Master, love me again!

Just now, Zhuo Junchen deliberately released his breath to attract Fuxian, but he restrained himself after he entered Wuming Peak.Zhuo Junchen hid in the dark and looked at Fuxian's aggressiveness, as if he had cast the anger that had no place in his heart on Master.

Zhuo Junchen narrowed his eyes.Although Fuxian is a monk in the Mahayana period, his cultivation is one level lower than Zhuo Junchen's, and he seems to be in a state of decline.Zhuo Junchen just covered up a little, and he couldn't find his place. If he was a Fuxian, he would probably be so angry.

But to spread one's anger on the master... that's a bit inappropriate.

The silver light of Zhuo Junchen's palms flickered, and he swam away with his long whip, like a giant python lurking in the grass and picking someone to eat, silently extending towards Fuxian's position.

Shen Hanfeng had a splitting headache, and when he opened his eyes, the eye sockets were bloodshot, and even the pupils were faintly red.The three people of Fuxian were all startled, this was clearly a sign of a damaged mind and madness.

A hint of secret joy flashed in Si Yun's eyes, in this way, Shen Hanfeng's mood is free, and he no longer has to be afraid of him in the future.He is more than ten years older than Shen Hanfeng, but now their cultivation is already similar.I don't know when, Si Yun's jealousy towards this little junior brother began to grow unknowingly. Later, after he realized that Du Heng and Shen Hanfeng had a close relationship, he couldn't tell whether it was because of Shen Hanfeng's growing cultivation in his heart. The more fear, the more jealousy because of the relationship between the two of them.

But these are not important anymore, Shen Hanfeng's handsome ice-snow face now has a slightly painful look, the veins on his forehead are exposed, and the blood in his eyes is getting deeper and deeper.Si Yun still had time to devote his attention to Du Heng. Du Heng's eyes closely followed Shen Hanfeng's slightly swaying back, and his face was full of unconscious worry.

I'm afraid this look will never appear between the two of them again.

Shen Hanfeng tried his best to open his eyes wide. At one moment, the three of them quietly looked at him in pain, and at the other, the three of them took possession of one side, and the vines exposed by all kinds of things were as hard as chains, binding his limbs and bones.

"It's only your fault that you grow up too fast. As long as you are obedient, Xianmen will definitely not embarrass you." Fuxian's voice was majestic and upright as always, but Shen Hanfeng felt a heartache, as if his whole body was covered with ice and snow , The extreme cold penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and even the consciousness could not help but tremble.

There was a muffled sound of thunder coming through the clouds, and Du Heng raised his head suddenly, looking at the blue light and purple lightning that kept flickering in the dark clouds covering the Wuming Peak at some point: "Crossing the catastrophe...is this going to cross the catastrophe!"

One word awakened the dreamer, Si Yun's eyes were full of horror, Fu Yuan and Fu Xian looked at each other and then said in a low voice: "There is no other way, we can only bear this tribulation thunder forcibly, as if he failed to cross the tribulation, The soul disappears." During the words, a hint of sternness flashed across Fu Yuan's face, and his intentions after getting rid of it were completely exposed.

In the dark, Zhuo Junchen's expression became a little colder, and he turned slightly towards the long whip that was on Si Yun's body - Fu Yuan was only a monk in the late Nascent Soul, and it would not be difficult for him to get rid of it.For Fuxian, who has been plagued by illness for many years, Fuyuan's status in his heart should not be lower than that of his parents and children.

When the first tribulation lightning struck, Zhuo Junchen's Nether Whip had already wrapped around Fu Yuan's neck.In the roar of thunder, everyone avoided the outside at the same time, so as not to be affected by the power of the thunder.

A black shadow did the opposite, its figure was faster than lightning, the black robe covered Shen Hanfeng's body, and the long whip in his hand pulled in Fu Yuan who couldn't even speak.

A warm embrace embraced Shen Hanfeng, and the chill all over his body was somewhat relieved by the influx of warmth. Shen Hanfeng's eyes were still somewhat hazy, but he raised his head and looked at Zhuo Junchen.

"Ah Chen..."

Zhuo Junchen didn't let him finish his sentence, his soft lips touched each other, and the warm spiritual power was transmitted to Shen Hanfeng's body along the soft lips and tongue.The body that was trembling slightly at first finally calmed down, the misty eyes gradually became clear, and Shen Hanfeng finally realized what the situation was at this time.

Zhuo Junchen parted a little, and said with a smile in his red eyes, "Do you know what to do next?"

Shen Hanfeng nodded, and when he turned his right hand, the Fen Shuang Sword fell into his palm.

The sword body was like frost, and the white aura that spread quickly formed a layer of mist, but it did not reduce the sharpness of the sword at all.With a turn of the sword, it was the second thunder that fell, and Zhuo Junchen pulled away in time, watching thousands of sword lights heading in the opposite direction of the thunder, with the aura of piercing the sky.

He suffered a thunderbolt for Shen Hanfeng, and Fu Yuan was also badly injured, but he was a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, so he didn't die so easily, but he was burned instantly, and his clothes were stained with blood.

Zhuo Junchen nodded slightly, which can be regarded as a bad breath for Master Du.But this is not enough.

The Nether Whip tightened even more, Fu Yuan had never been proficient in fighting skills, but he never thought that one day he would be controlled so that he would not even have the strength to fight back.He couldn't help looking at Zhuo Junchen even more horrified, who is this man with red eyes, and why is he more terrifying than Wei Shengming?

