Master, you have changed

There was no wind in the Ziling Mine buried deep underground, but at this moment, the wind danced wildly in his clothes.

Feng this night inevitably sucked in a lot of purple spiritual power, feeling that as his strength grows, people are gradually becoming irritable.

He could only bury his face in his master's clothes, and he had a bad guess in his heart.

Master just reminded himself not to enter the body with spiritual power, this spiritual power must be weird!

The Purple Spirit Mine is just above the seal of the demon king "Ye Sheng", and thunder comes out every day, probably because the seal is weakened, the demon spirit is released, and the sky is thundering.

And this Purple Spirit Mine must not be pure!

Feng Jiye tried his best to suppress the irritability in his heart, but the bad memories automatically played back in his mind, his eyes began to turn red, his hostility became heavier, and he whispered in a hoarse voice: "Master, take me away!"

He really wanted to knock himself out so that he wouldn't lose control, but subconsciously he refused to give in and only suppressed it forcibly.

The ghost-faced man seemed surprised, looked up, and said in amazement: "You two are really interesting, master and apprentice. This king has never seen a person who is so young and thoughtful, who can be enchanted by a light hook. I have never seen a living More than 600 years old, his hands are stained with blood, but his heart is pure, and he has no desires not to fall into a monster. Why don't you stay together?"

As he spoke, the purple air became thicker and denser, like big intangible hands tightly strangling the two of them.

Feng Jiye thought vaguely, Ziqi could be used by Ye Sheng, did he create it?

Or it would be more appropriate to describe it with a disguised demonic energy.

Look carefully, there are deep cracks hidden under the turbulent airflow, these purple qi come out of the cracks, Ye Sheng, not far from breaking the seal!

Hu Qingjue didn't know what method he used to take him out of the shackles and leave the center of the sealed place. Ziqi chased him frantically in the mine tunnel.

It was not until the purple energy disappeared completely and there were no purple spirit stones on the surface of the mine tunnel that the crisis was finally resolved.

Feng Yiye's body lightened, and he fell to the ground. He was dazed for a moment, stood up with his hands on the ground, and grinned in pain. He always wanted to take advantage of his mouth. The blood was flowing, and my mind went blank all of a sudden, and I hurriedly wiped it with my hand.

His voice trembled slightly, and he kept whispering: "Master..."

"Master..."

"Master..."

He had only seen his master injured once in his life, and it was the palm he didn't want to hit during the immortal attack at the Demon Execution Platform. It was obviously dark red blood flowing, but it was more dazzling than the sun.

It was his fault. If he hadn't been possessed by demons, the master would not have been forced to the Demon Execution Stage by those people who were not of the same rank.

If there were no such things, he would still be able to stay away from the hustle and bustle, appreciate his teacher's kindness, be harmonious and warm, and there would be no ghosts, ghosts, powers and enemies!

It would be fine if I didn't take revenge... It would be fine if I didn't kill that person... Everything wouldn't be as tragic as it was in the end.

He was wrong... really knew it was wrong...

I never want the people around me to be injured and die, and I never want to see the most respected person turn around and leave...

The moment Xian Fa's blood flowed into rivers and wounded, the sword that pierced his heart shattered all his self-righteousness, but what hurt the most was not being killed, but... the heartbroken look on that man's face before he died.

He has done all kinds of bad things and has hatred all over the world. Even if he is hostile to him, he is self-righteous, thinking that the master will never hurt himself. He doesn't follow the plan. He will join forces with Xianmen to attack himself.

But when everything is irreversible, the most painful thing is not being killed by the person who is regarded as heaven, but seeing the pain on the face of the master when he stabbed himself.

He didn't know what kind of mood the quiet and quiet Master Qing Leng was in to kill him at that time, but it still hurt, which showed that he didn't regard himself as a stranger who had broken the relationship between master and apprentice, so it would be good, and he could kill him before he died. Seeing Master hurt because of himself is death and consummation...

Feng Jiye carefully wiped the corners of his mouth tremblingly, the irritability in his mind disappeared, and his mind was full of him hurting the master again!

Hu Qingjue turned his head, stared sideways from the corner of his eye, avoided wiping, and was silent for a while, then suddenly frowned slightly, stepped forward, protected him behind him, and annihilated him.

