After the cannon fodder was reborn, he got the devil

The long wind blew up the bloody smell, Lu Zhuoyu stood in front of the Yinyue Sect's mountain gate, holding Rong Cheng who seemed to be asleep in his arms.

Ying Baiye tore open the barrier, and when the monks of Qiankunzong were surprised, they landed in front of Yinyuezong.

Xie Yun took two steps forward, resting his fingers on Rong Cheng's pulse—although it was weak, it beat steadily and peacefully.

He lowered his head, and gently pressed his forehead against Rong Cheng's cheek, feeling his sister's breath passing by slowly; before he closed his eyes, he felt his heartbeat calm down again.

Master's complexion was very bad, but upon closer inspection, it seemed that he was only slightly injured.

Xie Yun said in a low voice: "Young master, put Rong Cheng down first."

Lu Zhuoyu raised her eyes, and her black eyeballs were dyed golden at some point, as if the sun and the moon were flowing in them.

Ying Baiye pulled Xie Yun to his side with his backhand, and said via voice transmission: "Master's situation is not quite right."

Xie Yun stared at Lu Zhuoyu's eyes - he had seen such a clear golden color in Ying Baiye's eyes;

Judging from the style of "Swallowing the Sun and the Moon", it was probably left by the master at this time, and it was probably written by the master himself who was unstable and took a fork in the road.

The current master is obviously at the stage of going mad.

Xie Yun said in a low voice, "Where did the formation break?"

Ying Baiye frowned slightly, his eyes fell on Lu Zhuoyu: "Tell me, could this be the real master..."

Xie Yun: "..."

He thought for a while, and said: "If it's true, Dao Dao must rush to chop her right now."

Monks in the Mahayana period were rejected by the Dao of Heaven, and the Master did not show up on weekdays to avoid the Dao of Heaven, and was unwilling to conflict with the Dao of Heaven. Now that the formation is running with spiritual power, Dao of Heaven is not blind.

Ying Baiye: "...can you say something nice?"

Xie Yun didn't want to say nice things, but just wanted to take his sister away quickly.

But Lu Zhuoyu was holding Rong Cheng in one hand and Nie Sha in the other, the sharp edge of this blood-drenched sword was bound to come out - she was injured, but it is common for sword repairers to be injured, this injury is not even enough to affect her state.

but……

Lu Zhuoyu's headache was about to split, she always felt that everything in front of her was so strange and strange.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be just these six people.

What should that look like?

It's the cries and shouts that come and go.

Holding a sword alone, she walked up the steps slowly. Above ten steps, monks dressed in Qiankunzong clothes pointed at her with various spiritual weapons, and kept retreating as she climbed the steps.

The blade of Nie Sha's sword was soaked with extraordinarily rich blood, and the monk's aura-filled blood gurgled down the steps.

The monks who stopped her were pale and their clothes were stained with blood, as if they were about to drop their helmets and armor in the next moment and turned around and fled in a collapse.

Lu Zhuoyu was expressionless. When she climbed up the steps, the monk opposite finally couldn't bear the fear in her heart, screamed, and even forgot that she was a cultivator who could soar into the clouds, and ran up the steps .

It was as if a scorching flame was burning in the soul, and when the flame burned into Lu Zhuoyu's eyes, everything in his sight was distorted and reddened, as if his spiritual power was boiling, scorching his meridians and heart.

Xie Yun and Ying Baiye sensed suffocating spiritual power from Lu Zhuoyu at the same time, as if something was waking up from under this body.

Xie Yun was a little anxious, and stretched out her hand to hug Rong Cheng.

Even his and Ying Baiye's strong physical bodies felt suffocated by such vast spiritual power, let alone Rong Cheng, whose body was already weak?

Ying Baiye held Xie Yun's wrist, shook his head slightly at him, and signaled Xie Yun to pay attention to Rong Cheng.

Xie Yun frowned slightly.

Rong Cheng raised her face from Lu Zhuoyu's arms, she was so pale that she had no blood, but her eyes were as bright as cold stars, and her thin fingers rested on Lu Zhuoyu's cheeks.

As if awakened by this action, Lu Zhuoyu lowered her head meekly, allowing Rong Cheng to gently rub his cheeks with his fingertips.

Rong Cheng's voice was hoarse after a long dry cough. She just woke up and asked her softly and confusedly: "What's wrong?"

Lu Zhuoyuchengjin's eyes were slightly lowered, and he saw a pale and familiar face amidst the crimson. She nestled in his arms, her face lacked blood, but her eyes were soft.

Rong Cheng asked while coughing, with a weak voice and a smile: "Where are you going to roll like a little dirty cat?"

Lu Zhuoyu raised her hand and wiped her face, she was dressed in plain white, with blood stains on her sleeves, she really looked like a cat.

She was a little aggrieved, "I didn't go out and roll. You disappeared, and I have been looking for you for a long time."

"Okay, I didn't roll outside," Rong Cheng closed his eyes, leaned into Lu Zhuoyu's arms, and said wearily, "So wake up quickly; come on, take me home."

Lu Zhuoyu stared at her blankly for a long time, then slowly closed his eyes.

Thousands of scenes disappeared as she closed her eyes, and the sun, moon, heaven and earth in the formation instantly faded.

The pain on Xie Yun's soul was healed quickly, his eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in front of Yinyuezong's gate, but at the bottom of Shenyu Lake.

The formation is broken!

But Xie Yun still couldn't find Ying Baiye and Rong Cheng.

Where did everyone go? !

Xie Yun spread out his spiritual power to search the bottom of the lake. At this time, the soaring spiritual light broke through the lake water. Xie Yun was caught off guard, and his spiritual power collided with the other party. His throat sweetened, and he retracted his spiritual power in time, but the water-proof beads in his sleeves were on the ground. Hastily carried away by the rushing water.

Xie Yun didn't have time to hold his breath, and choked on his saliva—he couldn't swim.

Xie Yun propped up his spiritual power, and suddenly felt a heat on his waist, someone hugged him, his wet clothes stuck to his back, and he floated up from the bottom of the lake.

The hazy sky gradually became clear to Xie Yun's eyes.

Ying Baiye's voice rang in Xie Yun's ear, with a little smile: "Is it like the day you brought me up from the lacquer pool?"