After the rebirth, the delicate master is really fragrant by the apprentices

It was night, and the wind blew gently, rustling the leaves on the ground.

And it doesn't seem to be quiet here, there are quite a few people gathered on Mingyuan Mountain.

"kill him!"

"Kill this big devil."

"Don't be soft on the big devil."

The man was dressed in a white robe, standing under the moonlight, and the long sword in his hand reflected a cold light in the moonlight.

The man in black was lying on the ground, with a smear of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and there was unresolved tenderness in his dark eyes.

"Kill me."

The man's voice was hoarse and deep, and it could be heard that it was at the end of its strength.

Jun Qianyin looked at the man's miserable appearance, with hesitation on his face, and the Ling Han sword in his hand was still lingering.

Seeing this appearance, everyone was a little anxious. After all, this devil's head was seriously injured, and it was rare to see it in a hundred years!

Suddenly, a burst of powerful force was placed on Jun Qianyin's hand, and the long sword in his hand pierced through the air and hit Ye Yuan's chest!

"No!"

An exclamation sounded, and the sharp blade was already stained with the man's bright red blood...

Jun Qianyin's pupils shrank suddenly, her legs softened, and she knelt on the ground.

No, he didn't want to kill Ye Yuan...

The man was lying on the ground, half-closed his eyes, and slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the starlight.

During the movement, Jun Qianyin saw the scar on the man's arm...

As if struck by lightning, he knelt and sat motionless on the spot, and it took him a long time to find his voice.

"How...how could you..."

No... definitely not, how could the devil...

Jun Qianyin kept repeating this thought in her heart.

"Because I will always guard by your side and will not let you suffer any harm."

As long as he is dead, these people will not hurt him again.

His master, see you in the next life...

The man's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally his big hand with strong bones hit the cold ground.

Jun Qianyin's face was full of panic, shaking the man's body desperately.

"Yeyuan, you haven't told me why you have this scar."

Seeing that Ye Yuan was out of breath, there was a burst of laughter from all around.

"The devil is finally dead."

"Yes, it's really pleasing to the heart, and only the Son of Heaven can let him be punished."

"Who made him a big devil, but fell in love with our Son of Heaven?"

"Hahaha, from now on it will be our righteous people's world."

Jun Qianyin stood up abruptly when she heard what everyone said, her snow-white clothes were stained with bright red blood, her face was as pale as jade.

He shook his head tremblingly, backed away silently, and seemed to be muttering to himself.

"He How could he like me."

Yeyuan is the demon king above ten thousand people, and he is just a small peak master on Xianmen Mountain, the most useless peak master...

The people around laughed even more presumptuously.

"If you don't like you, with your strength, can you kill him?"

"Why did we choose you, the only remaining waste peak master of Xianmen Mountain, as the holy son?"

"Hahaha, because he is not willing to kill you."

Xiaoyao, Kunlun, Tianshan, all the gangs gathered here, all of them had smiles on their faces.

Jun Qianyin was on the verge of falling, she took a few steps back, no way...

He seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and suddenly knelt down beside the man's body, ripping off his blood-stained clothes.

"You are Ah...you are Ah...Yan."

Jun Qianyin trembled, muttering this sentence silently, with a desolate smile on his face.

Xianmen Mountain was destroyed, and his only disciple died, so what's the point of his own life.

The slender fingers gently caressed the man's lifeless face.

"I'm sorry, Ah Yan, Master is here to accompany you."

Ling Hanjian touched his throat, bright red blood sprayed out, and snowflakes bloomed on the white clothes.

"Ayin, don't!"

There was a rushing voice in the distance, but Jun Qianyin didn't have time to stop it.

"The last bloodline of Xianmen Mountain has died well enough to pull the big devil down."

"It's gone, it's gone, the devil is gone, from now on, this world belongs to us righteous people."

"Well, I didn't expect the invincible devil to fall so quickly."

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, the curtain of a generation of powerful Demon Lord had come to an end here.

An old man with pale hair, elegant white clothes, and a fairy-like demeanor.

He silently walked to Jun Qianyin's body, and sighed softly...