The Heart-binding Mantra has a master and a subordinate, but there is no spiritual vein, bone and blood. Young Sect Master Yan Suyuan was able to suppress Yan Buzhi's natal sword with spiritual power, and Yan Zhizhi was also able to forcibly pull him down from the end of the sword.

He shot extremely fast, but Xuan Chizong seemed to have been prepared for this, and when Yan Suyuan was pulled by spiritual power, he smiled and said "oops" and staggered down.

Yan Suyuan's demeanor was calm, and he didn't forget to say to Wu Cheng: "Uncle Shi, this sword cultivator below seems to want to do something to me." ”

Wu Cheng replied: "Young Sect Master, don't worry. A square seal appeared in his palm, buckled downward, and immediately wrapped Yan Suyuan tightly into the shield. Fang Tianyin was a supreme shield, and the monks who protected it not only would not be injured by attacks, but they could also rebound all the attacks they received.

Yan Suyuan laughed proudly: "This unknown friend, don't be annoyed and angry, you want to die with me, right?" He didn't draw his sword, he waved his hand in the air, his fingertips wrapped around thunder and lightning, frost and snow, turned his hand and pressed down, and his true qi pulled the power of heaven and earth, and hit the two people in the array.

Yin Qingle suddenly felt an extremely familiar aura, and couldn't help but look up, just in time to see the frost and thunder in the sky. She was slightly startled, and immediately understood why she felt familiar. The wisp of breath mixed with the offensive was almost the same as the shattered spiritual platform in Yan Zhizi's Mansion.

"The Yan family, all of them are shameless goods." She couldn't help but scold.

Yan didn't know how to turn his palm to block the spiritual power, but the movements in his hand were non-stop, and his five fingers were like eagle claws bending, pressing downward. With a bang, together with the Fang Seal Shield, Yan Su Yuan and the Human Belt Seal were thrown on the barrier above the large array.

Yan Suyuan was still there: "It's a pity that you tried so hard that you couldn't hurt me at all—what's the matter?" ”

His tone changed suddenly, accompanied by Wu Chengshu's sentence above: "Young Sect Master be careful." Yan Suyuan escaped from the shield in embarrassment, stepped on the large array enchantment, and watched with palpitation as the thin walls of the enchantment shattered, and the overflowing spiritual power in the array found an outlet for leakage, and rushed out.

That enchantment, which had been cut out of the crack by Yan Ming, and collided with the best shield, could no longer support it at the moment, and suddenly collapsed into a gap.

The expression of the monk standing in the formation did not change, and after seeing Yan Suyuan leave Fang Tianyin, he raised a finger and waved it aside: "Go." ”

Yan unknowingly manipulated the spiritual power that belonged to him, and threw Yan Suyuan aside casually. The loss was in the sky and shouted: "Go and protect the young sect master." Several first-born blue flower disciples descended into the clouds and caught Yan Suyuan before he landed. Yan didn't know how far he threw it, and the group of people hurried slowly, for fear that they wouldn't be able to catch up.

After finally catching up, suddenly the spiritual power pulled back, and the young sect master in mid-air screamed and moved backwards in the air, and then the true qi disappeared, and the spirit bone vibrate, dragging him to the ground.

This time, it was a real fall to the ground. A miserable scream came, if it was an ordinary mortal, I am afraid that it would have already fallen into meat sauce at this moment.

Yin Qingle lay on Yan Buzhi's shoulder and spat fiercely: "Phew, it's really happy, why didn't you fall to death?" She was even wondering, according to Yan Jiaojiao's ruthlessness, he shouldn't be so soft-hearted.

Her body suddenly lightened, and she was put on the ground by Yan Ming. Yin Qingle looked up suspiciously, and just wanted to ask what happened, when he saw Yan Zhi holding the ground with his sword, and coughed violently. The ice blue spider silk around his neck flashed, and Yan didn't know how to shake his body, and a dazzling red overflowed from between his fingers.

"Cold poison ......" Yin Qingle was startled and hurriedly went to help him. Yan didn't know that he rarely took the initiative to lose his temper in front of Yin Qingle, he always tried to avoid it, or hide himself in a corner where no one was around. This time he may not be able to support it, he held Yin Qingle's shoulders and leaned on to catch his breath for a while.

"Is Tan Qingcao still useful?" Yin Qingle understood in his heart that Yan didn't know that it was an attack of cold poison, and Tan Qingcao had no effect on cold poison at all. But she still had a hint of luck and asked tentatively.

