Our Lady of the Mother will die if she does not escape

Chu Woyun shouted hoarsely: "Get out!"

He struggled violently, but Long Xie almost couldn't catch him all at once, so he hugged him tightly and admitted his mistake in panic: "Master...Master, I was wrong, don't do this, wake up...Master, I didn't mean to lie to you, I never hurt you. You hit me and scolded me, you killed me!" He choked up and growled, "That's right, don't want me..."

Crying was actually effective, Chu Woyun calmed down a little, his hands were tightly grasping Long Xie's back, blood from his fingertips rubbed against it, Long Xie's clothes were already covered in dark red blood, now it was even more difficult to tell whose blood it was.

Long Xie whispered in his ear: "Master, I'm so scared..."

Chu Woyun calmly breathed a sigh of relief: Finally, this enemy has been surrendered.

Although it is indeed broken, the degree of distortion of his mind is not as good as the degree of collapse of the plot.The reason for pretending to be crazy is to frighten Long Xie so that irreversible and indescribable things will not happen again.

When Long Xie said that he was going to dig out his heart and show him, he had a hunch that Long Xie might really do it in the next second. His expression was like a lone wolf besieged by a pack of beasts, capable of anything.And when Long Xie was full of resentment and blamed him for being incomprehensible, he had a premonition that this scoundrel could do anything worse than a beast. (Self-experience)

All in all, in order to prevent his apprentice from spreading hysteria, he had no choice but to spread more severe hysteria first.The results proved that it really works.

Chu Woyun slowly closed his eyes, and just about to speak, he opened his eyes and saw densely packed people flying towards this side on the gray-purple sky.

That's too late!

"Get lost!" Chu Woyun tore his arm.

"No! Unless the master kills me, I will never..." Long Xie could hardly control the strength of the person in his arms, "Master, let's go back to Wu Sui Island, you hit me with a board, chop me with a knife Me, stab me with a sword, okay, let's go back, do whatever you want, okay..."

Chu Woyun jumped up and down anxiously.If you don't leave, you will spend many years cultivating monsters in Qianxu Cauldron, not to mention seeing me, you won't even see anyone who can breathe.Because I stayed in that desolate, depressing and terrifying place for a long time, and my mood was completely depressed, and love turned into hatred. After you came out, wouldn't it be even worse for me!Misty Grass makes sense!I'm almost convinced myself what to do!

Chu Woyun planned to seize the violent wave of power and try to stun him before hiding him, but a loud shout came from behind: "You dog thief! Let him go!"

Chu Woyun closed his eyes.It was too late.

Hopeless.

A roar brought Long Xie back to his senses, and he then looked around.All of a sudden, hundreds of faces appeared around, standing at a distance of dozens of steps, or hanging in the sky with their swords waiting to watch, monks and evil cultivators stopped fighting, and came in an endless stream, forming an inseparable crowd. Airy hemispherical space.Surrounding the three people inside, it also surrounded his vitality.

There are two ways of good and evil, dozens of sects, thousands of monks, only a white-haired demon is locking up a Taoist monk, and the monk is struggling violently.Everyone's swords were on the verge of breaking out, and their fighting spirit was aimed at the white-haired demon.

Everyone knows that only dragons from the Demon Realm are born with gray hair.

The first attack came from the roaring person, two sword beams between heaven and earth came with destructive force.Long Xie dodged in a hurry, but Chu Woyun seized the opportunity, bent down to try his skills, escaped from his confinement, and was captured by a pair of powerful arms in a blink of an eye.Long Xie let out a scream in his chest, terrified and unwilling.

Someone shouted: "Ah! That man is Sheng Xuzi!"

"Master Chu!" People from the Xiaoyao Sect also arrived.

Chu Woyun said indignantly: "Brother Priest, you came too fast."

"It's too early or too late." Mu Lichen glanced at him and said, "I saw the movement here from afar, why...you just laughed so weirdly."

Chu Woyun stood firmly on the ground, and staggered again: "Did I just laugh like a jerk?"

ε(ο｀*))) Alas!The stereotype of the villain can't escape!

"Hmm..." Mu Lichen was a little uncomfortable, and put down Chu Woyun, "Who is that person? What happened?"

"...you know him." Chu Woyun suddenly said, "Be careful!"

