Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

Yin Jiu didn't know if he was crying, but Su Ye's finger on his cheek was warm.

For the first time since Wanniang left, he cast his eyes seriously on Su Ye's face, and carefully looked at this apprentice who had been by his side for more than ten years.

In fact, he was not completely ignorant of Wanniang's affairs.

And Su Ye's feelings for him were not completely unaware of him.

However, he didn't know how to face Wan Niang's death and Su Ye's love.

But today, everything happened too suddenly.

The blood from the corners of Su Ye's lips gushed out continuously, and the shocking blood hole on his chest was also like a fountain, with the undulations of his breathing, glaring bright red blood was constantly gushing out.

Yin Jiu condensed the healing spiritual power on his fingertips with trembling fingers, trying to stop the blood that was gushing more and more, but a white light flashed across his fingertips, and it dissipated in an instant.

Su Ye smiled, and touched the corner of Yin Jiu's eyes with his fingers, wiping away a drop of tear that rolled down his eyes, and then fell powerlessly.

He saw the little jade gourd that he personally put on Yin Jiu's hairpin this morning, shaking gently.

enough, enough...

He is a sinner, Simu likes it, so it's better not to say such things, lest he leave, and Yin Jiu, a bad guy, will only add to the troubles.

"Yin Jiu... Thank you, in my next life... I will still want to..."

I still want to meet you again, and I want to be someone who can blatantly tell you that I like you.

He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, his eyes closed slowly, and his chest no longer rose or fell.

And Yin Jiu kept his kneeling posture, holding Su Ye's gradually cold body.

He couldn't respond to Su Ye's feelings, but he always regarded him as his apprentice and protected him under his wings; he knew that Su Ye hated monsters the most, so he kept his identity secret. He wanted to dissolve Su Ye The prejudice against the demon clan and the deep-seated hatred, he wanted to be able to tell him his identity one day.

But not in such a tragic way, at such a painful price.

A tear fell down his cheek, Yin Jiu leaned over, and gently kissed Su Ye's forehead.

I'm sorry, Master is useless and failed to protect you well.

Nan Heng and Xiao Tingxun stood behind him, both of them had cold expressions on their faces.

Qi Jin was still in a daze, just staring at Yin Jiu and his senior brother who was getting colder in his arms, and opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

One hand of Zhou Chong was nailed to the ground by Nan Heng with a horn. He gasped heavily in pain and wanted to pull out his sword, but the dragon horn sword exuded a strong devilish energy, lingering around the sword. body, making him unable to use his spiritual power at all.

Zhou Chong was overjoyed, the dragon horn sword was surrounded by demon energy, it must be that Nan Heng's seal was broken.

Enduring the severe pain, he raised his other hand and swung it down vigorously. The killers from the Chuzong Pavilion immediately rushed up and surrounded Nan Heng and the others.

With a murderous look behind them, Nan Heng and Xiao Tingxun suddenly turned around, and the dozens of killers from the Chuzong Pavilion had arrived in an instant.

The two looked at each other, then leaned back against each other, fighting with the killers.

Seeing the killers of Chuzong Pavilion also fall down one after another, Nan Heng was terrified to hear Zhou Chong's sly smile.

Before he could think too much, he could only hear the sound of countless footsteps approaching.

He stood there dazedly, with glaring blood dripping from his corner.

Suddenly he heard a loud cry from the slanting stab: "Found it! The Demon Lord is here!"

Then one after another: "Ah! That's the devil! Quick, kill him!"

"Yes, this remnant of the demon clan must not be let go! He cannot be allowed to make a comeback!"

"Ah!" Among the monks with different school uniforms, a young man suddenly blushed.

A colleague next to him asked him, "Ah Cheng, what's the matter?"

The young man named Ah Cheng was ashamed and annoyed, pointing to Xiao Tingxun who was beside Nan Heng and said, "Don't you think that's Elder Yuqing from the Changqing Sect?!"

"Those rumors are indeed true! What kind of upright fairy is going to hang out with the demons! How shameless!"

A stone stirred up thousands of waves, and his words fell. These monks of various schools and sects who came from all directions looked at the two with more shame in their eyes.

"Bah! How shameless! In such a large crowd, two people are so close!"

"This... this, they are simply disregarding human relations!"

"I think this Changqing sect is a disaster for Wozi. Elder Yuqing and Mozun are getting together. Hey, look again. Isn't that the second elder of the Changqing sect? He has a fox tail? This, this is still a demon." !"

"Oh my god, it's so lively! I think it's better to disband the Changqing faction as soon as possible! It's become a den of demons!"

Amidst the loud discussions of the crowd, Zhou Chong showed a triumphant smile.

Nan Heng's clenched fists were full of blue veins. He raised his hand suddenly, and the vigorous demonic energy overflowed with his movements. Kakuzo came to answer the call and was held in his palm.

"Are you happy to say that?"

His face changed dramatically, and his eyes were as red as boiling hot magma: "My master, I am the Changqing sect, how can you allow you bastards to talk about it!"

The voice fell, the horns slashed out, the fierce blue and purple spiritual currents intertwined, and the strong wind swept across, those fairy door wastes who could only talk about kung fu rolled down in an instant.

The smile on Zhou Chong's face was even brighter.

Yes, that's it, break through the seal, completely release the magic blood, and wait until he is fully fused, then you can start.

