"Let's go, how do you go as a teacher?" Yan Mu'an's tone was a little helpless, and then he saw Yan Mu'an reach out and wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The Uncrowned King had already reacted, and then said angrily: "Don't grind and chirp, today, you can't leave!

Yan Mu'an didn't talk to the uncrowned king, but said to Fan Chuan by himself: "Fan Chuan, can you still move?

Fan Chuan said with doubts: "How to ......"

"Don't say it, open it quickly!" Yan Mu'an said eagerly: "When Lord Xianjun went to the southern alien planet, his return date had already been calculated, so when Lord Xianjun handed over the spirit stone to the old man, he explained that he wanted you to open it when he was in danger, but he couldn't tell you on weekdays, unless he ......"

Yan Mu'an then sighed and said, "Unless you face the catastrophe of life and death. ”

However, after hearing this, Fan Chuan couldn't help but smile bitterly, and he didn't know what to say for a while, and his heart was a little sour.

"Have you talked enough, this king is tired of hearing it!" The Uncrowned King suddenly shouted, and then suddenly dodged and attacked Yan Mu'an.

"Master, little ......"

Before Fan Chuan's words were finished, Yan Mu'an had already fought with the uncrowned king, and the battle between the two sides was fierce, but Yan Mu'an was soon at a disadvantage, and he was not the opponent of the uncrowned king at all, plus he had just blocked a heavy punch for Fan Chuan, which made Yan Mu'an very powerless at the moment.

However, Yan Mu'an still persisted, although he was already scarred.

Fan Chuan saw it in his eyes, hurt in his heart, and there was a anger burning in his body, but it was just burning, in vain, and his heart was like a knife.

"Bang!"

A loud bang came, and then Yan Mu'an was hit again, and his body flew upside down, smashing on the wall beside Fan Chuan, splashing layers of gravel and dust.

The blood had already stained the white robe on Yan Mu'an's body, and his beard was also knotted together under the dust, and the previous fairy wind bones instantly turned into nothing.

This is also the first time Fan Chuan has seen Yan Mu'an suffer from this setback.

"Master!"

Fan Chuan roared hard, but accidentally rolled out of the depression of the stone wall, and his hands just smashed on Yan Mu'an's legs and feet.

At this time, Yan Mu'an was half-lying on the stone wall, and he had lost the ability to fight again, no different from Fan Chuan, just like a fish on the anvil and let others slaughter it.

"Master, Master...... Don't ...... like this" Fan Chuan was even crying, one hand kept grabbing Yan Mu'an's feet, but Yan Mu'an did not respond to Fan Chuan in time.

After a while, the Uncrowned King seemed to be a little tired, and he saw that he kept roaring, as if to shock everyone, and of course, because Fan Chuan and Yan Mu'an were no longer able to fight back, causing their arrogance to continue.

"Master, why are you doing this? Master...... Ahem......"

Fan Chuan was in pain, and with the sound of violent coughing, blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth again, but Fan Chuan didn't care, just blindly pulled Yan Mu'an's legs and feet, trying to wake Yan Mu'an up.

Finally, under Fan Chuan's uninterrupted shouting, Yan Mu'an's body moved, and then slowly opened his eyes, but at this time, there was only too much haggard in his expression.

"Hit ...... Open the spirit stone!" Yan Mu'an said weakly.

Fan Chuan finally shed tears at this moment, which made Fan Chuan very frightened, Fan Chuan had said to himself, and he had made up his mind that he would not easily shed tears in the future, but at this moment, Fan Chuan saw Yan Mu'an's miserable appearance, and he couldn't help but shed tears.

Yan Mu'an is like an existence like Fan Bei for Fan Chuan, sometimes it is more intimate and important than Fan Bei, Fan Chuan clearly knows that when Fan Bei Immortal died, he was not so painful as he is now.

"Master, you ...... Don't do that!" Fan Chuan cried.

Yan Mu'an smiled bitterly, and then said loudly: "Fanchuan, don't ...... Don't say these words, hurry, hurry, open the spirit stone ......."

"Master, why are you so stupid...... Why did you come to the underworld with me?"

"Open the spirit stone!"

However, at this moment, a sudden burst of black smoke struck, and with unparalleled pressure, the gravel on the ground that shook the ground also jumped, and the space even appeared slightly distorted.

"Boy, you're quite tenacious, and you're an old immortal!" The uncrowned king flashed over, suddenly squatted down and stretched out his hand, slamming Yan Mu'an's throat, and then directly lifted Yan Mu'an, his feet off the ground.

"This king will deal with you first, the old immortal!" the uncrowned king roared, his eyes already red, and his eyes were blood-red.

"Uh-uh......" Yan Mu'an's feet were off the ground, his throat was clenched, he couldn't breathe, he was just struggling in pain, his feet were shaking.

Seeing this, Fan Chuan was stinging, the anger in his heart had already drowned everything, and his eyes turned blood-red, but unlike the uncrowned king, the uncrowned king was red-eyed, and Fan Chuan was stimulated by anger to the blood-red color.

