God, he quietly likes this seat

I don't know how much time has passed, Yan Huaizhou's body has already been covered with large and small horrific scars, but the Ninth Demon Lord looks crazy and is still fighting bloody.Zhong Ling should always be thankful that he is not a person who has gained fame, and he has not fallen down until now.

click

Finally, a light and shadow appeared from the crack above the illusion, and the surrounding scene began to collapse. The red fox glanced back in the melee, and immediately shouted: "Master Yunji! The illusion is about to shatter, and if we don't leave, it will be too late." Already!"

Yun Ji stared at Yan Huaizhou's figure unwillingly. Obviously, as long as he worked hard for a stick of incense, he would be able to kill this person here. General Tie ordered the whole body to retreat, so he didn't dare to take risks, and said decisively: "Quickly retreat!"

He turned around and picked up the unconscious Huadao Shu in his hand. The gray robe was rolled up, and the poor beast turned into a stream of light and submerged into the corner of his robe again.The demon cultivators took out the teleportation talismans they had prepared, followed closely behind him, and disappeared in a short while.

The enchantment set by Yan Huaizhou felt that the surrounding crisis had receded, so he was willing to slowly open it. At the same time, the Juling Mountain in front of him also dissipated, and the ground under his feet disappeared.Zhong Ling kicked his feet in the air, and with the last sliver of strength gushing out of nowhere, he volleyed forward and hugged Yan Huaizhou's precarious body.

It's just that he didn't have time to take him away.

Zhong Ling desperately lifted Yan Huaizhou's body on top of his own amidst the howling wind, and the two of them tumbled and fell from a high altitude, and fell into the rocks from nowhere.

When he landed with a bang, Zhong Ling felt as if every bone in his body had been smashed.But he still tried his best to maintain his clarity, he didn't even dare to pass out, the first thing he did when he sat up from the rocks was to shake Yan Huaizhou's body, and repeatedly called out: "Wait the wind! Wan the wind! Wake up , answer me—”

There was a tremor in his voice that he didn't even notice.

"You answer me..."

The tentacles were covered with sticky blood, Yan Huaizhou lay unconscious in his arms, no matter how much he shouted, there was no response at all.It wasn't until Zhong Ling's voice was almost hoarse after a long time, and he didn't realize that his tears were falling on his face one after another, that he seemed to find a way back between life and death. opened his eyes.

"A Ling, you...are you crying?"

Seeing him wake up and turn around, Zhong Ling was naturally overjoyed and didn't know what to do, so he hurriedly changed his posture to make him more comfortable.But after all, he didn't want Yan Huaizhou to notice his gaffe, so he blushed and muttered: "I didn't cry, you read it wrong."

Yan Huaizhou didn't argue with him, paused for a moment, then asked again: "Your father, is he here?"

He saw Zhong Ling nodding and wanted to speak, but the world was spinning in front of him, and Zhong Ling's face turned into overlapping phantoms.

"I'm sorry, Ling, I have...never told you, I..."

Why did Zhong Ling have the heart to ask him to explain to himself at this time, so he held him tighter: "If you have anything to say, we will talk about it later, you take a break first, and I will take you back to Buzhou Mountain."

"Take me... back to Mount Buzhou?"

Yan Huaizhou shook his head, Zhong Ling didn't know how he could still laugh at this moment, and told him intermittently: "No, it can't be done. Now I can't hide this matter anymore, and I can't keep it locked up anymore. The Divine Sense of the Ninth Demon Venerable. If he hadn’t been severely injured just now, I... I’m afraid I wouldn’t have the chance to talk to you again. Ah Ling, listen, rather than being taken away by him, you might as well..."

He panted violently, "You might as well kill me now, so that you can...can have an explanation to the Hundred Families of Xianmen. Death by your hands is much better than death by their hands. I am willing... I would."

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Since he released the seal of the Ninth Demon Venerable's Divine Sense, Zhong Ling thought of every possibility that might happen, but he didn't expect that Yan Huaizhou even prepared such a way out for him.He forced himself to hold back his tears and said: "I will find a way, and I will be fine. Don't think about it."

