Yunling Temple

Wuchen stood outside the enchantment, watching Mo Qingchen continue to attack in the formation, his face was serious and nervous, and his brows were furrowed tightly.

"Linshu."

Wuchen tilted his head slightly, and his tone was uneasy, "Is it really okay for the master to be like this?" ”

"It's a hallucination."

Lin Shu raised his eyes and said calmly: "Miss ordered, don't disturb rashly, otherwise the consequences will be very serious." ”

"Miss Seven"

Wuchen paused, hesitated for a moment, and finally said uneasily: "Miss Seven is alone, is it okay?" ”

"Will there be any danger?"

"Shut up."

Lin Shu snorted coldly, glanced at Wuchen coldly, and his face was full of displeasure: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

Wuchen: ""

When he didn't say anything.

In this formation, the master didn't know who he was attacking, his face was extremely cold, with monstrous anger, which made him tremble.

I don't know what kind of illusion makes the master so angry,

However, it's been a long time, and Miss Seven is going alone, is there really no problem?

This Lin Shu is obviously a master who is deeply hidden, why not let him go?

Could it be that Miss Seven is more powerful than Lin Shu?

Thinking like this, bursts of Qingyue birdsong sounded in my ears, and the blazing temperature came.

"Miss!"

Lin Shu exclaimed, his figure flashed, and he quickly came to the side of the flame bird and supported Su Yunran's shaking body.

The heavy smell of blood filled the air, Lin Shu's heart trembled violently, and his hands trembled slightly.

Such a frail young lady

The whole body was scarred, and some of them were actually flesh and skin, and the flesh and blood were blurred, extremely hideous, and extremely cold.

Lin Shu's brows furrowed fiercely, his eyes trembled, flashing with a thin light.

It's been years since I've seen such a seriously injured lady.

In Lin Shu's eyes, her own lady has always been calm and calm, everything is under control, even if she is facing a desperate situation, she can swing her sword in a chic manner, and her elegance is unparalleled.

Now such a dying young lady has not been seen for a long time.

What did the young lady encounter when she went?

"Miss Seven?"

Seeing this, Wuchen also quickly came to the side of the flame, his brows furrowed, full of anxiety and uneasiness.

"Be quiet."

Qingqiong opened her mouth unhappily, and the hands that were attached to Su Yunran's back moved to her shoulders, gently helping her up, and the spiritual power continued to input, gurgling and gentle.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

Su Yunran casually waved his fleshy palm, looked at Mo Qingchen, who was trapped in an illusion and couldn't get out in the formation, his thin eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he turned his head to Lin Shu and asked, "Qingchen has fallen into an illusion?" ”

"Yes."

Lin Shu nodded and replied respectfully: "It seems that he is fighting against people, and he has never stopped." ”

"That's right."

Su Yunran groaned a little and said softly: "Qingqiong, enter the illusion realm." ”

Qing Qiong replied "Okay" and then took Su Yunran to the front of the enchantment, and his body shook for a while, and he entered the center of the formation without hindrance.

Mo Qingchen's sword light was fierce, and he waved mercilessly at the man in the black robe, his eyes were sharp, implying great anger, with a substantial murderous aura.

The man in the black robe was brisk, and he seemed to take all of Mo Qingchen's attacks very casually, and his hair was not messy at all.

"Qingchen."

"Give it up."

The man chuckled, his voice rising a little, with a hint of mockery and disdain, "You'll never win me." ”

"Impossible."

Mo Qingchen snorted coldly, the cold tip of the sword opened the stagnant air, and the spiritual power was swirling, the light was magnificent, and with a heavy coercion, he roared towards the man.

"Obsessed."

The man calmly flicked his sleeves, and the strong spiritual power enveloped Mo Qingchen's whole person, and there was a sharp murderous aura surging secretly.

Mo Qingchen raised his hand, but his waist was hugged violently, and a low voice came.

"Qingchen."

"Ah Ran?"

Mo Qingchen was shocked, his voice trembled slightly, and his backhand wrapped around Su Yunran's body.

"It's me."

Su Yunran struggled to support his already overdrawn body, raised his hand and gently pressed Mo Qingchen's hand holding the long sword, and said softly: "Qingchen, these are all illusions. ”

"I'm here."

As he spoke, Su Yunran's hands around Mo Qingchen's waist slowly tightened, "Let's get out of here." ”

"Illusion?"

Mo Qingchen was slightly stunned, raised his eyes to look at the man in the dark robe not far away, and saw that he showed a meaningful smile to himself, and his robe was fierce.

Thinking that Fang had just seen everything in that palace, Mo Qingchen was suddenly shocked, and his hand holding Su Yunran's body tightened.

But it was blood that touched his hands.

"Ah Ran"

Mo Qingchen raised his palm in disbelief, looking at the dazzling bloodstains, an irrepressible throbbing pain in his heart, and a feeling of dizziness swept through his body.

The man's chuckle came, Mo Qingchen raised his head suddenly, only to see the man in the dark robe slowly turn around, gently flick his sleeves, and everything around him slowly distorted and faded, gradually dissipating.

Only the cold body in his arms remained.

The long sword in Mo Qingchen's hand fell to the ground suddenly, and he lowered his head, looking at Su Yunran, who was covered in blood and had hideous wounds, his whole face lost its blood, and there was a little gray color in the miserable whiteness.

Yes, those are illusions.

Only Ah Ran, who is dying in his arms, is real.

"Qingchen."

Su Yunran stretched out his head from Mo Qingchen's arms, raised his hand with great effort, and his blood-stained fingertips lightly tapped at the center of his eyebrows, glowing with a little spiritual power, flickering slightly.

"Ah Ran"

Before he could react, Mo Qingchen's consciousness was blurred for a while, and he slowly fell.

Su Yunran stretched out his hand, caught Mo Qingchen's body, and leaned it on his lap, his face serious.

"Linshu."

"Guard the door."

With the help of Qing Qiong, Su Yunran put Mo Qingchen's body on the ground steadily, inevitably pulled the wound on his body, gasped, and his complexion changed slightly.

"Yes."

Lin Shu bowed his head respectfully, holding the long sword, the spiritual power spread, the enchantment was generated, and it was solid and stable.

"Turnip."

Su Yunran's clear voice came, calm and serious.

"Miss Seven."

Wuchen came to Mo Qingchen's side, bowed his head respectfully, and looked like he was waiting for an order.

"Help Qingchen up."

Wuchen answered "yes", then raised his hand and gently helped Mo Qingchen to sit up, his face full of nervousness.

Su Yunran laboriously sat on the ground, raised his hand, and dark green Sangdong grass appeared in the palm of his hand, exuding a faint halo.

Qing Qiong watched quietly, without words, only gently placed his hands on Su Yunran's thin back, and the gentle spiritual power flowed in, with obvious warmth.

Su Yunran tilted his head slightly, a shallow smile bloomed on his delicate face, and he said softly, "Thank you." ”

Qingqiong snorted softly, turned his head uncomfortably, and said lightly: "I just repay your kindness." ”

"I'm not helping you."

Su Yunran chuckled lightly, didn't say much, and returned his gaze to Mo Qingchen, his gaze softened, and his frowning brows slowly loosened.

Slowly breathing for a moment, Su Yunran frowned slightly, her eyes were sharp, she raised her hand, and during the operation of her spiritual power, Sang Dongcao floated quietly in front of Mo Qingchen.