After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

"Your master respects him—" Jiang Yi was looking at Feng Zizhang, not knowing how to comfort him, he hesitated to speak, and patted him on the shoulder.

More than 100 inner sect disciples have all fallen, no matter which sect they put in, it is not a trivial matter, especially a middle sect like Yunzhongmen, it can be said that their vitality has been seriously injured, even though Wen Heshen is the great elder, but the Yunzhongmen sect has strict rules , and its fate is still unpredictable.

Feng Zizhang's eyes turned red when he thought of his seniors, "Master, although he has a bad temper, he actually cares about us very much..."

It's just that he didn't expect that behind this kind of concern, there is actually a murderous intention and use behind it.

Such is the true face of the person whom Master admires, Feng Zizhang said sadly: "I don't understand why he would do this."

He has ordinary qualifications, a weak personality, and not very smart. The only advantage is that he is very lucky. Going down is much harder than dying.

"My mother told me before she died, don't think about anything, just move forward." Jiang Yizheng said dryly: "There are many things that I can't understand now, as long as I live long enough, I will understand them one day. "

Feng Zizhang wiped his face, nodded and said, "Your mother is right."

"It's good that we're still alive, and someone as powerful as Senior is leading us!" Jiang Yizheng grinned, patted him on the shoulder vigorously, and staggered him.

Jiang Yizheng hurriedly grabbed his arm, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength well!"

"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't stand firm." Feng Zizhang used her strength to stabilize his body, but heard a muffled "plop" in front of him.

The two of them were talking with each other as if they were going to be sworn brothers, but when they heard the sound, they suddenly turned their heads and looked forward, their faces paled in shock.

"senior!"

"Dad!"

First, he swallowed two Jade Spirit Pills to forcibly gather the spirits, and used the fierce ghosts in Suzaku to suppress Du Lu, and went to the sea of ​​consciousness to fight without fear of death. After jumping around for a day and a night without changing his face, he left the Yunzhong Gate, and finally the guy couldn't hold it anymore and passed out.

Fortunately, Ning Buwei still has a little bit of self-consciousness as a father, remembering that he fell backwards and did not crush the son in his arms into a small meatloaf.

Jiang Yizheng and Feng Zizhang carried the child one by one, and dragged Ning Buwei to the side of the road in a hurry.

Jiang Yizheng looked at the senior who passed out and was still aggressive, and suddenly realized: "No wonder senior is willing to let us follow."

"Ah?" Feng Zizhang looked up at her in confusion.

Jiang Yi was hugging Ning Xiu, his eyes were red, "He knows that he can't hold on and is afraid that no one will take care of his younger brother."

"Senior trusts us so much." Feng Zizhang was also sentimental, sniffling and said to Ning Buwei who passed out, "Senior, don't worry, we will definitely save you!"

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Amidst the ruined walls amidst the howling wind, a guiding talisman transformed from crimson spiritual power floated unsteadily in the air.

Chu Jun never thought that one day he would get lost in the sea of ​​knowledge of others.

And it is still under the guidance of a part of the other party's spiritual knowledge.

This sea of ​​consciousness is really weird. Once you enter it, you can't go around it no matter what. Judging by the breadth of the sea of ​​consciousness, if the opponent enters here in his heyday, he may not be able to escape safely. It's just that the opponent is so weak now. Opening this sea of ​​consciousness is as easy as flipping the palm of your hand.

Only in this way, the person's mind and soul will probably be wiped out.

Although Chu Jun came to arrest someone, he didn't want the other person's life. He was also the father of the child anyway, and he seemed to ask why.

He couldn't remember how many times he passed this broken wall. The moss on it was a little yellower than the previous two times, but the shape was still exactly the same.

He looked down at the little spiritual consciousness in his arms.

Ning Xiu's little face was very rosy at the moment, seeing Baibai looking down at himself, and smiling at him holding the half-gnawed steamed bun, "ah ~"

Delicious~

Chu Jun paused and asked, "Do you know where your father's spiritual consciousness is?"

"Ah~ah~" Ning Xiu, who only understood the word "daddy", kicked his legs excitedly.

daddy~fuzzy~

The surrounding spiritual power became thinner and thinner, and the breath was dry and hot, and Chu Jun knew that this person's life was in danger without even checking.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of breathing from behind the broken wall.

Chu Jun hugged Ning Xiu and walked around the broken wall, then raised his hand to cover Ning Xiu's eyes the next moment.

Sensing his father's aura, Ning Xiu was excited to ask for his father, but when his eyes suddenly darkened, he immediately became unhappy and moved back and forth in Chu Jun's arms, "Ah~"

I want to see daddy~

It's not that Chu Jun doesn't want to show him, but that his father looks too bloody now.

In several fights, this person was wrapped in black mist vigilantly and cautiously. This time, in the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness, Chu Jun finally saw his true face clearly.

The person leaning against the wall looked about 24 or [-] years old, with a very handsome appearance, but there was a coldness in the corners of his brows and eyes, and he was hard to approach with his brutality and arrogance.

