I had never seen him like this, Yan Xun only felt that this woman was really different to him.

Thinking like this, he glanced at the unconscious girl in Chu Yiyang's arms, and saw that her appearance was indeed as beautiful as snow, but compared with the red-clothed man holding her, it was still more than a star and a half worse.

I didn't know what Yan Xun was thinking at the moment, after feeding the medicine, Chu Yiyang put his right hand against the back of the girl's heart, and channeled his spiritual power into it to help her dissolve the medicinal power.

Under the gaze of the three of them, Fu Yueshu's eyelashes trembled, coughed sullenly, and then opened his eyes.

The first color that catches your eye is a dazzling red.

Fu Yueshu was stunned for a moment, and heard a familiar cold voice ringing in his ears: "Awake?" ”

"Should...... Brother? ”

She waited for a moment before her blurred vision became clear, and when she saw the familiar face and his pale eyes, she immediately felt a sense of stability in her heart, and then realized that she was still in his arms, and quickly sat up.

Chu Yiyang let go of her, looked at her recovering ruddy face, and asked, "How do you feel?" Why are you the only one here? ”

Fu Yueshu sensed his injuries and made sure that he was fine, so he looked at Chu Yiyang: "Thank you, Senior Brother Ying, I'm fine, I-"

She saw Yan Xun and Xuanyuan Ce, who were standing aside, talking in a voice, and guessed that they were the people who entered the battle with Chu Yiyang.

Chu Yiyang stretched out his hand to support the girl's arm, helped her up, and after listening to her pause for a while, he continued, "I originally came to the imperial capital with my master and a few senior sisters, but I was separated after the bell rang and stepped out of the inn. ”

She was teleported here, and she could only try to crack the formation in front of her, but she was injured by the formation of the mountain hall and fell here.

Knowing that she had not experienced other twists and turns, Chu Yiyang was a little relieved, and originally wanted to ask her if she had seen other familiar people in the imperial capital, but Yan Xun, who was standing next to her, spoke: "Who is this girl?" ”

Hearing this like a spring breeze in March, and like a lover's whispering voice, Fu Yueshu raised her eyes to look at him, and felt that the whole person crashed into the peach blossom eyes of Tsing Yi Demon Xiu who was also affectionate when he was not smiling.

She instinctively felt that this person was not righteous, so she frowned slightly, avoiding eye contact with him.

Yan Xun raised his eyebrows, and before he could say anything, he saw Chu Yiyang take half a step forward, blocking this beautiful woman behind him, and his cold eyes contained a bit of warning: "She is my unmarried Taoist couple." ”

Previously, he cut off the plot of Yan Xun and her meeting in Qingye Mountain City, and now Fu Yueshu did not know Yan Xun, so he did not have feelings for him, and the marriage contract with Ying Zhengxin was not canceled.

Merely...... Chu Yiyang frowned slightly, thinking of the cold night in Beitang, and thinking of his younger brother who was born in Yaochi, the plot has changed so much, and it doesn't matter so much whether the marriage contract survives or not.

It is impossible for him to stay in this world, and it is impossible for him to be with Fu Yueshu, and then he should still find an opportunity to dissolve the marriage contract between the two, so as not to delay her life.

Despite this, the merry Yan Xun is by no means a good candidate.

Seeing the obvious vigilance on Chu Yiyang's body, Yan Xun was no stranger at all, he didn't care at all, and only smiled at Fu Yueshu: "It turned out to be Miss Fu from the Tianshan Sword Sect." ”

Behind Chu Yiyang, Fu Yueshu nodded slightly, which was regarded as a courtesy to him.

Without the environment of the blood pool encounter, the Tsing Yi Demon Cultivator really didn't seem to have much interest in her, and quickly took his eyes back from her. Chu Yiyang saw him looking at him, obviously his thin lips didn't move, but his voice sounded in his ears: "You and I are friends, how can I think of your fiancée with other thoughts?" ”

What's more, there is already a beauty like him who is at the top of the list, and it seems to be shrouded in fog, attracting his attention, how can others still enter his eyes?

"There is no best."

