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The woods were so quiet that not even a bird chirped.

Duan Huichuan gradually felt something was wrong, he quickened his pace, flying like a shuttle, shuttling between the jungles.

"My good boy, listen to your father's words. I'm doing it for your own good, and I won't harm you." The high priest's gentle voice exuded a sense of peace of mind, as if a perfect and beautiful future was right in front of him, as long as he obeyed his words command, it will be fulfilled soon.

Yan Yijun slowly closed his eyes, his field of vision seemed to be filled with hallucinations one after another, one dream after another came one after another, in each dream his junior was waving at him, a faint sense of dizziness swept over him, It almost made people fall asleep.

The high priest walked up to him slowly, stretched his brows tenderly, and stretched his five fingers towards his closed-eyed face, a green butterfly transformed out of thin air, flapping its wings lightly, about to Fly to Yan Yijun's eyebrows.

A ray of black flame suddenly ignited Bidie's tentacles, swallowing it instantly, and Bidie was mercilessly burned to ashes before she even had time to react.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, the high priest did not expect it, his arm was still raised in the air, and he had no time to retract it.

"You underestimate me, High Priest." Yan Yijun slowly opened his eyes, his deep eyes stared at him lightly, his calm tone was rare to be a little arrogant, "You have taught me by yourself. This disciple, how could I not be wary of your methods?"

The dark green crystal stretched rapidly between his palms. Yan Yijun held the witch staff, and the surging witch power crazily condensed on the top of the staff, pointing at the opponent from afar.

"From the day you abandoned me, in my heart, my father is dead, and I will never be at the mercy of anyone, including you."

"For a man, for an enemy, you turned your back on your bloodline. It really disappoints me." The gentleness on the face of the high priest was completely torn, and dense clouds covered his face, and the deep eyes seemed to have Endless darkness gathered in his eyes.

Just when the father and son were at war, a burst of unexpected footsteps crushed the imminent battle.

Yan Yijun turned his gaze subconsciously, and saw Duan Huichuan standing under the tree with a surprised expression on his face, even holding a plate of river prawns in his hand, the fat prawns were burning red and steaming.

"Go back to Sichuan, get out of here!" Yan Yijun only had time to shout this sentence, and a piercing howl of ghosts and wolves suddenly hurt the eardrums!

Duan Huichuan raised his hand and threw the river shrimp out like a weapon, and with the power of thunder and fire, it exploded in front of the high priest!

The flying debris actually penetrated the High Priest's figure, causing him no harm at all.

Surrounded by the screams of evil ghosts wandering in the green, he casually extinguished the flames sticking to the hem of his shirt, and smiled calmly at Duan Huichuan: "Your Highness, I haven't seen you for so many years, I thought your temper should be restrained a lot." Unexpectedly, it is still the same as before, if there is a disagreement, you will use force. It's a pity that your attack is useless to me."

Ghost voices wailed and howled, the bark of the trees cracked and peeled off, the dead leaves groaned and made crackling and curling sounds, and the vitality of the four directions was continuously drawn into the soul lamp of the high priest.

Duan Huichuan casually snuffed out a screaming ghost that jumped in front of him, raised his little finger to pick out his ears, and let out a soft snort of disdain: "How afraid of death are you guys? One or two of you will send some scumbags out to find it." My trouble is, if you have the ability to show your true body, if you don’t have the ability, don’t beep.”

The high priest just shook his head, and was not irritated by his provocative tone: "This is my attack on your Dragon Clan. I have studied the shadows condensed with witchcraft for many years. After all, this is His Highness's home field. I am a foreigner, so how can I get rid of you?" Can you take risks in person? If Your Highness is willing to condescend and come with me, you will see my real body."

"No way!" Yan Yijun waved his witch staff to kill the roaring evil spirits one by one, with a anxious expression on his face.

"I'm very sorry that children nowadays always rely on their talents and don't know the heights of the sky and the earth."

The high priest shook the soul lamp lightly, and a wisp of blue green fire flickered in the wick, and clusters of ghost fires separated from it, scattered and splashed on the ground, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Duan Huichuan spread his spiritual sense to the maximum, stared at the opponent's movements closely, even the slightest vibration of the ground under his feet could not escape his grasp, the moment he jumped up, the vines that emerged from the soil were like sharp It grows like a spike!

Curved and vigorous black branches intertwined into a net from all directions, blocking all the paths around him.

The dense barbs shone with a sharp luster, and the thick green and almost black sap dripped on the ground, hissing and burning. Wherever it passed, all the vegetation and bushes around it instantly withered and lost all vitality.

Yan Yijun frowned and swung his witch staff, and was about to make a move, when a ghostly fire fell in front of him in the blink of an eye, and turned into a beautiful woman in white with long hair!

She looked sad, sad and frowning, dressed in plain clothes, and Tingting walked towards him.

Yan Yijun's face changed suddenly when he saw the eyebrows on the other side: "You——!"

