Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

"...Brother?"

Fu Yaoye lay on the ground in a daze, and was firmly protected by Xiao Jianyuan.

With trembling hands, he reached behind Xiao Jianyuan's back and touched a piece of warm and greasy blood.

Xiao Jianyuan bowed and fell on the ground, with his arms resting on Fu Yaoye's shoulders.

"It's okay." Xiao Jianyuan said two words in a low voice with a pale face.

He watched the shadow on the ground getting closer and closer, and gasped for breath.

Tianshu got up in a hurry, and before he could get close to Cang Shuyue, he was thrown to the ground viciously.

Finally, Xiao Jianyuan couldn't hold on anymore, he put his head on Fu Yaoye's neck, and passed out.

Fu Yaoye exclaimed in shock: "Senior brother!"

The purple light of the Huiling Formation was in full bloom, and Cang Shuyue glanced at the monk in Tsing Yi, who was lying aside, and then raised the corners of her lips to admire her own fingers: "I didn't want much spiritual energy at first, and quietly took away the hearts of a few people." That's all, you self-proclaimed righteous sects are trying to spoil my good deeds..."

Fu Yaoye looked at her coldly, the sea mirror on the ground buzzed, and his fingers slowly clenched.

"Forget it," Cang Shuyue stared at Fu Yaoye and smiled coquettishly, "You cast yourself into a trap, so I have no choice but to accept your heart."

As soon as the words fell, a thorn suddenly rose from the ground under her feet:

"So arrogant, you really don't pay attention to me, Qingheng Mountain!"

Yan Li suddenly appeared and stood in front of Fu Yaoye and the two. He put away his cynical smile and stood solemnly, holding a folding fan in his hand, and the surrounding vegetation moved in response to the sound.

Cang Shuyue was forced back a few steps by the thorny thorn, looking at Yan Li with fear in her eyes.

Yan Li glanced at the two lying on the ground, and asked in a low voice, "How is your brother?"

Fu Yaoye steadied his mind and let go of his clenched fist: "It didn't hurt the heart."

"That's good." Yan Li nodded, then swung his fan forward and hit Cang Shuyue mercilessly.

The folding fan in his hand was made of unknown material, it was extremely hard, and cut off half of Cang Shuyue's long armor.

Cang Shuyue held her bloody hand and gritted her teeth.

As the elder of Wufeng, Yan Li has stayed in the stage of transforming gods for a hundred years, and Cang Shuyue in the stage of concentrating has no chance of winning.

Several vines chased Cang Shuyue closely, forming a cage and trapping her in it.

Yan Li raised his hand and waved his fan, and the vines sprouted sharp thorns, Cang Shuyue screamed, blood soaked the dark blue vines.

A giant tree grew out of the Huiling formation, with a huge and luxuriant crown, and the vibrant green gradually suppressed the Huiling formation until it dissipated.

Yan Li let out a sigh of relief, and helped Wu Chen who had fallen to the ground.

Wu Chen wiped off the blood on his lips, and said, "Thank you, Senior."

"You don't need to be too polite," Yan Li said, looking at the scorched soil on the ground, "I'm not good at purification, and I still need you to save these wronged souls."

Seeing that Fu Yaoye helped the unconscious Xiao Jianyuan up, he walked over to check their injuries.

"You guys have worked hard on this experience," Yan Li said, "I didn't know that Nanyou City hides a magic cultivator in the concentration stage."

He sighed again: "Fortunately, the two of you took over this task. If other disciples come, I'm afraid they won't be able to support me."

Fu Yaoye shook his head, Yan Li saw that he was also out of energy, and said: "Take your senior brother back to Qingheng Mountain first, and go to Su Baimu for treatment first, and I will notify Xu Mitang."

Fu Yaoye responded and called out Hai Jing. He was about to leave with his sword when he suddenly saw the cage surrounded by vines collapse, and there was no one inside.

Fu Yaoye opened his eyes wide: "Uncle Yan..."

Yan Li waved his hand: "I let her go."

"Elder Lu's divination shows that there are two entangled demonic energy in this city," Yan Li said in a heavy tone, "That's why I came here."

Travel south to the south of the city.

A gray-haired woman was hiding in the bushes in a panic.

Her face was haggard, deeply wrinkled, her body was bloody, and her lips were still thickly smeared with lip balm.

That was the fleeing Cang Shuyue.

"It's clearly agreed...it's agreed to let me suck their aura!"

