While everyone is still immersed in vanity, there are still people who are detached from it, far away from the hustle and bustle of the mortal world, telling the vast salient beings on the top of the mountain that towers into the sky, and telling the boundless killing of the boundless land under their feet in an extremely plain tone.

On the shore of the Meteorite Peak, the hazy smoke obscured his face, and he couldn't see anything inside the wide robe, and with a flick of his right hand, a bright light rushed into the sky, instantly making the sky clear and open.

The prophet stared up, and the stars of Zhou Tian were disillusioned, and the brightest stars were far away.

Suddenly, the prophet sighed lightly, looked at the starry sky, as if he was a little surprised, only to see that above his head, an extremely dazzling star suddenly shone, and the light was extremely dazzling, instantly covering the surrounding stars, and the covered stars suddenly dimmed.

"Mutation", the prophet was shocked, and two blue rays suddenly shot out from his hazy face, passing through the layers of the sky and straight into the galaxy, the speed was incredible.

But it was only a moment, and the two blue rays disappeared, and the prophet muttered, "What will happen to the future when a new star rises and disrupts the fortunes of all beings?"

The prophet paced back and forth, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long time, as if he remembered something, he looked up at the new star in the sky, and saw that the star closest to the new star was the star that had disturbed the stars before.

"The Summer's Country?"

Moments later, the Prophet leapt over, leaving only an afterimage in its place, and then vanished.

Leng Yi's figure gradually moved away, and finally approached the end of the lawn, at this moment. Suddenly there was an exclamation from the night clouds behind him.

However, it was too late. Leng Yi had just stepped out with his left foot, and it seemed to be a thunderclap on the ground. A red light curtain stretched open under Leng Yi's feet without warning, and in an instant, I saw flesh and blood flying out from Leng Yi's feet, and in an instant, only Sensen's foot skeleton remained, and it seemed to continue to spread to the upper body.

Yeyun originally followed behind Leng Yi, and when she saw this scene, she could have stopped it, but she couldn't drive the spiritual power in her body at the moment, so she was in a hurry. One stumbled and fell on the lawn, but she didn't care about the pain, got up on all fours, and ran desperately towards Leng Yi. However, the distance is a little far, and it is too late to stop it for a while.

Yeyun's face suddenly turned as white as paper, her body couldn't help but tremble violently, her eyes seemed to be clouded by something, and the more she tried to see clearly, the things in front of her became more and more blurry.

Somewhere, it seems to have been stabbed with a sword. It hurt so much that she couldn't breathe, until, until a drop of hot liquid swept away the fog from her eyes.

She finally saw the scene in front of her, only to see that Leng Yi's legs were only white skeletons at the moment. Occasionally, there is a trace of blood attached to it, which is shocking. This scene was so piercing in Yeyun's eyes that she forgot that her spiritual power was still forbidden. Forget the usual reserve, forget a qiē. A wild rage exploded through the body like a raging fire.

"Ahh

Yeyun roared, and his voice was extremely poignant. Rushing straight to Jiuxiao, she didn't know where she got the strength, the prohibition in her body was broken at this moment, and the spiritual power suddenly rushed out of her body like a torrent, and the purple light formed by the spiritual power converging overwhelmed Yeyun's entire person, which was extremely dazzling.

She rushed forward like crazy, but it was still too late, and the forbidden red light was rapidly devouring Leng Yi's body.

In order to protect the mortal man in front of him, he even did not hesitate to disobey the order of the Holy Master and was almost expelled from the Meteorite Peak. But at this moment, she witnessed the man in front of her about to die.

It's too late, it's too late, is the person she guards with a qiē going to die in front of her in the end?

Yeyun's mind instantly fell into a blank, and his body flew towards Leng Yi in the posture it was in when he pounced, and a line of clear tears slipped down his face, and then was blown away by the wind.

Leng Yi didn't even have time to feel the pain, looked down, and saw that his trouser legs disappeared in the red light, and the flesh and blood of his feet also flew in the red light.

Suddenly, a faint blue light lit up out of thin air beside Leng Yi's body, and the strange thing was that as soon as the blue light approached the prohibition, the red light quickly disappeared like snow melting, until it completely dissipated on the lawn.