Long Xie ferociously released the devil's breath and hit Mu Lichen. Mu Lichen's reflexes were not bad. He raised his sword to resist, but he couldn't bear it. He bounced back like a bullet, and his back hit a row of dead trees heavily. The tree was broken in the middle.

"Don't... touch my people." Flying sand and rocks, smoke and dust all over the sky, after the disperse, the surrounding audience saw the white-haired dragon clan's anger rising, the double pupil appeared again, and gasped in surprise and horror .

The sound of gasping didn't stop, Mu Lichen came back with blood on the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to wipe off the blood, his eyes were sharp and cold, and he was handsome.Chu Woyun gave a thumbs up, no loss that he is a boss who can fight with the protagonist in the early stage.

When Mu Lichen saw who that person was, his eyes widened: "It's you!? A beast!"

Chu Woyun had never seen Mu Lichen so angry before, he roared: "Xiaoxiao Mozu, I knew you were uneasy and kind, say it! You have stayed in Xiaoyaozong for the past two years, what are you so worried about?!"

Before Long Xie could speak, a certain elder of the Qingxu Sect shouted anxiously: "He is from the Dragon Clan! He is the one holding the Qianxu Cauldron!"

"Hand over the Qianxu cauldron, we have morals in mind, and leave your whole body!"

"He also killed Lord Beichen!"

"What! The head master is dead?" A certain young man of the Qingxu Sect was mournful.Hugging his head, "I'll kill you—" he swung his long sword and rushed out.Long Xie stared straight at Chu Woyun with his eyes and four pupils, without even looking at the young man, he only raised his hand lightly, and a thick black devil energy gathered in the palm of his hand.

"Ah Xie don't want it!" Chu Woyun yelled.But Long Xie was not obedient, he let go of the attack as soon as he said it, and a streak of scarlet plasma splashed into the sky.

Everyone held their breath at the same time, and after seeing clearly, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man in yellow was dragged out by the collar of Mu Lichen, but because Mu Lichen didn't dodge in time, his arm suffered from the aftermath of the blow, his arm was dripping with blood, and he could hardly hold a sword.

"Brother Priest! How are you?" Chu Woyun eagerly wanted to know about his injury, so he ran a few steps forward, blocked by a black shadow in front of him.

Long Xie did not know when he transformed into a wild black cloak with silver borders, and it fit him better. His shoulders were broad, his legs were slender, and his waist was tight, like a Shura God who came out of hell. Deep and deep, the four pupils inside are mysterious and treacherous. No matter men, women, young or old, immortals or devils, all will marvel at this perfect body.

Seeing that the momentum was not good, Mu Lichen was about to return to help, but Chu Woyun said: "Brother Priest, don't come over!"

Mu Lichen held the sword in his only hand until his bones were about to burst: "What does he want to do?!"

"Don't come here!" Chu Woyun repeated sharply.

He remembered that in this absurd melee, Mu Lichen broke one of his hands, and the prestige of the two swords of Xiaoyao ceased to exist from then on.

He didn't expect that it was "broken" in this way, just to save a passer-by whom he didn't know.Fortunately, it seems that the hand can still move now, which is much better than Qi Gen's cut off in the original book.

Afterwards, the original author of "Long Ao Ta Xian" did not describe Mu Lichen's psychological state after breaking his hand.Later, this character gradually faded out of the novel, because with the progress of the plot, masters against the sky emerged one after another, and the force value of his Xiaoyaozong ceiling was not enough to see, and writing it would not cause any repercussions.

The end of the hero, that's about it.Chu Woyun couldn't change Long Xie's fate, so no matter what he said, he couldn't make his little priest brother follow the outline!

"Listen to me, go back." After finishing speaking, Chu Woyun's expression moved again, and his lips moved quickly for a moment, as if he was speaking in secret.

At a relatively short distance, if the two agree on a code word, they can transmit the sound directly without being discovered by others.This is an original little spell created by Sheng Yangzi, the former head of Xiaoyao Sect, and it was only taught to three personal disciples.

After receiving the message, Mu Lichen frowned, showing resignation, but retreated into the crowd as promised.

In the center of the open space, there were only two people left.

Long Xie walked in slowly, and his footsteps changed. At the age of twelve or thirteen, his steps were calm and brisk, but now, they were slow but extremely heavy, as if he had stepped out of Shura Hell.It's really a bit like the supreme being of the demon world looking down on all living beings.

