After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

Mo Xuanfang's voice in the sound transmission talisman was a little anxious: "Si Ying, I have already found out the man in black who broke into the magic circle and killed my palace lord before. I am afraid that it is a large-scale invasion by the dragon clan. The Ziyun sect is in trouble. I can't do it." Stand by and watch. You are injured and need to rest here until I come back."

Although Mo Xuanfang's cultivation was unrivaled and he was the most powerful person in the world, Wei Qing always felt that something was not right, and he would feel jittery and fidgety from time to time.

But in the magic circle, Wei Qing couldn't get out of the Xiaoyao Temple, so he had no choice but to wait.

The sun rose and the moon set, Mo Xuanfang had been gone for six or seven days in a blink of an eye, but there was no news, and no one came back.

Wei Qing went to the gazebo where we parted last time every day, and his neck was sore from waiting.

Fortunately, there were still some elixirs in the Qiankun bag. He meditated and healed his wounds by himself, and the wounds healed quickly, but the longing for Mo Xuanfang in his heart was increasing day by day.

I remember that they haven't been separated for a long time, and what happened in the Yourot Cave seems to have passed for a long time, and the days alone are endless.

Gradually, Wei Qing stopped counting the days, sometimes sitting in the gazebo, he felt like he had become a sculpture.

It turns out that missing someone can be heart-scratching, and it can also lose the taste of immortality.

Just waiting numbly for the passage of time, one day suddenly, he received another voice transmission from Mo Xuanfang.

"Si Ying, retreat quickly, the Dragon Clan has already entered the Purple Cloud Sect, I'm injured, it's too late to go back and save you."

Wei Qing's heart couldn't stop beating like a knife.

No wonder I was terrified every day, it really was Mo Xuanfang who was injured, with his cultivation base, what kind of terrifying enemy would he be if he could be injured.

He walks up and down the yard.

No, he can't retreat before the battle, he wants to escape from Xiaoyao Palace while the dragon clan is rushing in, and go find Mo Xuanfang.

Thinking of this, there was a faint cry of killing outside the hall, Wei Qing's face darkened, he took out a sword from his Qiankun bag and rushed towards the main hall.

Just after passing the threshold of the main hall, the gate at the entrance of the courtyard was broken, and the dragon clan poured in like a tide.

Some people walk in mid-air, and some ride on the back of a dragon. They are numerous and powerful, and they are menacing.

Wei Qing would be lying if he said he wasn't afraid. It was the first time in his life that he experienced such a big battle, and he was single-handedly. At first, he thought about hiding when he could when someone came, and then trying to find a way to get out.

But each of these dragons hated Ziyunzong, and they all rushed to Wei Qing when they saw Wei Qing.

Wei Qing knew that if he didn't kill him at this time, no matter how hard he had the chance to leave the palace gate, he would not be able to find Mo Xuanfang if he didn't leave the Xiaoyao Palace. Thinking of Mo Xuanfang's life and death, he immediately developed countless courage and rushed in with his sword. There was a burst of people hacking.

But soon, he was surrounded by dragons, and layers of encirclement trapped him in the center.

He no longer felt fear, he was covered in blood, and he didn't know how many people he had killed, but the enemy seemed to be endless. door.

Several times of hand-to-hand combat, Wei Qing was almost killed.

At this moment, a person flew in from outside the gate.

He was wearing a large black robe with a hood, and a black cloth covering his face, so he couldn't see his figure, let alone his face.

"Stop..." The man in black waved his hands at the dragons, his hoarse voice was surprisingly old, "Leave this kid to me, and you all stand down."

Wei Qing's hand holding the sword trembled. Could this man in black be the one Mo Xuanfang was looking for?

This person killed several palace masters of the Purple Cloud Sect, and all of them were silent, so there is no doubt that his cultivation crushed him.

As expected, the Dragon Clan surrounding Wei Qing obeyed the order and immediately dispersed. The yard was empty, leaving only Wei Qing to confront the man in black.

Wei Qing gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and the back of his hand burst out with blue veins due to too much force. At this time, he couldn't say whether he was afraid or not, anyway, the worst thing would be death.

He closed his eyes, secretly accumulating energy, the energy of spirit and demon circulated in his body, and the golden dragon heaved and breathed, waiting for the fatal blow.

Wei Qing held a sword flower in front of his chest, and said loudly: "Old man, hurry up and kill you, I have to go down the mountain to find someone."

The man in black stood there calmly, not intending to make a move.

"Little Taoist friend, I think it is not easy for you to practice at a young age. I will let you go this time. You'd better stay in this temple. Don't go out, let alone go down the mountain. The person you are looking for is already dead. You Going out is useless."

"What did you say?"

The sword in Wei Qing's hand almost fell to the ground. He rushed to the man in black and pointed his sword at his chest, "Who are you saying is dead? Is it Mo Xuanfang!"

"It's him, Sect Master Ziyun has been killed by me."

The man in black still stood where he was, without moving at all, his exposed eyes looked at Wei Qing like a prey in a trap, his voice was cold and heartless.

what--

Wei Qing opened his mouth in vain, but no sound could be heard in his ears. His sky had collapsed and the world had been destroyed.

"I'm going to kill you old bastard! Fuck me!"

The cold light wrapped in spirit and demon spirit, carrying all Wei Qing's anger and resentment, and bringing him pain like being in hell, pierced fiercely into the chest of the man in black.

The air on the opposite side swayed like water ripples, and the figure of the man in black twisted and disappeared in the water ripples...

In the void, Mo Xuanfang's face appeared.

