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Shen Yan's knuckles holding the two knives were clenched until they turned white. He couldn't be more clear in his heart that Su Jingran was clearly planning to die with him. It's irrelevant, Su Jingran shouldn't drag him into the center of the vortex of chaos again.

Before Shen Yan could open his mouth, a scepter as tall as half a person came up. Su Jingran swung the staff so fast that Shen Yan was stunned for a moment. The intersecting mountain peaks, this distraction caused the scepter to brush against his side several times.

Shen Yan's repeated defenses made Su Jingran's fighting spirit more intense, and the moves made by the staff became more fierce and powerful. Shen Yan stepped on the staff and turned over in mid-air, but Su Jingran didn't intend to stop, and then came again. A stick swung out.

"Dang——" There was only a crisp sound of sharp weapons hitting each other, and Jing Huan, who appeared suddenly, blocked the fatal blow for Shen Yan with the iron thorn in his hand. The strong wind made him spit out a mouthful of blood, but he It was too late to swallow the fishy sweetness in my mouth.

"Let's go! Take Sheng Feng down the mountain!" Jing Huan raised his posture, and pointed his sharp hook at Su Jingran who was not far away.

Shen Yan didn't have time to think about why Jing Huan suddenly turned against him. Since someone voluntarily resisted Su Jingran, he accepted it gladly, and immediately used the strong yin energy around him to wrap his figure tightly, but only half a stick of incense drove Su Jingran far away. left behind.

"Jing Huan! You are looking for death!" Su Jingran gritted his teeth, as if he was going to swallow Jing Huan who was standing in front of him in the next second.

Jing Huan didn't know that his own strength was not comparable to Su Jingran's. Su Jingran was right, killing him was easier than crushing an ant, but he still did not flinch, even his most life-saving and cowardly character At this moment, it seemed to have completely disappeared. Maybe it was purely to repay Sheng Feng's kindness for his biological sister, or maybe it was to atone for what he had done before. He didn't have time to think about it, but he still did it so firmly.

Jing Huan raised the iron spike in his hand, and slowly moved towards Su Jingran.

Hundreds of trees were broken by the strong wind, and a leaf quickly brushed against Shen Yan's side face, leaving a wound that was not deep. Gradually melting into the air, Shen Yan got out of his body without even thinking about it. He stepped on the edge of the huge pit and scanned the bottom of the pit.

"Sheng Feng!" He caught the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind quite keenly, and then jumped into the huge pit where the lightning flashed without hesitation.

Sheng Feng was standing in the center of a powerful magic circle, the misty blue light slowly rising from his feet enveloped him, the thunder and lightning falling from the sky was still brewing, he also saw Shen Yan running towards him, soaked in ice like There was finally a hint of surprise and consternation on his expression.

"How do you..."

Before the words fell, Shen Yan came to him, put his hands on his shoulders, seemed to want to give him a hug, but held back abruptly, and turned all the words into one sentence: "Are you okay?"

Sheng Feng knew that this was not the time to talk about love, so he turned his head to look at the crumbling copper lock: "The Law of Luo Sheng has been formed, and there is no other way except for these hundred thousand evil spirits, now... it's almost there. "

The vortex in the sky where the clouds were piled up had opened wide, and the black mist visible to the naked eye descended rapidly. Seeing the situation, Shen Yan immediately pulled out the double knives from his waist, and threw them at the black shadow in the air. Spinning rapidly in mid-air as if he had eyes, Shen Yan shouted, "I'll protect you! Hurry up!"

Sheng Feng kept making prints on his hands, his fingertips seemed to have tens of thousands of floating silk threads pulled out, twisting and pulling, the huge twin lotus enveloped the entire top of the huge pit, and in an instant, the white light was only in a flash. Then they all burst out, and the last lock on the copper door fell and hit the ground heavily.

"Shen Yan!" Sheng Feng grabbed Shen Yan at the fastest speed, and after a brief pause, the two of them fell together behind a boulder at the bottom of the pit, "Cover your ears!"

But in a short while, the copper gate was immediately torn into fragments, the ground was cracked, and hot air radiated from the trench, and the extremely weird and absurd screams were released in an instant, covering each other, like a thousand-layered giant. The waves almost tore the eardrums of the bad guys, and the thousand-year-old ghosts rushing out of the giant gate went straight into the sky.

In an instant, two waves of evil spirits from different directions fought together, and the group of Tongmen ghosts swallowed up the entire rolling vortex in an instant. In the face of the disparity in strength, even Luo Shengfa, who was once frightening, would become fragile. The thunder and lightning brought by Wudinggu couldn't split the resentful ghosts at all. Luo Shengfa collapsed within a few seconds, and the poisonous insects and beasts that rushed out of the whirlpool were eaten away by the evil ghosts.

People far away in the city witnessed that epic day, and they pressed the shutters of the shocking scenes scattered in all directions. For them who were thousands of miles away, this was a rather spectacular astronomical phenomenon. Once in a lifetime.

White light exploded in the dark crowd of ghosts, mixed with streaks of unformed lightning, the amorphous bones were ground into powder and sprinkled all over the sky, and the scattered ghosts of Tongmen hovered around the huge pit. They had just revived from the ashes, and Luo Shengfa was swallowed up again. The end of both losses made them not fully awakened, and they were still floating aimlessly.

