Destroy my Dantian and take away my holy body? I'll kill you all over the house

I saw Xuanyuan Changqing looking at Xuanyuan Hui with a painful expression. The protective spiritual power around his body was getting weaker and weaker, and it was obviously time for the spiritual power to be exhausted.

That look in his eyes seemed to return to his youth.

Dependence and reliance on Master Xuanyuan Hui.

After causing a catastrophe, when he was in trouble, the young Xuanyuan Changqing always looked at Xuanyuan Hui with this look.

The helpless child is asking adults for help.

Xuanyuan Hui looked at the three of them kindly, without any unnecessary movement: "You three, come to my teacher's side quickly!"

"Master..."

Sima Hong's voice was filled with tears, and his eyes were wet with tears.

His body suddenly fell, falling towards thousands of thorns.

"Hong'er!"

Xuanyuan Hui blurted out Sima Hong's nickname and flew to save him.

"Master..."

Who knew that Song Yan's feeble voice came from behind him again.

While he was stunned, two screams suddenly stopped and came from the trap below.

Sima Hong and Song Yan actually fell into the trap. One was on his back, and the other was on his back. They were pierced by dozens of thorns. After a while, a burst of green smoke rose up, and they turned into a pile of black soil.

"Hong'er, Yan'er——"

Xuanyuan Hui, who was over a hundred years old, was grief-stricken and burst into tears.

While he was shouting, he flew towards Xuanyuan Changqing.

He caught Xuanyuan Changqing in time, who was about to fall down due to overdraft. He looked at the place where Sima Hong and Song Yan died with a pale face, his eyes were red and swollen, and he was filled with anger.

"Dugu Xuan, ancestor, I will kill you to avenge my two disciples!"

Xuanyuan Hui gritted his teeth and angrily scolded Dugu Xuan, who was watching the show above.

But in the middle of the killing array, he couldn't help himself. He didn't even have a chance to touch Dugu Xuan's finger, let alone take revenge.

Dugu Xuan laughed it off without batting an eyelid: "In my opinion, you are all ants, not worth mentioning at all. Xuanyuan Hui, if you had the ability to kill me, you wouldn't stand inside and talk to me!"

"You...bitch!" Xuanyuan Hui no longer cared about the demeanor of a master. In his anger, he wanted to curse loudly. He searched for the words in his mind and finally came up with the word "bitch".

From the perspective of outsiders, Xuanyuan Hui usually looks solemn and solemn, but suddenly curses in anger, but it is a different and interesting scene.

Sima Hong actually died like this?

Yun Qian felt like he was dreaming. Sima Hong, his enemy framed by Tianlei Pavilion, died in the formation.

She couldn't tell what it felt like, refreshing? regret?

nothing.

Sima Hong is just a pawn and a lackey of Dugu Xuan.

In the final analysis, the injustice Yun Qian suffered came from Dugu Xuan, not the lackey Sima Hong. Where did the hatred come from?

regret? Not to mention, if there is one less villain like Sima Hong in the world, it would be a good thing if Yun Qian doesn't applaud him.

"You want to save them?" Rong Zheng noticed that Yun Qian was sizing up Xuanyuan Hui and his apprentice, trying to figure out Yun Qian's thoughts.

"You are wrong, it would be better if Tianlei Pavilion was destroyed!"

Yun Qian glanced at him noncommittally and made no next move.

Xuanyuan Hui protected Xuanyuan Changqing in the spiritual power shield, which consumed more spiritual power, which also caused Xuanyuan Hui's spiritual power to be exhausted earlier.

As expected, the master and disciple would both fall and turn into scorched earth in a quarter of an hour.

"Spirit Master, how come Yun Qian and the others have no influence at all? Everyone in the other sects is almost dead!"

He Yiming saw people from various sects falling into traps one after another, and then being burned to ashes by the high temperature, but only Yun Qian and his party remained calm, which felt very unreasonable.

"Hmph, they probably have immortal weapons to protect them, so they are not afraid of fireworks!"

When Dugu Xuan saw that Yun Qian and others were safe, she didn't panic and gave He Yiming a few instructions.

Upon hearing this, He Yiming's originally panicked expression instantly became confident, and he quietly left with a sinister smile.

"Master, your spiritual power has been almost exhausted. Give up as a disciple. This will be the last time that the disciple pays filial piety to you!"

Xuanyuan Changqing looked at Xuanyuan Hui miserably and made a choice.

Although he was relieved for a moment, he soon found that Xuanyuan Hui's body was shaking and crumbling.

Obviously Xuanyuan Hui is almost at the end of his rope, but his willpower is struggling to hold on.

But the fiery temperature will only get higher and higher, and no matter how strong your willpower is, you can't resist it.

"No, even if I die, I will never let you go again!"

Xuanyuan Hui closed his eyes and used his spiritual power to support himself.

The two disciples, Sima Hong and Song Yan, disappeared right before his eyes. As a master, he could not even protect his own disciples. This was the cruel fact that he could not accept the most.

Now there is only Xuanyuan Changqing left, and Xuanyuan Hui can no longer let go.

"Oops!" Although he spoke eloquently, Xuanyuan Hui frowned and realized that his Dantian was empty and could no longer circulate his spiritual power.

His body suddenly lost control and fell downwards.

Xuanyuan Changqing fell faster without the spiritual protection of Xuanyuan Hui.

"Chang Qing, I will accompany you as my master..."

Xuanyuan Hui smiled bitterly, feeling relieved at this moment.

Manpower is limited, and many things cannot be resisted. It is better to comply with destiny.

"Master..." Xuanyuan Changqing was also relieved, and at that moment he showed a satisfied smile.

At least at the last moment of your life, you will still have your closest loved ones with you, so you will not be afraid of anything.

Xuanyuan Changqing was swallowed up by the trap, then turned into a burst of fire and burned into scorched earth.

Xuanyuan Hui followed closely behind, he closed his eyes and suffered death.

But the next moment, his body levitated, his collar was lifted up, and he rose slowly.

The terrifying high temperature around him disappeared instantly.

A familiar voice sounded in his ears: "How can a strong man in the Heavenly Stem Realm fall so easily? I won't agree!"

Xuanyuan Hui was stunned and turned to look at the other party.

I saw a mysterious smile at the corner of Yun Qian's mouth, which was strange and wonderful.

Facing Xuanyuan Hui's empty eyes, Yun Qian said calmly: "I can only save one person, and I only have time to save you!"

Xuanyuan Hui closed his eyes, and two lines of tears rolled down his face.

These were the tears of a hundred-year-old monster, which you would never see on a daily basis.

Yun Qian couldn't help but turn her face to look.

But it is extremely touching. This tear carries a hundred years of vicissitudes of emotion, and cannot be compared to the tears of ordinary young people who are willful and spontaneous.

"Take a Huiyuan Pill quickly!"

Yun Qian handed him the pill.

Xuanyuan Hui did not answer, but looked blankly at the trap at his feet, where his three disciples died.

There was no other way, Yun Qian could only stuff the elixir into his mouth, and said in a threatening tone: "Xuanyuan Hui, listen to me. After the formation is broken later, I need you to take action to deal with them. Just give it to me." Take the medicine."

"Why are you talking to this stubborn old man? Do you need to feed me the medicine?"

Rong Zheng's face darkened and he tugged at Yun Qian's hand. Yun Qian was so proactive towards others and even gave Xuanyuan Hui medicine? He really couldn't stand it anymore...