"So your mother looks like this in your heart." The high priest looked at this scene with nostalgia, his eyes were dim, like memories, like regrets, a very faint feeling was thinned by the years, and it was silent in the depths of his eyes , can no longer see, the rest, only indifference.

The woman in white stopped in front of Yan Yijun, looked at her grown-up son with nostalgia, tremblingly stretched out her hand towards him, wanting to touch his face, but felt unworthy, she hesitated and froze in mid-air.

Yan Yijun's side face was as pale as paper reflected by the quiet spiritual fire of the soul lamp, and the aggressive witch power was concentrated on the witch staff, hesitating, he narrowed his eyes filled with hatred, and sneered, "The high priest, how dare you use this Such a despicable method! Disgusting!"

The high priest was unmoved: "I have taught you before that this world is ruled by the weak and the strong. All morals and rules are just means used by the strong to restrain the weak. If you cannot escape these moral and ethical constraints, you will always be just the weak."

The violent fire rushed out of the heavy blockade of poisonous vines, and the dazzling almost dazzling fire almost burned all the monsters around. Duan Huichuan flew out from the golden fire, looked down at the other party condescendingly, with an arrogant and mocking expression : "Don't fool me with these impractical methods, you are the High Priest of the Sacrificial Pagoda."

"Oh? How about this?" The high priest was not angry, but smiled slightly, and the soul lamp in his hand flashed on and off quickly.

The poisonous vines at Duan Huichuan's feet disappeared, and the person who was burned in pain in the thunder fire was replaced by that weak and helpless woman in white!

Yan Yijun was entangled by the swarming poisonous vines, the poisonous stingers pierced deeply into the flesh, and his mother's scream of pain echoed in his ears: "Jun'er, save mother! There is fire everywhere, it's so hot, it hurts so much!" !"

The most unbearable scenes in the depths of memory flooded before my eyes, the blazing fire, the collapsed wooden house, the mother's curse, Yan Yijun's eyes were so red that he was about to bleed!

stop--don't--

"This..." Duan Huichuan waved away the thunder fire in astonishment, and watched the dying woman slump to the ground in embarrassment, with foul words pouring out of her mouth, so angry that she couldn't find the right words for a while, Curse the sinister and vicious High Priest!

"Are you crazy? Do you have any grudges against your own wife and children! You don't even spare the dead!" Duan Huichuan laughed back angrily, the thunder from all directions moved with his heart, and arrows pierced through his chest like a torrential rain. Almost cast the phantom of the high priest into a sieve.

But the figure of the other party calmly changes between the virtual and the real, facing his thunderbolt and thunder, without fear.

"If it weren't for the dragon clan pressing every step of the way, how could innocent Wu clan people like them end up like this?" The high priest said slowly, "I am not the one who caused all these tragedies. If you want to complain, if you want to hate, His Highness should Ask your father!"

"Strong words make sense!"

Duan Huichuan turned around and landed beside Yan Yijun, the Thunder Snake roared angrily and gnawed at the poisonous vines clinging to Yan Yijun's body, burning a large hole in a mess.

The blood dripping from Yan Yijun's wound was almost blackened by the venom. He looked at Yan Yijun's blood red eyes and said, "Yan Yijun! Wake up! That's not true!"

"Quick...leave..." Yan Yijun trembled abnormally, spit out a few words indistinctly, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, blue veins bulged under his pale skin, and blue-black blood vessels were hidden under his sleeves , as if trying to suppress the unspeakable pain.

"What are you talking about?" Duan Huichuan didn't understand, so he wanted to help him.

"Let's go!" Yan Yijun roared so hard that the tone almost broke, the hand holding the witch's staff could no longer suppress it, and drew an arc in the air, pointing at Duan Huichuan!

A ray of blood splashed on the faces of the two of them, and the blood oozed out, soaked their coats, and fell to the ground.

Duan Huichuan lowered his head in astonishment, a long wound was drawn on his body by the witch force, and an indescribable chill crawled up his heart along the wound.

"Brother..."

I hurt him... I actually hurt him...

Yan Yijun's hand holding the witch's staff was trembling, his sanity eroded by the blood witch curse had fallen into a daze, almost everything in his vision was swallowed by blood, mottled, only the black and white shadow of Duan Huichuan was still there. Shaking indistinctly before the eyes.

That dripping scar was like a sharp knife slashing at his heart, and the heart-piercing pain burned him, almost consuming the last trace of reason.

The corners of his eyes were burning hot, and there was something hot in the eye sockets that was about to fall.

Back to Sichuan... junior brother... is injured, who is it?I want to heal him...

Yan Yijun groped to raise the witch staff again, but what came out of his hand was not the warm and vital light of the past, but the dark, dark green and treacherous cursed black light!

The sharp energy flew past Duan Huichuan's ear, cutting a drop of bright red blood, and blowing down a few strands of hair.

