Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

Yin Xiao glanced at the two people who were fighting, and slashed at Yin Su with his palm.

When this palm came, it carried a slight chill, and suddenly turned the jade dew in the sky into hoar frost. If it fell on the body, the meridians would be frostbitten.

Yin Su didn't think he could stand the palm now. After weighing it up, he immediately retreated, but before he retreated, a cloud blue figure blocked him one step at a time.

Yinxiao looked at the green-clothed monk who blocked him, his eyes turned cold, he started to step forward and joined the battle.

The cultivator in Qingshan was only at the peak of foundation establishment, and he was no match for Yinxiao at all. In a short while, he destroyed his dantian and injured his life.

Yin Su glanced at Shiqi who was trapped in his sword intent, knowing that he could not drag it any longer, he changed his fingertips and cast the spell of burning essence and blood.

With the burning of blood essence, his cultivation base began to rise steadily, from Jindan to Yuanying, and then to Huashen, he completely suppressed Shi Qi in an instant.

Yin Su knew that once he used this method, he had to make a quick decision. Before Qi Qi could break his sword intent, he swung his sword again.

This sword is the sword of life and death in the stage of transforming gods.

The sword light streaked across Shiqi's neck, leaving a thin bloodstain.

Before he fell to the ground, Yin Su moved to his side, found the key from the ring, and quickly jumped to the bottom.

He flicked the lock key into the recess, and the dark red door rubbed against the rotating shaft, only to hear a heavy sound, and the sky light poured on the dim stupa.

Yin Su stepped out of the pagoda and swung his sword away.

In an instant, the sword energy soared into the sky.

At the same time, dozens of communication symbols flew out of his hand.

After finishing all this, Yin Su's cultivation had returned to the Golden Core. Due to the loss of essence and blood, he was completely out of strength, and could only support himself with the sword to prevent himself from falling to the ground...

The white snow has not completely melted, the snow on the pagoda has turned into snow water under the sunlight, and the crystal water drops slipped from the eaves and landed on the feet, soaking a small piece of water stains.

Not long after, the water stains were mixed with bright red.

Yin Su didn't care about the injuries on his body, he sensed dozens of auras coming from all directions, and he moved Lingxiyin on his own, "Song Song."

"I'm here," Wen Song responded quickly when he heard Yin Su's voice, "Su Su, how are you? Are you injured?"

Listening to his concerned words, Yin Su smiled slowly on his blood-stained lips, "It's not very good, it's just...you might die with me."

He looked up at the demon cultivators around him, and he clenched Hongxi a little bit. The hilt of the sword was blood red, which was the blood flowing from the tiger's mouth.

Wen Song was sensitive to the pause in Yin Su's words. He stood there with a little sadness and tenderness in his eyes, "Didn't I say I'm not afraid?"

"Yes, you are not afraid."

I am afraid of you, I am afraid that you will be hurt, and you will be wronged. It is not bad to die together like this. Thinking of Wen Song once saying that he has not had time to talk to him, Yin Su suddenly felt a little regretful.

While the two were talking, more than a dozen demon cultivators moved towards Yin Su.

These people are guarding outside, and all of them are cultivators in the Nascent Soul Transformation Stage, and Yin Su, who has fallen in cultivation, has no way to resist.

When these attacks were about to fall on Yin Su, a man in white clothes and a high crown appeared in front of Yin Su.

Looking at Yin Weizhi in front of him, Yin Su was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, he immediately returned to the pagoda and brought Wen Song out.

Seeing his movement, Yin Weizhi didn't stop him. He was investigating with Shen Yu in the Buddhist temple, but after seeing the sword light, he rushed over immediately.

He looked around, and did not use his spiritual thoughts to contend with the demon cultivators around him, "Disciples of the five great immortal sects, come quickly to Jingyin Temple Forest of Steles."

The words contained spiritual power, but within three breaths they reached Fengduya.

Yin Weizhi, who was confronting Moxiu at Fengduya, received the picture of Yinsu's injury from Shennian, and his face sank.

When Lu Zhi heard this voice, his face didn't look any better either. He seemed to inadvertently look at Huiyin who was behind Yin Weizhi, with rebuke in his eyes.

When the other suzerains heard Yin Weizhi's voice, except for Shen Yu, they were all puzzled, "Sect master Yin, what happened to that voice just now?"

"It's a spiritual thought of the deity. If something happens in the Jingyin Temple, it will be transmitted to the deity," Yin Weizhi explained: "Let's retreat first."

Because of Yin Weizhi's decision, this attack on the demon world can only be put on hold for now.

But they wanted to give up, but Lu Zhi disagreed, he poured his spiritual power into the trapped formation on the cliff, and said with a light smile, "Everyone come and leave as you like, so what about the previous provocation against the Demon Realm? "

Seeing that Lu Zhi wanted to stop him, Yin Weizhi raised his hand with a sword. After the people retreated, he quickly began to break the formation. In terms of formation techniques, no one in this world should be able to surpass him. In a short time, he was enveloped in Fengdu Cliff. His barrier was broken, he was worried about his son, he didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately went to the pagoda after breaking the formation.

When the divine sense returned to the body, Yin Weizhi mentioned Sigui and started the killing. This was a one-sided massacre. To Yin Weizhi, these magic cultivators who were two levels lower than him were no different from ants.

The monks who came afterward looked at Yin Weizhi who was on a killing spree, fell silent for a moment, and then also joined in.

In the chaos, Lu Zhi concealed his breath, found the pagoda where Wen Fu was imprisoned, and wanted to leave with his master.

Others can be let go, but Wen Fu absolutely cannot, because his luck is a vital part of the plan.

Although Wen Fu didn't know what happened, but when he saw Lu Zhi, he instinctively felt a palpitation. He brushed away Lu Zhi's hand, and asked coldly, "Where are you taking me?"

Lu Zhi didn't answer, he put a curse on Wen Fu, and led him out of the pagoda by the back.

As for those demon cultivators in the forest of steles, Lu Zhi didn't care.

When Wen Fu was taken away, he saw the monks fighting in the scuffle below, and after thinking about it for a while, he guessed a general idea.

Wen Fu didn't want to be only a container of luck in the future, so he blew his dantian decisively, not because he wanted to seek his own death, but because he concluded that Lu Zhi would not let him die.

In fact, it was true. The moment Lu Zhi blew himself up, Wen Fu immediately penetrated his spiritual power into his dantian, and let him bear the impact of the blew up.

However, such a big movement caught the attention of the cultivators below. Shen Yu and the other great experts looked at Wen Fu, who was held by Lu Zhi, and jumped over.

Lu Zhi looked at the disobedient Wen Fu, with a flash of killing intent in his eyes, he raised his hand to open a gap in space, and was about to lead someone into it.

Shen Yuxiu said of cause and effect, as soon as he saw Wen Fu, he had a deep feeling: this person must be rescued, so he cast a spell to calculate where Lu Zhi's next breath would be.

After Lu Zhi stepped into the rift in space, Shen Yu tore open another rift and pulled the two of them out again. Looking at Wen Fu, who was pale, he said sharply, "Put me down."

Lu Zhi looked at the monks who were besieged around, and blocked Wen Fu behind him.