Yan Huaizhou sighed: "A Ling, this is the most foolproof method. Do you still need me to tell you what kind of person the Ninth Demon Lord is? You and I don't want to leave such a disaster behind, and I can't last long. Even if I can wake up in the future, it may not be..."

He still had a lot of things he wanted to say, but they were stuck in his throat at this moment, because Zhong Ling took his hand without hesitation and pressed it against his face.

Yan Huaizhou heard him choked up and said: "Wan Feng, you just... you just treat it for me."

If this could be done in normal times, if Zhong Ling would treat him like this, he would definitely laugh out loud three times, even if he died immediately, it would be worth it.But now his eyes were blackened, and the Ninth Demon Venerable's divine sense was also intertwined with his divine sense impact, leaving him no time to appease his sweetheart.

But he couldn't feel the pain, only the warmth of the spring breeze blowing across his chest.

"For, for you?...Okay..."

In a daze, there were mixed voices in the air, and he heard someone shouting Zhong Ling's name loudly.

"Qing Zhi Shenjun——Where are you?"

"Aling—Aling!—"

Yan Huaizhou held his breath for a moment, heaved a sigh of relief, then closed his eyes in a daze, and smiled lowly at Zhong Ling: "The people from your immortal sect... have found them. I used to... but offended them all... I can only rely on Ah Ling to come...to protect me."

Finally, he can safely fall into a dark dream.

……

Zhong Tuhua was the first to fall to the ground, but the situation in front of him almost made his eyeballs pop out of their sockets. His brother, who has always been the most observant of etiquette and cannot tolerate a half-disguised appearance, fell into a mess sitting in a daze. Between the stones, a head of black hair was messy and scattered, tears still hung on his face, and the scorching red clothes on his body were also stained dark with large blood stains.

There was another person in his arms, he was hugging - he was hugging Yan Wanfeng!

This scene almost reminded Zhong Tuhua immediately of seven years ago, he couldn't help but stand on end, and strode forward to pull Yan Huaizhou out of Zhong Ling's arms: "A Ling, how are you, are you injured?"

Zhong Ling raised his head to look at his elder brother, instead of letting go, he tightened his grip on Yan Huaizhou warily.

Zhong Tu's painting is really one head and two big.He had heard earlier that something had happened in Juling Mountain, but he and his father didn't know until after they arrived that such a big thing had happened.They were all concerned about Zhong Ling's safety, and they had been anxious about it for a long time. Now that they had finally found their younger brother, he fell into a bewilderment again!

Seven years ago, the incident that happened because Zhong Ling went to the Demon Killing Road privately to intercept the prisoner was still vivid in his memory, but no matter what, it was only at home, and no outsiders knew about it.Zhong Tuhua is more worried now that the people who came behind saw Zhong Ling like this, so he tried his best to drag him up first: "What are you doing! Get up, you can talk about it after you get up first!"

Zhong Ling was pulled by him and stood up, but he refused to let go of Yan Huaizhou in his hand, and held him tightly in his arms. The first sentence he said to his elder brother was: "I want to take him back to Mount Buzhou. .”

Zhong Tuhua was almost blown away by him: "Zhong Ling! Do you know how many people are looking for you now, and your father is here too!"

Zhong Ling was uncharacteristically, "Even if father comes, this is all I have to say. If father refuses to let me take him back, then we will leave now."

As he said that, he really planned to leave.Zhong Tuhua saw that his mind was restless, his steps were weak, and he was afraid that he would not even be able to stand firmly, but he was so stubborn, and he was distressed and annoyed: "You clearly promised father that you would never have anything to do with him again. !"

Seeing that Zhong Ling didn't answer, he said again: "A Ling, you've always been smart, why did you get confused when you got to Yan Wanfeng? What's the matter, let's talk after leaving this place. It's not proper for you to hug him like this. What do you want the world to do?" look at you!"

"Others see it as they like!" Zhong Ling seemed to be stabbed by his words, and turned his head to stare at Zhong Tu Hua, "Brother, he did it this time because of me and because of me again." become what it is now!"

"In any case, I will never—"

Before the words were finished, a ray of frost-like light pierced the void. Zhong Tuhua had a bad way, and when he turned his head, he saw several figures appearing nearby.

