After Being Betrayed, The Immortal Master Ran Away With The Demon Venerable

Yi Ning was stunned for a while, and before he had time to explain, he saw Yan Xuan turn his head.

There was a crisp "click", the sound of bones shattering.

The entire arena reverberated with the screams of the cursed evil, which gradually turned into an indistinct murmur filled with blood in the throat.

Yan Xuan smashed his neck bone.

If it wasn't for the spell to save his life, the cursed evil's head would have fallen off, but now it is just hanging limply around his neck.

Real life is better than death.

This is the fate of those who provoke Yan Xuan and provoke Yan Xuan.

Not to mention Fu Zhuo, even Yi Ning felt that such Yan Xuan was terrifying.

After a long while, Yan Xuan raised his head and looked at Fu Zhuo.

"Yan Xuan, do you want Qin Yin to die?" Fu Zhuo's face was pale, and his hand was tightly clasping Yi Ning's arm.

Hearing him mention Qin Yin, Yan Xuan squinted slightly, wiped the blood on the knife with his fingertips, and said softly, "Do you think I'm as stupid as you?"

Hearing this, Fu Yan sneered and said, "What do you mean, don't you want to say that Qin Yin is fake?"

Yan Xuan stood there, his eyes fixed on Fu Zhuo, without saying a word.

"You're true enough, but it's your fault that you shouldn't threaten me with her."

Seeing the resurrected Qin Yin that day, Yan Xuan never believed that she was real.

Twelve years ago, his mother stood on the mass grave and chose a cemetery for herself because she went out to buy medicine for him.

At that time she said: "Xuan'er, mother can't hold it anymore, you give mother a treat, okay?"

Demons have a very strong self-healing ability, unless they are killed by immortal cultivators or people who are also demons. Qin Yin tried countless suicide methods, but failed to die.

The day before that day, Qin Yin was defiled by the housekeeper in the firewood room, which became the last straw that broke her down.

Yan Xuan hugged her, weeping silently, and there was no sound in her throat.

"Xuan'er, escape, escape, this world is very big, escape and live well."

"Xuan'er, death is a very good thing for mother, a very luxurious thing, don't be afraid. Mother should have killed you when you were born, so that you won't suffer like me."

"If there is an afterlife, don't recognize me as a mother again."

After a stick of incense, Yan Xuan silently red-eyed and buried the last handful of soil.

He lay quietly beside Qin Yin's grave, and began to expect his mother to turn into a ghost and take him away too.

However, his mother didn't come, but the Yan family found him.

The Yan family only took a look at Qin Yin's grave, then grabbed Yan Xuan and left.

A demon slave, die if you die, Yan Xuan, this half-demon, can't be lost, and they have to rely on Yan Xuan's blood to become the most famous family with the highest talent.

Before Yan Xuan was taken away, he looked back at Qin Yin's grave, but thought, if he died, who would build a grave for him.

"You knew from the beginning that it wasn't the real Qin Yin?" Fu Zhuo narrowed his eyes, saw Yan Xuan's calm expression, and smiled lowly, "Yes, why did I forget, you are a father-killer just like me. Mother's lunatic."

Yan Xuan didn't answer him, but said lightly, "Give him to me, and I can keep your whole body."

These words fell into Fu Zhuo's ears, he sneered, dragged Yi Ning behind him suddenly, and said coldly: "Hanging and vertical is death, even if I die, I will die on him."

nausea!

Yi Ning raised his sword, and just as he was about to use his spiritual power, he was suppressed by the curse poison, and his eyes turned black.

"Looking for death." Yan Xuan didn't say a word, rushed over with a knife, but heard Fu Zhuo's loud voice: "Go further, I'll gouge out his eye, Yan Xuan, you can try."

It was really insidious, Yi Ning couldn't see the slightest bit of humanity from Fu Zhuo's bloodline.

He had to be killed, not only for the sake of the people, but also for the head to remove this stain.

"That's right," Fu Yan saw Yan Xuan's gloomy face and stopped, feeling a little relieved, and said, "If not, how can you be patient enough to have a good chat with me."

He pretended to sigh and said in a hurry: "You said I shouldn't threaten you with Qin Yin, although Qin Yin's shell is fake, but what is inside is indeed your mother's soul, three Soul Seven Souls, I’m so sorry, I managed to find two souls, a human soul, and a living soul.”

Yan Xuan's pupils shrank instantly, and her voice was as cold as Shen Bing in winter: "What did you say?"

Among the three souls and seven souls, the three souls are the human soul, the living soul, and the dead soul.

In the human soul there are all the emotions, in the living soul all the memories before death, and in the dead soul, the pain before death and the memory after death.

Without a dead soul, she would not know why she died, who killed her, what pain she suffered, or even that she was dead.

No wonder, no wonder... She obviously doesn't remember anything and is full of loopholes, yet it still makes Yan Xuan feel familiar, and Yan Xuan suddenly reacts to everything.

It turned out that in that false body was the real soul of Qin Yin.

Fu Zhuo noticed his absence, and curled up his hand hidden in his sleeve, and drew a spell.

The next moment, behind Yan Xuan, a magic fog rose up.