But he fell there weakly again, his black clothes were messy and loose, dripping blood spread from his jaw to his pale collarbone, soaking through the snow-colored inner skirt, and the inaccessible coldness was overwhelmed by this The heavy sickness covered most of it.

It was like a narrow knife that showed its sharpness but was snapped off.

Chu Jun looked down and found that the knife was broken badly.

There are new wounds and old scars on the spiritual consciousness, and there is no good place on the whole body except this face. The spiritual consciousness is like flesh and blood, but it is far more important than the flesh and blood. Gouging out the flesh and deboning it is thousands of times more painful than gouging out the flesh and deboning it.

Even as a last resort, few monks do this.

It can be seen that many of the wounds on this person's spiritual consciousness are very old, and I don't know how many times he fought desperately like this to spoil himself into this miserable state.

It looked a little pitiful.

But at the same time, the arrogant and domineering evil that clings to Chu Jun's shoulders also reminds him that this person is definitely not a kind person.

The little spiritual consciousness in his arms kicked his arm to make a fuss, he patted Ning Xiu's back lightly, and said softly: "Be good, I'll help your father... heal his wounds."

Ning Xiu was put into the small cradle, and was soon attracted by the little pink bell. He smiled and reached out to grab it, forgetting his poor father again.

Chu Jun half-kneeled on the ground, and put his fingers on the opponent's wrist.

Sensing the approach of a strange aura, the person leaning against the wall suddenly tensed up, like a sharp knife drawn out of its sheath, naturally carrying killing intent, subconsciously began to defend and resist, with a desperate ruthlessness.

Chu Jun pressed his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Don't move."

The dantian repaired by him before split open again, the meridians were broken in a mess, and the good spiritual consciousness was violently torn in two places.

Especially the waist and abdomen, this guy probably felt that it was easy to tear up here, and a large piece was torn off, and the flesh and blood under the mysterious clothes transformed by spiritual consciousness were bloody.

Chu Jun wanted to make up for the piece of spiritual consciousness in his hand, but just as his fingers touched the opponent's waist, the unconscious man suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were cold and narrow, with dark and gloomy pupils, staring straight at him, like a bottomless cold pool of loneliness.

Chu Jun was slightly taken aback.

But if you look closely, you can find that this gaze is empty and empty, more like the daze when you wake up from a nightmare, and it doesn't fall into reality at all.

The eyes quickly closed again.

Chu Jun looked down at the hand that was tightly clasping the gate of life on his wrist. It was thin and slender, and the joints were slightly white due to excessive force, and the blue veins on the back of the hand were clearly visible.

Unconscious and thinking about killing.

The strength is not small.

Chu Jun stretched out his hand to pinch the arrogant wrist and made a slight mistake. The fainted man frowned in pain, but he didn't make a sound. His sleeves look as if he wants to drag you along even if he dies.

Chu Jun: "..."

Pretty vicious.

Returning the spiritual knowledge object in his hand to its original owner, he began to look at other injuries.

Probably because he "borrowed" too much of his spiritual power, this time he used his own spiritual power to probe along the opponent's meridians, but he was not resisted.

It is not easy to repair the dantian of the meridians, and the consequences of a slight mistake will be unimaginable. Therefore, if the dantian of a monk is broken, the chance of repairing it back to its original state is very slim, just like a disabled person.

Last time, Chu Jun only helped him repair the outer layer. If he tampered with the inner part of his dantian, even the slightest flaw may cause him to go crazy in the future.

But looking at the posture of the other party tossing himself to death, if only the outer layer is repaired, it may fall in a few days.

The degree of worry is even worse than that of his son.

The big devil with chaotic consciousness sensed that someone was approaching, opened his eyes with difficulty but couldn't see anything clearly, he could only slam the opponent's life gate fiercely, but unexpectedly let the opponent win half of the move.

The strange yet familiar spiritual power flowed along the meridians of his body. He subconsciously felt that it was dangerous, but the gentle warmth that followed made most of his killing intent disappear.

Ning Buwei thought in a chaotic state that someone was healing him.

The remaining rationality told him that it was impossible for anyone in this world to be kind enough to help him, but the comfort mixed with pain was so clear when the meridians healed.

Which idiot who is not afraid of death dares to come forward to save him, probably because he is impatient to live.

It should be a dream hallucination.The big devil who passed out came to a conclusion and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The hand that was holding on to the sleeve suddenly loosened its strength and fell on the snow-white sleeve. The person who was tense all over lost his strength and fell to the side.

Chu Jun's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick to support him, who knew that this guy fell down at an angle, and was pressing against his shoulder with his strength.

The warm breath penetrated into the fabric made of spiritual consciousness, and the strange smell mixed with the smell of blood lingered around, which was cold and oppressive.

He clearly went to his sea of ​​consciousness to provoke him again and again, but now he looks so weak and at the mercy of others... Chu Jun twitched his eyebrows slightly, and with a little force on his palm, he pushed him back again.