In the face of Yan Qingzhu's fierce offensive, Anyang had no room to fight back at all.

"Ding! Bite! Bite! ”

The crisp sound of the sword easily picked off the white bound spirit she wanted to protect, but in an instant, several blood holes bloomed on her body, making her vision blurry.

"Elder, I don't want to ......" was forced to stagger back, An Yang knew that today was probably more auspicious, but she didn't want to die in vain.

"I'm not a member of the Demon Sect, I just want to cultivate immortals ......"

"This kind of nonsense, you go to hell, go to the big devil Ji Yanshu!" The sharp sword pierced her chest mercilessly, the cold blade brushing against the edge of her heart.

The pain was so painful that tears fell from her eyes, and the blade of the sword slashed horizontally, sweeping away the exploding pieces of blood from her chest.

Ji Yanshu, Ji Yanshu......

In the end, all this was brought to her by Ji Yanshu......

Endless despair engulfed all her emotions, and the rain fell on her pupils. Under the vast and dim sky, she was like a cold crane crossing the cold pond, falling into the boundless cliff under Lingxiao Mountain.

……………………

"Click!"

Razor-sharp lightning that slit an empty throat.

Ji Yanshu, who was drunk and dreaming of death, was awakened by this voice.

He opened his eyes dimly, and something seemed to be churning in his chest, as if he was trying to break free from the chest he was trying to calm down.

Staggered to his feet, his drunken body slamming him to the lattice. His fingers were pressed into the solid wooden frame, and the dizziness in his head felt like it was about to burst.

He looked up blankly, his pupils constricting as he saw the lightning exploding on the side......

The memory buried in the bottom of my heart was illuminated by lightning.

There is a piercing scream that penetrates the eardrum.

"Ahh

Under the severe pain in his body, he struggled to reach out and grabbed An Yang's slender arm.

He doesn't want to die, save him!

The hope of survival reached an unprecedented peak, and at this moment he clearly saw that the blood flowing out of his body poured into An Yang's body like crazy.

They wantonly plundered the aura that had not yet been transformed in the dantian, greedily condensing it into a blood-red luster.

Before forming the veins of the climate, he was sucked and shrunk, and under An Yang's frightened and panicked eyes, his pupils exuded a bloodthirsty hideousness.

Ji Yanshu trembled with fright, and most of the confusion in his brain was thrown out.

Anyang can't cultivate immortals! Only then did he suddenly react, why An Yang was born in a family of immortal cultivators, but he was a waste.

At the beginning, his life was not guaranteed, and he plundered all her strength, but after all, he still left some breath in her body.

Anyang is obsessed with playing the role of cultivating immortals, but he has no way to calm down, arrogantly and arrogantly engaging in destruction, all because of the residual demonic nature in his body!

Ji Yanshu was overwhelmed by this truth, forced himself to calm down, and came back to his senses in hindsight.

His demonic nature is the breath of the inheritance of the Demon Sect, and it is very perceptible to people. An Yang was born in a family of immortal cultivators, and in the ethereal immortal aura, the demonic nature gradually melted and obscured......

However, he instead encouraged An Yang to go to the Lingxiao Sect, if he really continued to cultivate the immortal method......

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Those stubborn decent people knew how to react with their toes.

He actually threw An Yang in such a dangerous place!