Abandoned Immortals

"You are not only rebellious, but also devoid of conscience."

Que Mingcheng quietly appeared behind Yu Lianxin, and said sarcastically.

He didn't know when he came and how long he stood there before Yu Lian became obsessed with Que Qingyun, and he didn't know how much he saw and heard.

With her left hand resting lightly on Que Qingyun's face, Yu Lian focused her attention on the woman's beautiful sleeping face, and without raising her head when she heard the sound, she raised the corners of her mouth indifferently: "So, so what?"

Que Mingcheng sneered: "You belittled a father's daughter in front of him, why does it seem to be taken for granted?"

Yu Lianxin finally turned her head to look at him, with a cold and sneering look on her face, she said sarcastically, "You are the one who said you didn't recognize her as a daughter, so why would you have the face to claim to be her father now?"

"Smart teeth, extremely arrogant, worthy of being the spiritual heir of the Jingxu Sect." Que Mingcheng sneered, "You must be sure, don't let me down."

"It's always my own thoughts that drive me to act. Even though you and I cooperate, you can't even think about driving me." Yu Lian stared at Que Mingcheng without hesitation, confronting him aggressively.

"Hmph, as you please."

Que Mingcheng turned around and walked into the depths of the dense fog. In the darkness covered by dead branches, the terrifying and gloomy aura was still gathering and growing.

Yu Lian calmed down and breathed, looking through the deepening mist at the devil tire silk that stretched its teeth and claws ahead, feeling an indescribable depression in her heart.

Maybe there was something wrong, some clue that she had overlooked.

She wasn't afraid, and she didn't feel any regrets, the worst thing was that they would die together and destroy everything.

I have come this far, and there is no turning back, but the inexplicable emotion that grows in my heart is like a thorn growing in the flesh, I don't feel pain, but it's hard to ignore its existence.

It doesn't matter.

She followed Que Mingcheng's footsteps, and her slim figure gradually disappeared in the darkness.

Behind her, Que Qingyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened a line, and a secret murderous intent flashed across the dark eyes shrouded in mist in an instant.

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boom--

Demon Lord Qu Yan sent Yu Lianxin away, and was about to leave the secret path, when a majestic palm came in front of him.

He guessed that Ji Bozong would come, but he didn't expect that the other party was so fast. The moment he rushed to his face, he instinctively retreated, and at the same time swung his sleeves to resist.

That palm bombarded the entrance of the secret path, shaking the mountain violently, the strong wind blew away the thick fog, broke the thousand-year-old trees, split the thick rocks, and set off billowing dust.

The aftermath of shattering that is as sharp as a knife is hidden in this dust. If one accidentally inhales it, it will easily shatter his internal organs and destroy his flesh and bones.

The Demon Lord narrowly avoided the direct impact, the majestic mountain resisted most of the power, but was swept away by the rest of the energy in the Yisan Cave, his body burst into a burst of energy and blood, almost like a burning fire.

As expected, he is one of the few great masters in the Hedao Realm who have achieved great achievements in the world. There are even rumors that Ji Bozong is very likely to break through the Hollow Realm within a hundred years and become another generation of grand masters in the history of Tinglan Sect.

But so what?

A cluster of cold purple light ignited in Mojun Quyan's eyes, his hands were folded and sealed, the wind knife cut through his palm, he cut off a finger, pressed the remaining nine bloody fingerprints into the void, and pulled out eighteen purple gold souls Banners, around the side of the body.

The bones all over the body cracked and crackled, and the meridians also expanded twice under the influence of the spell. The aura of the world within a hundred miles was instantly evacuated, and the aura surged in the body, and then injected into the soul streamer.

It's fine if you don't make a move, and it's a must-kill stunt at the bottom of the box.

His today's enemy is Ji Bozong, an opponent who will destroy him if he is not careful.

Ji Bozong stood suspended in the air, his spiritual consciousness spread, and he felt the spiritual pressure suddenly raised in the cave in front of him. His pupils were dim under his half-drooped eyelids, and he broke the trump card of Quyan Mojun: "Eighteen soul flags magic sound array! I can't think of it in my lifetime!" , can see Qin Demon's unique skills again, even if he dies, he will have no regrets!"

"Qin Demon" is the respectful name given to Guo Yan's father by the people of Jianghu.

Hundreds of years ago, the Qin Demon was famous and had countless disciples, and his cultivation level was still higher than that of the Tinglan Sect Master at that time.

He created the magic sound array of eighteen soul flags by himself, and defeated the righteous people all over the world. The masters of all sects in Yuzhou have no match for him.

It's a pity that more than a hundred years ago, Qin Demon failed in closing the death pass to attack the void realm. After exiting the pass, he lost all reason and went crazy. .

"Don't compare this seat with that old thing!" Mojun Quyan shouted coldly, and when his sleeves flew, the Eighteen Soul Flags circled into the air, sweeping away the dust around him in a radius of ten feet.

He raised two fingers together and drew two soul flags to attack Ji Bozong.

Ji Bozong's eyes showed contempt, and he smashed the soul flags with a palm, and then raised his eyes, and the remaining sixteen soul flags circled and flew at the same time.

At the same time, bursts of magic sounds staggered and hit the ears, and the eardrums of both ears shook violently, like the sound of a knife scraping gold and iron, straight to the heart and soul.

Ji Bozong's aura was shaking all over his body, and before the soul flag came close, it was blocked by the aura of body protection three feet away from him.

Surrounded by vigor, the formation flags were hoisted and circled quickly. When the shadows intersected, the mournful neighing of ghosts was faintly heard.

Ji Bozong's face was stern, and the spiritual energy in his palms condensed into a blazing white brilliance. He wanted to break all the eighteen flags in one fell swoop, so that Demon Monarch Qu Yan would know what it means to drop ten sessions with one force.