When the red light dissipates, the blue light disappears with it. A hazy figure appeared beside Leng Yi, motionless, as if he had been here from beginning to end.

Silence, deathly silence.

It wasn't until Yeyun's stiff body hit Leng Yi's body that a hoarse snort of pain broke the dead silence.

How fast Ye Yun rushed forward, Leng Yi was a mortal after all, as soon as Ye Yun Fang collided with it, he heard the sound of Leng Yi's sternum shattering. Night Cloud flew out of the lawn with Leng Yi like an arrow from the string.

However, a faint blue soft light came in an instant, bringing the night clouds and Leng Yi back to the lawn gently.

Yeyun's mind was still blank at the moment, and her body was stiff as a rock, until the body she was touching trembled, and she heard the slightest muffled snort in her ears, and she suddenly woke up, and in an instant, she turned over and wanted to investigate the injury under Leng Yi's feet.

However, as soon as Fang turned over, he saw the figure beside him, and Yeyun was instantly stunned, because that figure had already penetrated deep into her bone marrow and could never be erased.

Yeyun stood on his feet together, knelt on the lawn, and said in a trembling voice, "Holy Master."

I saw that the figure was wrapped in a wide robe, and there seemed to be a layer of fog on the neck, which was not real. However, Night Cloud now hung straight down to the lawn, and did not dare to look at it more. There was no echo, and the figure seemed to have not heard the call of the night clouds.

Leng Yi grabbed the grass on the lawn tightly in his hands, his whole body trembled violently, his palms were covered with sweat, and his hoarse pain snort was extremely low. With his feet falling from his knees, only Bai Sensen's skeleton remained, and it was terrifying to look at.

The hazy figure seemed to be a little surprised, and turned to look, but only one glance, and then quickly turned away, and no longer looked at the two people on the ground.

After a while, the hazy figure suddenly turned to look at Leng Yi again, and a "huh" sound came from the face that was covered by the fog.

At this moment, I saw that Leng Yi Bai Sensen's foot bones were slowly growing a trace of flesh and blood. And between the flesh and blood, some broken bones are gradually recovering.

Even the night clouds. After seeing this kind of scene, she couldn't help but be shocked, it was not the first time she knew that Leng Yi's own recovery power was amazing. But it's horrifying how quickly this kind of injury can heal like this.

At this moment, a cold snort came from a distance, and the voice was extremely cold, as if it could freeze people's hearts.

It was none other than Yan Junhan, who had left not long ago, only to see a black dress like ink, an expressionless face, and extremely empty eyes. There seemed to be a wild bird and beast struggling to rush in the pupils, but the pupils were always unbreakable.

The soothsayer turned and looked at the man in black who was approaching.

"Did you save him?" Yan Junhan looked at the prophet and said softly.

"Yes," the prophet said only one word, and then fell silent.

Yan Jun walked to a halt outside the prophet's five zhang, stopped in place, and confronted the prophet.

For a while, the surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet. I didn't see any spiritual power pouring out of my body, but I saw sparks constantly rubbing and flying between the two.

Seeing this, Yeyun didn't care about the injuries on his hands, and Jin rushed straight to Leng Yi. Wrap your arms around him and rush into the distance. He didn't stop until he was far enough away from the two prophets.

I saw sparks flying between the prophet and Yan Junhan, and the piercing "snort" sound became louder and louder, and countless grasses and dirt rose from the ground. Whirling between the two, then turning to powder in the flicker of sparks.

The dust wrapped the two of them tightly. In the distance, Leng Yi and Yeyun were almost able to see the figures of the two of them.

"Bang"

There was a loud bang, and the lawn between the two was crushed by an invisible force. A huge pit suddenly formed, and the prophet and Yan Junhan stood at both ends of the pit.

Suddenly, red light and blue light burst out from the two of them at the same time, and the sky flashed out, instantly illuminating the entire lawn, which was daytime at the moment, but these two rays of light were more dazzling than the sunlight in the sky.

In the flickering light, Leng Yi and the night clouds in the distance were swept by the light curtain, and they were immediately struck by lightning, both vomiting blood and flying upside down, Leng Yi's feet were healing at the moment.

