Master tutoring class

"Be careful", An Heyi reminded again.

"Master, don't come out at that time, trust me, I'm sure I'll be fine." Wen Xiuyuan assured, with a casual smile on his face, as if he was just going to complete a trivial matter.

The space behind the basement was cramped, and the two of them had to stay close together, arms leaning on each other. When warmth came, it was impossible to tell whose body temperature it was.

Wen Xiuyuan squeezed Master's hand tightly, and let it go immediately.

For a moment, An and Yi couldn't tell whether the other party was nervous or just came to tease.

There was boundless silence in the narrow room.

"Da" "da", the sound of footsteps outside the door gradually sounded, beating on the heart one after another, and realized that Jia Yan had arrived.An Heyi moved his body, stretched out his hand, imitating his apprentice's previous movement, holding each other instead, and then quickly let go.

I could feel the body next to me stiffen, and approached with heat, the whole space was filled with dryness.

It made him regret being so impulsive just now.

...it's really embarrassing.

On the other side of the wall, the wooden wheels creaked the floor, and the footsteps next to them made the same dull tone, reminding the two people hiding behind that someone was coming.

In an instant, the ambiguous atmosphere in the small space was swept away, leaving only boundless solemnity.

A young man dressed as a scholar opened the door and came in. He wore a blue-gray gown and had the bun of an ordinary scholar. The gentle expression on his face made him look gentle and elegant.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, probably no one would have guessed that such a Confucian would do such a cruel thing.

On the other side of the wall, the two demon cultivators had already started talking, and An Heyi stretched out his index finger to carefully stroke the apprentice's hand.

"go?"

Wen Xiuyuan shook his head, "No hurry".

Compared to the tension behind the wall, the other two people in the room had a happy conversation, laughing and laughing in their ears, accompanied by a few coughs from Lin Le who pretended to be disabled, An Heyi's worry about his apprentice reached the extreme.

Another light cough.

Wen Xiuyuan moved his body.

An Heyi's heart tightened, and he clenched his hands into fists.

The person next to him rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand to draw something on the wall.

The black mist wrapped around the fingertips and slowly spread out as the fingertips moved.Arriving at every corner, a golden point will be reflected, like the thin sunlight engulfing the darkness.It's a pity that the Golden Crow is fragile after all, and the evil spirit is transpiring, vowing to pull every sun that approaches it into the night together.

Put your hand close to your mouth and bite your fingers apart.A drop of blood fell down.

Falling in the center of the magic circle, the black mist will evade and disperse when it encounters it, and flee in a hurry to the surroundings, as if if it cannot escape, it will be swallowed into the strange red.

The black mist was stained with blood, and looking up into the mist, a huge blood pool was rolling in the center, and it was getting bigger and bigger. The liquid in the pool was squirming, jumping up like an open tongue.

It looked terrible.

Only then did An Heyi realize that his apprentice was probably the villain in the script.

He wasn't very angry, but felt that the seniors of Yuanshengzong would probably never accept his disciples in this lifetime.

Outside the wall, Lin Le coughed bitterly, as if he was asking the two monks behind the wall if they were still able to make it, and why they were so unreliable.

Finally, when a bright light passed by the jade tablet outside the wall, Lin Leben was by the wall, pressed the switch, rolled over, and rolled out through another door.

There is a teleportation array behind the door, which teleports him to the outside of the demon world.

Before leaving, Lin Le glanced back, only to meet the cold stone wall.

Secretly praying that the demon king will succeed.

Inside the house, Jia Yan was tightly restrained by the blood formation. The blood pool rolled like boiling hot water, and his legs were pulled down like a swallowing swamp. Where the red liquid touched, it scalded into the bones. Kind of burnt meat.

Jia Yan stood fearlessly in the middle, the pain made his face grim, but he still opened his mouth and laughed, looking like a buffoon in an opera.

"Hahahaha, the lord will use such a method? It really is true that you have stayed in the righteous way for a long time, and your wildness has been consumed. I originally respected you for fighting generously and not using tricks, but now it seems that the righteous way has made you so timid."

He raised his eyes and looked at Wen Xiuyuan contemptuously, "That's right, you had no intention of attacking the Righteous Way, you are a coward, so why should the Righteous Way make you do this?"

Wen Xiuyuan was not angry when he heard it, "Of course you don't understand."

