Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

The big man was silent for a while, and calmed down, "If you want to save this child, I will give it to you... Can you let me live?"

"You're sensible... tell me where I caught the person, and I'll send it back for you," Feng Yangye didn't expect it to be so easy, but thinking about it, if the cultivator on the opposite side didn't sell this overseas immortal cultivator, he would have lost hundreds of dollars. It doesn't matter if a piece of spirit stone is dead, this person is really knowledgeable.

"Okay, let me tell you..." The big man watched him take a few steps forward, Feng Yangye suddenly became alert, and as expected, several silver needles popped out of the cuffs of the opposite monk, and a long ice blue light flashed past, almost A silver needle shattered and released bursts of poisonous demon energy, Feng Yangye frowned, "Are you a demon cultivator?"

When the big man saw that the silver needle was broken, he hugged the boy and turned around to run without saying a word. The ice blue long light flashed towards him and pressed against his throat.

Feng Yangye walked over and stretched out his hand, "Give me the man."

The big man looked at him, and slowly let go... Feng Yangye hugged him, and raised his hand to withdraw the sword, but the big man seemed very nervous, thinking that he was going to make a move, and turning his hands was a few hidden weapons, but it was a pity that he couldn't escape in time The blue long sword pierced Moxiu's throat, Feng Yangye frowned and threw away the exquisite sharp blade he just caught. He didn't want to kill Moxiu at first, he just planned to teach him a lesson. So restless.

"Uh..." The young man in his arms moaned, Feng Yangye lowered his head, saw the young man's frowning brows, and softly comforted him: "It's all right, I'll send you to find your master."

There were footsteps coming from behind, Feng Yangye turned his head vigilantly, and saw a familiar figure under the moonlight, it was the master of the child in his arms, and there was a woman behind him...he vaguely remembered that the monk mentioned that this The child also has a mistress.

"Lu Er!" The monk ran over eagerly, and Feng Yangye only smiled, and it seemed that something was wrong. The monk's eyes... were strange, with a sinister aura.

He held the young man in one hand, and held the long sword in the other hand. He took a step back vigilantly, and suddenly felt a pain in his chest. The needle went into his chest... Is this a game?

"Shangxian Yangye... Didn't count it?" The young man was pushed out from his arms, Feng Yangye took a few steps back and looked at the people in surprise, "Who are you?"

"Someone bought your life from the Promise Hall... 30 high-grade spirit stones, think about who you have offended recently," the demonic energy on the young man's wrist quickly dissipated, and the skin shattered inch by inch from his wrist, turning into He found a rickety old man, who turned out to be a demon cultivator with a late Golden Core cultivation base.

Two monks, a man and a woman, came up from behind, and the woman smiled slyly as she saw the blood on his chest, "It took us a while to plan to kill you, and it took a lot of effort. We have put in a lot of effort to look like an elder, Shangxian Yangye, your death is worth it."

The Promise Hall... The Demonic Dao Sect... Feng Yangye didn't even think of who would buy his life with them for a while, he had almost never offended anyone... But at this moment, he couldn't care less about these things, the silver that had entered his body The needle had already turned into a toxin that had penetrated into the flesh and scatter. In just a few breaths, his spiritual power was already stagnant. It seems that they really put a lot of thought into dealing with him. Mortal monks can't learn it. The skin-changing technique, the set of broken skins and the poisonous needle are all rare things that have a price but no market.

"Don't worry, the immortal golden elixir on this needle can seal your meridians and dantian for a few hours to make it easier for us to do it. After a while, our people will bring your newly-accepted little apprentice to do it in front of you." Die, I'll kill you again... Even if I send you off, the mission we took was to kill you alone, but since you brought your apprentice here, it's not good for him to stay in Mochizuki, where he's not familiar. Right? I just want to have a companion for you on the way," the crooked old man said slowly with a bloodthirsty and sinister smile on his face.

Following his words, Feng Yangye's expression turned ugly, he held the sword in his hand and wanted to leave with the sword, but found that there was an enchantment in this place early in the morning, and when the two demon cultivators approached, they opened it to prevent him from leaving, seeing this He couldn't help showing anxiety, "Twelve..."

Feng Yangye turned his head and looked at the few people, feeling that not only his spiritual power was not functioning, but even his hands and feet were softened. Looking busy, he slowly formed a formation, and the surroundings became sultry, as if standing in a furnace, the water vapor was exhausted, and the water-attributed long sword hummed and was obviously suppressed. This formation is not an ordinary formation. , as if specially restraining this sword, "The sword is really a good sword, but it's a pity that it has recognized the master. If the immortal dies, this cold soul will be destroyed. It's really a waste."

