After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

In a trance, Wei Siying went back to the past, Mo Xuanfang pushed him away in the black flames of the fallen demon, but he couldn't make a fool of himself.

He watched Mo Xuanfang's hand drop, and closed his tender eyes.

At this moment, under their feet, the huge butterfly has turned red, like diluted human blood, making it look even more ferocious.

The cracks in the ground around the altar began to spew black flames upwards. It was the black flames of hell, which would burn them to nothing.

And his immortal is falling backwards, falling into darkness, just like back then.

Wei Siying supported Mo Xuanfang's back.

"You...you are really stupid and hopeless...I will not forgive you if you do this."

Wei Siying choked with sobs and clutched the back of his shirt, using what little spiritual power he had left to climb upwards.

However, the altar under their feet was also pulling Mo Xuanfang at the same time, trying to pull him down and into Butterfly's body.

Wei Siying was also injured before, and Run Xiaxian had greatly consumed his true strength. It became extremely difficult for him to support Mo Xuanfang and fly in the opposite direction.

He wanted to find a place to stay away from the altar.But the black flames of hell were raging, and they had nowhere to go.

Mo Xuanfang struggled in Wei Siying's hands, and even with his faint breath, he still managed to remain calm: "Put me down."

"Don't let go..." Wei Siying's hands trembled, and he grabbed onto his shirt even more tightly.

"I won't die..."

The dragon flames were burning Mo Xuanfang's body, and he still had to fight against the god-level blood sacrifice, Run Xiaxian, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, "You forgot, I have a golden body."

The golden body will not work here.

This is another world.

You fucking want to lie to the widow again, and then go to die yourself.

Wei Siying didn't answer, because his breathing was unstable and his strength was about to run out.

But so what?Those who he doesn't want to let go will never let go. He refused to let go back then, and he won't let go now.

Wei Siying tried his best to fly away from the altar, and the force pulling Mo Xuanfang relaxed a little.

But soon, the blood-stained butterfly was shining brightly, as if it was about to jump out from the ground, pounce on Mo Xuanfang, and suck his blood dry.

A more terrifying force than before immediately knocked Mo Xuanfang into a coma.

Wei Siying was also dragged so hard that he almost turned his head, but his injuries were not as serious as Mo Xuanfang's. At this time, his fingers were clenched tightly, holding Mo Xuanfang firmly, and he escaped from the butterfly's control little by little.

Finally, the pulling force was severed by Wei Siying's strong will, and disappeared from Mo Xuanfang's body.

Wei Siying hurriedly lowered his head to search, only to see that the cracks in the ground under their feet were getting bigger and bigger, and there was nowhere to stay.

The strong wind of the black flames of hell blew Mo Xuanfang's clothes, and the white clothes were about to disappear into the black clouds.

Mo Xuanfang, are you and I really going to die here?

At this time, black clouds around him parted, and suddenly nearly a hundred people surrounded him.

They were gorgeously dressed, but all of them looked haggard, and it was those talkative spirits who showed their real bodies at this moment.

The leader was an elderly man, standing on top of the black cloud, he cupped his hands at Wei Siying in the air and said, "Mr. Long, the altar has been opened now. Please put down the Sect Master Ziyun in your hand, and your life will be easy." In front of your eyes."

Wei Siying sneered, he grabbed Mo Xuanfang with one hand, and sucked the old man over with the other hand, grabbed his neck and said, "Fart! Do you want me to let him go and feed the butterfly? Why don't I kill you and sacrifice him?" Then run down the fairy."

The old man said with a dull face: "It is useless for you to kill us. We are not from this world. Immortal Runxia doesn't want our blood. Even if we die, the soul will open and close with the body of Xuan Buddha and return to the upper realm. It’s the Dragon Lord’s favor, and it’s the rules set by the God Emperor. No one can change it, and no one can compete.”

Wei Siying's fingertips loosened, and the old man's words confirmed his speculation that the blood characters in the forbidden area of ​​Lingcang Mountain mentioned Xuanfo Body and God Emperor Taiyi.If this place is really related, these people are probably the gods and people of the upper realm.

