The villain, she raised the darling of heaven

At this moment, the entire ground shook violently for a moment, and then quickly returned to its original state after a short period of time, like an illusion.

Shen Jue looked up into the depths of the Jueyin Mountain Range.

Ah Yu's side is almost over.

An Wenjun, who was wrapped in black flames, was burned by the flames. Even with the blessing of the Taixu Realm, he still felt a little hot.

After shaking the flames away, he quickly rubbed his body against it, and punched the opposite side's lower abdomen with a punch.

Shen Jue withdrew his gaze, quickly built a protective shield, and his soul power was formed in an instant. Unexpectedly, the strength of the fist was far beyond imagination, and it instantly broke through the defense and hit him fiercely in the lower abdomen, even flying out with people.

He resisted the urge to vomit blood, and when An Wenjun approached, the sword in his hand cut towards the neck fiercely, and when the blade touched the man's neck, sparks burst out immediately.

An Wenjun didn't seem to have expected that this person would have the strength to counterattack after receiving [-]% of his strength.

Shen Jue felt cramps in his abdomen, and the soul power of the Taixu Realm was still running around in his body, and his internal organs seemed to be dislocated.

The momentum on his body became more and more turbulent, extremely frightening.

An Wenjun's face was really ugly.

It's nothing more than this person's combat strength is far beyond the spirit-breaking realm, and he has also comprehended soul melting while fighting.

The situation did not allow him to hesitate any longer, so he gave him a hard look, then turned and fled.

Shen Jue held the long sword and stood still.

Suddenly, his figure was erratic, surrounded by countless flying swords, the sword body was covered by black flames, and the original blue color darkened, revealing a bit strange.

In the blink of an eye, the person had disappeared, his footsteps were light, but his speed was extremely fast, and he had arrived in front of the opponent almost instantly.

The long sword brought a icy cold light, and directly stabbed at the opponent's chest.

"sulfuric acid--!"

Shen Jue didn't move a step, and didn't see any movement, but the sword that was suspended in the air appeared in his hand, and a line of blood on the blade was sliding down and dripping on the ground.

An Wenjun's eyes widened, a blush appeared on his neck, and after a while, blood gushed out!

"Shh-"

A black-gold flame with purple pupils burst out at an incredible speed, and the escaped soul consciousness was wrapped in an instant, and there was a tragic cry from inside accompanied by the sound of "Zi Zi".

The body fell, followed by Shen Jue.

"Boom—" There was a splash of dust.

After the mist cleared, Shen Jue half-kneeled on the ground, half of the Qingying sword in his hand was inserted into the soil, and a large amount of blood spewed out from his mouth, spilling all over the ground.

After waiting for a while, he took out a ninth-level healing pill and took it.

"Son--"

Footsteps came from behind.

Qu Zhao has already washed the Brahma Temple with blood.

With his back to the crowd, Shen Jue calmly wiped the blood from his mouth, got up slowly, glanced at the disciples behind him slightly, and raised his hand to stop Qu Zhao who wanted to go forward.

"Go back to Xuan Cang Palace—"

Qu Zhao's original worries dissipated.

If something happened to the son, the master might go crazy.

However, from the looks of it, the Holy Son was fine.

Along the way, Shen Jue pretended well, and did not expose his injuries to anyone.

Even if they are all from Xuan Cang Palace, they are still outsiders in his heart, and their hearts are separated from their belly.

…………

After the aftermath completely dissipated, Shen Yu returned to the unsightly black market.

Under the impact of such a large force, it is impossible for anyone to survive. After all, Gu Jun's posture is determined to die with everyone.

When Shen Yu arrived, as expected, everything was destroyed, large pieces of ruins mixed with flesh.

She frowned slightly, a little unhappy.

Although she knew that Nangong Ziyi chose to blew himself up in order to drag the people in the meeting hall to be buried with him, but the wealth of the black market was gone.

The soul stones were all shattered and dissipated.

Shen Yu searched for a while, making sure that there was really nothing useful before leaving.

As soon as she left on her front foot, other forces ran over on her back foot.

When I saw the ruins hundreds of feet deep, I felt a huge shock and fear in my heart.

This scene is enough to explain everything, that is, there is no living thing.

