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With the sound of the dragon chant, Wei Siying clasped his palms in the air, and sucked Lu Fan's soul to his face.

The soul body as black as a ball of ink struggled and writhed under the pale five fingers, the soul smoke scattered, and there was a gurgling sound in Lu Fan's throat, it was not a ghost cry, it was better than a ghost cry.

He screamed: "What Lord Si Yinglong... what Emperor Haochang... just rely on two little snakes to survive, both of whom are defeated by me..."

Wei Siying stood still in mid-air, his bloodless lips were tightly pressed, and he didn't say a word, but the golden flame visible to the naked eye suddenly burned from his palm, and expanded into a huge dragon head through the whistling palm wind, turning the black The soul body swallowed the dragon flame.

This late dragon flame is so vicious, but it is not enough to appease thousands of innocent souls who died in vain.

Wei Siying hated himself for being merciful, if not, he should have put Lu Fan in Ziyunzong in 12 years, how could he have harmed his senior sister and brother He, and made countless brothers and sisters splatter the blood of Yukun Peak.

Ever since he came to this world, he has been forced into entanglement with Lu Fan. Even if Mo Xuanfang took the initiative to resolve it, he should have known that the son of heaven is the son of heaven after all, and the will of heaven is so strong. How can it be harmonious?

There are many things in the world that cannot be solved by killing people.But there are some grievances that cannot be solved, and the death is the end.

Amid Lu Fan's distorted roar, the light of the Dragon Flame illuminated the entire valley, spring grass was everywhere, and the branches sprouted new shoots. The two brothers Han Bo and Han Wen also turned into human forms one by one, cuddling weakly together.

Only Mo Xuanfang looked at Wei Siying worriedly. Lu Fan's roar was unusual, shaking his consciousness, and he felt suffocated in this empty valley.

"Mr. Long, be careful."

He jumped towards Wei Siying and rushed towards the source of danger.

Wei Siying still closed his eyes tightly, but the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. He naturally felt the sense of oppression from the soul body under his palm.

Unexpectedly, this lonely ghost's remnant soul, his own golden dragon dragon flame can't be burned to death, can't be pinched out, it really is the son of heaven.

Wei Siying gathered his five fingers together and raised them flat into a fist, allowing the golden dragon's soul body to circle around his body, roaring angrily.

The more dense dragon flames exploded, burning a transparent space with him as the center, the flames billowed, making it impossible for Mo Xuanfang to get close, and Lu Fan's soul body could no longer bear it, and broke into pieces in an instant.

The scattered soul body moved little by little, and suddenly, a fissioned soul body stretched and swelled, broke through the dragon flame, and flew towards Hanbo and Hanwen.

The two brothers are exhausted at this time, it is barely enough to save their lives, let alone fighting with this soul body, if they let it rush in front of them, they will die, and they will have no power to fight back.

Although Wei Siying couldn't see, but his spiritual sense was so keen, he intercepted Lu Fan from the air before he did evil, and scattered his soul and body with one palm.

This palm only lasted for a moment, but the dragon flame space also had a flaw when the spiritual power shifted, and the scattered souls inside seized this short moment and quickly gathered together in one place, and Lu Fan's piercing laughter sounded in the dragon flame , the soul body has broken out of the siege and rushed towards the vast Lingcang Mountains.

It turned out that Lu Fan's ruthless attack on the two brothers Han Bo and Han Wen was actually a deceit.

Long Yan soared straight into the sky, then silently condensed into a speck of light, and sank into Wei Siying's body. A faint anger appeared on his face, he frowned slightly, and chased after Lu Fan.

Lu Fan, you are dying today, and you cannot fly without wings.

At this moment, huge gray tentacles like mountains burst out of the densely packed caves in the valley, gushing out like the arms of countless giants. The fists on the arms were cracked, and the foul-smelling magma mixed with gray and dark red was spit out, covering the sky and covering the earth. He launched an attack on Wei Siying from a dead angle, and came from all directions at the same time.