While everyone outside went to check on Yan Suyuan's physical condition, Yan didn't know how to close his eyes and try to accumulate some strength. He couldn't soothe the disordered true qi in his body through pranayama, and once he lost his strength, the efficiency of recovery was even more difficult than that of ordinary people who had no cultivation.

Hearing Yin Qingle's voice, he shook his head, still closing his eyes: "The big array has been broken." ”

Yin Qingle guessed what he was going to say, and raised his hand to cover his mouth tightly: "We are partners, of course we have to advance and retreat together." Instead, he raised his eyebrows and livened up the atmosphere, "If you leave me alone, I will definitely be captured by that young sect master." I'm so good to you, you don't want me to be bullied by him, do you? ”

Yan didn't know how to open his eyes reluctantly, raised his eyes to look at the position where the big array was broken, and stretched out his hand to pull Yin Qingle: "Those people have gone to save their young sect master, this is the only chance, I will take you out of here." ”

Yin Qingle also knew that now was not the time to express concern, so she simply opened her arms and jumped up to hook Yan Zhi's neck. And the witty thing in his mouth: "I knew you wouldn't leave me." ”

Yan didn't know how to look down at her, his vision was a little blurred, only the apricot eyes were like two bright stars, imprinted in his pupils. Inexplicably, the sentence "Zhizhi, I like you the most" came to mind again.

Yan didn't know what kind of sacredness Yin Qingle was, he probably didn't have time to know.

"I'm sorry." He apologized in a low voice and stretched out his hand to grab Yin Qingle, "I really don't have the strength anymore, you have to be patient for a while." He completely removed the true qi that was blocked, and his arm exerted force, hugging Yin Qingle with a full embrace.

"Don't talk yet." Yin Qingle was distressed. She only has a mobile phone, and she is okay to be a detective and a commander, but where force is needed, she really can't help at all.

This time, there was no true qi to hold her back, and Yin Qingle strained his arms before hanging on Yan Buzhi's body.

"Don't forget, you promised to send me home, and nothing happens until then." She said.

Even after a few days together, it was the first time she had observed him so closely. His body was terribly cold, and the blue-purple veins were clearly visible in his neck. Although the old wounds on his body were healed by the jade clear pulp, the toxins were not removed, and they were still ravaging his body over and over again.

As Yan didn't know how to get up, beads of blood poured out from his cold white skin, and a few fell on his eyelashes, and when his phoenix eyes trembled slightly, blood fell together. Yan didn't know how to hold Yin Qingle with both hands, slowly exhaled turbid air, and said, "Okay." Raising his eyes and staring intently at the shattered barrier, he pulled away.

Suddenly, I heard an angry shout: "You dare to hurt my son." ”

The sound came from far away from Wanren Mountain, and when it fell into the snowfield, it was still strong and audible. Yan didn't know how to cough up two mouthfuls of blood, so he ignored it at all.

Yin Qingle suddenly heard a sound. It is like the evening drum and morning bell of the cold temple, like the worldly nobles beating the bell, and like the rich and loud sound of thousands of people chanting.

Her first reaction was to look at her phone, and after discovering the shock, she looked up from Yan Ming's shoulder blade and looked at Wanren Mountain, which had been split in half by the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation.

With Yan Xun's angry shouting, the glow in the Xuanchi Sect was magnificent, as if something came out of the main hall, and kept getting bigger, revealing a solemn appearance.

"The traitor is gone, and he will be killed quickly, so as not to be crushed and broken." Yan Xun's voice came, revealing a naked threat. And the solemn aspect of the Dharma is still expanding, rising from the mountains, towering and towering, like a god.

"What's that?" Yin Qingle's voice trembled.

"It's the unique secret of the Xuanchi Sect." Yan didn't know and narrowed his eyes, "They never let me participate, and I don't know." It's just that they worship the idol of the god in the main hall, and this thing may have something to do with Him. ”

"This, this is really ......" Yin Qingle looked up at the past despite the sore neck. I saw that the Dharma Minister, describing compassion. He seemed to have a thousand hands, a hundred heads, a red gold glass hanging, and a red sandalwood string in his hand.

At first glance, it looks like a god mixed with the secret methods of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. But if you look closely, you can only see his head, body, and face scribbling, and his spiritual power and true qi churning in it, fine and dense like wriggling tentacles.

Thou shalt not look at it, nor blaspheme, nor speak falsely, nor speak by name.

