The killing array behind him was still running, and Duan Fangxiao walked over step by step with the blood-stained sword in hand, urging his spiritual power to break through the seal he set, and the momentum of his whole body rose steadily, from Jindan to the middle stage of Mahayana.
He stopped in front of the pure white mask, poured spiritual power into the spiritual sword, and raised the sword to slash with all his strength.
The photomask shook violently, and then stabilized again.
Duan Fangxiao's wrist was numb from the shock, and the palm holding the hilt of the sword was burning hot. He squeezed his pale lips tightly, his eyes were flushed, and he kept pinching his left hand, superimposing spells on the spirit sword.
The anxiety in his heart filled his chest, and Duan Fangxiao's mind was full of prayers to hurry up, and then hurry up. He held the cold long sword tightly in his right hand, and at the same time kept chopping, every stroke, every stroke was stronger than before.
The spirit sword slashed at the mask, making the sound of metal and stone colliding.
"Crack."
The right wrist was dislocated by the shock, Duan Fangxiao didn't seem to feel the pain, and quickly put it back with a blank expression, and glanced at a barely detectable gap in the mask.
His dead eyes lighted up slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled.
Duan Fangxiao took a deep breath, thrust the tip of the sword against his heart, forced out a drop of blood, closed his phoenix eyes, recited the formula silently, and performed the forbidden technique to forcibly improve his cultivation.
From the middle stage of Mahayana, across a whole big realm, to the middle stage of crossing the catastrophe!
The spiritual power above the courtyard gathered into a vortex, rushing straight into Duan Fangxiao's spirit sword, the strong wind blowing up the black silk robe corners, under the blazing light, his cold and stern expression was illuminated.
The natal spirit sword filled with aura trembled and made a "clank" sound, and Duan Fangxiao thrust the tip of the sword into the gap with all his strength, and turned it hard!
There was a very ear-piercing "Zi" sound.
There was a hole in the light mask, the light was much dimmed, and a crack appeared on the natal spirit sword.
Blood overflowed from Duan Fangxiao's lips, and he continued to cut the opening.
Cracks were forcibly hacked by the monks in the Transcending Tribulation Period, and the mask couldn't support it, and finally collapsed and collapsed.
The spirit sword was overwhelmed, and two more cracks were added. He pulled out the spirit sword, and the spirit sword disappeared into the air.
Seeing the unscathed handsome young man who was sitting in meditation, and felt the mask to open his eyes, Duan Fangxiao finally moved away the boulder on his heart, his Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, his eyes were red, and his nasal cavity was sore.
Duan Fangxiao staggered forward, trying to get to Lu Peichen's side, but when he was two steps away, he couldn't support himself and fell to his knees.
He hugged Lu Peichen with trembling hands, and kept muttering thankfully: "You're okay, I'm not late, it's good...it's okay, it's okay."
When it comes to the back, it is almost incoherent.
Lu Peichen stretched out his arms to hug Duan Fangxiao, and comforted him softly.
Duan Fangxiao's white clothes were covered with blood, and with just one glance, Lu Peichen knew that it was Duan Fangxiao who saved him.
The hand that hugged him was very strong, Lu Peichen let him, and gently patted Duan Fangxiao's stiff and tense back.
The messy courtyard was flooded with spiritual power, and the blown down trees slowly returned to their original state. Lu Peichen frowned when he realized that the illusion was being reset.
When the back under his hands relaxed, Lu Peichen noticed that Duan Fangxiao's cultivation was showing signs of collapse, and said softly, "Let's go out of the illusion, okay?"
In the illusion, Duan Fangxiao's injury will only get worse, and he must get out quickly.
He whispered in Duan Fangxiao's ear: "Master, if you don't break the illusion, our sacrifice will be in vain."
Duan Fangxiao was silent for a while, and Lu Peichen felt some warm liquid falling from his neck, drop by drop, and soon disappeared without a trace.
The person who hugged him let go of him, his thin lips were covered with softness, his teeth were pried open, and he was gently hooked and lingering, cautiously, full of reluctance.