"Xuan... Xuanfang?"

Wei Qing's eyes were filled with tears, and he tremblingly touched Mo Xuanfang's cheek in disbelief.

Mo Xuanfang slowly raised the corners of his mouth and returned a doting smile, like many days and nights in the past, he looked at Wei Qing with gentle eyes.

"Si...ying...it's me..."

"what happened to you?"

Wei Qing noticed Mo Xuanfang's weak and tired voice, and his increasingly pale face.

Blood flowed from Mo Xuanfang's chest, dyed the white robe into a picture, and then collapsed at the most beautiful moment of the picture.

"Is it me? No... no..."

Wei Qing shook his head frantically, and took two steps back. He looked at his hands, which were stretched innocently, without blood, let alone a sword.

"It's not me... I didn't kill you, I didn't kill you!"

Wei Qing hugged his head and knelt on the ground, hoarse.

Soul sealing array of seven emotions, if you want to seal it, you should seal my soul!

"So? Do you want to avenge him?"

A familiar voice came from the top of his head, Wei Qing raised his head, and saw that it was Zhou You, the master of Xiaoyao Palace, Zhou You, the guard of the Seven Emotions Soul Sealing Formation.

He was holding the Seven Treasure Flower Pestle in his hand, the body of the pestle was black, with strange patterns carved all over it, leaning against his shoulder, it seemed to weigh a hundred catties.

Wei Qing stood up slowly, his eyes were ashen.The Ziyun sect, the fellow martial uncle, ceased to exist the moment he killed Mo Xuanfang.

"So? What do you want me to do?" He replied mechanically, blankly.

"Take it..." Zhou You handed the Hua Guan Chuan to Wei Qing, "Kill me and pay for the suzerain's life."

Wei Qing was stunned for a moment, and stretched out his hand to hold the Huaguan pestle. Dark red flow patterns appeared on the jet-black pestle immediately, like a ignited magic wand.

"Kill him and pay for the suzerain's life." Dark red streamlines reflected in his eyes, like sparks starting a prairie fire, igniting the demonic nature deep in his heart.

"Kill him, kill him..."

Wei Qing held the pestle tightly, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

The space shattered, and the front end of the Seven Treasure Flower Pestle exploded into a dark red cloud, carrying a thunderous blow with devastating power.

Even Da Luo Jinxian couldn't resist this blow.Because in this Heavenly Immortal Formation, in this Seven Emotions Sealing Soul Formation, the Seven Treasures Flower Pestle——

It's heaven...

"metropolitan!"

Zhou You screamed heart-piercingly, took two steps back in a daze, and fell to the ground.

In the fiery red flowing clouds all over the sky, where Wei Qing should have fallen, Mo Xuanfang's soul blossomed into a golden phantom, like a huge golden fortress guarding his beloved people, blocking the fatal blow from the Seven Treasure Flower Pestle.

The cloud dispersed, and Mo Xuanfang staggered.

His face was pale, and his lips lost their color. He quickly closed his eyes, exercised his energy and adjusted his breath, and finally stabilized his figure.

Under his feet, curled up Wei Qing who has not yet woken up. The three emotions of thinking, fear, and anger have tortured him to the point of madness, and he does not know when he will wake up.

Fortunately, the danger was over, Mo Xuanfang put the Seven Treasure Flower Pestle in his bag, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of blood, which fell on the bluestone and bloomed.

He carefully wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said to Zhou You, who was sitting not far away in a daze, "You go."

Zhou You sat blankly, as if he didn't hear, and let the remaining energy waves blow his silver hair, which drew silver marks on his pale and handsome face.

After a long time, the energy of the Huaguanchu finally disappeared, and he slowly stood up in the idiotic sitting.

The Xiaoyao Palace returned to its former tranquility. In the afterglow of the setting sun, Zhou You walked towards Mo Xuanfang.

"Sovereign, Zhou You has lost."

Zhou You bowed deeply, and with both hands forward, handed Mo Xuanfang a dark token.

Mo Xuanfang's eyes trembled visibly, he turned his hands away and did not pick up the token.

"This is the Token of the Lord of the Fourth Hall of the Upper Twelfth Hall of the Nine Heavens of the Ziyun Sect, Zhou You, don't you want it?"

"Zhou You has participated in countless battles of the Ziyun Sect, big and small. But now his faith has collapsed, and he is not worthy to be the master of the Xiaoyao Palace. Please ask the suzerain to take back the token." Zhou You refused to raise his head, and still maintained his bowing posture .

The corners of Mo Xuanfang's tightly pursed lips trembled slightly: "Zhou You, this deity is no longer the Sect Master of Ziyun, and no one can be the Sect Master of Ziyun forever. You have always been stable in Daoism, and you will have a smooth path in the future. You shouldn't be so willful and not happy. Take back the token."

"But the suzerain didn't even want his life for the sake of a demon dragon. Zhou You, the palace master, doesn't matter."

After Zhou You finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head, and the token in his hand had turned into countless charms, sweeping like a mysterious wind, wrapping Mo Xuanfang in it.

"Taiyi Casts the Heavenly Curse!"

Zhou You pinched two fingers and pointed one finger in the sky, and all the charms suddenly lit up like lightning. The biggest killing move in the life of the master of Xiaoyao Palace, thunderbolts were shot out to surround and strangle Mo Xuanfang.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Xuanfang was already in a deep prison, and he was about to lose his soul in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, a slender strand of whisk shot out from the talisman encirclement, lightly hitting Zhou You's chest, like shaking the sea and knocking on a mountain.

One move to kill...