"Brother Lan'er......" Looking at the familiar back, Ziyi groaned softly with tears.

Standing in front of Ziyi was Yan Lan, whose spiritual roots had been destroyed and had no cultivation.

"Unless you step on me, you'd better dispel the thought of killing them all, or I'll let you die on the spot like the captain in black, and you'll regret and suffer from what you've done. ”

Yan Lan looked coldly at Yiding Xuanzun approaching step by step, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, looking extremely confident, and with the rather threatening words, he finally made Yiding Xuanzun's footsteps stagnate.

Yiding Xuanzun frowned, and said secretly: "Is this kid really harboring a treasure, what kind of power does he have, and where is it hidden?" Hmph, he has been stopped by Qingxuan's old way and has not been able to detect it, otherwise, how can this kid be so arrogant." ”

Yiding Xuanzun's eyes tightened, and he looked at Yan Lan carefully again, and found that he really did not have any spiritual power on his body, and he was simply a mortal. The girl behind her was shallow in cultivation and had been in a state of confusion.

However, the tragic scene of the black-clothed captain who attacked Yan Lan and the others with all his strength and was killed on the spot was what he saw with his own eyes, and it was an undoubted fact. Yiding Xuanzun really couldn't think of it, if it weren't for the treasure, how could that incredible thing happen?

Thinking that there must be a strange treasure on Yan Lan's body, the corners of Yiding Xuanzun's mouth twitched a few times, his cold expression eased, and he said solemnly: "Boy, I will give you a way to live, as long as you hand over the magic weapon on your body, and let Qing Xuan's old way hand over the jade slip that contains the secrets of my sect, I will let the three of you live." ”

Of course, it is impossible for Yiding Xuanzun to leave Qing Xuan alive, but Qing Xuan was seriously injured, burned the Yuan Spirit, and forcibly imposed a ban, and there was not much life, and it was a dead end without his action. Because of greed and scruples about the strange treasure on Yan Lan's body, he didn't say no words, so that Yan Lan could accept it more easily.

"Strange treasure?" Yan Lan frowned, his eyes rolled a few times, and then he was relieved, the corners of his mouth raised, and he said, "It's not difficult for you to ask for the strange treasure on my body, as long as you rescue my Uncle Qingxuan and send him to Guiwu Post City, which is a hundred miles away from the east, I will naturally present the strange treasure with both hands." ”

Yiding Xuanzun's eyes were cold, and the killing intent rose again.

Killing Qing Xuan and taking down the jade slip that recorded some secrets of the sect was the task assigned by the sect. He seeks strange treasures, but he is selfish. Within the sect, and even in the whole world, the strong are respected. His cultivation is not low, but when it is put into the entire sect, and even the whole world, it is not worth mentioning. Being strong, or even more powerful, is the pursuit of every cultivator, otherwise what's the point of cultivating?

If he wanted to use the treatment of Qingxuan in exchange for a strange treasure, it was undoubtedly against the orders of the sect, even if he had nine thousand galls, he would not dare to do such a thing.

Yiding Xuanzun's gaze wandered away for a moment, and he snorted coldly: "What if I don't do what you want?"

Yan Lan frowned, his eyes flashed sharply, and he responded not to be outdone: "Then you can choose to step over me...... However, you have to consider the consequences of doing so, whether it will be in ruin or disillusionment, I can't say. ”

"Hmph!" Yiding Xuanzun snorted coldly, "If you don't eat and drink for toasting, then I will fulfill you." ”

Yiding Xuanzun raised his scimitar, and several zhang blades suddenly burst out. It's just that his body trembled slightly, and it was obvious that he was not shallow in the explosion.

"Die!"

With a cold drink, a huge sword gang of Ding Xuanzun slashed down, and the huge sword gang rubbed against the hiss of the air, like a cry of death, piercing the depths of Yan Lan's soul.

Yan Lan's eyes showed a resolute look, his fists were clenched, his chest was straightened, he did not retreat but advanced, and at the same time, he used his flesh and blood to meet the huge sword.

"Ah!" Ziyi's eyes were bright, and she screamed sadly, lowering her head and closing her eyes, unable to bear to look at this tragic scene.

