God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

For so many years, He Yun has been controlling Shen Xiuyun's movements through Shen Xinhong. After all, he is the identical brother of the Holy Infant who meets once in a thousand years, so he cares about it inexplicably. He was very satisfied when he saw Shen Xiuyun lose his mother when he was young, his brother passed away, his father and son were separated, and his wife died one after another. That's right, one lucky star and one lone star, fortune is on the opposite side of fate, that's right. So when he knew that the woman beside Shen Xiuyun had been with him for many years, he also deliberately investigated it.

So when Zhou Jingyan walked to the devastated valley and looked around blankly, He Yun said with a sense of malice that Shen Xiujun had ruined a good thing: "Your husband is dead. His soul is gone and he will never be reincarnated."

Zhou Jingyan didn't believe it. He could still feel Shen Xiuyun's aura here, and it was everywhere. She didn't believe anything this smelly old man said. She glanced at her master, but she looked away. Zhou Jingyan's heart sank, and he looked at Xuanyuan who was in a mess but was attacking He Yun fiercely. Xuanyuan felt the look in Zhou Jingyan's eyes and looked back at her with some compassion in his eyes.

"Hahaha, stop following your useless master and join me instead. Your useless master and master can't protect you at all. And your little junior sister, I can make her a saint and give it to you. How about finding a good-looking and handsome man so that you can live a long life together and enjoy eternal youth."

"Shut up." Xuan Yuan kicked He Yun down with his skills restored to half, "If you don't want to die, just stop saying a few words."

He Yun looked at Xuan Yuan with an idiotic look, "Did you get the situation wrong?"

Xuan Yuan struck faster and more urgently, but more and more flaws were exposed all over his body. He was soon hit in the chest by a palm from He Yun, and flew more than two meters away with blood spurting out.

The injuries he suffered before were not worth mentioning to Xuan Yuan. He has a lifespan of more than a hundred years and a Taoist practice of more than a hundred years. His body is actually much stronger than ordinary people. But it was different just now. Although He Yun was a misguided demon who devoted himself to studying the art of longevity, and when he absorbed the Holy Infant's spiritual energy, he was tricked by the two brothers Shen Xiujun in the form of self-destruction. Now He still maintains a half-human form and half-skeleton state, but after all, he has almost 200 years more skill than Xuanyuan, and he hits Xuanyuan's vitals just right. After this palm strike, Xuan Yuan vomited several mouthfuls of blood but did not get up.

"Uncle," Zhou Jingyan shouted. Xuan Yuan saw that Zhou Jingyan's eyes were already close to red and shook his head weakly at him.

"Uncle." Zhou Jingyan's master squatted next to Xuan Yuan.

"Look at her." Xuan Yuan spat out another mouthful of blood. He couldn't remember the last time he was so seriously injured.

"Tsk, Junior Sister Yujing, don't follow the useless master sect. It doesn't matter if your crippled husband is dead. You follow me. Our Fuyao sect has a wonderful method of dual cultivation. Senior brother will take you straight to the Gate of Paradise." Taoist Qingchen put aside his past deliberateness. The image he created as a refined and refined man was teasing Zhou Jingyan obscenely.

"Get out." Zhou Jingyan glanced at Qingchen. Qingchen's eyes met hers, and his eyes were red and filled with murderous intent. He couldn't say the next words, because Zhou Jingyan just waved his hand and fell back. He went out, and then his heart felt like it was being grabbed hard and pinched in the palm of his hand. The pain was so painful that he couldn't say a word. He could only widen his eyes and open his mouth in vain. He obviously breathed in air, but But it can't reach the lungs.

Taoist Master Qingchen has no talent in cultivation and cannot calm down, but he has a very good appearance. He has been carved out of ice since he was a child. As he gets older, his ability to talk nonsense to people and ghosts becomes more obvious. She coaxed her to smile up and down. Later, he gained the favor of He Yun. He Yun only taught him some of the most basic skills of the Taoist sect, and then made him study and practice diligently the behaviors that the sect required of his disciples hundreds of years ago. Finally, he became Fuyao. The appearance of the house, especially those from rich families, is like a duck in water when dealing with them.

But at this moment, he didn't even have time to think about his life. He only saw Zhou Jingyan's red eyes, but he seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world. He stretched out his hand to He Yun in vain: Master, save me.

He Yun frowned and squatted down. He didn't feel any fluctuations in spiritual energy just now. Before he could detect Qingchen's pulse, Qingchen died in front of his eyes.

It's a pity that it took a lot of effort to cultivate this facade.

He Yun suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Zhou Jingyan: "Okay, the majestic Qingyun Mountain, which claims to be orthodox in Taoism for thousands of years, is blatantly raising evil spirits."