Yi Yan pursed his lips at her eyes, showed a disgusted expression, and turned his head as if leaving.

He took two steps, but the little fox's cry suddenly stopped, Yi Yan subconsciously turned his head to look, and found that the little fox had closed his eyes and was lying on the ground, his head was weakly resting on the ground, and he seemed to have completely lost his life.

"Alas, who told you to save me."

Yi Yan looked at it expressionlessly for more than ten seconds, and finally walked towards it with a helpless sigh.

When she picked up the little fox, she was already dying, and her breath was not as much as she was in.

Yi Yan shook his head, bit his index finger and squeezed out a drop of blood and dripped it into the little fox's mouth.

The blood separated from the body, and Yi Yan's face instantly turned pale, like a dying person in a serious illness.

"Lao Tzu's essence and blood are not available to everyone, and it can be regarded as compensation for the film you gave me, and I will not owe each other anything in the future."

After saying that, Yi Yan put the little fox back into the grass, picked a bunch of branches to cover her, and then turned around and ran towards the bottom of the mountain.

He was very reluctant to give that drop of essence blood, since he gave it to Lu Li last time, he had a pitiful amount of essence blood in his body, and he finally raised a little bit of unexpected, but now he gave it out again.

"Alas, love is overflowing like this, it seems that you will have to be hard-hearted in the future."

sighed helplessly, and was extremely moved by his kindness in his heart.

The sun is scorching overhead, and without a mobile phone, Yiyan can guess that it should be around twelve o'clock at noon, the time of the day when the yang energy is the fullest, and it is also the time when the ghosts are most afraid.

Yi Yan ran all the way with confidence and boldness, but when he was less than 100 meters away from the foot of the mountain, he saw a group of people walking towards the mountain.

"Is it a monk?"

Yi Yan stopped under an old tree, his eyes wide and carefully looking at the slowly approaching crowd.

After less than a second of condensation, Yi Yan immediately saw three familiar figures in the crowd.

Zhang Haoran, He Lie Duwa, and Yi Yancheng promised to give her eternal life.

"My stupid believer, let you live a few more days." Killing Heleduwa was his second purpose, but now that he was in the wrong environment, he was too busy to take care of himself, and it was impossible for him to be stupid enough to kill Heleduwa, who was protected by the monks.

But just as he was about to change directions and leave, he suddenly stopped while walking, and after saying a few words to the person next to him, he suddenly pointed to Yiyan's location.

Seeing this, Yi Yan immediately realized that his position had been revealed, and was surprised why He Leduwa could find himself at the same time and turned around and ran towards his back.

The monk moved the moment He Le Duwa pointed to this side, and one by one the spiritual energy in his body poured into his legs, and he quickly chased after Yi Yan on his toes.

Yi Yan didn't bother to look back, and his feet quickly ran towards the slope on the back of the mountain with the help of aura.

The road down the mountain is steep, and Yi Yan almost jumps one step at a time, and each jump is a distance of three or four meters.

"Mountain patrol sword, a sword for a thousand miles!"

A cold drink came from behind, followed by a powerful aura that pushed his back.

Yi Yan didn't have time to look back, and kicked his feet in the air on the trunk of the tree next to him, and threw himself to the right with his strength.

Bang~

The roar rang out from behind him, deafening, like thunder striking a tree.

In the midst of the flying wood chips, Yiyan turned his head to see that the trunk of the tree he had just kicked had broken and disappeared, and there was only a stump of less than half a meter left except for the sawdust in the sky.

"Water Cold Sword, Ten Thousand Feet Cold Mang!"

This was a cold female voice, and the moment Yi Yan heard this sound, he flew to the right again, but the moment he landed, countless ice picks broke through the air, and they landed exactly the same place as him.

"It's really TM who will predict!"

Yi Yan scolded secretly, and rolled down the mountain one by one.

"Whoosh~"

The sound of the ice pick falling kept remembering, Yi Yan prayed in his heart, but at the last second, he felt a pain in his buttocks, and then a cold feeling accompanied by pain hit wildly.

Yi Yan rolled over and stood up, and when he reached out to touch his buttocks, he found that there was nothing but a bloody wound, and the ice pick seemed to have melted and disappeared.

"Adversary, where to escape!"

The cold drink fell with the afterimage, and a man and a woman in their forties appeared in front of Yi Yan.

Both of them were wearing robes, one gray and one blue. The man looks upright, but Yi Yan sees a lot of evil desires and coldness in his shuangyu. The woman's temperament is not bad, there is no evil desire and coldness in her sharp eyes, and there is a trace of ruthlessness and murderous intent.

The most important thing is that Yi Yan can see that their strength is far above him, and the two moves just now are not something he can fight against now.

But even if he can't win the fight now, Yi Yan glanced at the man who called him the devil with disdain, and said coldly: "The devil? What did I do? ”

You can't win, but you won't be intimidated.

On Earth, Yi Yan will not be afraid of anyone, because he will not die, and the worst thing is to be resurrected in a few hundred years.

It's just that he is reluctant to die now, because Lin Shiyu can't wait for the day of his resurrection.

When the man heard this, he flicked the long sword, pointed directly at Yiyan's eyebrows, and said righteously: "Ancient evil gods, everyone who is righteous will be punished!" ”

When the words fell, he no longer gave Yi Yan a chance to speak, the aura of the long sword in his hand suddenly rose, and an earth-colored light pierced Yi Yan's eyebrows.

