Master, love me again!

Zhuo Junchen's figure was as fast as a shooting star, and Shen Hanfeng responded weakly and in a low voice: "I will try my best..." Judging by Zhuo Junchen's indomitable appearance, he probably couldn't hear this sentence.

The blood in Zhuo Junchen's eyes became deeper. He and Si Yun were one green and one black, and they shuttled within the thick black vines. Si Yun threw everything into the air, and the vines stretched towards Zhuo Junchen like a long snake. His mouth was full of blood.Tiny leaf buds sprout from the smooth plant stems, and when they are at their most lush, they pour down like a puff of black rain.

The leaves are supposed to be soft and light, but in Si Yun's hands they are like thin blades, unparalleled in sharpness.

Zhuo Junchen swung his long whip, and the twisted whip wrapped his whole body in it, and the blue and purple lightning crackled.The grid formed by the Nether whip burned the leaves close to him, and with a flick of the whip tail, it hooked towards Si Yun.

At this time, Shen Hanfeng's breath was already weak, and Si Yun would never use to torture Shen Hanfeng to intimidate Zhuo Junchen at this time, because the other party's anger would be extreme and he would draw his salary from the bottom of the pot.

Si Yun hid behind the vines and black rain, and did not move back in the face of Zhuo Junchen's attack, but directed the black vines to line up in front of him, blocking between him and Zhuo Junchen.Although in a battle of their level, obstructed vision is not an obstacle.However, Si Yun still used this seemingly blindfolded method to buy himself a little space to breathe.

Most of the monks with Leihuo Linggen's attacks are powerful and fierce.But such an attack consumes much more than ordinary people. Of course, Si Yun would not naively think that Zhuo Junchen would keep bombing until he ran out of magic power.But he needs a suitable opportunity, and he is waiting for this opportunity when Zhuo Junchen's old strength is gone and new strength is not born.

The long whip swept across, tearing up all the vines in front of him again, Si Yun's figure was exposed, and the blood in Zhuo Junchen's eyes deepened a bit, but before he made the next attack, Si Yun suddenly showed a smile .

Before Zhuo Junchen raised his arm, the movement of his hand was stopped by a sudden surge of external force.Countless black vines appeared out of thin air, entangled and wrapped Zhuo Junchen into a huge black cocoon.

A stern look flashed in Zhuo Junchen's eyes, and the sound of thunder and lightning crackled against his skin.It's just that these black vines are far more flexible and stronger than the black vines that Si Yun took out as a cover-up before. Only after the innermost layer of black vines were broken, another black vine was wrapped around the outside soon.These black vines grew much faster than Zhuo Junchen.

Without the opportunity to strike first, Zhuo Junchen's offensive was weakened a lot in an instant.Although he would occasionally draw the devilish energy towards Si Yun to strike thunder and lightning, Si Yun was far more flexible and powerful than he thought.These attacks were either dodged by him, or swung back by him.

A black vine was drawn into Zhuo Junchen's black cocoon, and the black cocoon rushed towards the mountain not far away like a meteor chasing the moon, and hit the mountainside heavily, crashing out of a black hole.

In just a few breaths, Si Yun appeared outside the deep pit Zhuo Junchen smashed.Throwing out a black vine casually, Si Yun hooked Zhuo Junchen out, and then did the same thing, slamming the black cocoon to the ground.

The big hole on the ground was more obvious than the one on the mountainside. It was as if the whole black cocoon had been swallowed up by the big hole. The blood in Zhuo Junchen's eyes gradually darkened, and a mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth.

Si Yun lifted him up, and said with contempt in his eyes: "You are a Demon Lord, not even one ten-thousandth of Wei Shengming."

Zhuo Junchen sneered and said: "You are the head of the immortal sect, but you are not as good as a demon like me who upholds the heart and is really a demon." Shen Hanfeng told him that Si Yun should have absorbed someone's cultivation base It has only risen to the level of the middle stage of Mahayana.And no matter what kind of cultivation method absorbs other people's cultivation, it should not be the cultivation method of the so-called Xianmen Zhengdaohui.

Si Yun said in a particularly free and easy way: "It doesn't matter if the evil spirits are crooked, the best way is to let me look down on the mainland and do whatever I want." He squinted his eyes and glanced around, Mu Zisu and others were drugged Jiu Suohu, although all of them were pale, seemed to be shocked by the battle between the three of them just now, but they didn't suffer any injuries.After solving the people here, he returned to the fairy gate and was still the gentle and profound master of the fairy gate.

