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

"Ah Yan, I'm fine, don't waste your immortal power."

A smear of blood spilled from the corner of Jun Qianyin's mouth, which was particularly dazzling on that fair face.

He raised his hand to hold Ye Junyan's wrist, preventing him from moving.

Ye Junyan's dark eyes were red, "How could it be all right..."

All the immortal energy has already flowed out along this wound.

Strands of golden light turned into dots of stars, gradually disappearing into this piece of heaven and earth.

Ye Junyan's ink pupils shrink slightly, this is the power of the soul!

If the power of the soul is dissipated, Master...

Ye Junyan instantly exuded all the immortal power in his body, trying to re-condense the surrounding things, the blue aura faintly enveloped the surrounding golden stars.

Xianmen Mountain, in the main hall, a gust of wind blew by, and the white candle on the stage was crumbling.

Xuan Yuan instantly opened his dark eyes, "It seems that something happened."

"Accident? You mean Ah Yin!"

Xuan Yuan frowned and nodded.

Yuan Yang's face changed slightly, and he stood up from the cushion, "Don't repeat the same mistakes, go save people!"

The two silver-white figures disappeared into the hall in an instant.

Ye Junyan looked at the surrounding stars in despair, unable to get together!

He is not cultivated enough to get together...

To gather souls, one must reach the realm of the gods.

One of Ye Junyan's hands desperately blocked the wound, and the whole hand was already soaked in bright red blood.

This scene deeply hurt his eyes.

Seeing the anxious look of the young man, Jun Qianyin stretched out her hand distressedly, and touched the young man's thin face.

"Ah Yan... Master is fine, Master is just a little tired and wants to sleep for a while."

His tone was not as calm as before, but a little weak.

Those star-filled eyes seemed to want to close slowly.

It hurt so much, his chest seemed to be torn apart, he really couldn't hold it anymore...

Ye Junyan stood up holding the person, his body and legs went limp, and he almost knelt on the ground, his lips trembling, "Master, don't sleep, Ah Yan...Ah Yan will take you out."

Don't sleep... Master!

The Lihun Fan has turned back into a device spirit. The little Zhengtai, who is only one meter long, is wearing blood-red clothes with black mysterious lines on it.

Still... still a step late.

Li Hun Fan felt that this time, he had really caused a catastrophe...

When Ye Junyan heard the movement behind him, a cold light flashed in his dark red eyes, he picked up the Ansheng on the ground, and threw it towards the Lihun Fan.

A burst of pain hit, and a dark black long sword was inserted into Lihun Fan's chest, and blood flowed down the sword.

The body of the Lihun Fan is a fan, as long as the fan is not destroyed, he will not disappear, nor will he die.

But it still hurts...it hurts.

Ye Yuan is as ruthless as before!

Li Hun Fan reached out and pulled out the long sword from his chest. The location of the wound was exactly the same as Jun Qianyin's.

With a wave of the blood-red long sleeve, everything around him returned to normal in an instant.

Still in the Green Devil Mountain, the sky is still full of dark clouds, like a black hole, and a blood-red fan hangs in the black hole!

Ye Junyan looked at the figure in his arms, with tenderness in his blood-red eyes, "Master, we are coming out."

"Ayin!"

A hasty voice sounded.

Before Ye Junyan could respond, his arms were empty, and there was no one there.

Gu Qingyu looked at the scar on Jun Qianyin's chest, and felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

The immortal energy circulating around the body was transported into Jun Qianyin's body.

But this body, like a funnel, goes in as much as it goes out.

Ye Junyan knew that he was no longer qualified to rob people.

A hoarse voice sounded, "I'm sorry... I didn't protect Master well..."

"Soul, where's A Yin's soul?" Gu Qingyu yelled at Ye Junyan.

The people around immediately realized that it was still in the secret realm just now.

"The spirit... is gone, and the gathering...can't be gathered."

Ye Junyan's voice became smaller and smaller, his heart seemed to be squeezed together, and he couldn't breathe due to the pain.

Everyone noticed that Jun Qianyin was hugged by Gu Qingyu in a white robe stained with blood, her long hair fell to the ground, her eyes were tightly closed, she looked like...

A generation of arrogance, who did not expect to fall in the Green Devil Mountain!

It's embarrassing!

Bai Shu's face was pale. Although she called Jun Qianyin Jiaobao all day long, she never disliked him.

Lu Cheng sighed softly and shook his head.

He said that he was not allowed to come, but he insisted on coming, and this time he directly left his life on the green cliff.

The people from Xuanyun Mountain came late, and two figures, one black and one purple, appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Your Majesty!"

Where Luo Xian looked, it was Jun Qianyin's blood-stained robe.

The pupils suddenly tightened, they were still late.

"Xuanyun Mountain, I didn't expect them to dare to come."

"It's useless to come."

"With Jun Qianyin's appearance, I can't live anymore. The Soul-Living Fan is mine."

Sect Master Xiaoyao once again fixed his eyes on the Lihun Fan in midair.

It was still the same result as last time, if Qin Xi hadn't supported his crumbling body, he might have been overturned down the mountain.

How could Gu Qingyu be in the mood to care about the Lihun Fan, the person in his arms was about to fly with the sword when he was stopped by the people in Kunlun Mountain.

"Li Xun, don't force me to do it." Gu Qingyu's voice was rarely cruel.

"I haven't made it clear about the Demon Lord yet, so you want to leave now? Impossible!"

Li Xun stood in front of him in a blue robe, and the six sects followed behind him.

"There is no proof, Li Xun, it's better for you to say less about these things."

In mid-air, a white figure suddenly appeared. It was as fast as an illusion. It was thousands of miles away just now, but it arrived in front of you in the blink of an eye.

Xuan Yuan looked at the wound, which was glowing strangely red, and said with certainty in his tone, "The Soul-Living Fan! Was it injured by the Soul-Living Fan?"

Ye Junyan lowered his head, his eyes were slightly red, and his fists were tightly clenched into fists.

"I'm sorry, it's me... I didn't protect Master well."

Soul-leaving fan!

Thinking of the Soul-Living Fan, Ye Junyan was like a waking beast.

The black figure reached midair as fast as lightning, and he grabbed the silver iron fan tightly with his slender hands.

The soul-leaving fan groaned for a while, trying to break free from the young man's hand.

"He is indeed the Demon Lord! He can get the Soul-Living Fan!"

However, the next moment, the young man used all his strength in vain, crushing the Lihun Fan into pieces and scattered them in the air...

"Gone……"

Sect Master Xiaoyao stared wide-eyed, his pupils filled with bloodshot eyes, and looked at the figure in midair in disbelief.

What kind of person is able to crush the artifact with bare hands!

Li Xun's old face was full of shock, Lihun Fan!

That is the top-grade artifact, the Soul-Living Fan!

Yeyuan actually destroyed the Lihun Fan for Jun Qianyin?

Ye Junyan had a sickly glint in his eyes, he would not keep anyone who hurt Master!