The enemies hidden in the dark moved out smelling the blood, and Feng Qiye was pressed behind him, a smear of blood flashed in his black eyes, Xingyuan sword came out, and he was suppressed again.

He is still clean in this life!Can't kill!Can't kill!otherwise…

Otherwise, it will be the same as the previous life, drinking blood from the abyss, endlessly!

He tried his best to suppress the murderous thoughts in his heart, knowing that he was affected by the purple spiritual power and his mind was disturbed.

But the master is facing all the enemies alone, how can he be indifferent!

Can't move!Can't kill!

Whose blood is the blood sprinkled in the air?

Who is moaning in pain?

The good memories in my mind were separated and annihilated bit by bit, the pain and unwillingness, anger and self-blame in the dark years gradually filled my heart.

Feng Jiye's eyes were red, and the veins in the hand holding the sword were bulging. He pressed against the wall, watching his master fight and took the time to separate the ice barrier to protect him in a mine tunnel.

Listen to his order: "Don't come out"

Feng closed his eyes this night, lowered his head, and the cold touch crawled and dripped from his eyelids.

He told himself: Don't move!Can't kill!

If you don't want to repeat the same mistakes, don't kill people!

it does not matter!These people are not very strong!Master alone can deal with it!

But... what if the sound of fighting attracts the attention of the higher-ups, and a stronger enemy comes?

Can't move!Can't move!Believe in Master!

Faint black air lingers, faintly present, Feng Qiye's cheeks are as pale as paper, invisible, but heard more clearly!

"Humph…!"

Who is humming?Is it Master?he got hurt?

Maybe it was only for a moment, but it was as long as a century. There was a familiar aura around me, and the cold temperature of the enchantment disappeared.

The man's voice was as usual, indifferent and steady.

"Walk"

Only then did Feng Yeye open his eyes, look carefully at it, and after confirming that it was not Master's blood, he tremblingly said, "Master, are you not injured?"

Hu Qingjue was silent for a moment, staring at him with his silver eyes very lightly, stretched out his hand to cover Feng Yetian's spiritual cover, and poured down a majestic spiritual force, before saying: "No."

"That's great!"

Feng felt relieved this night, feeling the turmoil in his body being calmed down by his spiritual power, and the previous turmoil was also calmed down instantly, and the blood in his eyes gradually faded.

He didn't know his appearance changed, he was very embarrassed, and a thought circulated in his mind endlessly.

God!He was crying!Master saw it!I'm ashamed to see people!

Indignant in my heart, I turned into anger from embarrassment and rushed forward on the spur of the moment, thinking, I am in such a mess because of my master!How unfair that he doesn't know anything yet!

Vigorously wiped away tears on the opponent's shirt, suddenly realized that he offended the master with a flick of his head?

This is Master!People who used to dare not get closer than one meter when walking, and who dare not get close to teaching spells!

But... Master looks cold, his body is not cold at all, but a bit cold, like a cold-blooded creature, far from ice.

It must be very comfortable to hold in the summer, speaking of Anju Peak is midsummer...

stop!stop now!what's on your mind!It's dangerous, you know!

Wait, I've been hugging for a while, why haven't I been pushed away?

Feng Yiye felt that he was in a mess at the moment, and he didn't know what he was thinking at all. After waiting for a while, he hadn't been pushed away, so he raised his head and looked carefully.

Just bumped into a pair of silver eyes, and couldn't move away immediately.

Those indifferent eyes reflected his own appearance, as if he could no longer tolerate other people.

He staggered his gaze, and simply carried on to the end, his hands tightened, his heart was beating violently, the guilty conscience at that moment, and the greed at this moment were too abnormal!

A chaotic atmosphere began to appear in the mine tunnel again, and new enemies were coming here. Hu Qingjue's eyes returned from confusion to indifference, he wrapped Feng Ziye's waist, and swung his sword upwards.

The sword qi cut through the earth and rocks with great force, and saw the sky again in the dark.

The rocks are like rain, separated by ice blue, Feng Qiye completely lost the ability to think, why did he still hold him by himself just now, but suddenly became embraced?And Master is still one-handed!

He was hit, unable to recover for a long time, staring at the hand let go of himself, wishing to get him back again.

Someone from a distance said: "Kill the intruder quickly! Don't let Mu Yunyu find out!"

It was Wei Lin's voice.