What did the cannon fodder do wrong?

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"Bah-"

Blood dripped on the ground.

Rong Yan suppressed the almost collapsing demonic energy in his meridians, gasped heavily, raised his eyelids that were sticky with warm blood, and stared at the tall, thin middle-aged man with dark eyes and sharp eyes.

The tall and thin middle-aged man's condition was much better than Rong Yan's, a bloody hole was poured out of his chest by the demonic energy.

The devil's energy is not the energy of heaven and earth that cannot be dispelled. The tall and thin middle-aged man blocked the blood hole with spiritual energy, and walked towards Rong Yan step by step, dragging the Miao Dao.

The dense and deep forest is silent, and the monsters and spirits have already fled in haste.

The tall and thin middle-aged man walked up to Rong Yan, and he stabbed Rong Yan's left shoulder with a knife.

The meridians of Rong Yan's whole body were broken inch by inch under the engulfment of the energy of heaven and earth. He couldn't dodge in time, and was pierced through his left shoulder with a knife.

The murmur of flesh and blood being torn apart, and the muffled sound of bones being ripped apart, engulfed in the gloomy voice of the tall, thin middle-aged man, coming directly to him.

"Say, where is the broken branch? Where did you hide?"

Rong Yan snorted, the veins on his forehead popped up, cold sweat rolled down his chin, he licked his chapped and bleeding lips, Rong Yan laughed softly, "Can't understand human language? It's trash, if you don't know what to say have no idea."

The word waste touched the nerves of the tall, thin, middle-aged man.

The tall, thin, middle-aged man lowered his brows and eyes gloomyly, Yin Zhi pulled out the Miao Dao, he raised his wrist, and the Miao Dao turned into several streaks with the starlight, and struck at Rong Yan's heart.

"Don't eat a toast and eat a fine drink."

Rong Yan stared straight at Xinghui, and when he was about to fall to his heart, Rong Yan gathered all the scattered devil energy, and followed Xinghui to strike the tall, thin middle-aged man's forehead.

The tall and thin middle-aged man didn't expect that Rong Yan would rather be stabbed than bite him back, so he was caught off guard and took a blow.

Hot blood slipped from between his brows, and the tall, thin middle-aged man raised his hand to touch the wound on his forehead, and he was furious.

"Ying Feiyun is a bitch! You, Ying Wuxie, are also a bitch! Ying's family is full of bitches!"

He looked like a raging monster, his eyes were red, his neck was red and his veins were bulging, and the seedling knife in his hand caused a tyrannical gale.

Strong winds rushed from the dense forest, gathered into a terrible storm, and destroyed the dead.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!"

Rong Yan's sleeves were whimpered by the hurricane, his chest throbbed violently, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and Rong Yan forcibly circulated the golden elixir and magic elixir in his body at the same time.

Even if he dies, he will bite a piece of your flesh!

The Golden Pill and the Magic Pill were functioning to the extreme, Rong Yan waited for the moment when the hurricane came to blow himself up, but the hurricane suddenly turned its spearhead and killed the tall and thin middle-aged man.

Rong Yan's pupils shrank slightly, and the movement of turning the golden elixir and magic elixir stopped.

Almost the moment he paused, the hurricane had already shattered the tall and thin middle-aged man's arm holding the handle of the Miao Dao.

Blood clots and broken bones, accompanied by screams, swept up the blue sky with the wind.

The tall, thin, middle-aged man looked extremely embarrassed. He covered his severed right arm, and looked at the Miao Dao, which was completely out of his control, pointing at him.

The blade of Miao Dao glowed with snow-white light.

Even if he didn't let go of his spiritual sense to check, the tall and thin middle-aged man could still feel the powerful power of Miao Dao.

It's the Qi Ling who has returned to the Immortal Artifact.

Damn!

The tall and thin middle-aged man glanced at Rong Yan through the hurricane. Although he didn't know who killed Qi Ling before he returned to the Immortal Artifact, but seeing this situation, he clearly betrayed and protected Rong Yan.

He had already guessed that Qi Ling would favor Rong Yan after returning to the fairy weapon, but he didn't expect that he would completely escape his control and kill him instead!

Dazed by anger, the tall and thin middle-aged man calmed down, seeing Miao Dao leading the hurricane to kill him, after weighing it over and over again, he gritted his teeth unwillingly and tore apart the space, and fled here.

With the traitorous artifact and Rong Yan, he is no match at all, so he can only escape first, and then make plans when he is safe!

Miao Dao killed nothing, spun around, and landed in front of Rong Yan.

Almost the moment it fell in front of Rong Yan, the hurricane stopped.

After stopping for a moment, the hurricane dissipated lightly, turning into strands of breeze, blowing across the entire forest after the battle.

Rong Yan didn't care about the tall and thin middle-aged man who was escaping, he stared fixedly at Miao Dao floating in front of his eyes, his entire chest seemed to be covered with some thick liquid, his eyes turned black, and he was a little out of breath.

"Yue Zhe Zhi?" Rong Yan gritted his teeth and called Yue Zhe Zhi.

Miao Dao hovered quietly in the sky, drawing the aura of heaven and earth that was rampant in his body back to the blade.

Countless pictures flashed before Rong Yan's eyes, and he suddenly became clear, remembering the memories belonging to this life.

Rong Yan's chest heaved violently, and he fell to his knees with total weakness.

After Miao Dao drew out the energy of heaven and earth, it landed on the ground and landed in front of his eyes.

Rong Yan clenched the blood-stained soil on the ground, his eyes were red, he suddenly grasped the handle of the Miao Dao, and the moment the Miao Dao was held in his hand, it turned into a long sword.

