When the protagonists and villains become bamboo horses

Hearing this, Yan Yu stared fixedly at the person in front of him, his brows were as calm as water, and his eyes were dim and unclear.

Chen Yuan raised his head and looked at him without hesitation, as if to show the sincerity of his words.

After a while, Yan Yu suddenly laughed, with a mocking tone, "Immortal, you say you have changed, but Xiaoshi treats me the same. This is the difference between you and him."

Chen Yuan looked at him in astonishment, his pupils trembled, and there was a sad emotion in his eyes.

At this time, Yan Yu's patience was exhausted, and he lifted the long sword slightly in his hand, and pierced Chen Yuan's head without any warning.

The look in Chen Yuan's eyes dimmed instantly, and his expression froze in the previous moment.

A cluster of flames landed on his still warm body, burning more and more intensely, burning it to ashes in the blink of an eye.

The raging flames reflected on Yan Yu's face, leaving a dark shadow between his deep eyebrows, but his forehead, cheeks and eyes were as red as blood.

He looked at the pile of ashes in front of him, and the scenes of the past flashed in front of his eyes like a fleeting shadow.

In his previous life, Yan Yu was very obsessed with whether his biological father in his previous life had a moment of sincerity towards him as a child. He once wanted to gain recognition and warmth. It has become the least important thing to him.

So what about blood relationship, what about father and son, they are just a relationship of mutual use.

In the past, Chen Yuan used Chen Yu to become famous, but today Yan Yu uses Chen Yuan to prove the truth.

Yan Yu's eyes were heavy, although he was looking in front of him, but there was nothing in his eyes, empty and cold.

He didn't care at all about Chen Yuan's thoughts before he died, and he didn't care at all whether the other party's heart was as sad as the expression on his face at the last moment.

All he cared about at the moment was preaching.

The world is as vast as the sea, and Xuanyi Moxiu stands on the boundless wasteland, his brows are cold and sharp as blades.

He lifted his thin eyelids, staring casually at the thick clouds and lightning that gradually gathered above his head, blood evil spirit wrapped around him like substance.

I don't know when it started, the wind gradually rose between the sky and the earth.

The strong wind blows the dust on the ground and flies everywhere, the sky is covered with overcast clouds, and the clouds are surging like sea waves, and snake-shaped lightning occasionally appears on it.

The sky and the earth are dark, as if the end is coming.

There are still many immortal monks in the secret realm who are exploring and hunting for treasure. They noticed the vision of heaven and earth, stopped what they were doing, and looked at the sky of lightning and thunder with horror on their faces.

"What... what happened? Why did the secret realm suddenly become like this?"

Almost all those who entered the secret realm were young immortal cultivators with insufficient experience and knowledge, who suddenly saw the vision of heaven and earth, and made a mess of it for a while.Some people were puzzled, some were at a loss, some were afraid, and some showed greedy eyes.

Based on their own experience, some immortal cultivators vaguely guessed that someone in the secret realm here might be proving the Dao and crossing the catastrophe. With the mentality of sharing a piece of the pie, they took out their weapons and quietly approached the thick clouds.

So such a strange scene happened in this secret place.Most of the immortal cultivators were busy escaping from the mutation center, but a small group of people went in the opposite direction, groping in the dark and sneaking past with a clear goal.

When Xie Shi broke away from that mysterious and mysterious state of comprehension, he opened his eyes and saw the gloomy world that was about to storm.

He hurriedly looked around, nervously looking for Yan Yu's figure. When he saw the Xuanyi Moxiu staying in the center of the storm thousands of miles away, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Brother Xiu Ling successfully proved the Tao!Xie Shi thought happily.

Xie Zhiwei on the side had already finished meditating and stood up, his snow-white robe billowing in the wind.

His brows were cold, and he looked worriedly at Yan Yu's figure not far away.

Xie Shi noticed Xie Zhiwei's expression, and the heart that had just let go rose to his throat again.