Lu Peichen didn't expect Duan Fangxiao to kiss him suddenly, and was slightly stunned for a moment.
The kiss ended quickly, and there was a hoarse voice next to his ear, slightly choked with sobs: "Okay."
Out of the corner of Lu Peichen's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the corpse not far away, his breath stagnated, and he temporarily forgot the kiss full of affection.
Master... actually killed this person?
Why?
He looked down and saw that his palm was solid instead of translucent before.
As soon as Duan Fangxiao's response fell, the illusion supported by obsession gradually began to collapse.
He let go of Lu Peichen, and said softly, "Xiaochen, please forget what happened in the secret realm."
There seemed to be something stuck in his chest, and it was tightly blocked. Lu Peichen frowned and asked, "Master knows that I am not a demon? Why do you want me to forget?"
Fingers with sharp bones gently stroked his cheeks. Duan Fangxiao's eyes were flushed, and her phoenix eyes were full of affection. She didn't answer Lu Peichen's question, and said in a gentle voice: "I stole the sweetness in the secret realm. I am satisfied." .”
What he said was completely inconsistent, Duan Fangxiao's mind was full of clamoring for dissatisfaction, and his chest was churning with the desire to trap the little apprentice here for the rest of his life.
The expression on his face remained unchanged, even though his heart ached, his voice remained calm: "From now on, I will try my best to abide by my responsibilities as a teacher, and I will never have despicable thoughts in the secret realm, and I will never cross the line, Xiaochen, don't worry."
The illusion is like a shattered spider web, with pieces crumbling and collapsing.
Lu Peichen grabbed Duan Fangxiao's hand that was covering his face, and he was confused when he didn't have time to think about his long words, and asked: "What is the master talking about? Why did you answer me?"
Duan Fangxiao looked at Lu Peichen holding his hand, a smile appeared on his lips, and his expression was extremely gentle and joyful: "Xiao Chen doesn't need to know, I will erase your memory when you leave the secret realm, and we will still be masters and apprentices after that. They can only be masters and apprentices."
Lu Peichen's heart tightened, and he said in a deep voice: "The memory in the secret realm cannot be erased, I..."
Before he finished speaking, the illusion completely dissipated. Duan Fangxiao's white palm like jade flashed past his eyes. Lu Peichen's eyes went dark, and he only had time to see the devilish energy almost overflowing from Duan Fangxiao's body.
With a "bang", the illusion that had lasted for a long time dissipated, revealing the dilapidated bedroom.
Duan Fangxiao couldn't hold it back, coughed up a large stream of blood, and added large blood stains to the white robe that was already soaked in blood, and the pure white Taoist robe was full of blood.
He used spells to clean himself and the bed in the bedroom, put Lu Peichen on the bed, closed his eyes to recuperate, and waited for others to wake up.
This time, he used the forbidden technique to forcibly improve his cultivation, leaving countless hidden wounds in his body. Duan Fangxiao didn't take these to heart. He pursed his lips and took a look inside. As expected, a deep crack appeared in the ruthless heart.
It's no wonder that the ruthless way is a way with a heart like a rock, nothing in the world can be seen, and there are no distracting thoughts such as the seven emotions and six desires. All over the world, the heart of the Tao is contrary to the Tao, and it is inevitable.
It's just that if you ignore it, you will fall into the devil's way, fearing that all your cultivation bases will dissipate, and you can only cultivate again.
Who will protect the little apprentice then?
Duan Fangxiao pursed her lips tightly, her eyes softened, and she looked at Lu Peichen.
He stared at it for a long time, with a wry smile on his eyes, sighed, and thought to himself, fortunately he didn't let his little apprentice also practice the way of ruthlessness, otherwise if he meets someone he loves in the future...
He suddenly panicked, couldn't restrain the demon energy raging in his body, and didn't dare to think about it for a while.
After a long time, Lu Peichen's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.
A clear voice sounded from the side, and Duan Fangxiao asked, "How do you feel?"
Lu Peichen rubbed his painful forehead, and felt that the spiritual power in his body was almost emptied for some reason, so he raised his eyes and looked at Duan Fangxiao.