Wei Siying let go of the old man in his hand: "Since you are the gods and people of the upper realm, why did you set up this shady altar here to harm others?"

Hearing this, the old man suddenly knelt down, and more than a hundred people behind him also knelt down, crying: "Don't say that, Lord Long, I can't afford to wait, please put down Sect Master Ziyun quickly!" , out of here Run Xiaxian."

Wei Siying kicked the old man over, and rushed straight up from the black cloud. His body suddenly swelled, and his mouth protruded.

His true power was exhausted at this time, so he could only turn into a dragon body, he opened his dragon's mouth wide, held Mo Xuanfang's body in his mouth, and swam above the black clouds.

The gods and people below were all shocked, crying and begging on their knees. Now that the altar has been drinking blood, if no one worships, the space here will collapse and be damaged, and everyone will be trapped in eternal darkness and suffer a lot. Slowly die and disappear.

But there were only a few dragon roars in the air, and the golden dragon flew up into the sky without stopping for a moment.

The earth roared loudly, the black flame was a few feet higher than before, the butterfly-shaped altar was crumbling, and the red light had begun to dim.

At this moment, seven figures appeared in front of Wei Siying. They all knelt in the clouds together, and they were the Seven Gods and Demons who couldn't cry out before.

Wei Siying snorted coldly, stopped in the air, and said in his consciousness: "Are you willing to come out?"

The silver-armored blue bone said: "My lord, this subordinate is not a villain who broke his promise, but the real master of this place is too powerful, let alone the soul body of this subordinate, even if the real body is recast, the seven of us can't do it together." Compete against one or two."

Wei Siying understood in his heart: "As expected, that is the Divine Emperor Taiyi, but why would he do this?"

Qing Gu paused, then bowed and replied: "According to what I know, 3000 years ago, that God Emperor Taiyi probably entered the way of the devil, and the devil's energy leaked from the body of the mysterious Buddha and flowed into the Three Realms."

Is it so?

Wei Siying dejectedly turned into a human form, and landed on the cloud with the last of his magic power. He gently placed Mo Xuanfang on the cloud, wiped away the blood on his lips, and said softly, "I know."

Yuan Tu, who seldom spoke among the seven gods and demons, said at this time: "Master, if you don't let Sect Master Ziyun go, the subordinates will die here with you. Are you really not going to let go?"

Wei Siying's eyes swept over him lightly: "You killed the widow, and no one can take you out."

Yuan Tu stood up suddenly, and said in a cold voice, "You really want to fight us for him? Let me tell you, my seven gods and demons are not controlled by the blood contract. If your life is threatened, you can fight back with all your strength depending on who you are. .”

Wei Siying stood up and smiled in the tumbling black clouds: "The widow said, except for the widow, no one has such a powerful consciousness to take you out. Since you follow in, life and death are in the widow's hands. If you still want to live, then immediately find a way out for the widow, if you can’t find it, then wait to be buried with you.”

Yuan Tu was provoked by his words and took a step back. The black flames of hell made him frantic, and he couldn't help roaring.

The rest of the gods and demons hurriedly called: "Brother."

Yuan Tu took another look at Wei Siying, and saw that his face was faintly pale, and he was already exhausted, but standing in front of Mo Xuanfang, his eyes were determined.If he left Mo Xuanfang to sacrifice, he would definitely fight with his life on the spot and die together.

Yuan Tu stomped his feet, gritted his teeth and said, "This subordinate is ordered by the lord, and this is for the lord to open a passage to the underworld."

"Underworld?" Qinggu and the others gasped, "The body of Xuan Buddha is located at the intersection of all realms, and it is indeed related to the underworld. But when I wait for my soul body to go to the underworld, it's like sending me to death. Why do you say that?"

Yuan Tu said in a bitter voice: "Your subordinate should trust the lord wholeheartedly, and you can keep your subordinates safe even in the underworld. This subordinate will not hesitate to die, and you must open a passage for the master to leave this Runxiaxian."

"Big brother..."

"go!"

