that fox demon can win, and wasting a holy relic of mine, what's the use of keeping such a waste?" the Holy Emperor said indifferently.

These words were no longer heard by the green qin.

As long as the Holy Emperor is willing, he can build a Realm King God Clan in batches at any time.

As long as their souls are refined, they will be extremely loyal to themselves.

This green lyre is gone, and tomorrow there will be a second, or even a third, green lyre.

Li Wuyuan had already returned to the palace.

At this moment, seeing that the Holy Emperor was so ruthless to Luqin, he felt a little apprehensive in his heart.

It seems that the Holy Emperor can't tolerate people who don't do things well.

His own realm was higher than Zhao Yingyan's, and he also lost, why didn't the Holy Emperor blame himself?

It seems that the Holy Emperor's attitude towards himself is different from that of others.

Don't...... Is it because he has the highest talent and will have greater achievements in the future that the Holy Emperor will value himself so much and tolerate himself?

Thinking of this, Li Wuyuan was very happy in his heart, and he was grateful to the Holy Emperor.

The green qin ambushed, and the deterrence that locked Yunhe disappeared in an instant.

Yun He shook weakly for a while, and Zhao Yingyan didn't know when he had flashed to Yun He's side, hugged him, and stabilized his pace.

"Master, sorry to frighten you. The coldness of Zhao Yingyan's cheeks was no longer there, his voice became extremely gentle, and he sincerely apologized to Yunhe, the cold blade in his hand was still dripping with the fishy liquid that had not yet dissipated.

Looking at Zhao Yingyan, who dyed his hands red, Yunhe didn't know what it was like.

This never-ending battle, I don't know when it will end.

"It's me who should apologize......" Yunhe smiled bitterly sadly, choked in his throat, unable to speak.

It wasn't that he was too guilty to speak, but the pungent fishy smell came to his face, and the fishy liquid he had finally swallowed suddenly rushed to his throat again, and this time he couldn't help but cough it all out.

Tsing Yi dyed red again.

"Master, are you hurt?" Zhao Yingyan was anxious, and hurriedly pressed his hand on the sea of qi of Yunhe, and crossed another spiritual power to him.

"I ...... It's okay. It doesn't matter if the injury is cured or not. Yunhe smiled miserably: "Let's keep walking!"

"Master, don't be willful. Zhao Yingyan was unwilling. He believes that the injury must be healed before leaving, otherwise it will get worse and worse.

Yunhe was about to persuade Zhao Yingyan not to waste any more spiritual power, when at this time, an eerie voice came from the void:

"Your master is not willful, but sees the reality clearly, knows that he will not survive, and that the result will be the same if he hurts a little more or less. It's you, Zhao Yingyan, that you're still deceiving yourself and daydreaming of a happy reunion. Do you think you can really win me with that broken sword in your hand?"

This is the voice of the Holy Emperor!

The terrifying voice shocked Zhao Yingyan for a while, and Yunhe, who was mentally damaged, was even more seriously affected, and he coughed out a mouthful of fishy liquid on the spot, his face became even paler, and his body, which had finally stabilized, shuddered involuntarily, like a dead leaf that was about to fall in the wind.

When he looked up at the void in despair, the Saint Emperor in black power suit and Li Wuyuan, who was dressed in evil purple, were already hanging condescendingly in the air.

The left palm of the Holy Emperor holds a miniature temple tower, which has nine floors and is exquisite.

It's not an antique or a toy.

This is the Ninefold Divine Temple, the Ninefold Divine Temple that Li Wuyuan has stripped out of Yunhe's soul!

Seeing that the treasure that once belonged to him was now in the hands of the Holy Emperor, Yunhe's soul was in pain again. The pain of the soul being torn apart and the treasure being stripped away will not be forgotten because of the passage of time, but is deeply engraved in the soul.

When we meet again, it's like sprinkling a handful of salt on a dripping wound.

"Xiaoyan, you go quickly, leave me alone......" Yunhe looked at Zhao Yingyan anxiously and pleaded sadly.

Lost his natal treasure, his realm was low, and he was injured and couldn't escape at all, and he didn't have the strength to fight in the face of the king of the realm.

However, if he was alone, there was still a chance to escape.

He is the king god of the sixfold realm, and he has a holy weapon in his hand, so he should have the ability to protect himself in front of the Holy Emperor.