The cat master of this seat

The moment Yun Chi and Song Shiyue arrived, they happened to witness a few sharp leaves piercing Yan's body.

Dirty blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and Yao's clothes were stained with black blood, blending with his black robe, exuding a strong demonic aura.

"You!" Hui Yao stood on the side, and slowly lowered his high-raised hand, clenched tightly by his side, "You are stubborn! Will all the hard work for so long be in vain?"

The black eyes under the mask stared fiercely at Yan, who blocked the fatal blow for his friend.

Yao hugged Yan, lifted his mask with trembling fingers, revealing a wrinkled face.

Yan didn't have the strength to stop his movements, but he didn't know where to generate some strength, and desperately buried his head, unwilling to let him see his own face clearly.

That's not what he was.

Yao couldn't help shaking his head, held his face carefully, and murmured: "Don't be afraid, you'll be fine, don't be afraid..."

Putting his hand on Yan's head, a force was slowly poured in.

Yan finally stopped hiding, and slowly revealed a pale smile.

Hui Yao watched silently for a while, just as his fingers moved.

The long sword in Yunchi's hand was out, and the blue light pierced his palm, and a piece of talisman paper fell.

Hui Yao looked over with gloomy eyes, stretched out his hand, and a tree vine struck towards Yunchi.

Yun Chi dodged quickly, and said to Song Shiyue, "Go to the side."

Song Shiyue's position made it inconvenient to intervene, not to mention a gray Yao, Yun Chi could handle it.

Song Shiyue nodded, and silently retreated to the side, but still kept his eyes on Master.

Although he knew that Master would not lose, he was always prepared.

Yun Chi's palm wind forced the vines back, but there were so many vines and they were very flexible, his white robe would inevitably be scratched.

The long sword seemed to be in his hand, he swung it up, spun around in the air and cut off several vines neatly.

The vines seemed a little apprehensive, they retracted one by one, Hui Yao pushed it again, but none of the vines stretched out again.

The few vines that fell to the ground quickly withered, turned black, and turned to ashes.

The white clothes were rubbed black by the vines, Yun Chi looked down and frowned unconsciously.

Yan's aura has gradually weakened, and Yao's treatment only allowed him to recover a little bit of strength, which was better than nothing.The voice was weak: "It's useless... the leaves are stained with poisonous juice."

"Poison juice? How do I get rid of it? Do you know how to get rid of it?" Yao hugged him, obviously very anxious, but still didn't dare to speak loudly to him.

The weak voice just kept repeating: "It's useless...it's useless..."

A gust of wind came head-on, as if it was about to hit Yun Chi on the head.

Hui Yao turned more leaves into sharp blades, attacking him from all directions.

Yun Chi returned to his senses in an instant, staring, with his index finger and middle finger put together in front of the bridge of his nose, a faint blue rose from his fingertips.

Song Shiyue stared at this side closely, and his palms had gathered strength.

He absolutely will not allow Master to make a mistake.

Before he could make a move, he saw the blue light in Yunchi's hand slowly expanding at an extremely fast speed, forming a protective shield to block the outside world. The black withered blades were isolated and fell around him one after another, but they couldn't hurt him at all.

The blue light continued to spread out, and the power belonging to the immortal was leaked out without any concealment.

Gradually surrounded Song Shiyue and the two people on the other side, and opened a passage from the middle alone.

Hui Yao was oppressed, his chest was tight and painful, and he was almost out of breath.

The shadow moved like the wind, and the long sword was as cold as the frost of a harsh winter day, and it stopped at Hui Yao's throat, a slight distance away.

With just a slight movement, Immortal Lingyun, the sword that fears the rumors of the monsters and demons, can kill Huiyao.

It's just that Immortal Master Lingyun seldom uses it to kill people.

Hui Yao stiffened his neck and did not move, the shiny sword hilt reflected a mask with intricate patterns.

Yun Chi swung the long sword horizontally, hung it between his necks, and retreated behind him.

Seeing this, Song Shiyue also came to Master's side, and cast a spell to bind Hui Yao's hands.

In order to prevent him from making any small moves.

Yun Chi was behind him, with a light swipe of his finger, Hui Yao's mask fell off, revealing a young and handsome face.

It's just that there is only hideousness on it now.

Yao had already stopped moving, because he found that it was useless, and Yan was still vomiting blood.

Yan took his hand and held it tightly: "Kill me. I know... Only by killing me can those people be saved."

He said intermittently: "Suicide is useless, I have tried it all, and I can't die every time!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, with endless pain in his eyes: "I made this venom, and it won't work..."

He smiled slowly and coughed violently: "This crippled body won't last long. If you kill me, you can still save people."

"You know, you know how to kill me."

Of course Yao knew where his best friend's fate was.

He said that he would do it himself, but he couldn't be cruel when he really did it.

"Yao. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wanted too much, so I exchanged my soul with him. If I did something wrong, I should pay the price."

"please."

"We said that even monsters have good monsters, and we won't harm people. I broke my promise, so, are you willing to give me a chance to make up for it?"

"kill me."

