"Young master-" Yan Siming turned his head and saw that his young master didn't even open a protective shield, and he wanted to die, so he hurriedly turned around, but saw the young master's expression of killing him.

Yan Siming looked back at Xiyin, how could a mortal stand such a powerful force, he had already fainted, if it weren't for his life-saving magic weapon, there would have been no scum left.

"Xiyin-" When Lu Jiwu came back to his senses, he felt trapped in a quagmire and couldn't move, but he was closest to Chu Xiyin, and he saw that the magic weapon could no longer support it.

"Suwu, take off your shell—" Lu Jiwu shouted loudly.

Su Wu was woken up by the pain, and just about to scold, he found that his whole body was wrapped in his own molt, which was his own subconscious reaction at the critical moment, only to see Lu Ji roaring worriedly, but he couldn't hear anything.

What's going on? What's going on?

I only felt that death had arrived.

"Shein." A mouthful of blood spurted out, Le Zheng finally moved to Xiyin's side with difficulty, and grabbed Xiyin's hand tightly, Yan Siming supported the protection of the three of them with his own strength, and it was already broken, and it could explode at any time.

"Yan Siming-" Le Zheng turned his head slightly and looked at Yan Siming very seriously.

Yan Siming felt that this was the first time that the young master looked at him squarely, and before he had time to be moved, he understood what the young master was doing.

Yan Siming shook his head frantically, young master, no, you can't, the fairy gate needs you, Miss Chu also needs you, you can't summon Shunshui to fight with this trap, you will be trapped inside.

Le Zhengyouwei's expression was firm, he didn't want Xiyin to die, he worked hard to save Xiyin.

He's going to ......

No......

At this moment, a black light landed from the sky, followed by a huge sound that shook the entire Lingshan Mountain.

"Bang-"

"Bang-" A mountain flew out.

The white figure of the Immortal Sect disciple flew in all directions.

Le Zheng looked at the unconscious woman in his arms quietly, and the powerful anti-devouring force that was tearing him apart was constantly eroded around his body as if it didn't exist, and his eyes were full of only Xiyin alone.

Yan Siming was desperate, wanting to stop him, but he couldn't even open his mouth at the moment.

Why, by why?

knew that this happiness was a bomb, why did he go to the Lost Mountain and Imperial Pond in the first place, and worked as a cow and a horse for decades, but in the end it was empty, empty.

He could almost foresee that without Le Zheng by Weidu Le Zheng Xianmen, he could almost instantly disintegrate and return to a chaotic situation.

Yan Siming was desperate, these hundreds of years of hard work were in vain in an instant.

Yan Siming closed his eyes, and hurriedly wanted to let out the last cry of despair, admitting his defeat, the greater the backlash, the more it showed Le Zheng's ability.

It's just that this ability is not something he can control, but he can guide.

Hell, he thought that he could use Le Zheng Youwei, the master, and the immortal gate to fight the dead seniors......

Yan Siming suddenly listened and opened his eyes slightly.

What is that?

As far as the eye could see, the black figure rushed over like an arrow, wasn't that a smooth water, not a smooth water?

Just when Yan Siming didn't have time to rejoice, he only heard a deafening sound, which almost wiped out the entire world.

The next moment, the huge anti-devouring force seemed to appear as a whirlpool at the bottom of the deep sea, and it quickly headed towards the black shadow.

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

"Bang-"

Feng Yunrao is magic weapon was collected, and this huge anti-devouring force still shook him out.

Everyone fell from the sky to the ground in an instant, on the mountain.

"Young Master—"

"Young Master—"

Yan Siming didn't care about what was going on, and he was relieved until he saw Le Zhengwei intact.

The play still went on, and this time, Yan Siming acted very sincerely.

"Miss Chu, Miss Chu-" Yan Siming immediately checked Chu Xiyin's injury, his magic weapon could not be broken again, fortunately, under the protection of the young master, although Miss Chu was in a coma and her breath was weak, she had this breath.

"Young master, don't worry, don't move-" Yan Siming immediately stopped Le Zhengwei, who was anxious to check, and glanced at the young master, the young master is obviously more injured than Miss Chu, don't you feel it?

"Miss Chu is fine-" Yan Siming didn't dare to delay and said immediately, and at the same time stuffed Chu Xiyin into the arms of his young master.

No one robbed you, it's just a crazy person, who dares to rob you.

The young man's heart fell to the ground, and for the first time, he showed a positive and peaceful look towards Yan Siming.

"Elder Yansi, I've worked hard for you—"

Yan Siming was stunned for a moment, what happened today was too sudden, he experienced the life and death of Lezheng Xianmen, experienced the young master finally looked at him once, and now, he experienced the young master talking to him so gently, for the first time, Yan Siming felt that his eyes were inexplicably red, and the corners of his eyes were sour.

What kind of sourness, Yan Siming, you are so unproductive, you have been a cow and a horse for so many years, shouldn't you have such treatment?

"Young master, this is what I should do." Yan Siming didn't dare to hold it up, this elder, Yan Siming was almost certain that he would be in the permanent second position in the Xianmen, as long as Le Zheng Youwei was there, as long as Le Zheng Youwei was so strong and terrifying, he would sit firmly in this second position.

"Fortune Immortal—"

"Fortune Immortal—" Zelu Shangxian, who had reacted later, shouted anxiously all over the mountain.

He was shallow, not sure, just now the lucky immortal servant was sent out?

Who? With such a large amount of mana, can you send the Lucky Immortal Servant flying?

Yan Siming immediately stood up solemnly, Feng Yun Immortal Waiter?

An almost impossible guess rushed to Yan Siming's heart, the black shadow just now was the Lucky Immortal?

What the hell? When pigs fly.

"Lucky Immortal, you, how are you?" Then I heard Zelu Shangxian's exaggerated voice that gave people goosebumps.

"I'm fine—" Feng Yun glanced at the past, you have the highest voice, for fear that others will not know that he is injured?

"Every luck immortal, it's all the little immortals who are confused, and the little immortals are dull, so they can't help-" Zelu Shangxian was a hundred remorseful, and the first reaction at this time was that this damn red phosphorus stole the magic weapon from somewhere, and it caused such a big disaster.

Luck will take a look at the past again, and wait for you to help send him to death?

This magic weapon was found by him, although he deliberately concealed his breath, but in the end, after passing through his hands, he didn't make a move, and everyone else was cannon fodder.

Feng Yun's eyes uncomfortably searched for the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, he watched Yan Siming come in his direction as if he was not injured at all. What a hell of a thing.

"Fengyun Immortal, Fengyun Immortal, is it really you? Did you save us? Yan Siming's touched expression was simply better than seeing his own mother, and his expression was more excited than Zelu Shangxian to give people goosebumps.

The Xianmen disciples who came with him knelt down with a drop.

"Thank you for saving your life—"

Feng Yun squirted a mouthful of old blood in his stomach, and was almost out of breath by Yan Siming's loud noise.

"Ben, this seat is on the order of the Immortal Venerable, and I accompanied Zelu Shangxian on this trip, it turned out that this red phosphorus was at fault first."