"What's wrong?" He asked nervously, "Is there something wrong with Brother Xiu Ling?"

Xie Zhiwei shook his head lightly, and replied: "Your elder brother Xiuling is fine, but... the others will suffer."

Just now, Xie Zhiwei was keenly aware through his spiritual sense that there were several young immortals approaching rapidly.

Under the premise of natural vision, it is self-evident what those people are here to do.The law of the jungle has always been prey to the strong in the realm of cultivation. Even in the immortal sect, it is not uncommon to see things that take away people's chances, but it is not as direct and bloody as Moxiu's doing.

Xie Zhiwei was not worried that Yan Yu's testimony would be disturbed, he was more concerned about the lives of these young immortal cultivators.

To grab the opportunity of a powerful demon cultivator, isn't this kind of behavior tantamount to courting death?What's more, this demon cultivator is Yan Yu, a eccentric, bloodthirsty and brutal demon, isn't it more death than death?Rounding off the bones and ashes.

Xie Zhiwei told Xie Shi what he had discovered, and Xie Shi immediately said: "We must stop them!"

"Yeah." Xie Zhi nodded slightly, he actually thought the same way.

However, what Xie Shi wanted in his heart was to prevent this group of immortal cultivators from approaching and protect Yan Yu from completing his testimony, while what he wanted in his heart was to prevent these group of immortal cultivators from risking their lives to seek death and protect the vitality of the immortal sect.

The two hit it off immediately, and after a brief discussion, they began to lay traps around.

Xie Shi is good at constructing formations. Relying on the fate line he just comprehended, he weaves secret but inescapable illusions not far from Yan Yu, waiting for these greedy immortal cultivators to fall into the illusion.

Xie Zhiwei has profound spiritual power, and uses his own power to supply the eyes of the illusion formation, making them more realistic and realistic.Occasionally, someone who is lucky enough to crack the formation and escape from the illusion will be struck back by Xie Zhiwei in the next instant.

Although the cooperation between the two is not a tacit understanding, they have also built an unbreakable defense network.

Yan Yu's certification of Taoism lasted for three days and three nights. During this period, no one managed to get within ten miles of him, and no one was able to see the appearance of this monk who proved Taoism with his own eyes.

When he had almost calmed down the powerful force that had surged several times in his body, the storm between the sky and the earth stopped suddenly, the thick clouds above his head dispersed, and golden lights shone down along the gaps in the clouds, the darkness on the earth receded, and the light shone in all directions.

Yan Yu, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, felt warm all over his body, pressed all the pure spiritual power into his dantian, and slowly let out a mouthful of turbid air.

His eyelashes trembled, he opened his eyes, and what came into view was a clear, fair and fair youthful face.

The man's eyes were as bright as stars, and when he saw him open his eyes, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with joy.

"Brother Xiu Ling!" Xie Shi called happily.

As if infected by his emotions, a smile appeared on Yan Yu's face, and he responded softly, "Well, I'm here."

Xie Shi couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart anymore, he opened his arms and hugged the person in front of him tightly.

Yan Yu patted him on the back, motioned him to relax himself, and reminded: "There was a vision in the sky when I preached the Tao. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. We need to leave quickly."

"Okay." Xie Shi obeyed obediently.

He took a step back to make room for Yan Yu to get up, but he didn't move for a long time.

Xie Shi looked puzzled: "Brother Xiu Ling?"

Yan Yu put his hands on the ground, and after trying hard for a while, he said shyly, "Xiaoshi, that...my legs seem to be numb, please help me."

In fact, apart from the tingling in his legs, he was also mentally exhausted after crossing the catastrophe.

After saying this, he stretched out his hand forward.

Unexpectedly, what the palm touched was not Xie Shi's arm, but a broad and powerful back, and he could vaguely feel the tight muscles under the clothes, carrying the warmth of the boy's body.

Yan Yu felt strange, but Xie Shi turned his head and glanced at him, his smile became brighter in the sunlight, and he explained, "I want to recite Brother Xiu Ling."

