As soon as Lin Yunzhi's words came out, Jing Yu's face changed instantly, and Jing Shu was also in a cold sweat.

But at this moment, there was Xuan Kejun's cry behind him.

"Jingshu, are you all right?"

Jing Shu turned around, and Xuan Kejun and Sheng Qingshu both rushed up with anxious faces.

Just when he breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his vigilance slightly, the shadow under his feet was about to move, and in the next second, Zeyun jumped out of the shadow with a short sword, and a sword pierced into Jing Shu's chest.

Jing Shu didn't have time to react, and watched the sword body submerge into his body, and Zeyun was lying in his ear like a ghost.

"Die,."

Blood gushed out, spraying Zeyun's face and eyes, and the whole person was crazy.

Sheng Qingshu was the first to react, pulled out the Yaoguang Sword from his waist, flew forward, and slashed towards Zeyun, and now the entire sword body was submerged in Jingshu's chest, if the sword was pulled out at this time, he would definitely die.

In a moment, Sheng Qingshu twisted his body, gritted his teeth and turned his wrist, the cold light of the Yaoguang Sword flashed, and Zeyun's right hand holding the dagger fell in response.

"You lunatic! Yes! My hand! ”

Zeyun didn't care about Jingshu, holding his bloodied right arm and howling, Sheng Qingshu didn't give him a chance to resist, and stepped forward with his sword.

Who knew that Zeyun also reacted, sealed the acupuncture point on his right arm, quickly stopped the bleeding, and fought with Sheng Qingshu.

"You go and see Jingshu! I'll pester him first! ”

Sheng Qingshu stopped Jing Yu, who wanted to come forward to help, and Jing Shu on the side had already fallen softly, and Xuan Kejun came back from the fright.

"Jingshu!"

Xuan Kejun knelt on the ground, hugging Jing Shu's body, the dagger on his chest trembled slightly with his breathing, and the blood that continued to flow out stained his moon-white robe.

"Don't talk, don't sleep! I'm not going to let you have anything to do! ”

Jing Shu's lips trembled, and he wanted to say something but was blown away by the wind.

Xuan Kejun continued to inject spiritual power into the wound on his chest, but to no avail, there was still a steady stream of blood flowing out.

Jing Yu rushed over, tapped Jing Shu's chest a few times with his hand, and forcibly took out a drop of heart blood from his heart and dripped it into Jing Shu's mouth.

Xuan Kejun was stunned in place, this is the blood of the demon lord, although it can save his life at a critical moment, but it will also greatly damage himself.

She felt extremely guilty in her heart, guilty of her weakness and incompetence, and guilty of her lack of learning and unskill.

Jing Yu's generous palm patted her head, and although he didn't say a word, Xuan Kejun still felt his silent comfort.

Soon, the blood in Jingshu's chest stopped flowing out, and his lips were no longer so pale.

He pulled something out of his arms with all his might, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

Xuan Kejun spread out his hand, and also took this opportunity to see the object in his hand, which was the pair of opal earrings.

A tear dripped on the golden opal, and Xuan Kejun looked at the pair of earrings in a daze, choking up, as if something was blocking her throat, making her unable to breathe.

"Don't cry...."

Jing Shu's voice was hoarse and weak, and he raised his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to wipe away Xuan Kejun's tears, but he couldn't hold on any longer.

The slender and bony hand hung over his lap, and the person in front of him closed his eyes in great pain.

Xuan Kejun held the earring tightly, let the sharp silver needle pierce his palm, and hugged Jing Shu tightly, and glanced at Jing Yu helplessly.

"Jingshu can't wait, let's fight quickly, you bring that woman with you!"

Seeing that Jingshu couldn't hold on, Jing Yu flashed to Sheng Qingshu's side and put Zeyun down with a palm from behind.

Although Zeyun broke his hand, his spirit was extremely excited, plus he was talented and intelligent, and he practiced diligently in the first two hundred years, and Sheng Qingshu gradually became no match for him after more than a dozen moves.

Sheng Qingshu's body gradually turned red, but fortunately, Jingyu arrived in time.

Jing Yu was not far away preparing to teleport the magic circle, but Jing Shu's injuries were too serious to take him on the road.

She dragged Lin Yunzhi's arm, half-dragged and half-dragged her into the magic circle, the magic circle was completed, and she could immediately move back to the demon world, but no one noticed that Zeyun behind her moved.

I thought that Jing Yu had knocked Zeyun unconscious with one palm, but who knew that he slowly got up from the ground.

Seeing that Sheng Qingshu was about to enter the magic circle, he suddenly got up behind her, grabbed her long hair tightly, and pulled it back hard.

Sheng Qingshu exclaimed, instinctively stretched out her hand forward, Jing Yu had already returned to the demon world with Jingshu and Lin Yunzhi first, and at this moment only Xuan Kejun was waiting for her in the magic circle.

Xuan Kejun stretched out his hand to grab Sheng Qingshu, if he stepped out of the magic circle and shot at Zeyun, the magic circle would be invalid.

If he didn't go out, Sheng Qingshu would be taken away, and he would have no face to return to the demon world.

Zeyun's hand became more and more forceful, and Sheng Qingshu only felt a tight tingling sensation coming from her scalp.

"Xuan Kejun, choose one, either stay and save your good sister, or let her stay with me, aren't you worried about Jingshu?"

A hoarse ghostly voice came from behind, and Zeyun laughed loudly.

Sheng Qingshu touched the Yao Light Sword on his waist, and swung the sword with his backhand against his back, cutting off the end of the hair held in Zeyun's hand.

Xuan Kejun also took the opportunity to pull her into the magic circle with force, and Zeyun roared to catch up.

In a fit of rage, he broke through the ban on the acupuncture points, and the injured hand suddenly flowed blood.

Sheng Qingshu stood in the magic circle and looked at Zeyun coldly, he was dirty and crazy at the moment.

"If you dare to touch me next time, I will cut off your other hand!"

The golden light in the magic circle flashed, and disappeared between heaven and earth, leaving Zeyun, who was covered in blood, standing in place and gritting his teeth.

Back in the demon world, the magic circle sent them directly to Jingshu's courtyard, and Bai Liu was already waiting at the entrance of the courtyard.

Xuan Kejun didn't dare to stop for a moment, and rushed into the room with Bai Liu.

Jing Shu was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, and he fell asleep deeply.

Xu has already changed his clothes, and there are not so many bloodstains, which also makes Xuan Kejun's hanging heart slightly relaxed.

It's just that the face and lips are still pale, and the already thin person is buried under the thick brocade quilt.

Jing Shu's eyebrows were furrowed, his eyelashes kept trembling, and in his dream he returned to the fairy world, back to his childhood.

At that time, he had just incarnated into the flesh and was raised in the Ruzi Hall with all the children in the fairy world.

They are all small children, but they have been divided into three, six, nine and so on, and he is the weakest being.

At first, he also showed his edge, but gradually he found that the Immortal Monarch who had been together also began to slowly squeeze him out.

The days in the fairy world are difficult, and the stewards only care about flattering the god realm and only caring about their own scenery and pleasure.

No matter how good he is, he will never come out, not to mention that his too good is not allowed by other Immortal Monarchs.

Since then, he has understood what Taoguang is and tried to be a mediocre child.

It wasn't until that year that he was next to the Siling River that he watched Yu Yao's body turn into ashes and sprinkle into the Siling River, and the white jade pendant in her hand also fell.

He searched alone by the cold Sighing River for a long time, the biting water froze his hand, and unlike the memory, this time there was a warm touch in his hand.