Master, love me again!

It's a pity that Du Heng didn't wait for the effect of the medicine to take effect, and Zhuo Junchen came after seeing Si Yun's ugly appearance.

The new Demon Venerable in the Mahayana period stood tall on his head, staring coldly at Qinghua Pavilion with red eyes, his eyes seemed to be able to pierce the barrier of the eaves, and his spiritual consciousness directly locked Si Yun's breath.

Knowing the possibility, Mu Zisu impatiently brought Yueying and Huo Meier to Zhuo Junchen.He was still worried that Zhuo Junchen would anger Huo Meier because of Shen Hanfeng's death, but Zhuo Junchen's reaction made it easier for them.Regarding Shen Hanfeng, Zhuo Junchen was often more extreme than expected, and sometimes calmer than expected.

Zhuo Junchen remembered that Shen Hanfeng had said that Huo Meier was an old friend. Although he was impatient at that time, he didn't act immediately.

After listening to Mu Zisu repeating what Huo Meier said, there was a wave in his originally dead eyes...

No matter what they said was true or not, as long as there was a glimmer of hope to save Master, he would try his best, even if he failed, he would never regret it.

So here he is.

Yue Ying said that when Si Yun broke through the Mahayana stage, every part of his body was reborn, and the connection between him and Shen Hanfeng should be the weakest.However, due to the blood in Shen Hanfeng's body, his temperament would change somewhat, and he was even unable to control his actions.

Zhuo Junchen thought about it for a while, and it should be the night when he trapped Shen Hanfeng in Shuanghua Palace.Master was very enthusiastic that day, even a little abnormal.

And the beast tamer will have an imprint on his body, which is used to control the monster beast. As long as that place is destroyed, the connection between the beast tamer and the monster beast will be broken.Zhuo Junchen wanted to separate Master and Si Yun completely, but he didn't know which part of Si Yun's body was the key.That being the case, then simply destroy his physical body.

Zhuo Junchen squinted his eyes. The coercion of the monks in the Mahayana period caused a change in the situation, and the disciples on the peaks were like frightened birds.

Du Heng sat on the window sill and saw him, his long and narrow phoenix eyes flickered.

Si Yun, who was sitting quietly, slowly opened his eyes and got up, even at this moment when the enemy was in front of him, he still unhurriedly adjusted his clothes a little, as if he was just going to recite poems to make a match.

Du Heng leaned halfway on the edge of the cliff drunkenly, and said loudly: "I wish the master a good face and reveal his true colors."

Si Yun just glanced at him indifferently, and everything had already fallen into his hands.

Du Heng watched his leaving back, the sarcasm in his eyes faded, he shook his head and sighed: "You, you..." I don't know who he is talking about.

Si Yun came from the sky, saw Zhuo Junchen's strong fighting spirit and sharp appearance, and said calmly: "Today, there will be no Tianjie and Shen Hanfeng to help you." His tone was flat, but it carried the air of a superior who is sure of victory .

Blood flashed in Zhuo Junchen's eyes, and without talking nonsense, he threw out the long whip in his hand. The thunder light was like thorns and thorns wrapped around the whip, and as long as it touched his body, it would bring a piece of dripping blood.

Naturally, Si Yun would not sit still, Zhuo Junchen's long whip missed.However, the long whip still has a back move, a black and purple thunder light flashed from the dragon ball, and this lightning light flowed along the whip body for a while and accumulated enough power.The huge lightning ball followed Si Yun's figure.

The speed of the two is extremely fast, and all the actions happen in the blink of an eye.Zhuo Junchen locked onto Si Yun's energy mechanism, and the thunderball would never miss like it did just now.

Si Yun's arm moved slightly, and the scroll unfolded to reveal a large blank space inside, and soon black vines surged out like that day, covering the sky and covering the sun.

Zhuo Junchen was not afraid at all, and let the black vines entangle him, and when the black vines completely surrounded him, there were hard vines with sharp stems extending out of them.In the middle of the pitch-black vines, there was a bright red light flashing, and the next moment, a thunderbolt suddenly blasted the vines.Amidst the ashes of black vines, Si Yun's expression was a bit miserable, and some prying disciples even noticed that there were sporadic drops of blood on the lips of the head master, the black energy between his brows surged, and his whole body's aura was greatly reduced.

Zhuo Junchen's eyes were bright, and he followed Si Yun's retreating steps. The shadow of the whip was like a torrential rain, and the advantages of the thunder and fire spirit root were exerted to the extreme.

The cultivation bases of several Supreme Elders were almost the same as Si Yun's. He forcibly suppressed and merged their cultivation bases, and the backlash he received has never stopped.Si Yun missed Zhuo Junchen's tribulation thunder before, not to mention bearing the disaster for him, the injuries caused by the hatchback devouring his cultivation base became more serious.

Si Yun had already thought that Zhuo Junchen would probably take advantage of his complete fusion of the Supreme Elder's cultivation to sneak attack, but he didn't want him to come so early.

Although Du Heng had to provide him with blood against his will, he was unwilling to heal him.But Zhuo Junchen had Mu Zisu hiding beside him, but he was determined to do his best.

Thinking of this, Si Yun couldn't help feeling a little angry, but he quickly suppressed it. Zhuo Junchen was comparable to him in strength, so he couldn't be careless.

The Nether Whip wrapped around Si Yun's wrist, leaving dark marks. The purple light wanted to rush into his body, but was resisted by the black spiritual power; With a move of anger, the wound pierced by the barb was exposed after breaking through the black vine.

Between you and me, although Zhuo Junchen only had the early stages of Mahayana cultivation, he was evenly matched with Si Yun, who was already injured.