These people walked towards them quickly. The middle-aged man headed by him wore a jade crown on his head and carried a long sword. He was very heroic, and he was arrogant without anger. He was indescribably domineering.

Seeing his father coming, Zhong Ling didn't take half a step back, meeting his gaze with a look of loneliness on his face.Seeing his expression clearly, Zhong Jingming was startled for a while, but when he recognized the person leaning beside him, he immediately understood what was going on.

He was angry for a while, managed to suppress his temper and asked with a cold face: "Zhong Ling, why are you with him?"

The following monks saw at first glance the Qing Zhi Shenjun holding a murderous demon in his arms, and they met with the Beidou Xianzun before opening their mouths, they just looked at each other with swords drawn, look at me, we Look at you, looking at each other.

Without even thinking about it, Zhong Ling blurted out, "Wan Feng is hanging by a thread to save my life, so I asked my father to allow me to take him back to Mount Buzhou to heal his injuries."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Many people started whispering. Shen Yu, the master of the Cangyang Sect, had always been at odds with Bu Zhoushan. Hearing this, he sneered first, and said, "What is Qingzhi Shenjun talking about? Didn't you forget that this son has turned to the devil way, It has nothing to do with my fairy gate!"

As soon as he raised his head, someone immediately agreed with him. Zhu Yu followed behind the elder of Dusheng Pavilion. Seeing that Zhong Ling's face was getting worse and worse, he couldn't help but retort for him: "Sect Master Shen's words are wrong. This time we can get out of trouble." , Mr. Wanfeng has contributed a lot, he is seriously injured now, how can there be no reason for Xianmen to sit idly by?"

Shen Yu glanced at Zhu Yu contemptuously, and said with a smirk: "Absurd! The head disciple of the Dusheng Pavilion, could it be that this devil also poured the ecstasy soup!"

Zhao Ziyi was not willing to see that Zhu Yu was at a disadvantage, so he immediately walked to his side to help him: "What Xiu Ning said is the truth, we are just discussing the facts, why is Sect Master Shen so aggressive."

Shen Yu refused to lower his status and started an argument with the juniors. He flicked his sleeves and said to Zhong Jingming in a lukewarm way: "Then Shen wants to see if the Big Dipper Immortal will bring a demon back The mountain gate is over."

He wanted to seize this opportunity to embarrass Bu Zhoushan, so he deliberately emphasized the word "devil".Unexpectedly, not only Zhu Yu and Zhao Ziyi spoke for Yan Huaizhou, but even Shen Xingchi, who had always had a deep grudge against Yan Huaizhou, shook his head at him: "Father, Yan Wanfeng has indeed been helping us this time, and he has also saved us. I have told you many times, and I will tell you about it when I get back."

Shen Yu had high hopes for Shen Xingchi, hoping that he would carry forward the Cangyang Sect, so naturally he would not refute him.Although he really wanted to see the Zhong family make a fool of himself, if Yan Huaizhou really saved his own son, it would be meaningless to hold on to it, so he frowned and stopped talking.

Zhong Tuhua glanced at his motionless younger brother, bowed to his father helplessly, and said, "Father, the Yaozu set up such a big game, which is equivalent to declaring war with the Immortal Sect. Both the Immortal Sect and the Demonic Dao have suffered heavy casualties this time. Now The most important thing is to figure out the ins and outs as soon as possible, and for the rest, we should wait until we return to Buzhou Mountain to make a long-term plan."

Zhong Jingming was extremely disappointed, but no matter how furious he was, he felt sorry for his son and was eager to take him back to heal his injuries.After a while, he said with a straight face, "That's fine."

Zhong Ling's body was like a taut string, overdrawn to the limit, and it only lasted until now with a breath in his chest.At this time, he finally heard his father's approval, but he still couldn't completely let go of his heart.

— But fortunately, after the illusion shattered, he was able to mobilize his spiritual power again.

Under the astonished eyes of everyone, the most famous god in the fairy sect swallowed the blood from his mouth, fingered the lock body curse, and firmly nailed Yan Huaizhou's wrists to his own.

After finishing this thing, he fell heavily to the ground.