From the corner of his eye, Shen Yu saw Wen Yi's "concerned" look, and a coldness flashed across his eyes.
Sure enough, Wen Yi was very worried about her lover.
What Wen Yi is worried about is that Shen Yu wants revenge.
He slowly raised his right hand.
Wen Yi felt the vast sea-like coldness flying out from the center of the earth, straight into the sky, and the entire backyard was enveloped in a suffocating murderous aura amid the electric light and stone fire.
Cruel, cold, crazy.
Unspeakable murderous intent rushed from the soles of her feet to her brain, and crazy roars and murmurs rushed into her ears, shrieking and tearing at the nerves of the thermometer. Her heartbeat accelerated, her scalp felt numb, and her brain was almost bursting from the screams. !
"Hiss." She held her head with both hands, feeling an unbearable pain like needle pricks in her head. Her legs became weak and she sat down on the ground.
"Murderous, murderous." Someone reacted.
The Sword Sect disciples in the backyard were not as lucky as Wen Yi, and were chased by small swords made of murderous aura.
"Shen Yu, you are crazy." Wen Yi gritted her teeth and glared at the instigator. She glanced at the obsessed Ling Yujun and resisted the nausea as if eating flies, "You are not allowed to hurt Ling Yujun!"
A mocking sneer appeared at the corner of Shen Yu's lips. He held the black and red spiritual energy in his palm, "You won't let me touch him, but I will!"
A crazy storm of black and red murderous intent surged out from under his feet, charging towards Lord Ling Yu with a devastating force.
"Click - snap - ahhhhh -"
The storm brutally tore the pleasant backyard into pieces, breaking giant trees and smashing boulders. Wherever it passed, it swept the disciples on the road into the storm, and the murderous storm rushed away with its fangs and claws.
Wen Yi held the door with both hands to prevent it from being blown away by the storm, but her hair had already been blown into a mess and her clothes were flying.
Qing, who was concentrating on helping Ling Yujun regain his consciousness, quickly broke out of the barrier and roared: "Purify!"
A green light erupted from his palm.
The aura containing the talisman was like the rising sun shining on the murderous storm and Lord Ling Yu.
After all, murderous aura is not a ghost. The pure power of purification is of little use. Qinglian also knows this. After he used the light of purification, he recited the ancient mantra in a deep voice, "Defense!"
"Rumble--"
The earth trembled and cracked. Earthen walls more than ten feet high rose up from the ground to form a square siege, surrounding Qinglian and Lingyujun. The green light on the wall shone with a strong spiritual light. Prevent the storm from coming again.
Wind is pervasive, and the best way to deal with it is to defend yourself.
After Qing Lian summoned him out of the earthen city, his palm fell on Ling Yujun's head, his white beard flew in the wind, and his hands formed seals.
"Woo!"
A series of whines sounded, and formations surged under Qinglian's feet to suppress the inner demons, "Calming Heart Spell!"
Ling Yujun, who was tortured by his inner demons and almost lost his mind, felt that a beam of light piercing the darkness suddenly appeared in the hazy world.
His mind was much clearer, and his irritable mood was gradually calmed down. The chaotic spiritual energy that was rushing through his body, tearing his blood vessels and muscles, gradually calmed down under the power of the meditation spell, and smoothly traveled through his limbs and bones.
The demonic aura on Lord Lingyu gradually faded away, and Qinglian breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately nothing happened.
The next moment, he saw the backlash of the demonic energy that had finally calmed down. The surging demonic energy was ten or a hundred times stronger than before.
Before Qinglian could realize what was going on, he saw that in addition to the demonic energy coming out of Lord Lingyu, there was also a crazy and violent murderous aura!
His mind buzzed and his mind went blank.
The murderous storm was clearly blocked by me. What was going on?
Ling Yujun, who was already suffering, was even worse.
"Qinglian, are you confused? This place is the Immortal Relic of the Prince of Evil. You can block the outside by piling up mud, but can you block the inside?" After the storm disappeared, Wen Yi pulled her messy hair and asked, "Ling Yujun died?"
Qinglian's throat was on fire.
Mud? Is this mud? Is there such high mud?!
People like Ling Yujun are polite to everyone on the surface, but in fact they look down on everyone and think very highly of themselves.
Seeing that there was no concern but gloating on her face, Shen Yu understood that he had been tricked by Wen Yi.
"Thank you, Prince, for venting my anger." Wen Yi gave a thumbs up, "Shen Yu, you are a good person. A good person will have a safe life."
Shen Yu's face suddenly darkened as he reached out to avoid hitting the smiling man, and he returned to the fragments of the fairy sword with an expressionless expression.
"Seventh Elder, please go and ask for the Fifth Elder. I can't hold it anymore." Qinglian gritted his teeth to remove the murderous aura from Lord Lingyu, but the demonic aura was too weird and could not be removed. He had to ask for help from outside. "A little later." Jiang Huaiyu is dead."
The monk looked at the scenery on the surface, but in fact it was full of dangers.
If you are not careful, you will go crazy, and the disciples who become possessed will be executed by their companions, friends, masters, and even parents.
Ling Yujun's spiritual energy went retrograde, and purple patterns like blood vessels burst out from under his skin, covering half of his face. Cold sweat was pouring from his forehead. If patterns covered his whole body, it meant he was possessed. Qinglian had to kill him whether he wanted to or not. .
"You can go, please beg me." Wen Yi was very vindictive.
During the joint trial, Qinglian convicted himself indiscriminately, while Wen Yi was not so generous and responded to his requests.
Qing Lian felt angry in his heart, and the anger burned from his heart to his face. He blew his beard and glared: "Wen Yi!"
Can a great person in the out-of-body realm ask for a junior in the foundation-building realm?
What a shame!
"Hey, here you are." Wen Yi said in a relaxed tone.
She knew very well that Qinglian just wanted to get rid of Ling Yujun's demonic energy as soon as possible.
With Qinglian's cultivation in the out-of-body realm, he can control demonic energy for at least an hour even without the use of magic weapons.
She can afford it anyway.
I don’t know whether Ling Yujun needs a thermometer or not.
If he dies, the three-year agreement will be gone.
Wen Yi was not in a hurry at all.
Hearing Wen Yi's relaxed and cheerful voice, Qinglian suspected that he had heard wrongly.
Doesn't she like Ling Yujun?
Shouldn't we cry all out to find Xie Qian and ask him to save people?
Qinglian can't understand Wen Yi.
Hum, a woman's heart, a needle in the sea.
If Lord Lingyu died here, he would not be able to escape punishment. Qinglian took out the soul-suppressing bead and placed it on Lord Lingyu's head. This bead can absorb the demonic energy in the body. It is the magic weapon he prepared for himself to prevent himself from catastrophe. Obsessed.
After using this bead, it will take ten years to recover.
Soon, all the demonic energy in Mr. Lingyu's body was absorbed by the soul-suppressing beads. Qinglian tore off the earthen wall, and the heart hanging in his throat had not yet returned to his stomach.
The next moment, Ling Yujun burst out with a new round of demonic energy, which was even worse than before!
"Damn it." Qinglian now believed what Wen Yi said, and the disciples of Piaomiao Huanfu were killed by the demon cultivator without any sound.
"Seventh Elder..." Qinglian took a deep breath, lowered his face, rubbed his molars and said, "Please!"