"Left arm."

Si Yun opened the scroll with his right hand, and the several-foot-long scroll stretched in an instant, and the blue and black runes danced and flowed, restraining Zhuo Junchen's movements.The smooth offensive stopped suddenly, and Si Yun felt that when the spiritual energy circulating around his body entered his left arm, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and came out without any circulation.

Seeing the pitch-black scar on his left arm, Si Yun frowned deeply, worry showing on his face.

Naturally, Zhuo Junchen did not let go of this excellent opportunity. Instead of rushing out of the barrier surrounded by everything, he straightened the Nether Whip.The long whip, which was originally soft and tough, became sharp and hard under the clamor of magic power, piercing a gap in the long scroll with a piercing point, and rushed straight towards Si Yun.Si Yun's left arm was stiff, and he avoided being pierced with a blood hole.

"Right arm."

There was a bone-piercing coolness that changed from light to deep, conveyed from Si Yun's arms, and the feeling of coldness rushed straight into his mind, and Si Yun couldn't help being surprised.

The ghost whip hooked his arm, and the ferocious magic weapon ruthlessly tore off a large piece of flesh and blood on Si Yun's right arm, and the cyan robe was covered with blood.But this seemingly frightening injury did not bring any pain to Si Yun, as if the arms were numb and no longer a part of his body.

This kind of numbness prevented Si Yun from continuing to maintain his composure. Zhuo Junchen didn't stop his attack when he saw him retreat, but intensified it.

The enchantment that had been pierced into a sieve by Zhuo Junchen immediately fell apart under the retreat of the master.

It's just that even so, Si Yun couldn't protect himself for long, and he couldn't stop Zhuo Junchen's barrier just now, even if he rebuilds it, the result is still the same.

Especially after Si Yun's legs also started to feel cold and numb, Si Yun failed to avoid the Nether Whip's action of piercing his heart.

With a long whip gouging out, Zhuo Junchen forcibly dug out a still beating heart.

The bloody viscera lingered with a dark layer of demon energy, enough for people to see clearly the essence of the head of the first fairy sect.

Zhuo Junchen shattered this heart with lightning, and asked in a low voice when Sen Luo Wanxiang rushed over to remedy it: "You must have done too much to Master back then."

Whispering, Zhuo Junchen showed a trace of extremely light purple lightning between his eyebrows, and then clouds gathered in the sky and the earth, and amidst a thunderous sound, Si Yun, who was unable to move, was hit by the sky thunder.

This is Zhuo Junchen's first ray of natal demonic energy extracted after entering the Mahayana stage, and it has the power to communicate with the world and attract thunder and electricity.

This powerful trick was used on Si Yun for the first time in the world.

There was only a scream, and Si Yun's expression of grievance and indignation was swallowed by Lei Guang.Zhuo Junchen flipped his wrist, and the whip wrapped around a small man the size of a palm at the end of the pointed end like a trick.

It was Si Yun's Nascent Soul, and the little man let out a sharp cry, and the myriad phenomena surrounding his body emitted a bright light that had never been seen before!

Zhuo Junchen's eyes froze, he pulled the long whip down, and used the whip-headed villain to twitch the immortal weapon that caused the self-explosion.

The Nascent Soul was destroyed like the physical body in the destructive spiritual power produced by the shattering of the fairy artifact.

However, the power of the Immortal Artifact and the Nascent Soul of the monks in the middle period of Mahayana cancelled. Although Zhuo Junchen was affected, it was not a serious problem.

This time his goal has been achieved, and even if Si Yun has the remaining spiritual consciousness, he will definitely not be able to make a big wave.

Zhuo Junchen paused for a while above the Qinghua Immortal Gate, thinking whether he should stay here and wipe out Si Yun's accomplices before leaving, or go back first to arrange the next matters for Master.

The sky is big and the earth is big, so naturally there is nothing more important than the master, but before Zhuo Junchen was about to leave gracefully, his eyes caught Du Heng who was standing facing the wind on the Qinghua Pavilion.

Uncle Du knows the master, if he is there, the chances of rescuing the master may be much greater.

Thinking like this, Zhuo Junchen slowly landed in front of Qinghua Pavilion.However, he was bored with everything about Qinghua Peak, so he landed not far from the cliff, still not getting a speck of dust from Qinghua Peak.

"Master Du, would you like to go with me to the Demon Realm? Master's important matter, I want your help." Zhuo Junchen said.

Du Heng raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, they all forgot about me when they were looking for death and life, but now they come to ask me for help?"

Zhuo Junchen apologized and said: "Master has made his own decision. It really shouldn't be. After he recovers from his injury, he will make an apology to Master Du."

Hearing Zhuo Junchen's tone of being in charge, Du Heng frowned again, and said with a smile: "There's no need to make amends, but I don't have much to help, and Zisu's presence is enough."

Zhuo Junchen took a deep look at him, Du Heng drank a bottle of wine while he was talking, and before he knew it, the color of his lips, which were moist and bright red with the wine, turned to a cold dark purple.

Zhuo Junchen frowned and said, "Master, you..."

Du Heng wiped his lips and said: "It's just a little bit of poison, since the enemy is gone, don't worry too much."

Just as Zhuo Junchen wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a chill behind him. The Nether Whip came out from his hand and strangled Du Heng before the pitch-black demon soul entangled him.

The demon soul let out a stern roar: "Du Heng! It's you!" Unexpectedly, Si Yun still had a ray of soul escape, but he has been lurking here.

Zhuo Junchen snorted coldly and burned the demon soul little by little. Du Heng watched the demon soul disappear with an expression as indifferent as an ice sculpture.