The cute sword breaks the sky!

These sects all have their own calculations.

Small and medium sects already have the heart of a cheetah, and want to leap to the big sect.

As for the great sect, they already have the heart of a tiger and wolf, and want to replace the super sect and become the pillar of the world of cultivating immortals.

So, how can these people work together?

What's more, if you want to resist the demons this time, you will definitely sacrifice something.

No one is willing to take the initiative to sacrifice.

Therefore, even if Daoist Xuanlu knows that the world of cultivating immortals is weak at this moment, and wants to change this phenomenon, he can't do it.

However, when the headman saw such a real Xuanlu, he just curled his lips slightly, with a hint of helplessness on his lips. He gazed at the real Xuanlu tenderly, his eyes full of helplessness and pampering.

You are always like this, trying to take all the burdens on yourself.

But, do you know that many things do not require you to carry them alone.

I'm still here, aren't I?

However, the head of the sect didn't say anything to comfort Master Xuanlu, because he knew that what Master Xuanlu needed was his actions, not his rhetoric.

Even if he said it, Master Xuan Lu would not feel at ease, and would only have a lower impression of him.

But at this time, dark clouds suddenly gathered and rained violently.

"Crash!"

The violent storm suddenly turned into a tornado, attacking Wen Moyuan and Zhuhe.

But Wen Moyuan just hugged Zhuhe tightly, raised his head slightly, his expression was indifferent, he just raised his right hand, and the fretboard on his fingers flashed a glimmer of light.Afterwards, Wen Mo Yuan curled his lips slightly, revealing an elegant and charming smile.

But looking from afar, Honglian could only see chaos in front of her.

During the process of the tornado constantly hitting Wen Moyuan, Honglian was always acting as the background board.

Say, what happened?

He seemed to be able to vaguely see Wen Moyuan hugging Zhuhe tightly.

Well……

It seemed that he couldn't see anything else.

Why did the tornado block his view?

why?

In other words, how did this tornado come out?

It's really strange.

Honglian didn't know what happened, so he hurriedly asked Master,

"Master! Will that Zhuhe die? It's so dangerous there!"

"No." Master Xuanlu heard Honglian's urgent inquiry, and he still asked about Zhuhe's health and safety, his face was slightly gloomy, but he just glanced at Honglian indistinctly, then shook his head and said: " Don't worry, Wen Moyuan even sacrificed his cultivation for Zhuhe. This kind of person will stick to Zhuhe."

"But master, he hurt Zhuhe before, didn't he?" Hong Lian couldn't understand Wen Moyuan's behavior.

In his mind, he could only recall the scene of being beaten by Wen Moyuan in the first meeting.

That Wen Moyuan is so hateful!

How can Wen Moyuan be worthy of Zhuhe?

Zhuhe looked gentle and considerate, why should such a character be ruined by this Wen Moyuan?

Thinking about it, Honglian didn't know why, and an unknown fire began to burn.

He was filled with anxiety and anger.

What is that Wen Moyuan?

To treat Zhuhe like this!

It's just a sin to die for!

However, Master Xuanlu seemed to be unable to understand Honglian's emotions at all. He just looked at Honglian's complexion turning red and turning blue, pursed his lips slightly, and thought to himself: Could it be that this disciple was too stimulated, so he changed his mind? Into this crazy look?