This righteous way always wants to die

"Brother Xiaoji!!" Standing in front of the close mirror, Shu Tu exclaimed.

The boat between his fingers fell to the ground and spread out, and a spot that looked like an ink stain caught his attention.

The man in the mirror also exclaimed similarly with him.

"Divination machine!!"

Duan Fanchen covered his chest and looked at the splash of blood on Bu's fuselage. He always felt that the red flowers that annihilated life and exaggerated the brilliance of life were so gorgeous, but at this moment it seemed to extinguish the evil fire in his heart.

Ling Che's eyes widened in the distance, and he didn't hold back his hands anymore. The bursting needles made him feel like a hedgehog rushing into the fruit, and the people who stabbed him flew everywhere.

"Buji you!" Jian Weihua, the elder brother of Wanshengmen, also looked at him in disbelief.

God has love.

Heaven is ruthless.

Heaven is just.

The way of heaven is biased.

This is the way of heaven, the right way, only some young elders ranked at the bottom appeared to assist, and no one else attacked.

After all, the higher one goes, the more causes and effects are involved. If there are too many causes and effects, the road to immortality will only become more difficult.

This is also the reason why most of the elders at the Nascent Soul stage or the sect masters above never came forward to attack.

And Fushengmen, who started as a traitor, did not participate in the meeting of subduing demons due to the decline of the population.

And Jian Weihua was furious because his junior brother was seriously injured and was dying.

Duan Fanchen never thought that someone would break into the empty door when he was weak and weak.

I'm afraid there are traitors.

It's just that it is already a place of war, and he, as the master of a sect, can't back down just yet.

It's just that he never thought that in this turbulent battlefield, one day he would wait until he showed his weakness before attacking.

It never occurred to him that the person he identified as a traitor would come to his rescue.

Bu Ji took a step back and was supported by Duan Fanchen.

"Do you know who you are protecting?!" Jian Weihua slashed his sword again and asked.

"I know, Duan Fanchen, one of the Devil's Cults and the suzerain of the Six Paths Sect." Bu Ji's mouth continued to overflow with blood, and he was extremely embarrassed, but he still replied calmly.

"Then do you know who he hurt?!" Jian Weihua pulled his hands together, and the two immortal swords attacked at the same time.

"I know, Shu Tu, the third disciple of the master of Wansheng Gate." Bu Ji grabbed a piece of talisman paper with each hand and slapped it on both sides, barely blocking the attack with the force of the explosion.

"Then why do you still protect him?!!!" Jian Weihua's angry eyes turned red.

"Because he is Bu Ji's Taoist partner, even if he is responsible for all the people in the world, Bu Ji will be able to protect him completely!" Bu Ji said again, confidently and as it should be.

It seemed that he was the one who stood up for the reason, no, it would be better to say that he was the one who was right.

Duan Fanchen was so dazed by his extremely high-profile confession that he almost couldn't tell if this was a battle between good and evil.

"Okay! Then you will smash your body and bones for you and that Taoist companion!" Jian Weihua had already seen that Bu Ji was exhausted.

Bu Ji could no longer protect himself and Duan Fanchen this time.

Blood flowers exploded in the chest, no pain, no discomfort.

It seems that death is the best destination for oneself.

He had thought so more than once.

Duan Fanchen's eyes widened. At that moment, the wind stopped and the clouds stopped, as if everything was held down by an invisible big hand on the pause button.

He watched the straight back fall to one side, and the blood flower also decayed.

He is going to die!

Jingle bell... Jingle bell...

I guess he is going to die!dying!dying!dying!dying!dying! ! !

This sentence seemed to be the only thing left in my mind. For the first time, I felt overwhelmed and helpless.

The author has something to say:

00 come come come!Super big confession! !Just confessed to die! (#`O') The author's slogan: make trouble!Make trouble!Make a big deal!seek death!seek death!Make a big death!