Hearing this, Yan Yu raised his eyebrows, looked at the other person's slender back, and said, "Xiaoshi, you have to think about it, there is still a long way to go from the exit of the secret realm, and it will be very tiring."

"I want to recite my brother." Xie Shi's eyes were firm, "I want to recite it all the time."

His eyes were as clear as glass, from which Yan Yu could clearly see his own figure.

If Xie Shi in the past was a small warm stove, then Xie Shi now is like a hot little sun.

His gaze was too intense, caught off guard, Yan Yu felt as if his heart had been scalded.

Yan Yu's eyes flickered slightly, he reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, and pretended to be calm: "Ahem, Xiaozhi, you still have a long life, and from now on your back should be used to carry a bride, not..."

His words were interrupted, Xie Shi waited for too long, and didn't want Yan Yu to hesitate any longer, so he took advantage of his unpreparedness and forcibly picked him up.

"This is the fastest way to get on the road, brother Xiu Ling don't refuse anymore," Xie Shi said in a stubborn tone, "Besides, I don't want a bride. Whether it's now or in the future, I just want to carry brother Xiu Ling alone."

Yan Yu never defended against him, and now that he was being carried on his back, it took him a long time to react.

Hearing Xie Shi's childish words, he couldn't help laughing, and said with emotion: "When I was young, I loved to swear like you."

However, most of the vows are not fulfilled, or even forgotten.

Yan Yu didn't say the second half of the sentence, because he knew that once he said it, Xie Shi would be very angry.

He doesn't doubt Xie Shi's sincerity towards him, he believes that Xie Shi will always treat him well and treat him as his family, but let's forget about love affairs.

Especially the love of young people is like a gust of wind, it comes and goes quickly.

Xie Shi walked a few steps with Yan Yu on his back, and suddenly said, "Brother Xiu Ling is so light, not heavy at all."

Yan Yu patted the back of his jet-black head, and said with an annoyed smile, "How can you talk!"

Xie Shi immediately realized that it was not a compliment to say that an adult male devil has a light body.After all, Moxiu convinces people with strength, and the stronger he is, the more majestic he is.

He hurriedly changed his words: "I was wrong just now! Brother Xiu Ling is so heavy, not light at all, the weight is very heavy!"

"Is there enough weight?" Yan Yu raised the corner of his mouth lightly, his tone teasing, "You call this pork?"

Xie Shi kept his mouth shut, and was scolded obediently.

Xie Zhiwei on the side watched the whole process of their conversation, with a numb face, "..."

After the three of them walked a certain distance, Yan Yu caught a glimpse of a group of unconscious immortal monks lying around, and asked suspiciously, "Who are these?"

Xie Shi told him in detail what happened a few days ago, "They surrounded you when you preached the Dao, trying to make some tricks, but we were trapped in a hallucination and fainted."

Yan Yu stroked his chin and looked around at these people, his dark eyes seemed to be in deep thought.

Xie Zhiwei's brows twitched, worried that Yan Yu would kill these immortal cultivators, and his previous work would be in vain.

He only heard his voice faintly distinguish: "They didn't see your appearance, nor did they see the appearance of Xie Shi and me."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and continued to Yan Yu: "Keeping them alive won't do any harm. Instead, it can confuse the immortal monks who will investigate here later. If we kill them all, such an act would be too cruel , bystanders can tell at a glance that it is the demon cultivator proving the Dao and crossing the tribulation in this secret realm."

Yan Yu glanced at the white-clothed immortal cultivator with a half-smile.

For some reason, Xie Zhiwei was flustered by his light eyes.

Fortunately, Yan Yu didn't dwell on this issue.

The three of them walked straight through the comatose monks on the ground, and rushed towards the exit of the secret realm, chatting occasionally on the way.

Most of the time, Yan Yu and Xie Shi talked, and Xie Zhiwei followed behind and listened silently.

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