She leaned against the tree trunk, clutching her dry white hair and screaming.

In the darkness, a black figure emerged from the intertwined tree shadows. He seemed to have been guarding here long ago, and his black clothes blended into the night.

"Really... But he never let you touch those two disciples from Qingheng Mountain."

His voice was covered under a thick mask, and he smiled: "Have I emphasized it to you?"

Cang Shuyue shouted: "My return to the spirit array has also been destroyed, and I have become like this ghost! Don't you guys compensate me?!"

Black Image heard something funny: "Compensation?"

"You almost exposed our whereabouts, and you want to make up for it?"

Cang Shuyue backed away in panic, stumbling over a dead branch on the ground.

His voice became harsh: "You still have thoughts that you shouldn't have moved!"

Cang Shuyue screamed heart-piercingly, and a group of black crows moved in shock, flapping their wings and flying away.

When the early sun shines into the forest, there is only a pile of bones left on the grass.

System: "Congratulations, if you survive a catastrophe, there will be future blessings; the protagonist's road to becoming a god is one less hurdle, taskers please continue to work hard!"

Xiao Jianyuan sighed deeply.

System: "Don't sigh, is there anything you can't think of?"

Xiao Jianyuan said: "My back is very itchy, can you scratch it for me?"

Because of the injury on his back, he could only lie on the bed now, that claw was aimed at Fu Yaoye's heart, the witch was skilled and quick and ruthless, even if Xiao Jianyuan blocked her, she almost poked her heart.

System: "Kiss, this serves us... stab... stab"

Xiao Jianyuan: "?"

Xiao Jianyuan was frightened: "Brother, if you can't do it, don't force it."

The system FM tuned itself for a long time, and the voice suddenly became clear:

[Character Cang Shuyue, dead]

Xiao Jianyuan was shocked, and after a while, he asked hesitantly, "Didn't Cang Shuyue die at the end?"

In the original novel, Cang Shuyue doesn't appear much. Although she is a villain, she always revolves around the protagonist's plot. She ends up defending the protagonist and dies.

This just came out, why did she die?

System: "The plot has been reviewed, and the current world line has progressed by 15%, which deviates from the original plot by 4%."

Xiao Jianyuan asked: "Deviating from the plot?"

The system became confused again: "Be careful %￥#...Master&￥@..."

Xiao Jianyuan was carefully identifying, when suddenly someone called him: "Senior brother."

Xiao Jianyuan was shocked, turned his head and looked at the door, the wound on his back was involved, and he grinned in pain.

"Senior brother!" Fu Yaoye hurriedly walked to the bed, at a loss, and said, "Yes, I was the one who disturbed senior brother."

Xiao Jianyuan resisted the pain: "It's okay."

When Fu Yaoye heard these two words, he suddenly squatted down beside the bed, his eyes were on the same level as Xiao Jianyuan's: "Why did senior brother stand in front of me last night?"

He lowered his eyes, the red marks on his forehead were as bright as before, adding some bright colors to his cold appearance.

Xiao Jianyuan felt that he asked inexplicably, and replied: "I am your senior brother, so naturally I want to stand in front of you."

"Senior brother builds a foundation before he reaches the weak crown, and his talent is outstanding. There are few people in the entire cultivation world who can match his talent." Fu Yaoye lowered his head and said slowly, "Senior brother has a bright future, so you shouldn't sacrifice your life to save me. If something goes wrong..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Fu Yaoye looked up and saw that the person on the bed was actually angry.

If it wasn't for the injuries on his body, Xiao Jianyuan would have jumped up and hit him: "You are my only real junior, shouldn't I save you?!"

"Aren't you stronger than me in terms of talent? If Qingheng Mountain loses you, it will be the biggest damage!"

Xiao Jianyuan lay on the bed, turned his head to look at him in a ridiculous posture, the expression on his face was almost disappointed: "In terms of talent, you are no worse than me."

"Everyone in the world knows that there are three thousand blue stones in Qingheng Mountain, and there is a block every one hundred steps. Only Fu Yaoye, a disciple of Master Mu Gui, can step on such ordinary stones without any distractions."

Fu Yaoye's heart skipped a beat.

Xiao Jianyuan pressed his face on the pillow wearily, and whispered: "You are the most proud disciple of Qingheng Mountain, at least among the brothers."

The young man bent his back slowly, his eyes reflected the figure clearly: "Senior brother..."

He murmured to himself in a low voice: "If only you had always thought this way."