"Yan Lan can't ......" Qing Xuan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly burst with golden light again, and shouted loudly.

Ziyi, who had her eyes closed, only felt that her body was clamped up again, and she flew up quickly.

Yan Lan, who was facing the sword and looking at death as home, suddenly felt a withered old hand emerge from his back, and the vigorous power tightly clamped his waist, suddenly moved away, and swept towards the east of the sky.

"Boom!"

The momentum of the knife was unstoppable, and the flat earth instantly appeared dozens of zhang long straight knife marks, and at the same time, the dust burst out to both sides of the knife marks, and the great earthquake trembled, and the roaring sound spread several miles away.

"Damn!" Looking at Qing Xuan in the distance, Yi Ding Xuanzun shouted angrily. Then his body shook in place, "poof", and spit out a large mouthful of black blood.

Yiding Xuanzun covered his chest and thought to himself: "I didn't expect that this Qingxuan old horseman's cultivation has been greatly reduced, burning the Yuan Spirit, struggling to the death, and he can still release such great power, I underestimate him." But he is also destined to live for long, and I am half of the task. ”

He didn't want to be like Qing Xuan, burning the Yuan Spirit and chasing after the past. The direction in which Qing Xuan went was obviously Guiwu Post City. It is a super city where cultivators gather, and there is an iron law that it is never allowed to fight in the city.

This applies not only to the city of Guiwuyi, but also to almost all the great cities where practitioners gather, and they all follow this iron law.

Therefore, even if you can catch up, you can't capture it 100 percent. What's more, burning the primordial spirit to obtain energy is a life-saving technique that has to be performed when you have no choice but to do so. Once it is used, the light cultivation will be a great retreat, and the heavy will be scattered, and very few cultivators are so desperate.

After coughing a few more times and spurting out two streaks of black blood, Yiding Xuanzun saw that there was no one around, and his remaining five subordinates were rushing one after another, and with a low snort, he put away his scimitar and sat down in place to breathe.

A golden ray, at high speed, crossed the night sky full of stars, and sped away towards the Oriental Rapid Light Movie.

Qing Xuan's whole body flashed with gold, and his expression was quite calm. During the flight, he held his breath, gritted his teeth, and went straight to Guiwu Post City without saying a word.

Yan Lan was hugged by Qing Xuan, feeling the cold wind in the night sky, looking at Qing Xuan with a resolute face, her heart was full of grief.

The man in front of him, who had only known each other for a day, saved his life several times. At the end of his life, he blindly protected him, and even when he was dying, in order to keep him and Ziyi from being harmed, he released the last potential of his life.

Yan Lan silently looked at Qing Xuan's increasingly depleted face, and said sadly in his heart: "Uncle Qing Xuan is burning the essence of life and forcibly sending us to Guiwu Yi City. Once stopped, as soon as the qi is loosened, life can only be left to see creation. If God has eyes, please leave Uncle Qingxuan a chance to live. Even if there are thousands of difficulties and dangers, even if there are thousands of cuts, I will do everything I can to prevent him from disappearing from this world. ”

Yan Lan hasn't received much care since he was a child, but once someone treats him well, he will be moved, and he will definitely repay him a hundredfold and a thousandfold.

The light of Qing Xuan's eyes gradually dimmed, but he still looked solemn and clenched his teeth. This is a persistent belief in protecting those around you, a deep love for your juniors, and a cultivator's belief in the path you hold.

What else in the world can move people's hearts more than love, life, faith, and perseverance?

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

Two lines of hot tears flowed out of Yan Lan's eyes, and the cold wind in front of him, like a knife scraping bones, blew several drops of male tears in the wind.

Ziyi looked at Qingxuan with tears in her eyes, although she didn't understand what it meant to burn the Yuan Spirit, but she clearly felt that Qingxuan's vitality was passing away bit by bit.

Thinking of all the happiness in the past, and remembering that she did not devote herself to cultivating the exercises taught by Qing Xuan, Ziyi was full of remorse, and her weak heart was like a thousand knives.

"Daddy, without you, who will make me happy, who will teach me the tricks, who will protect me, who will feel sorry for me, how can I live alone in the world......" The little girl's weak heart, at this moment, how painful, how confused.

But heaven and earth, how can they have mercy?