"Righteousness, funny!" Yi Yan disdained ridicule, and the aura in the pupil of his right eye suddenly appeared, and a black tongue of fire flew out of thin air, directly meeting the man's earth-colored sword qi.

Puff~

The earth-colored aura was instantly ignited by the black flame, and it went away along the way it came.

The man withdrew his sword and retreated, and the woman in blue swung his sword and slashed when she saw this, and the sword qi came with the blue aura breaking through the air.

The sword qi was cold, and Yi Yan, who felt the chill, immediately took three steps back, dodged the attack range of the sword qi, and then controlled the black flame and rushed straight towards the woman.

"Leng Daoyou be careful, this black fire can burn aura!"

The man was on the side to remind, but there was no thought of helping in his hands.

Yi Yan saw everything in his eyes, and when the woman retracted her aura and retreated, she turned the black flame into a black net and walked towards the two of them overwhelmingly.

The first reaction of the two was to retreat, Yi Yan waited for them to retreat a few meters before turning around and running, and retreated strategically and went straight down the mountain.

This is not cowardice, it is a strategic retreat.

"The Adversary is gone!"

Another cold drink came, and after hearing that it was not the voice of the man in gray, Yiyan subconsciously glanced back.

Dozens of monks chased after them, men and women wearing ancient costumes and long skirts and long robes, looking like a group performance in a film and television base.

Yi Yan took a closer look and found that Helie Duwa and Amo did not chase after him, but still stood in place and looked at him. The eyes of the old man were full of evil, but Amo's eyes were full of worry and pain.

Yi Yan didn't know if she was worried about herself, and even he didn't want to pay attention to it, because he had promised to give her eternal life.

As for the pain, Yi Yan directly regarded it as not seeing.

The world longs for eternal life, but it does not know what it means to have eternal life in the hands of the dark gods.

"Freeze!"

The voice of the woman in blue appeared, and then Yi Yan suddenly felt the temperature of the blood in his body drop rapidly and rapidly, and an irresistible cold came out from the inside, spreading rapidly from his butt to the rest of his body.

"The icicle just now!"

Yi Yan secretly screamed in his heart, but he didn't expect that the ice pick that had pierced his ass before and disappeared would still have this effect.

The blood in his body cooled down, and the movements of his limbs slowed down rapidly, and Yi Yan immediately activated the fire aura in his body to fight against the cold qi that spread rapidly in his body.

But when it was fatal, the strength of the woman in blue was far above him, and after his flame aura met the ice aura, it was like a cheetah meeting a lion, and he could only retreat slowly and could not fight back to win.

Fire and water are incompatible, but at the moment they coexist as one. The feeling of resisting with one cold and one hot made Yi Yan really experience what it was like to have two heavens, and he couldn't wait to turn around and cut the woman in blue with a thousand knives.

"Evil God, you can't escape today, and you won't be caught yet!"

The gray-clothed man's voice approached quickly, and by the time Yi Yan reacted, he had already flown to the front, holding a long sword to block the way.

"." Yi Yan scolded secretly in his heart, the other party's strength is too strong, the speed seems to be far above him, and the strength realm is afraid that it has also reached the realm of transforming gods, it seems that he really can't escape, and he can't win the fight.

"Father, he is Yi Yan, and he killed the disciple who went to save Bibu Yoori in the door."

Zhang Haoran walked out of the crowd, looking at Yiyan with a smug look on his face.

Zhang Haoran's father, Zhang Zesheng, heard that the sneer in his eyes was even stronger, but he pretended to be righteous and awe-inspiring on his face and said: "It turns out that you are still Yiyan, very good, killing you today can be regarded as avenging your disciples and eliminating harm for the world!" ”

As the words fell, the earth-colored aura quickly climbed onto the sword body, and the sword qi flew out with a flick of his arm, targeting Yi Yan's legs that were being attacked by the cold ice aura.

Yi Yan stepped forward to dodge, but his legs were extremely heavy under the influence of the cold aura, and even a thin layer of frost had formed on his skin.

"Huh~"

The sword qi arrived in a blink of an eye, and Yi Yan, who had only taken a step after his efforts, rubbed the sword qi with his right leg, and was cut out of a finger-long bloody wound.

"!"

Yi Yan's violent scolding, what he was angry about was not the pain, but the powerlessness of being beaten but not being able to fight back, and the already worse temper became more and more manic in the sense of powerlessness and grievance.

"Dog, if you don't completely kill Lao Tzu, dig your grave in the future, please urinate!"

scolded in his mouth, and the black flame in the constriction of his pupils appeared out of thin air, turning into a huge net and rolling towards Zhang Zesheng.

"Leng Daoyou!"

Zhang Zesheng, who knew that Hei Yan could burn aura, did not dare to attack Hei Yan, and shouted at Leng Qiongzhi, the woman in blue next to him, in a quick dodge.

"Ice Fall!"

Leng Qiongzhi recited the name of the exercise, and Yi Yan suddenly felt that the cold qi in his body was a little stronger, and even his feet suddenly formed a layer of frost.

"Water Cold Sword, Break the Ice!"

Seeing the frost appearing, Leng Qiongzhi thought that Yi Yan's feet had frozen, and the aura under his feet flashed along with the aura of the long sword, and the whole person suddenly turned into a blue cold light and rushed towards Yi Yan.