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Until they came to a canyon, this bloody light suddenly smashed into the rock wall on the right side of the canyon, and the rock wall cracked in an instant, rolling stones shattered, and the rumbling sound continued.

Yan Feng's figure was leaning against the big hole in the rock wall, his blood-colored hair was cold under the moon, and his face was extremely painful, as if he was struggling, looking up to the sky and howling.

Out of the corner of the eye, blood-colored tears crossed his cheeks, dripping down...

"Sister..."

The voice was hoarse and muttered, as if he was extremely unfamiliar with the way of speaking.

In Yan Feng's eyes, there was a trace of sobriety in an instant, but the blood in his heart turned for a while, and then he was ruthlessly wiped out by the blood-colored killing intent!

Suddenly, screaming frantically, his body slammed towards the center of the canyon, and smashed his head directly to the ground, the canyon rocks in a radius of 100 feet, with a strong force centered on the severe wind, spread rapidly, and the entire canyon collapsed inch by inch.

Then he slammed into the ground head after head, like a madman.

The whole earth, as the wind hit the ground with its head, it was trembling, and the rolling stones kept falling to the ground, making a roaring sound.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt looked at Yan Feng who was going crazy from afar.

One step at a time, spanning thousands of zhang, the figure appeared in front of Yan Feng in an instant.

Saw people!

Yan Feng's eyes instantly became murderous, and he roared wildly and swung his fist towards the middle-aged man.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man only carried his back with one hand, and raised his other hand slightly, which locked Yan Feng's right fist, Yan Feng, unable to move at all.

Yan Feng was roaring, his expression hideous, but the middle-aged man raised his other hand.

A finger landed on Yan Feng's forehead, and in an instant, the blood dissipated...

Like a dragonfly touching water, Yan Feng's state of mind is abundant with blood, Yan Feng is lying on a blood-colored water surface, looking up at the blood-colored darkness, his eyes are dazed, where his heart is mouthed, the blood is flowing, at this moment, suddenly a ray of light appears from the blood.

One wisp, two wisps...

It's like a golden light!

Yan Feng's hand slowly raised towards the bright light.

Drip...

The water surface, trembling slightly, the ripples dispersed, and fell back to Yan Feng's ears, the blood color on the original water surface began to fade at this moment, and the blood color of this piece of heaven and earth was also being driven away by the brighter and brighter light, and the blood color was all retracted into the blood beads in Yan Feng's heart.

A voice echoed through the world, and it was also the voice Yan Feng had heard before he completely lost consciousness.

"Demons, not in the body, but in the heart, guard the door of the heart, all demons are fearless!"

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Time, little by little, in a blink of an eye, it is a month and a half, the weather, from the early spring into the flourishing period of spring, all four places are full of flowers and green grass, full of life.

Yanjing, a month and a half ago crisis, ordinary people don't know anything, after the removal of the palm dzi, these people all woke up in the early morning of the next day.

No one knew what was going on, just wondered why they were sleeping on the street.

But for them, it was nothing, at most it was a rather bizarre night.

And the bloody scene of the Temple of Heaven, the corpse, has already been processed and perfected by the cultivators in the world.

Maoshan, as usual, the disciples gathered in the dojo to practice swords, Si Nanlie stood in front of the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace, the sky was just warm, and the breeze gently blew up the robes.

On the top of a mountain in Maoshan Mountain, Bai Mi raised his head slightly, looked at the warm sun in the sky, hugged his hands, and the injuries on his body were already healed.

In front of the woods not far behind, there were two people, Yanran, followed by a little girl.

This little girl is the Su Qiu'er that day, the fat monk was originally going to take her to Longyin Temple, but Longyin Temple is a place for Buddhist cultivation after all, and it is not allowed to bring female dependents, even if it is a little girl.

So I thought of Maoshan, although Maoshan is a Taoist holy place, but for the female dependents, it is not as strict as the Buddhists.

Bai Mi glanced at Yan Ran and Su Qiu'er, who were playing happily.

"Yan boy... Where the hell are you?"

He once thought that Yan Feng was the master, one person and one demon, and his thoughts were connected, if Yan Feng fell, Bai Mi would know it for the first time, but now it is obvious that this wisp of thought is still there, which means that Yan Feng is still alive.

Similarly, deep underground, there is an underground palace here, which was originally used to take refuge for Maoshan disciples in times of crisis.

But at the moment, it's different.

In the dungeon, there is a huge secret room in it, and the space of the entire secret room is a thousand zhang in size!

Nine dragon pillars stand in nine directions, the statues on them are lifelike, the place at the top of the pillar, there are dragon heads poking out, and in the place of the root of each dragon pillar, there is a small pool that exudes a rich aura.

In the small pond, they are all genius treasures!

These genius earth treasures were constantly being melted under the power of the formation, and then turned into surging and rich vitality power, passing through the dragon's body, and finally coming out of the dragon's mouth, turning into a little starlight, and falling in the center of Kowloon.

There, there was a side of the cold ice, and the mist above the ice was steaming.

Yan Yuyan was lying on this Xuan Ice, as if sleeping, and the spiritual power above the Nine Dragons was continuously injected into her body, maintaining the last vitality in her body.

At the mouth of the secret room, there is a person, simple clothes, Fang Mu stands with his hands in his hands.

This was the only way he could think of to keep Yan Yuyan's spirit alive...

Fang Mu's face was slightly pale at the moment, after he learned the news of Yan Feng's demonization, his face, which had been indifferent, was bloodless in an instant, and he had not had a good rest for more than a month.

The whole person seems to have fallen to the bottom, even if his cultivation is exhausted, even if he is in a near-death realm, he has never looked like this!

At that moment, he made up his mind, no matter what, he would save the life of Yan Feng's sister Yan Yuyan, even if he did everything he had.

Because he believes that one day, Yan Feng will come back, and the real Yan Feng, his apprentice, will come back, and at that time, he can see his sister still alive.

Otherwise, if Yan Yuyan really died, even if Yan Feng returned to his original appearance, he would spend his life in pain in guilt.

This is also the special body of Yan Yuyan, thanks to the inheritance of the skeleton spirit lord's tenth body, he can support all the way to Maoshan Mountain, otherwise with the power of Yan Feng to enter the demon, a sword pierces through the heart, and he will definitely die on the spot, and his soul will be destroyed.

Looking at the Yan Yuyan sleeping on the Xuan Bing, Fang Mu let out a long sigh and walked out of the secret room, followed by the sound of the stone door crashing shut.

In the huge secret room, only nine spiritual power rays flickered.

A shattered canyon, rolling stones scattered on the ground, the original messy rocks, with the passage of time, but there are already many weeds growing, a few birds flying in the sky, occasionally landing on this gravel, looking around for grass seeds that have not yet emerged, as a delicious breakfast.

And among these weeds, there was a young man lying on his face, full of stubble, but if he looked closely, he looked like he had clear eyebrows, a bloody mark on his left eye, and his black and white hair had grown to his shoulders at this moment.

Several birds landed on his head at the moment, jumping back and forth, chirping from time to time.

At this moment, the young man's right hand, index finger and middle finger moved slightly.