"You have already sent someone to look for him, haven't you?" Feng Yangye looked at the three demon cultivators in a hurry, and the female cultivator was the weakest among them, and she still had the early Golden Core cultivator. Because, this trip to the Wuji Hall is considered cautious. If there are other accidents, it will not be a problem for a few people to take one of his golden cores that are poisoned in his body and climb to the top.

"Don't worry, Shangxian, you will see your precious apprentice in a quarter of an hour or two. We will try to slow down the death of the disciple when the time comes, so that you two can show the friendship between master and apprentice."

Feng Yangye took a deep breath, looked solemnly at the few people who seemed to have made some decision, took off the coat and the gauze inside and threw them aside, and stared at the few people with his smooth muscular chest.

The middle-aged man next to him showed a bit of frivolity on his face: "Shangxian's skin is really good... It's a pity, once the poison enters his body, he can't be a furnace for a while, but I don't mind sharing with the corpse." Have a good time, Shangxian young man has become a talent and has an elegant reputation, I'm afraid you haven't tasted this kind of joy yet?"

Feng Yangye gave him a cold look, and poured his consciousness into the formation behind him, "You can't blame me if you want to die..."

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Shui Wufeng, who killed several magic cultivators at the inn, was worried about something wrong with Feng Yangye, so he was about to go out. The enchantment set up at the door rushed in.

"Twelve..." Feng Yangye's hair was disheveled, and the white clothes wrapped around his body were covered with blood. He didn't look like a fairy cultivator in a hurry, and he hugged him as soon as he came in.

Shui Wufeng hugged him suspiciously, feeling that his body was hot and trembling, and kept chanting the name he gave himself, "Twelve...don't be afraid, Master is back...Master I promised you to protect you, I will not abandon you...don't be afraid..."

How did you get hurt like this?At the same time as a wave of anger surged up, Shui Wufeng found that his demonic nature was aroused, and the medicinal fragrance on Xianxiu's body was stronger than usual, leaking out of the white clothes and rushing into his mouth and nose. I found that the hand holding Feng Yangye's shoulder was much stronger than usual, but Xianxiu didn't seem to know the pain, and held him and didn't let go.

"Master?" Chijiri hastily closed the door and set up a barrier to block the people from the inn outside, then carried Feng Yangye to the bed, watching him struggling to breathe, suddenly felt a little anxious... What the hell did this Xianxiu do outside?If he had known earlier, he would not have let him run out alone, Shui Wufeng subconsciously felt distressed, held his breath and held Xianxiu's hand, and penetrated his spiritual sense into his body to explore his dantian.

At first glance, his expression became a bit more dignified, the large area of ​​damaged tendons in the chest was relatively light, and the golden core in Feng Yangye's belly was full of cracks, and it would be very likely to put it on ordinary Xianxiu's body. Eight and Nine are already dead, not to mention walking, such an injury may not be able to lift up the strength even to breathe. After careful inspection, one can see a strange spiritual force being sent from his body into the dantian non-stop. Dan would recover every few seconds, and then the fine cracks would be opened again by the excess spiritual power, maintaining his life, but it was hard to imagine how much pain it would cause.

Xianxiu probably lost his mind at this moment, he kept murmuring and hugged him, he wanted to pull the person away but he didn't have the strength to shake the monster's body, Shui Wufeng hesitated for less than a breath, and turned back to his body with the boy's face With a tall figure, he pulled him into his arms and gently held the sweaty face, "Tell me who hurt you."

Feng Yangye sensed that the person next to him was not like Cai just now, and instinctively struggled to call out the magic weapon: "Who are you?... Where is Twelve? What did you do to him?"

"Look at me, don't be afraid, I'm twelve," Chijiri tried his best to put down his tone, and stretched out Ningyuan Hanpo's hand to block it, and looked at Feng Yangye's confused look, and his heart softened.

Feng Yangye held Shui Wufeng's hand and touched the Zongyin in his palm, then he was in a daze for a while, frowned, raised his hand and pressed his shoulder, "Uh...it hurts..."

"Let me take a look?" Shui Wufeng felt that Xianxiu was lying in his arms defenselessly, heaved a sigh of relief, and peeled off the messy white clothes on Feng Yangye's body to see the bloodstains and unhealed sword wounds on his back His heart tightened, and the place where the formation was engraved was covered by blood, leaving a bright red piece, and a faint golden light shone.

"I'm uncomfortable..." Feng Yangye's mind seemed to be further blurred by the flashing formation. He held his stomach and bowed and tightened his waist into the arms of the monster. Shui Wufeng felt his clothes slowly Wet together, the voice of the person in his arms was full of resistance and trembling: "I don't want to cultivate...I don't want to be soaked in water...I don't want to stay here...Father, take me away...Father..."