Even after being hit by Si Yun one after another, the sound of thunder and lightning on Zhuo Junchen's body never stopped. He is constantly trying to untie the restraints on his body. Even if he can't defeat Si Yun by surprise, he can still fight back. Chance.

It's just that the black vines on his body were tightened more and tighter, and the tiny branches and leaves that had appeared before seemed to grow out where they touched Zhuo Junchen's robe.If Zhuo Junchen hadn't been protecting his body with the energy of thunder and lightning, he might have been cut to pieces everywhere.

A black vine picked up the black cocoon, and Si Yun looked at Zhuo Junchen who was hanging in mid-air with a smile and said: "Since you are the Demon Lord, I should give you a more heroic farewell."

During the speech, countless black vines sprang up, stabbing at Zhuo Junchen from all directions, and the sharp tips were like sharp spears.

Zhuo Junchen's eyes were red, and the devilish energy in his body was stirring but it was useless.The Nether Whip was wrapped in black vines. Zhuo Junchen had activated the weapon spirit, but he still couldn't break free from the tough vines.

There is no difference between the same immortal artifact, but the cultivation of the immortal artifact owner has become the key to victory.

When the tip of the black vine was less than a foot away from the black cocoon, Zhuo Junchen finally broke free from all the restraints on his body, and Si Yun seemed to pour all his spiritual power into the besieging black spears.

Si Yun saw the corner of the black robe flashing past, but he was not worried that Zhuo Junchen would be able to turn the world around.After all, Zhuo Junchen was a master in the stage of transforming gods, so it was not impossible for him to hold on for a while under the siege of the black spears.

But these are just useless efforts, Si Yun's eyes flashed a gleam of victory.

But never thought that at this time, a sudden force would emerge.

A ray of white light struck, catching Si Yun by surprise, a bloody palm was imprinted on his heart, and the icy sword energy rushed straight to his heart from the palm of his hand.

Si Yun pushed Shen Hanfeng back with his backhand, and Shen Hanfeng's body was pushed back dozens of feet, but it seemed that he didn't receive any injuries on his body.Si Yun was horrified, he couldn't figure out why Shen Hanfeng, who was so weak as he had seen with his spiritual sense, was able to sneak up on him suddenly, and after being hit by his power, his expression didn't change at all.

However, Shen Hanfeng didn't notice Si Yun's expression, he only raised his head slightly, Jieyun rolled, and the situation changed color.He barely stopped his retreating figure, turned his palms over and slapped them on the ground.

The medicine mortar covering the three of Mu Zisu made a crisp impact sound like a bell.Under Shen Hanfeng's push, the entire magic weapon that shone with pale light retreated a few feet, and soon the figures of Zhuo Junchen and Shen Hanfeng disappeared into the dense forest, and Mu Zisu and others could no longer see their appearance .

The dark clouds in the sky are getting more and more surging.Mu Zisu stared blankly at the sky, and said in a low voice, "Jieyun...Could it be Junchen..."

When the first tribulation thunder fell, the black vines covering Zhuo Junchen shattered one after another.Even though Zhuo Junchen's cultivation was so advanced, the power contained in his thunder and lightning was still not as powerful as this test monk.

With a mouthful of blood in Si Yun's mouth, he stared fiercely at Zhuo Junchen who was wrapped in robbery thunder, and swallowed the mouthful of reversed blood.Jie Lei doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, and if he can't avoid it wherever he goes, he can only bear the burden for the victim.These black vines originally paid attention to Si Yuntai's half of his spiritual power, and some of his spiritual consciousness, but now they were shattered by the thunderbolt, and the injuries on his body were naturally a little worse.

Thinking that after Zhuo Junchen experienced the first catastrophe, he could still fight with Shen Hanfeng for so long, and finally captured him in one fell swoop, a dark color flashed in Si Yun's eyes.

After the black vine was damaged and retreated, Zhuo Junchen's figure was revealed, and the arrogance in his red eyes was fully revealed. He stared at the robbery cloud in the sky, and the dragon shadow transformed from the long whip roared unbearably.

His eyes slowly turned to Si Yun, and he smiled coldly at him, and then when the tribulation thunder landed, Long Ling roared and rushed towards him, biting away without flinching.

Si Yun has already passed through the catastrophe, but even now he still has lingering fears and does not want to face this catastrophe again.He wanted to snatch Shen Hanfeng away when Zhuo Junchen was experiencing a catastrophe, but he didn't want him to be so close to Zhuo Junchen, as if he didn't worry about the catastrophe thunder falling on him.

Si Yun was afraid of his own wounds and the terrifying power of Jie Lei, so he turned around and left despite being unwilling.If there is any advantage in him, it is that he has always known how to examine Duodu, and he will always make the most self-interested decision.