"Are you hurt?" Shen Yan took Sheng Feng and looked left and right.

Sheng Feng just wanted to helplessly laugh at him for being too nervous, looked up over Shen Yan's shoulder and saw another big trouble that hadn't been dealt with, and his stretched smile gradually disappeared.

Su Jingran jumped down from the edge of the huge pit, still holding something in his hand. As he jumped, he dropped the thing casually, rolled a few times, and came to Sheng Feng's feet covered with layers of mud.

It was Jing Huan's head—with eyes closed tightly, blood and dirt all over his hair.

"Shengfeng, do you think it's over if you destroy Luo Shengfa? With your current ability, not to mention drawing talismans, you probably can't even pick up talismans?" Su Jingran poked Sheng Feng's sore spot with one sentence, and the latter's hand Still trembling slightly.

Sheng Feng pursed his bloodless lips and was about to speak, when Shen Yan beside him picked up a scimitar on the ground and stood in front of him.

Sheng Feng knew that Shen Yan's physical condition was not much better than his own at the moment, not to mention the impact of Luo Shengfa, even the miserable scream of the wraith could shake people out of internal injuries, Su Jingran must have taken the time He just showed up, and if the two of them match up now, Shen Yan will definitely not get half a cent of it.

"I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time." Shen Yan picked up the scimitar with one hand, and appeared in front of Su Jingran in an instant.

When the two weapons meet, a spark of light is created. The two fierce ghosts who are evenly matched in the world vow to fight to the death here. The grievances of the previous life will be settled on this day. Suddenly, his eyes unconsciously shifted to the broken copper door, and suddenly thought of something, he suddenly raised his head to look at Shen Yan who was fighting with Su Jingran.

"Shen Yan! The seal is not over yet, don't love to fight, we have to leave quickly!" Sheng Feng had never shown such a flustered expression.

The corner of Su Jingran's mouth curled up strangely: "Master, you just remembered this, is there still time?"

As he spoke, he jerked up the scepter in his hand. Shen Yan felt the pain, and the scimitar turned in a circle in his hand, and the internal organs that had been slandered began to ache. On the ground, he endured the pain and insisted on standing still, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the snake-headed scepter in Su Jingran's hand mercilessly attacking his neck.

He has no room to resist.

"Su Pei."

The scepter barely stopped in mid-air, and the voice that never appeared in Su Jingran's dreams seemed to appear in his ears across a thousand years. Shen Zhuyao's voice was still crisp when he was young, like snow frozen thousands of miles away, clear and young .Su Jingran missed this voice inexplicably, he was not even in a hurry to kill Shen Yan in front of him, but turned his head to follow the source of the voice.

The young head of Yuchanfeng is wearing a suit of emerald jewels, and the twin lotus forehead ornaments in full bloom set off an exotic style that does not conflict with this oriental face. The love revealed by those beautiful eyes is completely different from the endless coldness in Sheng Feng's eyes. , Su Jingran accidentally put down the raised scepter, and asked urgently: "Ayao, Ayao, you are back, don't you blame me? You said you would help me no matter what, have you forgotten Ayao? ?”

"Shen Zhuyao" slowly approached Su Jingran. The latter's defense was defeated in front of the old man. It was subconscious honesty and anxiety of being alone. "Shen Zhuyao" stopped half a meter in front of him: "I remember."

Su Jingran rarely showed a smile from his heart when he was a child, but the smile froze on his face in the next second, and the illusion of "Shen Zhuyao" instantly disintegrated, falling to the ground like fragments, and the other curved handle The knife was stabbed into the chest by Sheng Feng in front of him, Sheng Feng's blood was flowing on the knife pattern, Sheng Feng pulled out the knife in his hand without the slightest hesitation, his eyes were cold: "I remember, but the young master of Yuchanfeng It has already rotted on the slope of the grave."

Rotten on... Lumpy Slopes...

"Do you still remember how you promised me?! You said you want to make the world stable and the people rich!"

"I have made up my mind, Shen Guoshi, you have to understand your identity, you are just a national teacher! It's not your turn to teach me!"

Su Jingran slowly raised his head, leaned on the scepter and fell to the ground inch by inch. The blood on his chest was flowing on the ground, forming a pothole. He stared blankly at the distant mountains and smiled.

He was grateful to Shengfeng for the illusion that was given to him before he died.

In Fulin Valley, in Slavery Realm, and in the human world, he always called the national teacher, did he do it unintentionally, or just wanted to call this vague title again, as if the old man was still by his side.

From then on, no one will know.

The bronze door in the distance opened again, and the seal was forced to open. A beam of light radiated from the trench that was split in the ground, and touched the remnant soul of Su Jingran on the ground. The last emergency restriction was imposed to prevent someone from breaking the copper lock seal.

After the copper lock was broken for a stick of incense, the restriction was opened, and any ghosts within the range could not escape the result of being dissipated.

The author says:

Su Pei is also miserable, but he can't clean it up, most of it is done by himself (helpless)