Shen Yu brought hundreds of disciples with her when she came, but she was alone when she returned.

Although they lost their disciples, it wasn't just their family.

The Chamber of Deputies lost more than they lost.

Not only the elders were wiped out, but even the heirs were dead, not to mention the disciples.

In this battle, a black market has exchanged tens of thousands of people.

As soon as he entered the hall, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Shen Yu stepped a little faster.

There was a person lying on the soft couch, covered in blood, shocking.

Ah Jue...

Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Yu conjured up the golden needles, one hundred and eight golden needles stabbed steadily into the flesh, protecting the heart veins and at the same time stopped the bleeding.

A large amount of healing soul power was sent in, and two more pills were fed, before Shen Yu felt relieved.

"Ding Jing—"

The man bowed his head and walked in quickly from outside the hall.

"Young Priest—"

"Have someone come over and heal the Son."

Ding Jing took a quick look at the bloody man on the couch, and immediately backed out.

In the hall, the fragrance lingers.

Shen Yu guarded the people of the Blood Curse Clan and healed Shen Jue with the fragrance of blood.

An old man from the Blood Curse Clan lowered his voice: "Young Priest, what should we do next?"

The tribe lost too much, half of them had been lost, and Gu Jun was not dead yet.

This person is really not easy to kill.

Shen Yu didn't tell them the fact that Gu Jun was dead, but calmly ordered Ding Jing, "Let Qu Zhao go and find out where Gu Jun is."

Ding Jing should be, and ran out immediately.

"The Blood Curse Clan has less than 200 members. If it really comes to a dead end and Gu Jun is still alive, I'm afraid I'll be ashamed to face the High Priest."

The old man burst into tears, and when he thought of the lost clansman, he couldn't help feeling a little sour.

Shen Yu had a determined look on her face, and said: "You can rest assured, even if I die, I will pull him along to avenge the high priest."

The old man was quite moved.

"Young Priest is the hope of the Blood Curse Clan. You must not say such things. If you want to say death, we must be the first."

Along the way, the young priest was always thinking about the hatred of the high priest, and under great pressure, he created companion souls for the Blood Curse clan and raised their cultivation base.

She is only over 100 years old, and she is still a woman.

Seeing that Shen Jue had improved a lot, Shen Yu was not in the mood to continue acting with them, and sent some random tasks to dismiss them.

Qu Zhao on the other side, at first, tried to track down Gu Jun's trace, but things became more and more wrong as time went on.

Gu Jun seems to be dead.

With the self-destruction of the artifact and the self-explosion of the Void Realm, even the immortals would not be able to survive.

Somehow, the Blood Curse Clan and Gu Jun have an inexplicable blood feud, and so does the Holy Son, so as long as it is related to Gu Jun, it is not a trivial matter.

Unsure of his decision, Qu Zhao had no choice but to ask Shen Yu to express it in person.

"Master, Gu Jun is dead, the Blood Curse Clan..."

Behind the screen, Shen Jue stared at the woman in front of him with dark eyes, lying on the bed with a pale face.

In fact, he is already healed, but he still can't use his soul power.

Shen Yu was giving him the last injection just now, her tone was quite flat, without even much emotional fluctuation: "Did I let him die?"

Qu Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and then understood that the master didn't want Gu Jun to die, or rather, he couldn't die yet.

This person didn't even know that he provoked the Blood Curse Clan when he was alive, and now he is still being used after he is dead.

"Forgive Quzhao for being dull, where should he be..."

"Whichever comes first, Gu Jun will be there." The woman's voice was steady and terrifying, like a dead thing without emotion, but it easily decided the next fate of the Blood Curse Clan.

Sometimes, Qu Zhao also felt that Shen Yu was really chilling.

The whole world can learn from the sincerity of the Blood Curse Clan. As long as it is her order, Ding Jing and his group will not even think about it.

Even so, she still held it firmly in her palm, not allowing a slight movement.

But if you think about it carefully, there is nothing wrong with it.

Because betrayal is often the result of trust.

What Qu Zhao didn't realize was that she herself was just a member of the Blood Curse Clan, and their essence was the same, they were all controlled without a trace of soul, but they still wanted to be grateful to her.