Duan Fangxiao met his gaze, and asked softly, "Is there something wrong?"
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He stopped in front of the pure white mask, poured spiritual power into the spiritual sword, and raised the sword to slash with all his strength.
The photomask shook violently, and then stabilized again.
Duan Fangxiao's wrist was numb from the shock, and the palm holding the hilt of the sword was burning hot. He squeezed his pale lips tightly, his eyes were flushed, and he kept pinching his left hand, superimposing spells on the spirit sword.
The anxiety in his heart filled his chest, and Duan Fangxiao's mind was full of prayers to hurry up, and then hurry up. He held the cold long sword tightly in his right hand, and at the same time kept chopping, every stroke, every stroke was stronger than before.
The spirit sword slashed at the mask, making the sound of metal and stone colliding.
"Crack."
The right wrist was dislocated by the shock, Duan Fangxiao didn't seem to feel the pain, and quickly put it back with a blank expression, and glanced at a barely detectable gap in the mask.
His dead eyes lighted up slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled.
Duan Fangxiao took a deep breath, thrust the tip of the sword against his heart, forced out a drop of blood, closed his phoenix eyes, recited the formula silently, and performed the forbidden technique to forcibly improve his cultivation.
From the middle stage of Mahayana, across a whole big realm, to the middle stage of crossing the catastrophe!
The spiritual power above the courtyard gathered into a vortex, rushing straight into Duan Fangxiao's spirit sword, the strong wind blowing up the black silk robe corners, under the blazing light, his cold and stern expression was illuminated.
The natal spirit sword filled with aura trembled and made a "clank" sound, and Duan Fangxiao thrust the tip of the sword into the gap with all his strength, and turned it hard!
There was a very ear-piercing "Zi" sound.
There was a hole in the light mask, the light was much dimmed, and a crack appeared on the natal spirit sword.
Blood overflowed from Duan Fangxiao's lips, and he continued to cut the opening.
Cracks were forcibly hacked by the monks in the Transcending Tribulation Period, and the mask couldn't support it, and finally collapsed and collapsed.
The spirit sword was overwhelmed, and two more cracks were added. He pulled out the spirit sword, and the spirit sword disappeared into the air.
Seeing the unscathed handsome young man who was sitting in meditation, and felt the mask to open his eyes, Duan Fangxiao finally moved away the boulder on his heart, his Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, his eyes were red, and his nasal cavity was sore.
Duan Fangxiao staggered forward, trying to get to Lu Peichen's side, but when he was two steps away, he couldn't support himself and fell to his knees.
He hugged Lu Peichen with trembling hands, and kept muttering thankfully: "You're okay, I'm not late, it's good...it's okay, it's okay."
When it comes to the back, it is almost incoherent.
Lu Peichen stretched out his arms to hug Duan Fangxiao, and comforted him softly.
Duan Fangxiao's white clothes were covered with blood, and with just one glance, Lu Peichen knew that it was Duan Fangxiao who saved him.
The hand that hugged him was very strong, Lu Peichen let him, and gently patted Duan Fangxiao's stiff and tense back.
The messy courtyard was flooded with spiritual power, and the blown down trees slowly returned to their original state. Lu Peichen frowned when he realized that the illusion was being reset.
When the back under his hands relaxed, Lu Peichen noticed that Duan Fangxiao's cultivation was showing signs of collapse, and said softly, "Let's go out of the illusion, okay?"
In the illusion, Duan Fangxiao's injury will only get worse, and he must get out quickly.
He whispered in Duan Fangxiao's ear: "Master, if you don't break the illusion, our sacrifice will be in vain."
Duan Fangxiao was silent for a while, and Lu Peichen felt some warm liquid falling from his neck, drop by drop, and soon disappeared without a trace.
The person who hugged him let go of him, his thin lips were covered with softness, his teeth were pried open, and he was gently hooked and lingering, cautiously, full of reluctance.
Lu Peichen didn't expect Duan Fangxiao to kiss him suddenly, and was slightly stunned for a moment.
The kiss ended quickly, and there was a hoarse voice next to his ear, slightly choked with sobs: "Okay."