Among the black flames, the seven phantoms swooped down quickly, but they headed for the center of the giant butterfly.

All the gods and people in the air exclaimed, and said: "No way, once the passage to the underworld is opened, all the bones in the Runxia Immortal will be resurrected, polluting the Holy Land, how can we report to the God Emperor?"

The old man at the head said: "If you don't do anything, you won't stop. Anyway, the rules have been broken just now, and the left and right are dead. Why don't you use the power of the God Emperor to drag them both down to sacrifice, so as to gain a chance of life."

The other gods and people agreed: "Okay."

Wei Siying was sitting on the clouds struggling to hold on, but the Seven Gods and Demons had not heard from him for a long time. The lack of spiritual power made him almost fall several times.

He was trembling all over, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat, but he still hugged Mo Xuanfang tightly, his finger bones were turning white, as if they were about to merge with the white clothes.

After leaving Run Xiaxian's control, Mo Xuanfang slowly woke up from his coma. He opened his eyes and saw Wei Siying who was struggling to support.

With trembling lips, he said, "Why are you doing this?"

Seeing him wake up, Wei Siying frowned, "If I don't save you, my heart will suffer even more."

Mo Xuanfang stared at him carefully: "The deity is gone, and you will have no opponent in this world, so you won't suffer."

Wei Siying closed his eyes and didn't look at him anymore, but he put in more strength in his hands, and the sweat on his forehead ran down his trembling cheeks.

After a while, Wei Siying suddenly felt something brushing against his face, and when he opened his eyes, it was Mo Xuanfang's plain fingers wiping his sweat.

That hand was also shaking non-stop, which was different from the gentleness and calmness in memory.But Wei Siying grabbed it and stuck it to his cheek.

warm and dry...

It wasn't Xiao Xuanzi's bone-like coldness, but the temperature in his memory.

It is the master, and it is his mysterious formula.

But after only a moment, he suddenly woke up, his face darkened, and he hurriedly dropped Mo Xuanfang's hand.

But Mo Xuanfang's hand didn't leave, and he was still caressing his cheek lightly. Mo Xuanfang looked at him with eyes like deep pools of doting.

"Si Ying..." he whispered.

Wei Siying's complexion changed, he pursed his lips tightly, holding back his tears.

At this time, Mo Xuanfang's hand suddenly moved towards Wei Siying's chest like lightning, and he slapped hard.

The unsuspecting Wei Siying was immediately sent flying. He managed to bounce up, but Ziyun held his feet under him, and a fairy rope tied his feet and floated in the air.

His eyes were tearing apart: "Mo Xuanfang, you..."

Mo Xuanfang had already stood up, and above the purple clouds was like a lone moon on a snow mountain, flying lightly.

There were gods and people around, and the old man asked in surprise: "You are obviously dying, why can't the power of the god emperor control you?"

Mo Xuanfang slapped Wei Siying with all his strength, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding. At this time, he glanced at the old man contemptuously: "I have 3000 years of Taoism, and my Taoism is stable. How can I be easily controlled by you?"

As he said that, his body shook, and the wound of Longjian penetrated a little deeper into his chest.

But he was unmoved, and looked at Wei Siying and said: "After the deity is gone, I hope that your country will be prosperous in Haochang, and I also hope that you will show mercy to all beings in the cultivation world and leave them a... way..."

The word "road" barely came out, and Mo Xuanfang was half kneeling on the purple cloud.

Wei Siying gritted his teeth and shouted: "If you dare to go down, I will kill all your disciples and grandchildren."

"You won't..." Mo Xuanfang took one last look at Wei Siying, "This lord...Si Ying won't."

He didn't stay any longer, Ziyun flew towards Runxiaxian's altar.

Wei Siying struggled strongly, wanting to chase after him.

At this moment, a dazzling red light suddenly emitted from the butterfly heart of the altar, broke through the black clouds, and went straight to the sky.

Yuantu's scream came from below: "Master, save me!"

And away from the altar of the Immortal Runxia, ​​the door to the Northern Wilderness is slowly opening.