Shen Yu Yuguang saw Wen Yi's 'concerned' look, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough, Wen Yi was worried about her lover.

What Wen Yi was worried about was what Shen Yu wanted to take revenge.

His right hand was slowly raised.

Wen Yi felt the vast sea-like coldness fly out of the center of the earth, soaring straight into the sky, and the entire backyard was shrouded in a suffocating murderous aura between the electric light and stone fire.

Brutal, cold, crazy.

The indescribable murderous aura rushed from the soles of her feet to her brain, and the crazy roars and whining rushed into her ears, screaming and tearing at Wen Yi's nerves, her heart beat faster, she only felt that her scalp was numb, and her brain was almost crushed by those screams!

"Sss She held her head in her hands, only to feel that her head was in unbearable pain like a pinprick, and her legs were weak and she sat on the ground.

"Murderous, murderous." Someone reacted.

The disciples of the Sword Sect in the backyard were not as lucky as Wen Yi, and they were chased and killed by the small sword condensed by the murderous aura.

"Shen Yu, you're crazy." Wen Yi gritted her teeth and glared at the initiator, she glanced at Ling Yujun who was crazy, and couldn't hold back the nausea like eating flies, "You are not allowed to hurt Ling Yujun!" ”

The corners of Shen Yu's mouth hooked up a mocking sneer, and he held the black and red intertwined aura in his palm, "You don't let me touch him, I want to!" ”

A crazy storm of black and red murderous aura poured out from under his feet, rushing towards Ling Yujun with a devastating momentum.

"Click-click-ah-ah-"

The storm brutally tore the pleasant backyard to pieces, broke the giant trees, smashed the boulders, and swept the disciples on the road into the storm wherever it passed.

Wen Yi grabbed the door with both hands to keep it from being blown away by the storm, but her hair had already been blown messy, and her clothes were flying.

Qing, who was concentrating on helping Ling Yujun regain his senses, hurriedly broke out the enchantment and roared angrily: "Purify! ”

A cyan aura erupted from his palm.

The aura containing the spell was like a rising sun shining on the murderous storm and Ling Yujun.

Murderous aura is not a ghost after all, the pure purification power plays a very small role, Qinglian also knows this, he sacrificed the purification light and recited the ancient incantation in a deep voice, "Defense!" ”

"Boom—"

The earth trembled and cracked, and the earthen walls more than ten zhang high rose from the ground to form a boxy siege, surrounding Qinglian and Ling Yujun together, and the green light on the wall radiated a strong spiritual light to prevent the storm from striking again.

Wind is pervasive, and the best way to deal with it is to defend.

After Qinglian summoned Tucheng, his palm fell on the top of Ling Yujun's head, his white beard fluttered in the wind, and his hands were sealed.

"Whew!"

Dao Dao whining sounded, and Qinglian's feet surged up to suppress the inner demon, "Meditation Mantra!" ”

Ling Yujun, who was tormented by the demons in his heart and almost lost his mind, felt that a light suddenly appeared in the muddy world that pierced the darkness.

His mind was much clearer, and his irritable mood was gradually calmed down, disordered, rampaging through his body, and the aura that tore through the blood and muscles gradually subsided under the power of the meditation mantra, and smoothly roamed through the limbs.

The demonic aura on Ling Yujun's body gradually faded, and Qinglian breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, nothing happened.

The next moment, he saw that the demonic qi that had finally calmed down was backlashing, and the surging demonic qi was ten times stronger, a hundred times stronger than just now.

Qing Lian hadn't reacted to what was going on, only to see that in addition to the demonic aura on Ling Yujun's body, there was also a crazy and violent murderous aura!

His mind buzzed, and his mind went blank.

The murderous storm was clearly blocked outside by himself, what was going on.

Ling Yujun, who was already affected, made matters worse.

"Qinglian, are you old and confused, this place is the immortal trace of the prince, you can block the outside with mud, can you block the inside?" After the storm disappeared, Wen Yi pulled at her messy hair and asked, "Ling Yu-kun is dead?" ”

Qinglian's throat was furious.

Mud? Is this mud? There is such a high mud?!

People like Ling Yujun are polite to everyone on the surface, but in fact, they look down on everyone and think very highly of themselves.

Seeing that she didn't care but gloated over her face, Shen Yu understood that she had been tricked by Wen Yi.

"Thank you for being angry with me." Wen Yi gave a thumbs up, "Shen Yu, you are a good person, a good person has a safe life." ”

Stretching out his hand not to hit the smiling man, Shen Yu's face darkened suddenly, and he returned to the fairy sword fragments expressionlessly.

"Seventh Elder, bother you to invite the Fifth Elder, I can't hold it anymore." Qinglian gritted his teeth to clear the murderous aura on Ling Yujun's body, but this demonic aura was too strange to be cleared and could only ask for help from outside, "If it's too late, Jiang Huaiyu will die." ”

The monk looked at the scenery on the surface, but in fact it was in danger.

If you don't pay attention to it, you will go mad, and the disciples who fall into the demon will be executed by their own companions, friends, masters, and even parents.

Ling Yujun's aura was retrograde, purple patterns like blood vessels burst out from under his skin, covering half of his face, cold sweat flowed on his forehead, if the patterns were all over his body, it meant that he had fallen into the demon, whether Qing Lian wanted to kill him or not.

"You can go, you beg me." Wen Yi held a grudge.

During the trial, Qinglian convicted himself indiscriminately, but Wen Yi was not so generous and responded to his requests.

Qinglian was on fire in his heart, his anger burned from his heart to his face, he blew his beard and glared: "Wen Yi! ”

The dignified out-of-body realm is capable of seeking a foundation building realm junior?

Shame!

"Ah, there it is." Wen Yi's tone was relaxed.

She knew very well that Qinglian just wanted to deal with the demonic energy on Ling Yujun's body as soon as possible.

According to Qinglian's out-of-body realm cultivation, even if you don't use magic weapons, you can control the demonic qi for at least one hour.

She can afford it anyway.

Ling Yujun doesn't know if he can afford the thermometer.

If he dies, the three-year covenant will be gone.

Thermometer is not in a hurry at all.

Hearing Wen Yi's relaxed and pleasant voice, Qinglian suspected that he had misheard.

Doesn't she like Ling Yu-kun?

Shouldn't you cry and rush to find Xie Qian and ask him to save people?

Qinglian couldn't read the thermometer.

Hmph, a woman's heart, a needle under the sea.

If Ling Yujun dies here, he will not be able to escape punishment, Qinglian took out the soul suppression bead and put it on the top of Ling Yujun's head, this bead can absorb the demonic energy in the body, and it is the magic weapon he prepared for himself to prevent himself from going mad.

After using this bead, it takes ten years to recover.

Soon, the demonic energy on Ling Yujun's body was all absorbed by the Soul Suppression Bead, and Qinglian tore off the earthen wall, and the heart hanging in his throat was not put back in his stomach.

The next moment, Ling Yujun erupted with a new round of demonic energy, which was even worse than the previous one!

"Hell yes." Qinglian believed what Wen Yi said now, and the disciples of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion were silently taken away by the demon cultivators.

"Seventh Elder...... Qinglian took a deep breath, pulled down his old face, grinded his back molars and said, "Please!" ”