The entire lawn was overturned by two rays of light, revealing a large area of yellow soil, but neither of them had the intention of stopping, and the spiritual power continued to gush out of their bodies, and the spiritual power within a radius of a hundred zhang was surging.

A blood-red aura came out of Yan Junhan's body, and he immediately forced the blue light curtain back a few feet.

The prophet snorted lightly, and the blue light in his left hand was even worse, rushing towards the direction where the anger was surging, and as soon as the two rays of light came into contact, they suddenly rumbled like the sky and the earth cracked, and the surrounding grass and trees flew all around, and the giant trees "creaked", and then turned into debris and scattered, and the earth cracked one after another, and the area between the two became the Shura field at this moment, and any physical object would turn into dust.

"Boom"

There was a loud bang, the blue light and the red light collided violently, and the area between the two exploded instantly, and a strong domineering force rose into the sky, shaking the two people facing each other in the opposite direction.

The two of them competed with each other, affecting the pond fish, and the two outside the field were once again affected by the battle between the two prophets, and at the same time that the spiritual power exploded, the fluctuations rushed out of the hundred zhang away, and the night clouds and Leng Yi flew again.

Leng Yi's entire body was dripping with blood at this moment, if it weren't for the faint ups and downs on his chest, Yeyun would have thought that he would die. And Yeyun is no better, the purple clothes have become bloody clothes at this moment, the originally clean clothes are now bloodstained, the face is pale and haggard, and the hair is messy, like a beggar in the market, and there is no trace of the demeanor of the previous goddess.

The two people who confronted each other in the field were each shocked fifty feet away, and under their feet, two shocking ravines stood horizontally, and the two ravines formed a long straight line. And between the two, a huge pit with a radius of ten zhang appeared.

This is just a small temptation for the two of them, if they go all out, I really can't imagine if this forest will still exist.

The dust obscured the sky, and all kinds of fragments of trees were still fluttering and scattering in the air, hazy, and scattered for a long time.

When the dust finally cleared, the land was clearly revealed, the original blue lawn was now gone, and all the substance was reduced to flying ashes, only a huge pit stood in the middle of the pit, and at both ends of the pit, two gullies like giant swords stretched to the north and south.

After this battle, the strength of the two can be said to be equal, and they are invincible and defeated. At this moment, the momentum emanating from the two of them became even colder. I saw that Yan Junhan's eyes were slightly closed, and the blood-red aura was like a substance outside his body. It gets thicker and thicker, and soon the whole body is submerged.

The prophet became even more hazy and ethereal, as if he was about to disappear from this world, and a blue light suddenly expanded from the inside out.

At this moment, a very discordant voice came, "Holy Master, quickly, quickly save him."

The voice of the night cloud came from a hundred zhang away, and the voice was obviously extremely weak.

The growing blue light froze for a moment, and the prophet glanced back at Leng Yi and the night clouds a hundred feet away. The blue light suddenly retracted into his body, revealing his voluminous robe, but his face was still unrecognizable.

The prophet turned his head to look at Yan Junhan, and a magnetic voice came from under his hazy face, "Good."

"Really?" Yan Junhan didn't seem to want to continue to move, the blood-red aura quickly retracted into his body, a strange smile appeared on his face, and said, "If my guess is right." You're the Lord of Meteorite Peak, aren't you?"

"So what?"

Yan Junhan's smile was even worse, but the smile was extremely evil, and he also said, "Very good." After finishing speaking, he turned and walked out, seemingly walking very slowly. But it only disappeared from everyone's sight in a moment.

The cold voice came from the direction where Yan Junhan disappeared, "I will go to Meteorite Peak for another day."

The prophet watched as Yan Jun Han disappeared. He stopped talking, turned around and floated towards the night clouds a hundred feet away.

The two wolves outside the field are unbearable. The night clouds lay on the ground, the blood soaked the clothes all over the body, and only a few places that had not been stained by blood could be vaguely seen and the original color of the clothes could be seen, and the face was covered with a thick layer of soil, leaving only two eyes that were difficult to open, and two lines of tears mixed with yellow soil fell from the corners of the mouth.

She was still staring at the breathing man beside her.