The soul flag was crumbling in the center of the storm, and the flagpole made a crackling sound, and it was about to be destroyed by a huge force.

Suddenly, Ji Bozong's pupils shrank, and he felt the fusion of spiritual power around him. There was a warning sign in his heart, and his face sank like water in an instant.

Great!

Before he could retreat, the Eighteen Soul Flags exploded at the same time, and countless evil spirits scrambled out, rushing towards him like a swarm of bees, wrapping him tightly inside.

These unjust ghosts are vicious and vicious, they feed on the spirit of life, surrounded him like hungry wolves, bit off his protective spirit cover in an instant, trying to penetrate into his soul through the seven orifices.

The ghost horn bursts, rising instead of falling.

Anticipating that Ji Bozong would look down on him, the devil's eyes flashed a sharp cold light, he made a desperate move, regardless of the consequences, and released all the evil spirits he had reared for 200 years, enough for Ji Bozong to drink a pot!

The seals of both hands changed rapidly, and Mojun Quyan flew back and retreated. In just a few breaths, he was already hundreds of miles away.

Ji Bozong yelled angrily, and the power of He Dao Realm spread like a flood, washing away all the evil spirits surrounding him.

Countless ghosts were strangled by the storm, and their souls were scattered.

The Demon Lord in the distance shook violently, his chest collapsed, and he spit out a large mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs.

"Hahahahahaha!!!" He couldn't stop laughing wildly, with a crazy expression, "Immortal thing, come and kill me if you have the ability!"

His limbs were crushed by the power of the void, and his body exploded into a turbid blood mist in the air. The moment he landed, it turned into pieces of bright red ice crystals, like broken mirrors, which instantly dissolved and dissipated from the dense fog.

Ji Bozong clenched his hands into fists, his eyes darkened.

Just a little bit, which is a pity.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura rose from the deep forest behind him, causing Ji Bozong's heart to tremble, and he hurriedly turned around to look at the source of the coercion.

When he realized that he had been caught by Qu Yan's devil king's plan to attack east and west, and gave Yu Lian enough time to wake up the devil's fetus, his complexion sank again and again, as black as the bottom of a pot.

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Yu Lianxin followed Que Mingcheng to the bottom of the devil's womb. The closer she got, the more clearly she could feel the rising spiritual pressure, like a weighty stone pressing on her heart, squeezing her lungs, and even her breathing became heavy and difficult .

Que Mingcheng winked at her, and Yu Lian took two steps forward expressionlessly, the landslide and tsunami-like pressure rushed towards her face, piled heavily on her slender shoulders, squeezing her body , trying to make her kneel on the spot.

She clearly felt the suppression from her bloodline, this terrifying monster was actually her ancestor.

Although it is waking up at the moment, the speed is far from enough.

They want to lend a helping hand to Hunkui and fully awaken Ji Bozong's consciousness before he finds him. In this way, they can reap the benefits of both Ji Bozong and Hunkui when they are both at risk.

With that devastating spiritual pressure in her heart, Yu Lian stretched out her hand, and pressed the knotted meridians on the surface of the devil's tire. The black fog snaked towards her, wrapped around her wrist, and pierced her palm.

Blood gurgled and flowed, and the bright red lines poured into the belly of the fetus along the fetal silk on the surface of the magic tire.

In an instant, Yu Lian's ears buzzed.

The fetal heartbeat was deafening.

The terrifying aura grew several times faster than before, and a dark red ring-shaped light spread out with the vibration of the magic tire. Wherever it passed, the vegetation withered, the insects and fish withered, the birds fell from the sky, and the animals fell to the ground and died.

The magic embryo wakes up, and all the mirrored virtual scenes in the mirror virtual gate turn virtual into reality at this moment, and all the creatures still trapped in the secret realm lose their life-saving trump cards.

Que Mingcheng looked crazy, and the corners of his mouth grinned more and more.

"Hahahahahahaha!" He laughed wildly, his eyes glowing red.

Using the blood of the spirit heir to raise the devil fetus, once this process starts, if there is no external force to stop it, Yu Lian's heart will be drained of flesh and blood, and even the bones and skin will become the nourishment of the demigod's soul.

Do you think that mere soul oath can restrain him?

too naive.

He wants to subvert Ting Lanzong and take revenge on all those who have used him. He will not hesitate to lose his soul, but also to witness the moment when everything dies.

Now, there is only one step away from success.

The steaming mist on the surface of the devil's fetus had swallowed the entire arm of the sacrifice, Yu Lian's consciousness gradually faded, and when her eyes were about to close, a cold sword light came from the sky, cutting off the fetal silk that bound her.

Que Mingcheng's face changed drastically, and he roared angrily: "Who is it?! Get out!"

Another flash of sword light answered him.

Shine——

Que Mingcheng raised his arm to block it, the sharp edge of the sword sliced ​​open his arm instantly, leaving a wound with deep bone visible, when the blood splashed everywhere, a blood-colored phantom appeared among the flying blood foam.

The black ancient sword was illuminated by the blood light, projecting a pair of extremely cold and beautiful eyes.

Que Qingyun slashed at Que Mingcheng's throat with a sword, and the latter reacted immediately, retreating to avoid the sharp edge of the sword, but was still swept away by the overflowing sword energy.

Suddenly, his throat felt cold, and an inch-long line of blood appeared on his neck. This sword almost cut off his head.

When flying back, it was too late for both feet to stand firm, and several dense sword lights came oncoming, and at the same time, Que Qingyun's extremely cold whisper sounded:

"I will go up to the poor and fall to the underworld, and I will smash your three souls and seven souls, pull out your bones, and you will never recover!"

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