The corner of Jia Yan's mouth curled up, "Oh? Then you understand?"

Nodding for granted, Wen Xiuyuan smiled, and looked over with some subtle sympathy, "Of course, I'm already a family demon cultivator, and I always take care of my wife when I fight. Unlike you, a lonely person, who died And no one is sad. What a pity!"

Jia Yan's eyes widened, with anger coming from within, he spurted a mouthful of blood in Wen Xiuyuan's direction.The blood pool absorbed the blood and became even more tyrannical, throwing itself on Jia Yan's body and burning his body.

On the other side, An Heyi heard Wen Xiuyuan's nonsense on the battlefield, and the veins on his forehead twitched.

The spiritual power belonging to Jia Yan was scattered at a high speed, and bits of dark light flew out of his body.

The aura emitted by the monks eventually returned to all things.

The liquid in the blood pool gradually submerged above his head, An Heyi heard a roar cut through the space, and the sword in his hand trembled for a long time.

The sky darkened, and the clouds surged.

"Bell—" The long ringing of the bell seemed to come from the mermaid's singing in the deep sea. The bewildering and killing one passed through the long mountains and rivers and reached the minds of every monk, shaking their sea of ​​consciousness into confusion.

The monks of the various sects looked towards this direction in amazement, and some elders who had experienced the righteous evil station thousands of years ago sighed and called the disciples in the sect to activate the mountain protection formation.

The bell rang, and the black mist condensed into a solid soul.

Jia Yan's face emerged from the black mist.

"It's not in vain that my ancestors spent thousands of years researching how to restrain the demon-subduing array. How about it, how about the soul-calling bell of the suzerain?"

Jia Yan's spiritual consciousness, which had just been condensed into a soul body, scattered outwards, reached An Heyi's hiding place, moved, and shattered the artifact hiding him with one blow.

"Oh? There's a little mouse hiding there?"

The black mist condensed and formed a huge mass around him. Jia Yan glanced at it from a distance, only to think that the monk was good-looking and had sufficient spiritual power.

It's a good choice to win.

The majestic devilish energy overflowed without hesitation, and gradually became tangled.

"Go!" The devilish energy went towards An Heyi.

Ling Xiaojian broke through the wall to fight it to the death.

"Master! Don't go!" Wen Xiuyuan rushed to meet him, and the gold-threaded folding fan in his hand burst into surging waves, heading towards the black mist.With a wave of the Ling Xiao sword, the sword's intent turned into a blade, and with the momentum of engulfing mountains and rivers, it broke through the fog of ten feet.

It's a pity that he still lost to the powerful magic energy.

"Cough", Wen Xiuyuan stood in front of An Heyi and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Let's go!" Panting, he dragged An Heyi around and jumped into the teleportation array.

The extremely fast wind flew by, and the warmth in his hands was transmitted all the way. Before he had time to think about it, An Heyi grabbed his apprentice with his backhand.

"Go to Xuyu Mountain, there is a brother waiting there."

Wen Xiuyuan pretended to be surprised, "It turns out that the master felt that this disciple couldn't beat him early in the morning, so he was sad."

An Heyi had no choice but to say, "Don't make trouble, it's about this time."

For a while, Jia Yan couldn't catch up, but Wen Xiuyuan was quite in the mood to joke.

Seeing that Master was worried, he breathed a sigh of relief and comforted him, "Don't worry about Master, he won't be able to ascend to the sky with his ghostly appearance, he will definitely find a body and retrain his spirit."

Sighed.

"It's a pity that my magic-killing formation can only be used against him once. High-level formations are not good at this point, and there are many restrictions on thieves."

Wen Xiuyuan's forehead was sweating, An Heyi raised his hand to sheath Ling Xiaojian, squatted down and carried Wen Xiuyuan on his back.

Wen Xiuyuan froze, stunned, "Master?"

A layer of hot air leaked from the sweat of the person on his body, and the rapid panting was so close that he could feel the depth.

An Heyi sighed, and replied in a low and gentle voice, "The remaining masters come."

"Since I am your master—occasionally, I have to trust my master."

The author says:

The sand sculpture plot is coming soon, please be prepared, audience.The details are as follows: a mouthful of teeth, paper towels, and water.

If I am more diligent, I will change it at night. If I don’t change it, I will be lazy and eat hot pot.