"Ahhhh!"

"Oh my god!"

"Damn it! My waist!"

"Bah! What a shameless devil! You don't even talk about martial arts!"

"Yes, what are you doing in a surprise attack! Shameless!"

Screaming and scolding were endless, Nan Heng retracted the horn, leisurely held a sword flower in his hand, and said with a smile: "You all call me a devil, what do I still talk about about martial arts?"

"You...! Shameless!"

The bearded old man at the head was trembling with anger, and held his sword for a long time before getting up from the ground: "Give me all! I'm afraid that you will fail as a demon!"

As soon as the words fell, the disciples and monks behind him rushed forward with their swords in hand, and the other sects also rushed forward.

Nan Heng quenched more spiritual power on the edge of the sword, and there was something hot on his chest, as if it was about to break through the confinement.

Those ignorant monks in front of him had already charged up, he lifted the horn irritably, swung it down, hot blood spurted out, and gradually sprayed on his face and body.

But the hotness in his chest seemed to have eased a bit, so he pierced through those dregs who uttered obscenities even more ruthlessly, one by one monks fell in front of him, he just felt extremely refreshed.

Behind him, Xiao Tingxun's voice seemed to be faintly heard, but he shook his head and put the small voice behind him.

Hurry up, hurry up, kill Zhou Chong, kill these bastards!

Damn them all, damn them all!

The night when Heilin Mountain was besieged by a hundred families of the Immortal Sect seemed to come back to his mind.

The flames of Heilin Mountain shot up to the sky, his mother Su Wanqing jumped down from the eaves, and died together with those dregs of the immortal sect.

His little sister, who was less than five years old, was thrown to the ground, pierced with a sword, and trampled on by a vicious dog who claimed to be righteous!

He wants them to pay in blood!Pay with your life!

Hatred grew in his chest, and the strong force in his chest became more vigorous, and he exerted force suddenly.

Behind him, Xiao Tingxun frowned, and spat out a mouthful of blood from his pale face.

"Nan Heng!"

Behind him, Xiao Tingxun's voice suddenly tore through the mist.

Nan Heng suddenly returned to his senses, he turned his head and saw Xiao Tingxun's face was pale, with glaring blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

His figure was thin and almost transparent, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

"...Master?"

Nan Heng was startled: "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Tingxun held his chest tightly and shook his head: "Let's go first, don't beat me."

"But they...they slandered you and the Changqing sect in such a way, they also besieged Heilin Mountain, and..."

"Let's go first." Xiao Tingxun's voice was terrifyingly cold, "Go back to the Changqing faction first, as soon as possible."

Nan Heng didn't say any more, he stepped forward to support Xiao Tingxun, and called Qi Jin who was still sitting on the ground in a deep voice: "Help the second elder, take Su Ye with you, and leave here."

Seeming to be instantly awakened by him, Qi Jin didn't need him to speak a second time, and lifted up Yin Jiu who was kneeling on the ground.

However, Yin Jiu was still half dragging and half holding Su Ye's body in his arms.

They turned around and wanted to leave, Zhou Chong would not let it go, he covered the back of his hand pierced by Nan Heng, grinned and said: "What are you waiting for? The devil is going to escape!"

After saying that, the surviving monks of the immortal sect also reacted immediately. They gritted their teeth, stared, and chased Nan Heng and the others with their swords in hand.

Although their magic power is not high, and their swordsmanship can't beat Nan Heng and Xiao Tingxun, but there are so many of them, Nan Heng and his defeated soldiers will definitely not last long.

Several people ran towards the path, but Xiao Tingxun stopped suddenly.

Nan Heng held his hand and paused: "Master, what's wrong?"

Xiao Tingxun said nothing, summoned Shuang Zhou, and a soft tone flowed out, circling from the forest.

In an instant, huge waves surged out of nowhere in front of them. The waves rolled and roared, separating them from the chasing immortal monks, forming a huge water wall.

It's the giant tsunami technique, it's written in the book, it's very powerful, Xiao Tingxun rarely uses it.

Nan Heng sighed, unexpectedly, he would see it at such a time.

"Let's go."

With the indifferent voice of his master next to his ear, Nan Heng nodded, summoned Jiao Zang, and led Xiao Tingxun to Yujian.

Yin Jiu also forced himself to get away from the grief. He tried his best to put away the fox tail and ears, took the cold corpses of Qi Jin and Su Ye with him, and pulled out a folding fan from his sleeve. A light flashed, and the folding fan was caught Zoom in, and lead the three of them firmly behind Nan Heng and the others.

They swept past countless villages and towns at their feet, and were surprised to see the people crying, and the men in black, surrounded by black devilish energy, walked among the people, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of crimes.

"Master, this is... what's wrong?"

Nan Heng's hand hanging in his sleeve was clenched in vain, that's not the case, there is no such plot in the original book.

Xiao Tingxun's brows were stern, and his voice was very hoarse when he spoke, "I'm afraid it's all Zhou Gan's fault."

"He..." Nan Heng's back instantly slipped countless cold sweats, "Does he want the demons to bear an eternal infamy, and wants me to be pushed to the opposite side by the hundreds of families of immortals, and even... even the entire human world?"

The man with a cold silhouette, with his jaw tensed, nodded lightly.