Chu Yiyang used the same means as him to transmit the voice back, and then he was no longer on guard, and only introduced Xuanyuan Ce, who wanted to recruit into the Hehuan Sect, to Fu Yueshu. After hearing what she said, there might be someone else in the depths of the wooden hall, and the four of them continued to walk together, preparing to gather the monks of the Northern Realm Xuanmen along the way.

As Fu Yueshu said, they walked towards the depths of the formation again, and sure enough, they saw many familiar faces.

Many of them were people who had broken through the Blood River Great Array together in Aoba Mountain Castle, and the middle-aged scribe who had led the team to break through to the center of the Blood River Great Array to break through the formation was also among them.

He had walked the farthest and remained lucid for a rare time, but he vomited blood several times.

When he met Chu Yiyang and his party, seeing that he didn't have a compass like this, there was no need to calculate, but he kept moving forward, and the formation opened all the way in front of them like a tamed beast, and he looked at Chu Yiyang's gaze with more and more admiration.

"The person who went to break the formation in the Blood River Great Array that day was really him."

Walking in the middle of the team, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and sighed with his companions who were reunited beside him, and he no longer dared to touch the formation in front of him.

On that day, after the Blood River Great Array was broken, I didn't see the Golden Bell Gongzi coming out of it, and the monks in the city had other voices, questioning whether Ying Zhengxin really went in, and now they should all be slapped in the face.

The monks who came in with the middle-aged scribe to break the formation were all impressed like him, looking at the red figure who walked in front of the formation, and only sighed that he was not angry: "If you and I are more angry, we don't always have to rely on the golden bell to lead us out of the predicament." ”

"Hey, when I first came to the imperial capital, Lao Xu said that when I met so many acquaintances, it felt like I had returned to Aoba Mountain City, and this guy was really right."

However, they were lucky to be trapped in the formation and let Jin Ling Gongzi save them, and Lao Xu and they didn't know what happened.

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Temple of Fire.

The remnant sun was like blood, as if on the vast and boundless wasteland, several embarrassed monks gathered together, one of the array masters holding a compass in his hand had half of his beard burned off, maintaining the spiritual power of the battle array, feeling the vibration from the ground under his feet, looking at the demon army that appeared from the smoke and dust, and shouted: "They are here again!" ”

"Damn......" A bearded man at the front, armed with a gold-ringed machete, scolded, "Is there an end?!" ”

The same battles were taking place in the wasteland, in the various gathering points of the monks far apart, killing a group of demon armies, and after a while, the same group would appear again.

Endless, tireless, as if as long as they were in this wasteland, these demon armies with red fire burning in their eyes would never be killed.

It was impossible for them to move forward, and it was even more difficult for them to reunite, and the demon army that regrouped and charged here walked like a military drum, and the sound of an agitated flute rose to the sky from somewhere in the wasteland, which also ignited the spiritual power of the monks.

A battle intent rose up in them: "Kill—"

"Kill ——!"

Where the flute sounded, the sword light was like a cold star, tearing through the four fields.

The robe on Ning Shaoyou's body was no longer neat, and the spiritual power around his body was urged to the extreme, and a sword swept in all directions, sweeping out the demon army that surrounded him from all directions.

And Zong Mo, who was standing behind him and playing the breaking array with all his spiritual power, was also disgraced, and the blue brocade clothes on his body were no longer bright.

Seeing the figure of his friend shuttling through these gathered demon legions, turning into silver streamers, blocking them ten feet away from him, Zong Mo paused his playing and scolded with a tired mouth that had already twitched: "Is it over? Why are you here so much?! ”

In the flying sword light, dry bones and smoke, Ning Shaoyou's voice also lost its former composure, and became a little anxious: "You just talk, why stop and stop?!" ”

He has already produced so many swords and faced so many waves of demons, and now his body is tired, and his spiritual power will not be able to function.

As soon as Zong Mo's flute stopped, his sword moves immediately sluggish.

If you want to speak, of course, you have to stop playing, who can play the flute while talking?!

For the first time in his life, Zong Mo regretted how he chose the flute to be a treasure, and how good it was to choose the piano like the young master of Yaochi.

