He desperately tried to cover the wound in Mozun's heart.
But in vain.
The blood was still dripping, burning his cheeks like fire.
He slowly remembered that the Primordial Demon Refining Formation could block the regeneration of the demon body.
And the injury suffered by Demon Venerable was suffered in the last moment of escaping from the formation.
The arthropod of the demon king pierced the heart of the life core.
Demon Venerable is just like a monster again.
Originally a human.
But people will die
- Will the Demon Lord die
Ye Yunlan's eyes were wide open, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to shout, but in the end there was only a hoarse voice.
"do not want… "
Demon Venerable looked down at him, raised his hand to wipe the blood from his cheek.
"Don't be afraid."
There was a gentle gleam in his eyes.
"We're out."
They descended on a mountain opposite Lumen Mountain.
The fluttering shadow behind the Demon Venerable dissipated, half kneeling on the ground, the Asura sword inserted into the soil.
Ye Yunlan went to help him.
Demon Venerable raised his hand and wanted to touch Ye Yunlan's cheek. But lost strength.
Ye Yunlan held his hand tightly and stroked her cheek.
He said: "You look at me." Do not close your eyes.
The Demon Venerable looked at him.
The light in his eyes has dimmed, and his voice is low and hoarse: "Master is so beautiful?"
He moved his thumb slightly, wiped away the tears from Ye Yunlan's eyes, and murmured again, "I like Shizun so much..."
His words dissipated in the wind.
The body fell on Ye Yunlan's shoulder.
Ye Yunlan's white hair fell on his cheeks, and his face fell into the shadows.
Suddenly, I heard shouts of killing, and they came around from all directions.
"The Demon Venerable broke through the formation and was seriously injured. We must take this opportunity to annihilate one of them!"
The cultivator who was at the forefront shouted aggressively.
"Extremely! Ye Xianjun has helped Zhou and abused him this time, which is completely contrary to my original intention. If you don't let it go, don't blame me for not being merciful!"
Someone else said: "Hand over the Demon Venerable, kill him, and hang him outside Jingbei City Gate, so that many monks in this battle can be comforted by the spirit of heaven!"
The monks who were surrounded from all sides were getting closer.
Ye Yunlan slowly stood up from the ground.
He supported the Demon Lord's body, put his back behind him, and pulled out the Shura sword stuck on the ground with his right hand.
The Asura Sword's crimson body seems to have blood flowing.
There was blood on his face too.
The water mist in the golden eyes has condensed into ice, and he stared coldly at the gathered crowd, revealing a chill to the bones.
He said: "To take him away, first pass the sword in my hand."
Those people looked at him, their eyes were obsessed, amazed, and more eye-catching.
Someone persuaded bitterly.
"Ye Xianjun, don't be obsessed, turn back to the shore!"
Someone sneered and rebuked.
"Ye Yunlan, people in the world admire your appearance, so they call you "Xianjun", but they teach you to see your own identity. You are just a concubine in the hands of the Demon Lord. After the Demon Lord dies, who else will you be able to do? Rely on? You will obediently hand over the Demon Venerable if you know each other. During the trial of Taoism, we can also say a few good words for you and forgive your sins."
Ye Yunlan murmured softly
"Sin?"
He raised the Asura sword.
The sword intent of annihilation irrigated it, and the blood of the Shura sword shone into the sky. The few monks who were close to him shrank back in shock.
Xu was because the Asura Sword was too heavy to kill, and the sky shrouded in dark clouds suddenly sounded a few thunders.
The monk who was surprised by his sword intent seemed to have confidence again.
"If you are obsessed with defending the evil spirits, you will have to be punished by heaven and earth!"
"I'm waiting for the heaven, don't hesitate, just do it!"
Countless sword lights attacked him.
Ye Yunlan: "It's so noisy."
He seems to be able to understand how the Demon Venerable felt when the demon body lost control and was on the verge of going crazy.
The hustle and bustle of heaven and earth.
Only the person behind him was silent.
He suddenly didn't want to hear anything.
Don't want to see anything?.
So out of the sword, swinging the sword.
None of those who rushed to attack him reached the mortal world.
But he regarded him as a canary in the Demon Lord's Palace, who could pinch flat and round ants at will.
So they became ants.
The ants fell down.
Blood slipped from the tip of the long sword, and the drizzle blew on his face, washing the blood from his cheeks. Crystal clear rain dripped down his silver-white eyelashes.
It's been a lot quieter around.
The amazed and fascinated gazes in those people's eyes disappeared, replaced by deep fear.
He walked back, wanting to go back to the magic palace.
It was cold and rainy, and he was afraid that the only body temperature of the people behind him would be completely cooled.
But a shadow appeared from the void, like a giant snake? Winding over.
He heard the voice of the Mirage Demon King, neither male nor female.
Mirage Demon King: "Beauty, since your lover is dead, why don't you borrow his body from this king and let this king come to the world. At that time, this king will definitely use his body to take care of you and not teach you to suffer as a widow. ."
Ye Yunlan raised his hand and slashed over the shadow.
The shadows dispersed, and the Mirage Demon King roared.
"I don't know what's wrong!"
More shadows gathered in midair, but Ye Yunlan didn't look at him, but looked up at the sky.
It is night now.
He saw that above the eastern sky, a blood-colored star was gradually dimming, while another golden star was getting brighter and brighter.
It was so bright that it even blocked the light of the bright moon, and it even made people want to burst into tears.
The breath that has been floating in the body has been constantly climbing up and down in the process of the sword just now.
up to a critical point.
Muffled thunder in the sky
The dark clouds are gathering more and more.
He looked up at the sky and spoke slowly.
"In this life, I entered the Dao with the sword, reached the realm of the Dao of the Dao with my mortal body, and got the help of my Daoist companions, and my cultivation has reached great success. At this moment, the opportunity has come, the success has been completed, and I want to ascend to the immortal rank, but please God for mercy. "
The Mirage Demon King's voice, tone, and anger: "You are crazy! Are you going to carry a corpse of a nine-turn demon on your back? You are not afraid of the thunder that will destroy you and your lover together—" He said more and more. The more urgent, but dare not stay here for a long time, for fear of being discovered by the heavens of this world, and with the help of the power of thunder, annihilate the distraction that he finally smuggled into this world.
The shadows in the void fled like a mouse with its tail between its tails.
Ye Yunlan ignored it.
After the calamity is over, he will recover the debts that should be settled and the debts that should be demanded.
Leave it alone? Let it go for a while.
Between the roars, the Thunder Tribulation has descended.
The thick purple divine thunder was like a monstrous python, swooping towards him, as if to devour him.
Ye Yunlan is afraid of thunder, afraid of heavy rain.
But at the moment when he was carrying the person behind him, he suddenly seemed not to be afraid of anything.
The violent thunder and lightning flashed in his pupils, and the torrential rain hit his cheeks.
He raised his sword to meet him.