Qin Yin's figure appeared in the magic fog of Fu Zhuo.

"Kill him." Fu Zhuo raised his lips and said softly.

When Yi Ning heard his words, he realized what happened in just a moment, and shouted to Yan Xuan, "Yan Xuan, behind you!"

But they were too close, and the short knife in Qin Yin's hand penetrated Yan Xuan's heart.

Just as Yan Xuan killed Qin Yin at the mass grave twelve years ago, Qin Yin was controlled by Fu Zhuo and stabbed the knife into Yan Xuan's heart.

Yan Xuan stared blankly at the tip of the knife on his chest, a look of ignorance flashed across his eyes, as if he didn't understand what he had done wrong.

With those eyes, it was as if the knife had plunged into Yi Ning's heart, and it hurt terribly.

He clearly did nothing wrong, why should everyone treat him like this.

"Mother..." He said in a low voice, but the short knife behind him suddenly pulled away, Yan Xuan could barely stand still, and blood poured out of his mouth.

Before Qin Yin regained his senses, he was controlled by Fu Zhuo, and his eyes turned into golden vertical pupils.

"Well done, give me his blood." Fu Zhuo smiled and waved to Qin Yin.

His purpose turned out to be Yan Xuan's blood!

Yi Ning grabbed his collar and said angrily, "What do you want to do?"

Fu Zhuo was held tightly by him, and he was still in a mood to laugh. He gently stroked Yi Ning's head with his palm and said, "Shangxian wants to know? Then I will tell you. Change your life, and change it to me together with the contract you made."

After he finished speaking, he chuckled and said, "Aren't you very moved? Shangxian, I'm all for you." After a pause, he whispered to Yi Ning's ear, and said slowly, "It's all because of you, Is it painful for Yan Xuan to become like this?"

Yi Ning took a deep breath, and suddenly a sword pierced through his body, and his eyes were instantly dark, and his mind was in a trance with severe pain.

"Dare to use spiritual power. As I said, using spiritual power will shorten your lifespan. Take a look at your wrist. The shorter the black line, the closer to death." Fu Zhuo wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth and showed a crazy smile. Yi said: "Either watch him die, or die with me, how, which one will the immortal choose?"

He lowered his head, and there was indeed a black line on his wrist. After he used his spiritual power just now, the half-arm-length black line was reduced by half. For a long while, Yi Ning looked at him indifferently and spit out two words.

"Martyrdom?"

He closed his eyes and pulled the corners of his mouth.

"You know, there's something I've wanted to do for a long time." Yi Ning pulled out his sword, and reached out to fill the sword with all his spiritual power. The monstrous killing intent swept up the dust around him.

"You're crazy too!" Fu Yan wanted to stop Yi Ning from condensing his spiritual power, but as soon as he approached, he was cut off by the real killing intent.

He took a half step back in astonishment, not daring to come closer. With such a majestic killing intent, only half a move can kill him.

The organs are exhausted, but Yi Ning is not afraid of death, but he is determined to kill him.

Yi Ning closed his eyes, everything in the world was extremely clear.

The blood flowing from Yan Xuan's heart, Yan Xuan's cold fingers, Yan Xuan's helpless eyes, and Yan Xuan's breath.

It hurts.

Yan Xuan is in pain.

He also hurts.

"Destroy."

He gently opened his lips and could sense Fu Zhuo's figure trying to escape, without opening his eyes, everything in the world was showing him where Fu Zhuo was going.

All his actions were in vain.

Because annihilation is - hatred.

I don't know how long it took, when Yi Ning opened his eyes again, there was no Fu Zhuo and no curse evil in front of him, only Qin Yin, who fainted after losing control, was held in his arms silently by Yan Xuan.

Yi Ning did not rush over, but rolled up his sleeves and looked at the black line.

There are only less than half a finger left, probably enough to live for twenty days.

He put down his sleeves, tightly covered the black line, and walked towards Yan Xuan.

Sensing the movement behind her, Yan Xuan still didn't turn her head, she just called to him in a hoarse voice, "Yi Ning."

"I'm here." Yi Ning leaned down and gently wrapped his arms around him, holding him tighter little by little.

"Why do I want to live." Yan Xuan lowered his head, his voice inaudible.

Yi Ning circled him closer, trying to pass his insignificant body temperature through the bleeding wound to give him a little warmth.

"Yan Xuan, stop the blood, you have to live." Like the last time in the cave in the fantasy world, he stubbornly refused to block the blood and wanted to die.

Yan Xuan didn't say a word, Yi Ning hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out his hand, held his face and kissed it.

"Live for me."

Yan Xuan finally had some reaction. He raised his eyes and looked at Yi Ning, as if he didn't know what to say.

Yi Ning put his arms around his neck, kissed his lips again, and repeated, "Yan Xuan, I want you to live for me."

He had missed the first nine years, and he will miss the days to come. He only has more than 20 days left, but he wants Yan Xuan to live, no longer bound by the past, and live well for him.

Yan Xuan reached out and hugged him without saying anything, holding him for a long time.

Two people snuggled together, in the blood on the ground, in the injustice of heaven, in the tragic fate, leaning together.

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