But he still played it again, and with the sound of the flute, Ning Shaoyou's offensive became sharp and smooth again.

It's just that both of them know that the demon legion coming from behind will only increase, and sooner or later it will exceed the limit they can bear, and they can only hope that strong reinforcements will arrive or someone will clear the Fire Temple.

But who will come?

The young master of the Tianqin Sect thought a little broken, "If anyone can save me, I can call him father." ”

Just when both of them were fighting to the point of despair, a powerful and invincible sword light fell from the sky, splitting the entire wasteland and trembling!

A huge crack appeared on the boundless wasteland, several zhang long, bottomless, and the demon legions along the way couldn't dodge and all fell in, if it weren't for Ning Shaoyou's quick reaction and pulling Zong Mo's sword up, now the two of them also fell.

As the smoke rose and dust rose, they hovered over the wasteland, looking at the frost spreading at the edge of the cracks, realizing who it was, and a glimmer of hope appeared in their hearts.

The next moment, a sword light came to them from an extremely long distance, looking at the eyes of the white-clothed Sword Venerable who seemed to be soaked in the wind and snow on the top of Kunlun, the two of them sincerely felt for the first time that it was good to see him.

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Chapter 56

On the wasteland, the smoke and dust slowly dispersed, and there was a white crack on the originally red earth, like a sword wound left on the face of the controller behind the Senluo Palace.

Such a powerful aura descended, and the four fields were cleared, and the monks who were tired of dealing with the siege gathered here in ecstasy after a short period of panic.

Zong Mo and Ning Shaoyou shook the frost on their swords when they saw Beitang's cold night, and returned the Qiankun sword to its sheath.

In the wasteland of the Temple of Fire, he was still like a lone wolf, and he had no intention of talking to them.

But for some reason, his beautifully shaped eyes swept over Ning Shaoyou's body, and his intention to leave stopped again.

Seeing this, Zong Mo, who clearly knew that only by hugging Beitang's thigh in the cold night could he live, he was overjoyed.

Regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, he immediately pushed away his friend's hand and flew up by himself: "I didn't expect to see Jianzun here, it's really good!" ”

Even after a night of bloody battles in Aoba Mountain City, the young master of the Tianqin Sect, who was not so embarrassed now, came to the white-clothed Sword Venerable, who was closer than his own father, and said with a sigh, "If it hadn't been for the timely action of the Sword Venerable just now, we would have died." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Beitang didn't look at him in the cold night.

His gaze always fell on Ning Shaoyou.

The first disciple of the Mingyang Sword Sect was a little nervous, and his handsome face, which was already cold, became even more solemn.

Zong Mo, who was ignored, also turned his head to look at his friend, and heard Beitang's cold night voice sounding in a deep voice: "What's the matter with the breath on your body?" ”

Below, the monks who had been teleported to the Fire Hall and had gone through countless battles had gathered and looked up at the three people in the sky.

When Ning Shaoyou heard this, he subconsciously looked down at himself, Beitang Cold Night Ling stood in mid-air, waiting for his answer.

On him, Beitang Hanye sensed a familiar ghostly aura.

From the moment he came out, he knew that the person he wanted to see must be in the imperial city.

When he was in the cave, he looked like a teenager, with the demonic power of a riot on his body, and the demonic energy that seemed to come from the ancient wilderness.

This time, he appeared in the illusion, and his appearance had changed, and the aura on his body had also changed into a ghostly aura.

Since he wanted to see him and find him, he could be him if he looked among the monks and found any of them with a similar aura.

As for what will happen after seeing him, Beitang Hanye doesn't know.

The admonition of the master is still in his ears, and he can't be moved by practicing the way of killing, but he has already been moved, and this is the truth and cannot be changed.

Perhaps only when you find someone can you know the answer.

The situation on the wasteland was changing all the time, and the monks gathered below didn't know what they were doing up there, but were just keeping watch around them.

And Beitang has never lacked the patience to wait in the cold night, not to mention that he has his own memory, and there is only one person who makes him have such an obsession.

Zong Ning and the two pondered together, what was on Ning Shaoyou's body that could attract the attention of Beitang's cold night.