Out of the corner of Lu Peichen's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the corpse not far away, his breath stagnated, and he temporarily forgot the kiss full of affection.
Master... actually killed this person?
Why?
He looked down and saw that his palm was solid instead of translucent before.
As soon as Duan Fangxiao's response fell, the illusion supported by obsession gradually began to collapse.
He let go of Lu Peichen, and said softly, "Xiaochen, please forget what happened in the secret realm."
There seemed to be something stuck in his chest, and it was tightly blocked. Lu Peichen frowned and asked, "Master knows that I am not a demon? Why do you want me to forget?"
Fingers with sharp bones gently stroked his cheeks. Duan Fangxiao's eyes were flushed, and her phoenix eyes were full of affection. She didn't answer Lu Peichen's question, and said in a gentle voice: "I stole the sweetness in the secret realm. I am satisfied." .”
What he said was completely inconsistent, Duan Fangxiao's mind was full of clamoring for dissatisfaction, and his chest was churning with the desire to trap the little apprentice here for the rest of his life.
The expression on his face remained unchanged, even though his heart ached, his voice remained calm: "From now on, I will try my best to abide by my responsibilities as a teacher, and I will never have despicable thoughts in the secret realm, and I will never cross the line, Xiaochen, don't worry."
The illusion is like a shattered spider web, with pieces crumbling and collapsing.
Lu Peichen grabbed Duan Fangxiao's hand that was covering his face, and he was confused when he didn't have time to think about his long words, and asked: "What is the master talking about? Why did you answer me?"
Duan Fangxiao looked at Lu Peichen holding his hand, a smile appeared on his lips, and his expression was extremely gentle and joyful: "Xiao Chen doesn't need to know, I will erase your memory when you leave the secret realm, and we will still be masters and apprentices after that. They can only be masters and apprentices."
Lu Peichen's heart tightened, and he said in a deep voice: "The memory in the secret realm cannot be erased, I..."
Before he finished speaking, the illusion completely dissipated. Duan Fangxiao's white palm like jade flashed past his eyes. Lu Peichen's eyes went dark, and he only had time to see the devilish energy almost overflowing from Duan Fangxiao's body.
With a "bang", the illusion that had lasted for a long time dissipated, revealing the dilapidated bedroom.
Duan Fangxiao couldn't hold it back, coughed up a large stream of blood, and added large blood stains to the white robe that was already soaked in blood, and the pure white Taoist robe was full of blood.
He used spells to clean himself and the bed in the bedroom, put Lu Peichen on the bed, closed his eyes to recuperate, and waited for others to wake up.
This time, he used the forbidden technique to forcibly improve his cultivation, leaving countless hidden wounds in his body. Duan Fangxiao didn't take these to heart. He pursed his lips and took a look inside. As expected, a deep crack appeared in the ruthless heart.
It's no wonder that the ruthless way is a way with a heart like a rock, nothing in the world can be seen, and there are no distracting thoughts such as the seven emotions and six desires. All over the world, the heart of the Tao is contrary to the Tao, and it is inevitable.
It's just that if you ignore it, you will fall into the devil's way, fearing that all your cultivation bases will dissipate, and you can only cultivate again.
Who will protect the little apprentice then?
Duan Fangxiao pursed her lips tightly, her eyes softened, and she looked at Lu Peichen.
He stared at it for a long time, with a wry smile on his eyes, sighed, and thought to himself, fortunately he didn't let his little apprentice also practice the way of ruthlessness, otherwise if he meets someone he loves in the future...
He suddenly panicked, couldn't restrain the demon energy raging in his body, and didn't dare to think about it for a while.
After a long time, Lu Peichen's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.
A clear voice sounded from the side, and Duan Fangxiao asked, "How do you feel?"
Lu Peichen rubbed his painful forehead, and felt that the spiritual power in his body was almost emptied for some reason, so he raised his eyes and looked at Duan Fangxiao.
Duan Fangxiao met his gaze, and asked softly, "Is there something wrong?"
The author has something to say: There is an unfortunate news, the author is about to go to work, and there are a lot of materials to be prepared, and it may be updated every other day...
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