"Let go of my master......!" Fan Chuan struggled to stand up, but found that the bones in his chest seemed to be broken, and he couldn't support him at all.

"Come at me, you crazy trash!"

Fan Chuan tried to stimulate the uncrowned king, wanting to attract anger, but the uncrowned king ignored Fan Chuan at all, and still stuck Yan Mu'an's throat tightly, and at this time, Yan Mu'an's face had already turned blue because he couldn't breathe.

"Uncrowned King, let go!" Fan Chuan's tone was close to hoarseness.

However, the uncrowned king still fell on deaf ears.

Fan Chuan couldn't cry anymore.

Under the torture, Yan Mu'an, who was restrained, tried hard to speak out, but his words were a little vague.

"Fanchuan...... Fast...... Open the ...... Spirit Stones!"

At this moment, Fan Chuan finally came to his senses and saw clearly that a weak plea was useless, not only could not save Shizun, but it was more likely to lead Shizun into a catastrophe.

In a hurry, Fan Chuan raised his trembling hand strongly, and slowly took out the spirit stone left by Fan Bei from his arms.

It's just that Fan Chuan is puzzled, this spirit stone has not been opened, why would the master let him open it again now? But despite the many doubts, there is no time to think about it now, so he can only follow what Yan Mu'an said and see what will happen after all.

However, due to the collapse of the immortal qi in his body, it was difficult for Fan Chuan to control the immortal qi to open the spirit stone for a while, but the situation could no longer allow Fan Chuan to worry too much.

I saw Fan Chuan clenching his teeth, trying to open the spirit stone from the immortal qi in his hand, but in just an instant, another mouthful of blood spit out from Fan Chuan's mouth.

Fan Chuan ignored it at all, still insisted, and finally, a faint golden light flashed in Fan Chuan's hand, although the immortal qi was very weak, but just opening the spirit stone was enough.

The spirit stone was slowly opened, and suddenly a dazzling golden light seemed to fall from the sky, piercing into the spirit stone.

Yan Mu'an, who was stuck in his throat, saw this scene, and immediately stopped struggling, but closed his eyes with relief.

It was also at this moment that the Uncrowned King seemed to notice something strange and tried to stop Fan Chuan, so he suddenly raised his other hand, clenched it into a thick fist, and emitted oozing black smoke, which suddenly hit Yan Mu'an's chest.

"Poof!"

I only heard a low sound coming, and then looked at Yan Mu'an's chest, black smoke and golden mangs were staggered in all directions, flashing dazzling threads, shocking everyone, and Mu An's chest, because of the uncrowned king's heavy punch, caused the chest to sink into the flesh, and the appearance looked extremely terrifying.

Yan Mu'an closed his eyes tightly, and there was no more reaction, and the blood at the corner of his mouth kept flowing outward, dripping downwards until it soaked the ground covered with dust and rubble.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the uncrowned king roar angrily, as if he was discarding a doll, and discarded Yan Mu'an on the ground at will.

However, at the same time, Fan Chuan on the side has changed.

I saw that the spirit stone began to undergo strange changes under the dazzling golden rays, first conjuring up various forms out of thin air, and then gushing out a large amount of immortal qi, thus immersing into Fan Chuan's body, as if it was absorbing, and it seemed to be combining.

The immortal qi wrapped Fan Chuan, causing Fan Chuan to sit cross-legged and sit in place unconsciously, and at the same time closed his eyes, as if he was going through an evolution, and the gravel in the four circles was whisked up by the immortal qi and hovered in mid-air, isolated from Fan Chuan's immortal qi circle.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

When everyone saw this, they were shocked, and they couldn't figure out the situation for a while, curious and puzzled.

The uncrowned king frowned even more, trying to touch Fan Chuan, but was vigorously pushed back by the circle of immortal qi, and unconsciously took a few steps back.

At this point, the uncrowned king did not dare to approach recklessly, but waited with a frown, as if waiting for an opportunity that did not know when it would come.

At this time, Fan Chuan, although he has no autonomous consciousness in his body, can clearly feel everything around him in his consciousness, even the surprised useless king not far away, as well as the sobbing Sakurabai, and even Yan Mu'an, who has no signs of life, Fan Chuan can clearly feel it, but his limbs are not under his control, and he can only quietly cross his knees in place.

But there is one thing that makes Fan Chuan still amazed, that is, there is a steady stream of immortal qi injected into his body in the spirit stone, so that his injuries are healing quickly, and there is a feeling of wanting to explode always lingering in his heart, which makes Fan Chuan a little confused.

"Could it be that the master said to open the spirit stone, that's it?"

Fan Chuan secretly muttered to himself, but he didn't know when the spirit stone would stop transmitting immortal qi, because Fan Chuan knew that if the immortal qi transported was more than the cultivation realm of the body, it would not only not work, but would lead to the backlash of the immortal qi, and thus go mad, and the end would be even worse.

So while thinking about this, Fan Chuan was a little worried.

But just when Fan Chuan's doubts continued, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, a figure that Fan Chuan was both familiar and unfamiliar with, it was his father, Fan Bei's figure......

............