Immediately afterwards, one attack after another followed. Yan Yijun stared blankly at his dodging position, but there was a gentle smile on his face, as if he was not taking his life, but stroking his own body. lovers.

"Senior brother, it's me, sober up! Yan Yijun! Wake up!" Duan Huichuan was in the narrow woods here, dodging the merciless attack of the other party, as if his chest was covered with a fire, Want to swallow the sky and destroy the earth, but there is no way to vent.

In the face of any enemy, whether strong or weak, he can deal with it calmly. If it is not honest to beat him once, he will beat him twice.

In the sky and on earth, there is no enemy that he cannot defeat, and there is no difficulty and obstacle that he cannot resist.

Whether it is the life of a lawless young dragon, or the painful and lonely human past, no matter whether it is good or bad, he always believes in this, and even named his firm Omnipotent.

However, there was only one person, and only at this moment, he felt helpless and at a loss for the first time.

The high priest stood there leisurely, and suddenly laughed, the laughter was light and fluttering, like a dry yellow leaf rolled and smashed in the wind.

In the past, he has always shown himself in front of others with a serious and taciturn expression, and he rarely smiled. Now he seems to have seen something very interesting, and he is watching the scene with a smile: "Your Highness, Second Prince, do you still remember? You are about to become an adult and leave the altar The day before, you said that no matter what difficulties you face, you can solve them for him, now, do you admit defeat?"

"Fart!!!" Duan Huichuan finally gave up his reserve, and blurted out a series of vicious abuse, "You pervert who hasn't had a nightlife mental distortion for a long time! You can do this to your own son! You are not as good as pigs and dogs! You only dare to hide!" You can't see the light in the corner! Sooner or later, this palace will crush you to ashes, and beat you until you cry for father and mother, kneel down and call you father!"

His furious cursing finally caused the high priest Wen Tun's expression to sink slightly, and he turned the soul lamp in his hand without saying a word.

The poisonous ivy, which feeds on absorbing life force, revived again, climbed the shadows of vegetation and trees and grew wildly, and finally entangled Duan Huichuan's hands and feet.

Most of the barbs couldn't penetrate into his solid dragon body at all, only the unhealed wound was eroded by the poisonous thorns, which made his hands and feet numb and dull for a while.

He just wanted to use the old trick to burn off the gangrene attached to the bones, but Yan Yijun bullied him, stroking his cheek with cold fingers tenderly and affectionately, the black pupils of the other party shrank into a line, like a cat's vertical Hitomi, weird and indifferent.

"Junior Brother, are you playing peek-a-boo with me again? Make it easy for Senior Brother to find..." Yan Yijun was talking nonsense, and his sharp nails almost left several bloodstains on Duan Huichuan's face.

His hands slid along his face to his neck, as if his nails could cut his throat inadvertently.

The black flames burned from the witch staff and spread to the poison ivy. Duan Huichuan could even smell that his hair was curled and burnt by the high temperature.

"Yan Yijun! Wake up quickly! Are you going to kill me?!" During the fight, seeing more and more wounds on his body, Duan Huichuan gasped heavily, and managed to get out of the vine. Fujiri broke free, strangled the man's wrist vigorously, and almost broke it with the strength to break it.

He is not afraid that the other party will hurt him, but if Yan Yijun wakes up and sees these scars, he will die of heartache.

Yan Yijun was oblivious to everything in front of him, he broke free from Duan Huichuan's restraint, and pressed the sharp witch stick against his heart, as if sending it forward lightly, it would pierce into the heart.

A long howling dragon's chant burst out, and the impact made Yan Yijun's ears roar!

The turbulent and unrestrained thunder exploded all over the body, and the two fell to the ground in midair at the same time.

Duan Huichuan held a crackling and flickering blue-purple arc in his hand, but he still couldn't use it to point at his brother who had lost his sanity—even if the opponent's weapon was pointed at his heart close at hand.

Yan Yijun's empty eyes were in a trance for a while, and the movement of the witch stick to stab Duan Huichuan also stopped.

The high priest frowned slightly, and raised his hand to cast another spell, but the furious thunder suddenly roared, knocking his figure into waves.

"I've said it, it's useless—" the high priest's voice stopped abruptly, and a crack appeared on his calm face. "Are you crazy? Don't try to fight the blood witch curse!"

One of Yan Yijun's arms seemed to break free suddenly, and he tightly grabbed the right hand holding the witch's staff.

There seemed to be countless black silk threads wrapped around her body, her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, her lips were trembling, bitten open, and blood drops fell weakly.

He looked at Duan Huichuan, at the person he loved deeply, who was covered in scars all over his body now.

There was a ho-ho painful whine from his throat, such eyes, almost suffocating, Duan Huichuan never saw it again in his life—desperate and helpless, like a kite with a broken string.

He tightly strangled his right wrist, retracted the witch staff little by little, and stabbed it into his stomach with the sharp end like a rapier!

"Yan Yijun!!!" Duan Huichuan's angry and desperate voice echoed in the dead forest.

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