The symbiosis was opened again, and the hundreds of millions of dead souls in Lu Fan's body merged with the Lingcang Mountain Range, exercising the power of the ancient gods.

The two brothers Hanbo and Hanwen on the ground couldn't bear this force, and they struggled to gradually transform into a snake shape.

But a blue shadow flew forward, standing side by side with Wei Siying in mid-air.

Mo Xuanfang's voice said anxiously: "Mr. Long, quickly come behind me."

Wei Siying gave an "um" and turned behind Mo Xuanfang. The two leaned back to each other, and handed over their backs to each other.

The magma came fast and urgently, overwhelming, unstoppable, and the dense stench blocked the air, converging into a rotten vortex.

This weird power is really rare, Wei Siying and Mo Xuanfang were immediately sucked into the center of the vortex, and Mo Xuanfang used his golden body as a shield to envelop the two of them.

And Wei Siying's dragon flames had dispersed into thousands of fiery swords, overwhelmingly cutting towards the tentacles of the cave.

The gray tentacles twisted and resisted, the earth trembled and arched, like a continuous mountain and sea creature, and the entire valley belonged to Lu Fan alone.

The eruption of magma decayed the wood and stone, eroded the birds and melted it, and a thick gray-black smoke rose from the melting of all things over the valley. The sky was dim, and the smoke rolled, trapping thousands of fire swords.

The two fought each other, Wei Siying was already wounded, and in Lingcang Mountain, he couldn't use his full strength to win the battle quickly, so he had to suppress the surging blood in his chest while casting spells.

Mo Xuanfang's spiritual power was blocked and he was unable to participate in the battle, and his entire spiritual perception was on Wei Siying's body. At this moment, he felt his body trembling slightly, knowing that Wei Siying's old injury was triggered during the battle, and he couldn't help but feel tormented.

He carefully observed that the misty smoke was similar to the rotten gas in the rotten cave, and thought that the rotten gas was the most resistant to the devilish energy, and perhaps this reduced the power of the dragon flame and fire sword.

Mo Xuanfang didn't even think about it, and immediately cast out the Bliss Magic Sky Whisk, and it really swept out a clear sky in the misty smoke.

Wei Siying immediately noticed the gap in the rotten air, and thousands of fire swords pierced through it.In an instant, the dragon chant moved the world, and wherever the golden shadow passed, it killed all the tentacles in the huge cave.

Blood energy sprinkled all over the sky like shattered raindrops, the wailing of hundreds of millions of dead souls resounded through the valley, misty smoke scattered and condensed into clusters, and black ghosts appeared in the sky impressively.

The immortal Lu Fan.

A rotten aura found in the depths of Nine Netherness and in the center of the sea of ​​corpses submerged Luo Tianshangxian's shield, piercing Wei Siying's chest like a rotten bloody spear.

Wei Siying couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood, and almost fell to his knees.

"Xiao Wei, Wei Qing, Wei Siying..."

Lu Fan smiled grimly, "I've said it a long time ago, I am the god in this Lingcang Mountain, and you are just a cat's mouse in my eyes. As long as you are a golden dragon for a day, you will be defeated by me. Eternal suppression, hahaha... Do you understand now? I don't want you to die, I want you to turn into every mountain, every stone, every plant and every tree in this Lingcang Mountain, and enshrine me as a god forever..."

"what!"

Suddenly there was a piercing scream.

Lu Fan's body twitched suddenly, he couldn't believe it, struggling in pain and despair: "How could it be? How could you..."

A golden long sword pierced his body, and Wei Siying, the owner of the golden sword, stood in front of him with an indifferent sneer on his lips.

Lu Fan's soul body slowly dissipated under Wei Siying's invisible eyes, this time it really dissipated, like a moth to a flame, being absorbed into the sharp long blade of a sword.

"Why?" Lu Fan held his last breath.

He was clearly strong and hard-working, and determined to be a strong man in the world, but he lost to a fool who valued senior brothers and sisters more than cultivation.

