Yunhe is obviously just a god, his body was pierced by the holy weapon Heavenly Star Sword, and his soul was pierced by the power of the realm king god, and after being injured like this, it is impossible for him to be alive, okay?

But Yunhe didn't know where the strength and will came from, and a blood-drenched finger pointed at Li Wuyuan's brow, endlessly pouring the power of the purple lotus into Li Wuyuan's soul.

His eyes were like a pair of sparkling sapphires, hollowly reflecting the sun, moon and stars of the vast universe, just covered with a layer of sad tears, crystal tears like broken threads of pearls that never stopped falling, drop by drop into the fishy sea under his feet, tears and blood melted together, and Qian Xiaoshan was terrified.

The fox man was injured like this by Li Wuyuan, and he couldn't live happily, why didn't he come to save his master?

Qian Xiaoshan looked for Zhao Yingyan's figure in a panic.

At this moment, Qian Xiaoshan finally saw a lonely person lying not far behind Yunhe, it was Zhao Yingyan who she had been slandering!

At this moment, he seemed to be asleep, with a peaceful smile on the corner of his mouth.

For a long time, every time Qian Xiaoshan saw Zhao Yingyan, he was as cold as ice and expressionless. Usually he doesn't talk much, or he doesn't speak, and when he speaks, he has a poisonous tongue, which makes people hate it. As soon as he made a shot, it was splashed with fishy rain, accompanied by the sliding of the head. He was brave and resolute, ruthless in dealing with his enemies, and he was as affectionate as the sea and unswerving in his devotion to his master.

But Qian Xiaoshan had never seen him laugh before, and she didn't dare to imagine this picture.

Now his cheeks are no longer cold, and he smiles so warmly, so happily, so satisfied, like a sleeping sunny boy, dreaming peacefully.

Taking off the mask of indifference, Qian Xiaoshan suddenly realized that in fact, this protector mad demon was really good-looking.

With a handsome and uninhibited appearance, heroic sword eyebrows, and a tall and beautiful nose, for men, this face is impeccablely handsome. His sleeping smile was like a mesmerizing landscape.

But under this smile, why is his face paler than that of the fox man? After taking a closer look at Zhao Yingyan's appearance, Qian Xiaoshan only felt a chill down her spine......

There was a terrible hole in the front of the chest, and the heart was pierced, and the lower abdomen was blurred, and even the stomach was broken......

How can a person whose heart and intestines have been smashed alive?

He died, and died so horribly. But why is he still laughing?

It was as if at the moment of leaving, he was comforted, and he willingly slept forever with a smile.

To live or to die, for one person.

That is his master Yunhe......

Qian Xiaoshan couldn't think of anyone in this world besides Yunhe who could make the scarred protector mad demon pass away with such a smile.

Qian Xiaoshan looked at Li Wuyuan with a hideous face again.

The Heavenly Star Sword, which originally belonged to Zhao Yingyan, fell into Li Wuyuan's hands at this moment, and Li Wuyuan used this sword to pierce through the body of the Cloud River.

Is this guy doing it?

He killed the Protector Mad Demon, snatched his sword, and used this sword to take Yunhe's life?

I heard that Li Wuyuan and Zhao Yingyan were both born in the Danshen Sect.

One is his uncle, the other is his master, he actually succeeded, and he used such cruel and ruthless methods, it is really inhumane, and people are angry!

"Li Wuyuan, you big villain! Stop! That is your master! You can't do this to him!" Qian Xiaoshan couldn't stand it anymore, and scolded angrily.

On the way here, she was still complaining that the Lord Protector Demon was cold-mouthed and didn't understand people's hearts.

For some reason, she obviously hated the Lord Protector Demon very much, but seeing him die tragically, Qian Xiaoshan still felt so sad.

Thinking of the Purple Thunder God Ship and the mountains of treasures in the Purple Thunder God Ship, Qian Xiaoshan's mood has never been heavy.

This guy knew that he had no chance to live, so he entrusted the ship and his life's belongings to himself, right?

At this moment, all these things have become "relics".

Although Qian Xiaoshan said that she hated him, she felt that it was wrong for him to beat people first, and decided to get it back with interest, but after this matter is over, if he is willing to apologize to himself honestly, or he will be soft-hearted, he will return the things to him.

She wasn't so stingy as to take all the relics of a dead man.

"Liar! You guy stand up for me! I don't want to keep your things for you! Rescue your master, let's settle this account again!" Qian Xiaoshan was flustered and sad, so anxious that she was at a loss, and she began to scold, scolding and scolding, and she cried.

Li Wuyuan screamed in pain, he wanted to push the cloud river away, but the power of the purple lotus locked his soul and divine thoughts, and he couldn't escape.

In a hurry, he couldn't care about the task of picking purple lotus, and with a "snort", he endured the severe pain and tore off his divine thoughts, and then the right hand holding the sword shrank, and the "swish!" Heavenly Star Sword pulled out of Yunhe's body with blood and flesh.