When Long Ling met the second tribulation thunder, Zhuo Junchen realized that this catastrophe was far from comparable to the one on the elixir peak.

The second heavenly tribulation experienced by the cultivator had a total of six thunderstorms. This one was only the second one, but it was even more powerful than the fourth, the thickest and most terrifying one before.

Long Ling reluctantly swallowed the whole piece of lightning, but Zhuo Junchen's body, which had been soaked by the power of lightning for a long time, was paralyzed and unable to move.

When the third tribulation thunder struck, the dragon spirit was scattered by the lightning. Zhuo Junchen felt that the paralysis spread from his body to his consciousness, and all the magic power in his body was imprisoned, so he could only stand where he was, letting everyone slaughter.

The fourth tribulation thunder fell, and Zhuo Junchen finally knew how much pain it takes to make people feel like they're shattered.The intense pain seems to be able to tear apart one's consciousness, devouring everything one feels, only pain remains.He was still enduring the pain caused by Jie Lei, and he didn't want to show his weakness in front of Si Yun, but now he couldn't hold on any longer.

The skin was scorched black by the powerful lightning, and the blood-colored pupils were so scarlet that they could bleed.

It's just that Jie Lei didn't care about his current miserable state. After a short time interval, the fifth Jie Lei crashed down.

But Zhuo Junchen didn't feel any more severe pain.His numb body was embraced by another person, his absent-minded red eyes met a pair of quiet eyes, and his snow-white long hair fluttered around.Zhuo Junchen's eyes widened suddenly, and he saw a thick thunderbolt falling from behind Shen Hanfeng. He seemed to cry out in surprise, but he was so numb that he could only utter a vague cry of grief.

Jie Lei seemed to have struck something, but it didn't land on Shen Hanfeng.Shen Hanfeng was still holding him, Zhuo Junchen had lost the ability to control his body, and the two fell from mid-air.

Shen Hanfeng lowered his head, and pressed his lips against his. Zhuo Junchen felt a tingling pain from his burnt lips, and then the other's tongue pierced into the soft inside.A warm, fishy-sweet liquid flowed down Shen Hanfeng's lips and tongue into Zhuo Junchen's throat, and the tip of his tongue softly squeezed the base of his tongue, forcing him to drink it down. .

This is Shen Hanfeng's blood.But it tasted the same as the Frost Moon Fox Blood that Qu Lingsha gave him back then.

Zhuo Junchen has never tasted too much blood, but he also knows that the blood of monsters cannot be the same as that of humans.

After parting his lips for a long time, Shen Hanfeng's pale lips were stained with color.There was a trace of guilt in his eyes, and after a light cough, large patches of blood stained Zhuo Junchen's sharp-edged face.

"sorry."

A very light sentence was engulfed by the last thunderbolt. At this time, the handsome and indifferent face showed a trace of pain, and Shen Hanfeng finally showed him a very faint smile, hiding the pain in his face. Under the bloodstains.

Zhuo Junchen stared at him blankly, his quiet and peaceful black eyes dimmed, and a trace of chill emerged from Shen Hanfeng's body, piercing the flesh and bones, as if it could pierce into the soul of a person.The slender eyelashes were covered up, covering the eyes that were once tender. Some water droplets fell into Zhuo Junchen's eyes, but it was unknown whose blood or tears it was.

After the catastrophe, the clouds are calm and the wind is light.

Zhuo Junchen held the lifeless body in his arms in a daze.A thin layer of frost wrapped Shen Hanfeng's body, removing the blood on his face, looking at his peaceful expression, it seemed that he was just asleep.

With a soft "click", something in Shen Hanfeng's hand fell to the ground.

Zhuo Junchen turned his head slowly, it was a pair of phoenix jade phoenix, once Zhuo Junchen thought they had been destroyed by the powerful sky thunder, but unexpectedly appeared at this time.It's just that the pair of jade huangs are not like they were in his hands before, now they are blood-red blood jades.

There was a surge of expression in the empty eyes, Zhuo Junchen carefully bent down, and Yuhuang was put in his palm, and the hard edges and corners brought a little pain to the numb palm.There was a layer of scorched black floating on his body, which gradually peeled off, revealing the intact skin and flesh.

The red light gradually receded, and the red in the palm seemed to peel off together with the scorched black parts of the body, and half of it returned to the crystal clear snow-white appearance before.

——This Luanfeng Yuhuang can also be regarded as a spiritual weapon. If the two of you drop your blood on it, if you really connect with each other, changes will occur.

Will be born, such a change.