Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

He desperately tried to cover Mozun's wound on his heart.

But in vain.

Blood was still dripping, burning his cheeks like flames.

He slowly remembered that the Primordial Demon Alchemy Formation could prevent the regeneration of demon bodies.

And the injury suffered by the Demon Lord was suffered in the last? moment after escaping from the formation.

The limbs of the Heavenly Demon King pierced through the life nucleus of the heart.

The Mozun is just like a monster again.

It was originally a human being.

But people, will die?.

—— Will the Demon Lord die?

Ye Yunlan's eyes were wide open, and she opened her mouth, as if she wanted to shout, but in the end, only a hoarse voice remained.

"don't want……"

Mozun looked down at him, and raised his hand to wipe the blood on his cheek.

"Don't be afraid."

There was a gentle gleam in his eyes.

"We're out."

They descended on a peak opposite Lumen Mountain.

The fluffy shadow behind the Demon Lord dissipated, and he half-kneeled on the ground, with the Shura sword inserted into the soil.

Ye Yunlan went to help him.

Mozun raised his hand, wanting to stroke Ye Yunlan's cheek.But I lost my strength.

Ye Yunlan held his hand tightly and stroked her cheek.

He said: "Look at me." Don't close your eyes.

Mozun looked at him.

The light in his eyes had dimmed a bit, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Master is so beautiful?"

He moved his thumb slightly, wiped away the tears at the end of Ye Yunlan's eyes, and murmured, "I like Master so much..."

His words dissipated in the wind.

The body fell on Ye Yunlan's shoulder.

Ye Yunlan's white hair fell down her cheeks, her face sank in the shadows.

Suddenly, they heard shouts of killing, and they surrounded them from all directions.

"The Demon Venerable broke the formation and was seriously injured. We must take this opportunity to wipe him out!"

The monk who was at the forefront shouted menacingly.

"Extremely! Ye Xianjun's aid to evildoers this time is against my original intention of righteousness. If you don't get out of the way, don't blame me for not being merciful!"

There is also a humane way: "Hand over the Demon Lord, kill him, and hang him outside the Jingbei City Gate, so that we can comfort the many monks in this battle? The spirit of heaven!"

The monks surrounded from all directions were getting closer and closer.

Ye Yunlan slowly stood up from the ground.

He supported Mozun's body, put his back behind his back, and pulled out the Shura sword stuck in the ground with his right hand.

The dark red blade of the Asura Sword seems to have blood flowing.

He also had blood on his face.

The mist in the golden eyes had already condensed into ice, looking at the crowd gathered with cold eyes, revealing a bone-chilling chill.

He said: "To take him away, pass the sword in my hand first."

Those people looked at him, with obsession, amazement, and more covetousness in their eyes.

Someone tried to persuade him.

"Ye Xianjun, don't be obsessed with your mistakes, turn around and be right!"

Someone sneered and reprimanded.

"Ye Yunlan, people in the world admire your looks, so they call you respectful. Immortal Monarch, but I don't know who you are. You are just a concubine in the hands of the Demon Lord. After the Demon Lord dies, who else can you?" Rely on? If you know the situation, you will obediently hand over the Demon Lord, and during the trial of the Taoist sect, we can also say a few words for you and forgive your sins."

Ye Yunlan murmured softly.

"Sin?"

He raised the Shura sword.

The Nirvana Sword Intent was poured into it, and Shura Sword's blood radiated to the sky.The few monks who were close to him shrank back in shock.

Perhaps it was because the Shura sword had killed too much, and suddenly there were several thunderclaps in the sky shrouded in dark clouds.

The monk who was startled by his sword intent seemed to gain confidence again.

"If you are obsessed with obsession and defend the evil spirits, you will have to destroy them!"

"I'm waiting to do justice for the heavens, so don't hesitate, just do it!"

Countless sword lights attacked him.

Ye Yunlan: "It's so noisy."

He seemed to be able to understand how the Demon Lord felt when the demon body lost control and was on the verge of madness.

The world is noisy.

Only behind him? The bearer is silent.

Suddenly he didn't want to hear anything.

Don't want to see anything?.

So he took out his sword and swung it.

None of those who rushed to attack him reached the shaman.

But he was regarded as a canary in the Demon Lord's palace, an ant that could be squeezed and rounded easily.

So they became ants.

The ants fell down.

Blood slipped from the tip of the long sword, and the drizzle blew on his face, washing the blood off his cheeks.Crystal rain dripped down his silver eyelashes.

The surrounding area has become much quieter.

The amazement and fascination in those people's eyes disappeared, replaced by deep fear.

He walked back, wanting to go back to the magic palace.

It was rainy and cold, and he was afraid that the remaining body temperature of the person behind him would completely cool down.

But a shadow emerged from the void, winding over like a giant snake.

He heard the voice of the mirage king who was neither male nor female.

Mirage King: "Beauty, since your lover is dead, why don't you borrow his body and let me come to the world. At that time, this king will definitely use his body to love you well, and will not teach you to suffer from widowhood." .”

Ye Yunlan raised his hand and slashed at the shadow.

The shadows dispersed, and the Mirage King roared?

"I don't know what's wrong!"

More shadows gathered in mid-air, but Ye Yunlan didn't look at him, but looked up at the sky.

It is now night.

He saw that in the eastern sky, a blood-colored star was gradually dimming, while another golden star was getting brighter and brighter.

It was so bright that it even obscured the light of the bright moon, and even made people want to burst into tears.

The aura that has been floating in the body has been rising continuously during the process of drawing the sword just now.

up to a critical point.

There are muffled thunder in the sky? Bursts.

The dark clouds are gathering more and more.

He looked at the sky and opened his mouth slowly.

"In this life, I entered the Dao with the sword, reached the Mahayana state of the Dao of the sword with my mortal body, and got the help of my Taoist companions to achieve great accomplishment. But now the opportunity has come, and I have achieved perfection. I want to ascend to the immortal rank, but please God to bring disaster. "

The mirage king's voice? Voice? Anxious: "You are crazy! You want to carry the corpse of a nine-turn demon on your back? You are not afraid of thunder from the sky, destroying you and your lover together—" It? Healed The more anxious he was, the more he dared not stay here for a long time, lest he would be discovered by the heavenly dao in this world, and with the help of the power of thunder and calamity, he would wipe out the distraction that he managed to smuggle into this world.

The shadow in the void escaped like a mouse with its tail between its legs.

Ye Yunlan ignored it.

After crossing the catastrophe, he will help Mozun recover all the accounts and debts that should be settled one by one.

Let it go? Let it go for a while.

In the midst of the roar, the Thunder Tribulation had already descended.

The thick purple divine thunder was like a monstrous python, swooping towards him, as if trying to swallow him up.

Ye Yunlan is afraid of thunder? He is afraid of heavy rain.

But at the moment when he was carrying the person behind him, he suddenly seemed to be afraid of nothing.

Violent thunder and lightning flickered in his pupils, and torrential rain hit his cheeks.

He raised his sword to meet him.