The long sword is transparent, like a handful of stars falling into the night sky, low-key and slightly cold.

Rong Yan didn't watch the fairy weapon fall into his hands, according to the shape of the weapon he was good at, he tore apart the space and went straight to Guixinzong.

Guixinzong.

Li Jianshuang is assisting Cheng Wenyun in refining the substitute puppet.

The stand-in puppet was exactly the same as Yue Zhezhi, lifelike, Cheng Wenyun turned the fine brush in his hand, dabbed with cinnabar, and was about to put a small red mole on the tip of the stand-in puppet's nose.

The millstone door of the refining room, which was enough to isolate all noises, collapsed.

Cheng Wenyun's fine pen was shaken, and he swiped heavily at the tip of the stand-in puppet's nose, drawing a blood-red mark.

like blood.

Cheng Wenyun frowned, but he didn't show his anger. He clasped the body of the fine brush tightly with his fingertips, and looked coldly at the door of the refining room.

Li Jianshuang narrowed his eyes and looked towards the door of the refining room.

With just one glance, both of them removed their killing intent and frowned.

"Rong Yan?" Cheng Wenyun didn't know that Rong Yan was Ying Wuxie. He put away his fine pen and walked in front of Rong Yan. His gaze brushed past the blood stains on Rong Yan's body, fell to Rong Yan's flushed eyes, and then fell on Rong Yan. Yan carefully guarded the long sword in his arms.

Li Jianshuang didn't speak, he also walked in front of Rong Yan calmly, and his eyes fell on the long sword that Rong Yan was protecting in his arms.

"What kind of sword is this? You won? Did the man chase or—"

Cheng Wenyun hadn't finished talking, Rong Yan carefully put the long sword into the Zifu, walked around the process and asked Yun, grabbed Li Jianshuang by the collar, "Where is Yuezhezhi?!"

Li Jianshuang is so smart, he immediately sensed something was wrong from Rong Yan's words, he thought of Rong Yan's long sword that had just been carefully put into the Zifu, and his expression turned ugly.

"follow me."

Li Jianshuang brought Rong Yan and Cheng Wenyun to the courtyard he rented.

The courtyard was quiet, Rong Yan opened the door first, and crashed into the main room of the courtyard.

Ling Talang knelt on the ground with a dull expression, he almost collapsed looking at Yue Zhezhi lying on the table.

Li Jianshuang and Cheng Wenyun froze in place, their faces turning pale.

Rong Yan stared at Yue Zhezhi, he walked a few steps to Yue Zhezhi's side, and looked at Yue Zhezhi.

Yue Zhezhi's body was cold, and the golden core in his body was dark, with cracks appearing, apparently using the golden core to kill himself.

Although Rong Yan had already betrayed the fairy artifact and it fell into his hands, he had already guessed the truth, but he still couldn't believe it and insisted on witnessing it.

However, seeing it, he was so heartbroken that he could hardly speak, his throat was itchy, and he suddenly coughed up blood.

"Ling Talang, didn't I tell you to take a good look at him?!" Li Jianshuang took a deep breath, walked up to Ling Talang, and grabbed Ling Talang's collar.

"What did you tell him? Did you tell him the truth? You knew it!"

Li Jianshuang was so angry that he couldn't speak clearly.

Ling Talang let Li Jianshuang drag him up, his voice hoarse, "Zhezhi said, Rong Yan died and he went to be buried with him, so I told him the truth. I want him to live well, but he said, he can't Living with guilt, we quarreled, and I went out to calm down in a fit of anger, and I'm sorry when I calm down. I don't want to either."

When Ling Talang said this, his emotions completely collapsed. He shouldn't have gone out, and he shouldn't have quarreled with Yue Zhezhi.

Hearing this, Li Jianshuang grabbed Ling Talang's hand slowly and firmly, Cheng Wenyun pressed his hand, "Let go."

Li Jianshuang looked at Cheng Wenyun, Cheng Wenyun was obviously suppressing his sadness, he was as calm as if he could not fall down a rock.

Li Jianshuang laughed at himself, let go of his hand, and looked up at Rong Yan.

Rong Yan's eyes faded, and his slender fingers turned white from holding on to the edge of the table too hard.

Li Jianshuang wanted to say something, but her throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton, so she couldn't say anything.

Cheng Wenyun took a deep breath, he stood up straight, clenched his fists, and calmly arranged: "This is the end, I respect Zhezhi's choice, let's all go, I will bring Zhezhi back to Xinzong. As for the immortal weapon—"

Cheng Wenyun had already guessed that the long sword that Rong Yan held in his arms was an immortal artifact, he paused, and said, "Rong Yan got it, then from now on, the immortal artifact is yours, cherish it."

Rong Yan pursed his lips tightly, but he remained silent.

Cheng Wenyun picked up Yue Zhezhi, "Besides, Rong Yan, I would like to ask you one thing as a teacher. After setting the fairy weapon as the natal sword, reshape the spirit of the weapon."

"The Reshaper Lingyue Broken Branches will perish! No way!" Ling Talang vetoed it.

Cheng Wenyun was not annoyed by the younger generation's rebuttals, he said in an almost calm tone, "Zhezhi has a lively personality, and he can't stand the constant darkness, so let's reshape. Dying is not pain, but relief."

Ling Talang suddenly sank down.

"Rong Yan, remember, we must reshape the Qi Ling." Cheng Wenyun glanced at Rong Yan.

"Master, the disciple knows."

The warm liquid dripped onto the table, Rong Yan let go of the edge of the table, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned and rushed out of the room.