Even if Zhuo Junchen knew the doubt in his heart, he would not tell him kindly, he threw Fu Yuan towards Shen Hanfeng with a flick of his whip. I always can't bear Master to suffer.

Fu Yuan's hands and feet were entangled, Zhuo Junchen's technique of controlling his strength was extremely ingenious, it happened that he couldn't hurt Shen Hanfeng, and he could only bear half of the force of thunder for Shen Hanfeng.

Fu Yuan's heart was filled with depression, and another mouthful of blood was congested.Zhuo Junchen was about to pass him over, but when he took the third blow, a pair of hands stretched out out of thin air, attacking directly at his back.

Eyebrows turned cold for an instant, and Zhuo Junchen also lost interest in teasing Fu Yuan. The pure thunder and fire magic power was magnified by the Nether Whip, and instantly engulfed Fu Yuan.

The dignified Nascent Soul cultivator fell into Zhuo Junchen's hands, but before he could even scream, he turned into a cloud of fly ash, not even the Nascent Soul was preserved.

Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates.Zhuo Junchen understood this truth very well.

Seeing his ruthless methods, Fuxian was also shocked.His vision is so sharp, although Zhuo Junchen has a high level of cultivation, his kung fu is more than one point inferior to his.

After obtaining the Nether Whip, although Zhuo Junchen has learned many whip techniques suitable for him, he has never been able to truly fight against someone of comparable strength.When Shen Hanfeng let him go, Si Yun was defeated by Du Heng's boss.

Now facing Fuxian, who has been on the divine tower for more than a hundred years, he is naturally unable to do so.

But Fu Xian would not let Zhuo Junchen go because of this, whether it was his aura or his strange whip technique, Zhuo Junchen was undoubtedly a demon.It's just that the demon clan seems to be on good terms with Shen Hanfeng, but he has never heard Shen Hanfeng mention it.If it is said that they met in the Huan Hai Xing Palace this time, they have never met such a person in the stories of other disciples before. , These thoughts occur in the flash.Zhuo Junchen fought and retreated, but his cultivation base that was overwhelming against Fuxian was evened out by the opponent's skillful response, and he was even faintly weak.

Fortunately, the four thunderstorms are coming to an end, Zhuo Junchen doesn't expect Shen Hanfeng to turn against his teacher who raised him for him, but all he has to do is to take Shen Hanfeng away from Qinghua Xianmen.

Although Senluo Vientiane is the immortal weapon used by Fuxian, it is also one of the most important treasures of Qinghua Xianmen. Due to the old injury on Fuxian's body, the immortal artifact was inevitably taken away, and the distance between himself and Senluo Vientiane was cut off early. association.Zhuo Junchen whipped his whip like a dragon, bullying Fuxian to disagree with his own weapons.

The more Fuxian fights with him, the more frightened he becomes. This person's understanding is extremely high, as long as he uses a move once, it is absolutely impossible to think about it for the second time to have any effect.Fu Xian was suppressed almost by relying on his hundreds of years of experience and endurance over the opponent, but Zhuo Junchen became more and more courageous as he fought, growing rapidly.

As the head of the sect, maintaining the peace of the Xianmen is a duty that must be fulfilled. The idea of ​​calling all the peak masters of the Xianmen to help flashed across Fuxian's mind. Who knows that before he took action, he saw Zhuo Junchen's eyes. There was a flash of light.

Senior monks don't need to look at it with their eyes. With a glance of their consciousness, they can know that Shen Hanfeng has shattered into a baby and successfully broke through the Nascent Soul Stage. The spiritual weapon of life.

Not far away, Si Yun was restraining Du Heng to approach Shen Hanfeng who was meditating.

Probing with a long whip, Fuxian thought that Zhuo Junchen wanted to take Shen Hanfeng away, so he wanted to hold him back.After the catastrophe, he was the weakest. Even if Shen Hanfeng knew that this place was dangerous, he could only meditate to recover.In this way, even if his current cultivation base is already higher than Si Yun's, there shouldn't be any danger.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Junchen quickly dodged to avoid Fuxian's palm.

A huge palm print of more than three feet was branded on the top of the Wuming Peak, and Shen Hanfeng's Frost Cave Mansion was also razed to the ground.

After Zhuo Junchen stabilized his figure, he just showed a mocking smile towards Fuxian, and the two exchanged positions. Zhuo Junchen fell a lot to avoid the sharp edge. It is much closer than Fuxian.

The Nether Whip, which was supposed to take Shen Hanfeng away, suddenly changed its direction and was heading towards Si Yundou.

"How dare you!" Fu Xian's roar was almost heart-piercing. No matter how harsh he was to others, he valued his only son very much in his heart.Zhuo Junchen's Mahayana stage cultivation base falls on Si Yun, which is probably not as good as Fu Yuan's result.

Zhuo Junchen snorted coldly, why would he dare.

Unexpectedly, facing the long whip that he couldn't avoid, although Si Yun's face was blank, he responded very quickly - he pushed Du Heng beside him out.

Even though he knew that the power that Du Heng could resist was limited, Si Yun refused to let go of these small gaps to find a way out for himself.

Du Heng looked at the long whip that was getting closer and closer to him, and completely lost hope in his heart.

He was blind at the beginning to fall in love with such a shameless person.