And Leng Yi on the side, except for the felt hat has not been blown off, but the rest of the parts have long been deformed and twisted, not humanoid, except for being able to breathe, the whole person is already unknown to the world, but the injuries around the body are still automatically repairing slowly, it can be seen that at this moment, layers of tender flesh have gradually grown on the skeleton of the feet.

"Did he imprison your spiritual powers?" asked the Prophet as he approached, his voice still unwavering, as if he had not caused the earth-shattering scene just now.

Yeyun didn't have any strength at this point, just nodded slowly, and continued to look at Leng Yi beside her, she seemed to have exhausted all her courage, and finally raised her head with difficulty, but her eyes did not look directly at the prophet.

"Holy Master is merciful, please save his life", the words fell, and Yeyun fainted.

The flowers bloom and fall, the grass grows and the kites fly, and they have spent countless painful torments, perhaps just a moment.

However, a dream can be as long as another life, overlapping and overlapping, hovering between the virtual and the real, which is indisputable.

Yesterday is not far away, but it can only be farther and farther away, ask the sky, who can reverse the fate of the days?

No matter how long the dream is, it will always wake up. In a trance, she was still calling the name "Leng Yi".

A thunderous voice exploded from the depths of her heart, and she suddenly woke up, and the loud noise was like coming from the Nine Hells of Purgatory, which made her extremely frightened. Yeyun tensed his body, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw a man in a wide robe standing on a cliff not far away.

"Holy Master," she muttered to herself.

Then, as if remembering something, she looked around, but to her disappointment, there was nothing around her that she was looking for.

And this place, she is all too familiar, it has become her home for twenty years.

"Are you awake?" said the oversized robe.

Yeyun struggled to sit up, she was so tired that she felt a great pain all over her body even when she moved her fingers, and the prophet was in front of her, and the awe from the depths of her soul had not diminished by half a minute, and she forced herself to brace herself up, wanting to salute the prophet, but as soon as she got up, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and she was unable to sit back in her place.

After a while, Yeyun called softly, "Holy Master, I ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the prophet waved his hand to interrupt him, "Why were you blocked by that person's spiritual power?"

The Prophet's figure drifted towards the night clouds, stopping three feet away.

Nightcloud unconsciously lowered her head when she saw the Prophet floating in her direction, a kind of awe that came from the depths of the soul, not to be blasphemed, not to be faced.

"I was caught by him", Yeyun never liked words, let alone in front of the prophet.

"Oh?" the prophet snorted and said no more.

Yeyun suddenly felt like falling into an ice cellar, the cold spread all over his body, and his body trembled unconsciously.

"Am I that scary?" the prophet asked, his magnetic voice at this point.

"No, it's not," Yeyun's voice trembled a little at the moment.

"Stretch out your hand", the prophet said straight without waiting for Yeyun to finish speaking.

Hearing this, Yeyun stretched out his left hand forward, his eyes looking at the ground, and he never dared to look at the prophet.

However, the prophet only glanced at her, then turned away from her, "There is such a means, and it is worthy of such blood."

When Yeyun heard this, her heart trembled, she had long known that Yan Junhan was by no means an ordinary person in the cultivation world, but to be able to get such an evaluation from the Holy Master, this person's cultivation must be unfathomable. But what the Holy Master said about "that kind of bloodline" was not something she could understand, and the Holy Master didn't say it, and she didn't dare to ask, but just stood aside and waited for the Holy Master to speak.

After a long time, with a wave of his hand, an object flew out of its wide inky cuffs and landed on the ground in front of Nightcloud.

Yeyun looked up slightly, and saw that the object thrown was a small blue porcelain vase, which was crystal clear, as if there was dew swirling on it. Just by looking at the porcelain vase, you can see that the contents of the bottle are nothing but extraordinary. For a while, Yeyun didn't dare to reach out to pick it up, but just stared at it in a daze.

"This is a flame anther liquid, you take two drops, it will help you repair the dark wound on your hand."

When Yeyun heard this, his whole body couldn't help but tremble. Because, the porcelain vase contained the legendary flame flower that only blooms once in a hundred years.

"This, this is the flame anther liquid?" Yeyun was suddenly terrified, such a magic medicine, the prophet would actually give it to her? Could it be that the prophet is not as indifferent as it seems? (To be continued......