He thought that he was blessed by the gods, that he could defeat the golden dragon, the seven gods and demons, Luo Tian's golden body, and calculate the four seasons of the sky, but even if he defeated the demon, he still fell short in the face of Wei Siying.

"I want to know why...why...so unwilling..."

"Then I'll tell you."

The wind blew through the decaying smoke and dust, revealing the blue sky. Wei Siying's grip on the hilt of the sword never let go. I, there is no demon in my heart?

There is no difference between the magic energy and spiritual energy in this world, and there is nothing that can be restrained.You have gods, and there is Tao in the world, and this is my Tao. "

After the word "Tao" was finished, Wei Siying stabbed with his sword, and the sword body penetrated Lu Fan's body to the hilt.

Lu Fan's body twitched: "So it's like this..." His blurred facial features gradually calmed down, but suddenly he showed a strange smile.

The ghost made an imperceptible chuckle, wanted to say something, but finally disappeared.

The fragrance of grass and trees was smelled in the valley again, and the sound of ding-dong water was heard in the ears. Hanbo and Hanwen changed back into human form again, hugging each other and weeping with joy.

After killing his old enemy, Wei Siying relaxed for a while, put away the long sword transformed by Longyan, slowly descended into the clouds, sat on the stone and held his breath to meditate.

Mo Xuanfang followed closely behind, staring at Wei Siying for a long time.

What Wei Siying said just now deeply shocked Mo Xuanfang. He only felt that the Dao practiced by the world could not achieve such complete fearlessness.

In the dark, he felt that such words were so reasonable, impeccable, and faintly consistent with his own way, but why, such words came from the mouth of the Dragon Lord of the Demon Race.

While he was thinking, Wei Siying suddenly frowned, as if he was suppressing something in his body, and finally couldn't hold on, leaned on the ground, and coughed forcefully.

Mo Xuanfang hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and asked with concern, "Is Dragon Lord okay?"

The two brothers Han Bo and Han Wen also supported each other and walked over. Han Wen knelt down and said, "My lord, what's wrong with your body? It's all my fault, I didn't help the lord kill that villain."

Wei Siying closed his eyes tightly and gasped, "Hanwen, it's okay to be alone, I just want your brothers to go first."

He said to Mo Xuanfang again: "Yuanli, please take Hanbo and Hanwen to my Haochang territory, and pass on my oral instructions to house them brothers. This kind of love, I, Wei Siying, will definitely repay it in the future. "

Mo Xuanfang said lightly: "We will discuss this matter later."

But while talking, he grabbed Wei Siying's hand, put his hand on his pulse, and found that although his life was not in danger, his pulse was intertwined and frantic, as if he was about to go mad.

It stands to reason that the effect of the rejuvenating blood has expired long ago, and Mo Xuanfang didn't know what went wrong, he just wanted to get out of the valley quickly and restore his cultivation to save Wei Siying.

He told Han Bo and Han Wen: "Mr. Long has signs of hysteria. I am going to carry him out of the valley now. You two just follow behind me."

Mo Xuanfang hadn't finished speaking when Wei Siying suddenly had veins popping up on the back of his hand, and he opened his eyes suddenly, only to see that his pupils were scarlet like fire, and he was looking blankly at an unknown distance, as if his soul had left him.

The three of them were startled, Mo Xuanfang lowered his face and said, "It's not too late."

At this moment, a group of figures flew in midair.

The young general in red at the head was An Rui. When he saw Wei Siying at a glance, he flew to grab the ground and shouted, "My lord, forgive me, my lord, forgive me!"

Gu Xifei, who was wearing a blue robe, followed closely behind him, and behind him were seven or eight monster men in strange costumes.

Gu Xifei landed on the ground, but he didn't get close to Wei Siying, but said from a distance: "My sage has been suffering from heart disease for many years, and the rotten spirit is the most debilitating. Even though Lu Fan died, he left a restraint in Lingcang Mountain, which caused us The Holy One has a hysterical attack, and it will be too late. I know where the restriction can be lifted, but... there is only one person in this world who can save him."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Mo Xuanfang faintly.