The distance keeps getting closer.

Surrounded by a strong sense of oppression, Chu Woyun backed away, unsteady on his feet, and suddenly hit something long and hard on the back of his hand.

He lowered his head and saw that it was the Canglan Sword.

When Long Xie was desperate to save him, when he was severely beaten, he flew out and stuck the Canglan sword on the ground.

Sighing helplessly, he shook his backhand, drew out the sword, and pointed it forward.

He actually knew that Long Xie was the master of the Canglan Sword, as long as he summoned it a little, the Canglan Sword would generate resistance.

But Long Xie didn't, and just looked at himself silently.Regardless of the strange eyes and shouts around him, he stretched out his hand cautiously, trembling slightly, trying to grab something that didn't exist.

The spiritual power merged into the blade, and a dazzling white sword was emitted.

Chu Woyun's face was ashes, with bloodstains all over his face, and his tone was piercingly cold——

"Hand over the Qianxu cauldron."

Long Xie shook his head ignorantly, Chu Woyun thought that he should be angry and violent now, but unexpectedly, he still had that cowardly attitude begging for forgiveness.

"It's not me, Master, you believe me...uh..."

Moving his eyes down, he looked at the sword in his chest in disbelief.

That sword is not a high-level spirit sword, and it will not cause serious damage to him at all.He took great pains to name the sword, like a cherished promise to use the sword to protect those he cares about.But that person wanted to use this sword to kill himself.

It was as if the color of the world had turned pale, everything had perished, a vast expanse of whiteness, no demonic energy, no monsters, no monks, only two lonely people staring at each other.One is miserable and the other is indifferent.

There was no light in the sun and moon, only the magic breath and a wisp of faint blue smoke remained.

Someone excitedly raised their arms and shouted: "Take down the evil dragon clan!"

Qi Qi echoed with righteous indignation: "Take down the Dragon Clan! Show me my immortal power! Take down the Dragon Clan! Show me my Xianwei!"

Under the excitement of the crowd, the emotions of revenge were like a prairie fire, and several voices were mixed in the middle of the waves: "Master!"

It was Jin Ci and Diao Junjie.

Chu Woyun shouted loudly, and his voice was blessed with spiritual power: "Don't come here!"

He shouted everyone away, and Long Xie seemed to see a glimmer of life again: "You believe me..."

Chu Woyun used a volume that could only be heard by two people, and said without sadness or joy: "When did you have such a dirty idea."

Long Xie froze in panic.

"It was the day I meddled in my own business and carried you into the ice-drinking room; or was it the day when you were allowed to enter the room at will, regardless of your superiority or inferiority, and act willfully..." Every time he said a word, his heart felt like it was being pulled hard. After a while, he gritted his teeth and raised his sword, advancing instead of retreating, "It was a year ago, you were planning to wait for me to change clothes under the guise of my birthday..."

Long Xie's lips were trembling: "Master, I..."

"I really don't know how to guess." Chu Woyun showed a look of disgust: "I don't know people's hearts, you... make me sick!"

"division……"

The sword edge slashed down mercilessly, without any hesitation.He tore apart Long Xie's sleeve, which was so long that it was dragging on the ground, and a long cut ran through his right arm, and blood flowed out quickly.The Xuanyi was not dyed, and there was no shocking scarlet, but Chu Woyun felt that it was more painful than gouging out his own heart.

All actions seemed to be arranged, he was just a cold machine, and he would only follow the story in his memory, as if he did it completely by instinct.

When things came to an end, it didn't seem so difficult to actually do the part that was avoided at first.

Just, why didn't he fight back, why didn't he fight back?

That's right, I, Chu Woyun's apprentice, has a pure and kind nature, and has never experienced the heart-piercing pain and the loneliness of falling into the abyss forever.

He hasn't hated me yet.

The white light exploded, and Chu Woyun split open his Qiankun sleeve with a sword, and some talismans, magic tools and miscellaneous objects fell out of it, as well as a small bronze tripod the size of a basketball.

There were exclamations: "Qianxu Ding!"

"Sure enough, the thief is him!"

"Little thief who steals chickens and dogs, villains who deceive teachers and destroy ancestors, what else do you have to say?!"

Long Xie was struck by lightning!Standing there numbly, everything around him seemed to be moving away from him.

Why?Who put it in his Qiankun sleeve?