"Look no further." Yan Bu reminded in a low voice, "Yan Xun once mentioned to his disciples that if you look directly at the statue in the main hall for a long time, you will suffer from demonic obstacles. ”

Yin Qingle's brain was buzzing, in "Asking Heaven", there was never such a monster. The Xuanchi Sect, which was slaughtered by Yan, did not know what secrets were hidden. No, Xuanchi Sect has such a big killing move, why was it destroyed by Yan Ming?

Yan didn't let go of Yin Qingle, and said in a low voice: "The big array will break through in a while, and then you just run forward and rush into the teleportation enchantment." ”

"What about you?" Yin Qingle heard that something was wrong.

"If I don't defeat him, I will forcibly reverse the spiritual veins in my body and fear entering the demonic path." Yan didn't know how to straighten his back and meet the high Faxiang, "I'm afraid that I won't recognize you at that time." He let out a soft sigh, as if frustrated.

"I apologize to you, I'm afraid, I can't fulfill my promise."

"Don't talk nonsense." Yin Qingle almost lost her voice, "I will never leave you, even if you don't know me, I will walk to you step by step like the first time we met." ”

"Besides, what kind of gods are there in this world?" She remembered the setting in "Asking Heaven", and pretended to be calm.

In "Asking the Heavenly Dao", the people in the Cultivation Continent are all mortals in the flesh, and if someone cultivates and ascends, they will go to a higher plane. Throughout the ages, there were very few immortals in the Xiuzhen Continent, let alone those gods who only existed in legends.

The current situation couldn't help but make her mouth stiff, and Yan Xun shouted: "The evil animal is killed." "That Dharma Appearance has completed its transformation. With a slight movement, He raised his arms and leaned down. Countless large hands were pinched into various gestures and pressed towards the snowfield.

His movements are soothing and gentle, but they are powerless to resist. When pressed down, the object under the hand resembles a trembling ant. The world is vast, the brilliance is endless, and those who stay in the snowfield, whether they are friends or foes, have nowhere to hide.

Yan Buzhi reminded softly: "Go." Sacrifice your true qi and slam Yin Qingle away. Hold the hilt of the sword with one hand, and form a trick with your left hand, forcibly mobilizing the true qi in your body.

There was a buzzing in his ears, his eyes blurred, and he couldn't see anything but the overwhelming golden palms.

Yan didn't know if he didn't see Yin Qinglefu landing on the ground, so he ran to him without hesitation. He vaguely heard Yin Qingle calling him, Yan didn't hesitate for a moment, didn't give a response, he pulled out the immortal sword and light that were no longer suppressed. A white light was drawn in the air, ready to be hard to connect the overwhelming palm prints.

But the shouts came one after another, and finally turned into a small white jade hand and grabbed his wrist bone. Yin Qingle ran very fast, and finally flew and jumped, almost pounced on Yan Zhizhi.

"Get out of the way." Yan didn't know the voice, and for the first time, he was anxious.

"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear?" Yin Qingle looked anxious, "The third on the left, only the third on the left is true!" ”

She said, how can the secret method of the Yan family be the real gods and Buddhas. Thinking that the mobile phone could see the method of breaking the formation before, and seeing that Yan didn't know how to push her away, Yin Qingle immediately reopened the [camera] and put the law into the frame.

Except for a fiery, lightning-like spiritual power, the rest are all illusory.

But when Yin Qingle shouted that Yan didn't know, he didn't react, and even raised his sword to stop all the virtual and real palms. She was so anxious that she pulled up her robe and ran back to Yan Zhi's side.

Yan Buyi pointed to his ears and waved his hand at Yin Qingle, he lowered his head and struggled to distinguish Yin Qingle's mouth shape.

Yin Qingle didn't have time to explain carefully. She took Yan Zhi's sword-holding hand, led the light, and aimed straight at the third from the left, the hand was in the form of a flower, and the index finger was lightly tapped down.

"Young Master Yan, this way."

Yan didn't know what she meant, and without any doubts, he condensed all his true qi on the light saber end. He raised the light, and the white light burst out. He trusted Yin Qingle wholeheartedly, and he didn't think that she might deceive him.

The fairy sword is like a slender and easily foldable embroidery needle, pulling out a beautiful sword flower, meeting the gods and dharmas that are terrifying, and can almost crush them to death with a snap of a finger.

Extremely soft, very thin cracking sound.

It's silent.