The fishy liquid splashed wildly from the front and back of Yunhe, blooming into two poignant red mist in the air. At the same time as the sword was pulled away, Yunhe's life was also burned out, and all his strength seemed to be exhausted in an instant.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his hands hung limply, and his body fell backwards like a dead leaf.

With the ever-spreading fishy water under him, it was as if he was sleeping in a sea of brilliant bright red flowers.

The blue flames of his eyes had been extinguished, and his empty eyes were staring straight at the sky, and there was a tear in the corner of his eye, like dew in the morning flowers.

Tang Zixi watched him pounce on Li Wuyuan's sharp blade, watched his soul being torn apart, and watched him fall......

It seems that the tragedy of thousands of years ago has reappeared, and Yunmo died in front of him!

"Yunhe, don't ......" Tang Zixi cried loudly, stretched out his hand to hug him, but was blocked by a ruthless barrier, unable to grasp anything, and could only watch him through the void lying quietly in the sea paved with red beads.

The void was filled with purple aura emanating from the purple lotus, and through the thick barrier, Tang Zixi couldn't sense whether Yunhe's heart was still beating, let alone whether his soul was still fluctuating.

But the soul was broken, and it was pierced by the Heavenly Star Sword, and any kind of injury was fatal.

Tang Zixi saw that her heart was dripping blood, as if the sword stabbed her own heart, as if it was her own soul that was torn apart.

Yunhe, have you already left me? How can you not keep your promise and die at the hands of others casually?

You are so selfish, in order to save others, you left me. Don't you know that I can't live if you die?

Tang Zixi was grief-stricken!

For everyone on the Purple Thunder God Ship in this instant, it was as if time had frozen.

The mind goes blank, the world goes blank.

Yun He's soul was torn apart by Li Wuyuan twice, and the scattered soul fragments could no longer hide the purple lotus.

The purple lotus pattern on the surface of his forehead slowly faded and disappeared, and a crystal-like and crystal clear purple lotus gradually solidified in the void, floating in front of Yunhetou with a glitter.

The Holy Emperor stared intently at the purple lotus, and even that indifferent heart couldn't help beating violently.

After tossing for so long, did you finally finish the fox demon?

At this moment, the purple lotus has become an ownerless thing, so will it appear in front of everyone so unabashedly?

"Hahaha! I finally won!" the Holy Emperor laughed excitedly, and the tall and majestic figure descended gently from the void, standing a few feet away from the Yunhe, but he had suffered the loss of the Purple Lotus, and he didn't dare to approach the Purple Lotus suddenly, so he didn't dare to continue moving forward. He was going to observe for a while.

The best way to observe is to let people test the truth and the void.

"Wuyuan, you go and bring the purple lotus. "The Holy Emperor commanded.

However, Li Wuyuan, who had cut off his divine thoughts, did not return to normal.

Those painful memories did not disappear because he broke free from the shackles of the purple lotus, but intensified.

"Holy Emperor, I'm in pain! Please save me!" Li Wuyuan screamed repeatedly.

The memories that Yunhe had instilled in him gradually replaced his original memories and were engraved in his soul like a red-hot brand.

These new memories had not yet fully merged with the soul, and the fake memories were still making their final struggles, desperately rejecting the new memories, and Li Wuyuan's soul had not yet adapted to it before it became so uncomfortable.

At this moment, the black flow lines on Li Wuyuan's brows had faded a lot.

The Holy Emperor frowned, thinking: I didn't expect that Purple Lotus's Yu Wei was still making garlic, it seems that it is better to be careful.

The Holy Emperor watched coldly and remained silent.

Li Wuyuan was desperate, didn't the Holy Emperor trust himself the most? Couldn't the Holy Emperor be the most tolerant of himself? Didn't he save himself twice in the hands of Tang Zixi and Zhao Yingyan? Why didn't he save himself this time?

It's just that Li Wuyuan didn't wait for the Holy Emperor's response, and those sad memories struck again.

"Master, Master, Master......"

In his memory, Li Wuyuan saw that he circled around that person in an almost coquettish tone, poured tea and handed water, and waited for him to be courteous.

The man smiled and said, "Yuan'er, we are not master and apprentice now, don't call me master anymore." Otherwise, others will misunderstand!"

But he blinked his eyes and said mischievously: "Master, no matter what others think, I have already identified you, and if my grandfather does not agree now, it does not mean that he will not agree in the future." I'll definitely convince him. So, sooner or later, you're going to be my master! Let me call you that in private, okay? I promise you won't be blind outside. Master, just let me beg you......"

That person couldn't stand his flamboyant tongue, and even coaxed and deceived, and was called "Master" by himself, and he got used to it. Although the mouth has never recognized himself as a disciple, he no longer cares about himself, and only regards himself as a child.

I was punished, and I was still happy in my heart, thinking that the master-apprentice relationship had taken another step.

Then he made a quick decision and gave the man a white velvet shawl. Then, at this moment, he caught the man's expression that he was so moved that he almost burst into tears.

I realized that my lovely master was not always light-hearted. Beneath the wise and foolish appearance, he is actually a crybaby who is easily moved. A little bit nicer to him, and he will be moved to tears.