From an angle that no one was paying attention to, Hui Yao slightly bent the corners of his mouth, secretly pulling out a tricky smile.

Yao trembled all over, finally put Yan down and lay flat on the ground, and stood up slowly and with difficulty.

A black bow and arrow appeared in his hands, and he tightly grasped the bow and strings with both hands, and pulled it full, pointing at Yan's ankle.

Yan lay quietly, covered with leaves under his body, the demonic aura on his body was slowly dissipating, and the surrounding trees stretched out their vines towards him one after another, wrapping them gently around his hands and feet.

He smiled warmly and slowly closed his eyes.

Under the moonlight, no fear or sorrow of dying could be seen on the old face, only endless calmness.

A tear fell from Yao's eyes, and arrows shot out.

All he has to do is to let his friend go away more happily.

"and many more!"

The moment Yao let go of his hand, he stretched out his fingertips to touch the arrow body.

He used [-]% of his strength, and his demonic aura was soaring to the sky. Yunchi's strength was enough to resist, but the arrow spirit of the arrow did not allow it to stop without being stained with blood, and broke through the blue barrier to attack Yan directly.

In a crisis, Yun Chi tore off something from his waist, and the jade flew away with Yun Chi's strength, rubbing against the arrow body and making an unpleasant sound, bursting out sparks, the jade shattered and the arrow stopped, and the arrow fell on the ground. on the ground.

Seeing the fragments scattered on the ground, and the red rope falling on a field of dead leaves, Yun Chi was stunned for a moment, but had no time to take care of it.

This action allowed Hui Yao to take advantage of the loopholes, and he broke free from the shackles all at once, and the devilish energy rose from all over his body, but instead of attacking Yunchi again, it gathered into a ball and circled Yan's neck.

Only the dead cannot speak.

He gritted his teeth speculatively: "Go to hell."

Yao squatted anxiously aside, but could only watch his friend struggle in pain, unable to dispel the black mist.

"404! What to do!"

When it comes to problems that can be solved by relying on his own ability, Yun Chi rarely asks others for help, but now, he can't help but watch a life die in front of him.

404 couldn't prompt, but now it doesn't care so much: "Host, kill Huiyao right now!"

Yun Chi frowned, quickly thinking about countermeasures in his mind.

I had already tried it when I was in Dongleibi, and it couldn't hurt Huiyao at all, but it would hurt Yan instead.

Even Immortal Lingyun's sword can't do anything to him.

How in the world can kill him?

Yan's aura was getting weaker and weaker, Yao held his hand tightly beside him, but there was nothing he could do.And he no longer has the strength and thought to fight Hui Yao.

Yun Chi thought about the countermeasures quickly, and his eyes touched the bow and arrow he had thrown on the ground at will.

With his long eyebrows slightly drawn, Yun Chi quickly picked up his bow and arrow and shot at Hui Yao's ankle.

The Arrow Spirit possessed great power, and it had accumulated resentment and anger just now when it was interrupted by Yun Chi, but now it was infused with the spiritual power of Immortal Ling Yun, and its power was brought to the extreme.

The arrow pierced Huiyao's ankle, and the wind picked up the leaves. He stared, his face full of disbelief, but like dust, the black smoke cleared and then dissipated in the wind.

There was silence all around.

"Dead?" Yao hugged the dying Yan, his voice hoarse.

"Yeah." Yun Chi was a little tired.

Everything happened so fast that neither Yao nor Yan could react.Obviously, he couldn't hurt him when he was on the east barrier.

"Almost confused."

Even Yan himself thought that he now occupied Huiyao's body, and he should kill Yan to undo the demon spirit.

But they all forgot that Mo Ling Yin needs strong magic support, but Ke Yan is just a dryad, and besides making Hui Yao have a healthy body, his body also has another function, which is to act as a blindfold.

Hui Yao also managed to associate his physical signs with Yan, so the injuries he suffered would only be reflected on the broken body.

It's just that he didn't know that Yan's ankle was an exception, it was his weak point, and it happened to not be forcibly reflected. Once injured, only Yan's own body would be affected.

It also logically killed the soul of Hui Yao who was fostered in Yan's body.

Yun Chi took out a elixir and let Yan take it, checked his breath, and finally shook his head: "This body won't last long."

He took out a pinch of black soil from the storage pouch and handed it to Yao.

Yao took it, Yan closed his eyes and curled up into a ball, slowly shrank, and finally turned into a seed, lying in the palm of Yao's hand, buried in the black soil.

"Xianzun, thank you." Yao turned his back and dawdled for a while. When he turned around again, his eyes were red, and he handed Yunchi a small bottle: "This is my tears. You wanted to cry last time. The power now is even stronger. powerful."

Yunchi nodded and pocketed the demon tears.

After the exchange of words, Yao left with Yan.

everything is over.

There was silence, only the master and apprentice remained.

Yun Chi still didn't dare to look at Song Shiyue, but just squatted down on the spot, picking up the pieces scattered on the ground quietly and slowly one by one.

Song Shiyue knelt down beside him and grabbed his hand: "Master, forget it."

Yun Chi lowered his head, like a child who has done something wrong: "I'm sorry."