Fast time travel: the villain, he acts as a monster in front of mind-reading crazy critics every day

However, that stupid man was very self-aware, when he rushed to Wu Yixi's side, he quickly grabbed Wu Yixi's elbow.

"Fellow Taoist, you are from the Qingcheng sect, save me, save me, I want to go out, this place is really scary!"

Seeing this man grabbing Wu Yixi's arm, Ye Chaojun became a little angry for no reason.

"You go up now!" Ye Chaojun gathered his energy suddenly, and a powerful airflow rose from under his feet, instantly engulfing the man and flying straight out of the top of the mountain.

There was only a long series of screams in Wu Yixi's ears, and the sleeves were scratched a little by that man.

"Brother, he won't fall to his death, right?"

"Anyway, he is one of the heirs of the Hundred Families of the Immortal Gate, so he wouldn't fall to his death so easily."

Wu Yixi blinked slowly, "Oh."

"But the others don't seem to want to go out yet."

The hurricane became more and more violent, and all the surrounding grass, leaves and rocks were swept up in it, and those who hadn't had time to evacuate from the hurricane's surroundings died directly, but this time, even the blood mist did not appear.

It shattered into crumbs and dried into invisible dust.

"It's not good! Everyone should retreat first, and use the voice transmission spell to notify the heads of each family..."

"I've tried it, and the voice transmission spell can't be transmitted at all!"

"It's bad! The barrier surrounding Cangya Mountain cannot be opened, and we are all trapped!"

Every piece of news was like bad news. Everyone felt more and more depressed, and they evacuated one after another. After all, no matter how precious a sword is, it must have a life.

At this time, the heirs of the Hundred Families of Xianmen had fallen34.

Ye Chaojun pulled Wu Yixi out of the sword cave, and the huge hurricane was no longer satisfied with the cave in Cangya Mountain, it divided into many small hurricanes and began to wander around.

Everyone is busy escaping for their lives, but their physical strength will be exhausted, and their speed will slow down. At this time, Cangya Mountain is like a purgatory, with people constantly crying, or losing limbs, or directly dying.

In just half an hour, the death toll soared to 67.

Wu Yi hoped that Ye Chaojun, whose physical strength was beginning to decline, had thin sweat on his forehead, and his mental strength was highly concentrated, pulling Wu Yixi to flee the hurricanes that were attacking back and forth. It was a matter of human life, and he did not dare to slack off at all.

Wu Yixi let go of Ye Chaojun's hand and stopped silently.

"Senior brother, I probably know how to calm down the anger of Chongsheng."

Ye Chaojun was stunned for a moment, "You know? How to do it?"

"Brother, hold on, I'll go talk to that sword."

Ye Chaojun's pupils shrank, but before he had time to say anything, a hurricane swept past with the momentum of cutting iron like mud, separating the two people.

Wu Yixi didn't say much, she stepped straight up and walked towards the red creature floating above the mountain top.

Ye Chaojun escaped the hurricane, and looked back at where he was just now, Wu Yixi was gone.

He hurriedly looked up at the sky, Wu Yixi's dodge technique reached the pinnacle, and he reached the top in a short time, pinching the crimson scorpion.

His white clothes were blown up by the strong wind, like the blush of the sunset, reflected on his cheeks and robes, as beautiful as if a god descended into the world, but in the next moment, his flesh was torn, and his whole body burst into hair The silk is broken and scattered with the wind.

"Junior brother!!" Ye Chaojun was so frightened that his mind went blank. He stood there, almost forgetting what to do. Even when the hurricane hit him, he didn't even move his feet.

It's just that the hurricane didn't touch him after all, and dispersed, as if nothing had happened.

There were a total of 120 people who came to the Sword Cave of Cangya Mountain, and now there are only 47 people left.

The man who ran out the first was thrown out of the barrier by Ye Chaojun before the barrier closed and became one of the 47 survivors.

But Wu Yixi, who finally entered the sword cave, sacrificed his body to the sword in order to appease the wrath of life, and became one of the 75th who fell.

At this moment, the barrier disappeared, people from outside poured in, most of them were crying, they couldn't explain to the head, and some of them were thankful that their heir survived the catastrophe.

Ye Chaojun just stared blankly at the top of the mountain, the crimson shovel had already calmed down, flew straight towards Ye Chaojun, and stopped in front of him.

Everyone was jealous and angry. They didn't feel sorry for the person who sacrificed his life to keep them alive, they just cast unkind eyes and left angrily.

After a hundred years, it was the Qingcheng sect who got the sword again, while the other sects paid the blood price for it.

Ye Chaojun couldn't feel the gazes of those people, he stared blankly at Songsheng in front of him, threw it to the ground angrily, took out his saber while crying, and slashed at Songsheng's sword one by one.

"Why, why!! Why are you the one who died!!" Ye Chaojun seemed to be going crazy, wanting to vent, wanting revenge, but he didn't know how to take revenge or who to turn to for revenge.

He even had evil thoughts, there are so many people here, it doesn't matter who dies, why Wu Yixi must die, why should he give up his life without authorization...

Didn't I tell you everything...

Brother will protect you...

You tell senior brother how to calm down the anger, senior brother will go for you..., you are still that heartless and ignorant Wu Yixi.

But he soon realized that this was the sword that the younger brother sacrificed with his life, and he was the evidence that the younger brother wanted to protect him.

Ye Chaojun knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground, tears fell on the blade of Songsheng's sword, washing away a little dust, and the sharp blade also shone with a little cold light.

At the same time, inside Wujiabao.

Wu Yunzhi looked at the image in the mirror and burst into tears.

"Brother...it's really you, you're back..."

The shadow in the mirror didn't cry, it had a blank expression, it was Wu Yixi's face.

"You are...my sister..."

"Yes, I'm your sister, I'm Yun'er, brother...I'm so sad, brother...I really, miss you so much..."

Wu Yixi stared blankly at the woman who was somewhat similar to him, "But I'm just a puppet. If you want a brother, you should be able to be another one to accompany you."

Wu Yunzhi quickly shook his head, choked up and said, "That's different...you are not an ordinary puppet, you are my brother, my only brother."

Wu Yixi gave a half-understood oh, and then he seemed to remember something, and asked, "If I were your brother, why did you throw me away at the foot of Mount Qingcheng ten years ago?"

His voice was faint, and he was always thinking that if he found his sister one day, he would ask her, "I have been looking for you, every day for ten years, but you have never looked for you." pass me."

He wants an answer, but feels that the answer doesn't matter to him, because sadness and joy are not emotions that a puppet will have.