Chapter 87: .Guardians 16

The towering Qi Tiantai was full of densely packed people, surrounded by a circle of demons in dark robes, and trapped by Tuantuan were all Tiangan disciples. +++ Girls must go to the website www.ck101.tw
A person is tied to the column in the center of Qi Tiantai used to detect the attributes of spiritual roots. The hanging iron chain penetrates his hands and feet, and his powerful cultivation is suppressed by the injected magical aura, even the blood stains on the wound. The speed of healing was also delayed, and it condensed into a dry dark red in the biting wind.
The Tiangan disciples who were clamped by the round table stared at the cruel Moxiu in front of them with red eyes. They tried their best to fight with the Moxiu, but they were still suppressed and turned into fish on the chopping board.
What's even more chilling is that after the surrounding cultivation sects learned that all the demonic cultivators had only succumbed to the Tiangan faction, they were so scared that they did not dare to come out to rescue. .
The isolated and helpless Tiangan faction suffered heavy casualties, and their eagerly anticipated new leader was also hung up in public after the unsuccessful attack on Moxiu, in order to follow suit.
As the head of the realm of cultivation, Tiangan faction has actually fallen to such an embarrassing situation. Is it true that Moxiu really wants to set off a storm and turn this world into a purgatory on earth?
Everyone dared not think again in despair.
The main seat of Qi Tiantai has always been the most noble position, but now it is occupied by Yuan Chen. He is wearing a dark red robe with beautiful gold thread, his high-beamed long hair reveals a cold and handsome face, and his brows are filled with undisguised expressions. Impatient and hostile.
He was the only person sitting in the entire Qi Tiantai, and the appalling magical cultivating aura almost enveloped the entire Tiangan faction, as if to stain this pure and pure mountain of cultivation into a dirty sea of ​​blood.
"Hey, it's noon, why isn't the orange orange here yet."
He muttered to himself in distress, and got up and walked down.
In the vast and quiet place, his unhurried footsteps resounded in everyone's heart like a desperate Rakshasa. The disciples of Tiangan faction could not restrain the fear in their hearts, so they moved closer together, some The junior disciple who was just getting started started crying tremblingly.
The corpses of a lot of Tiangan disciples have been displayed on the ground, and there are still unsatisfied panic and resentment on their stiff faces, and the clothes that have been soaked in blood for too long emit an unpleasant smell.
This was specially ordered by Yuan Chen not to be destroyed, in order to shock the remaining Tiangan school disciples.
Yuan Chen, who walked to the front of the column, stood with his hands behind, admiring Li Zhen's tragic situation, sighing happily.
"It doesn't matter if you don't come, I think you've been displeased for a long time, so let's kill them all this time."
The determination without any emotion seemed to stimulate Li Zhen, his fingers moved suddenly, and then raised his head with difficulty, only a pair of eyes were still bright on his bloodstained face.
He stared at Yuan Chen with hatred, and shouted sorrowfully with all his strength.
"Iron Bull! They are all your fellows, how can you be so cruel!"
Yuan Chen's eyes were cold, his smile couldn't penetrate into the half-minute temperature.
"First, I am not an iron cow, don't call me that."
"Secondly, they are not my fellows, they are just a group of hypocrites who are bullying and fearful of hard work. They are hypocritical."
His gaze moved away from Li Zhen, who had a pale face, and fell on the figure approaching the summit behind him. His tone suddenly became extremely gentle, as if he was whispering the sweetest love words.
"Third, I'm cruel, but my heart is not as cruel as a master."
Li Zhen subconsciously followed his gaze and looked over there. After seeing Jiang Fu and Han Yu appearing, his pupils suddenly shrank, and shouted with all his strength to let them run away.
Yuan Chen, who was walking by with joy, raised his hand unhappily, and the iron chain wrapped around Li Zhen was deeply squeezed into his skin and bones, leaving him with pain and cold sweat, and he didn't have the energy to say a word. .
Jiang Fu pushed Han Yu away from him, looking straight at Yuan Chen and said.
"I'm here, so you can let go of the Tiangan faction."
Yuan Chen stopped not far in front of him, stood still and looked at him for a while, then said with a smile.
"Hey, come here."
Jiang Fu walked towards him without saying a word, and docilely opened his arms to embrace him.
Yuan Chen embraced the lost warmth in his arms, and deeply smelled the familiar clear breath, the coolness on his face gradually melted into gentle tenderness.
He pressed Jiang Fu on the back of his neck and kissed him, concentrating on absorbing the sweet body fluid, without any scruples about everyone present.
Jiang Fu clutched his clothes tightly, as if trying to restrain his struggling movements, the tight dark blue blood vessels were particularly conspicuous on the white and greasy skin.
Yuan Chen slowly opened his eyes and looked down at his slightly frowned eyebrows and a look of embarrassment full of forbearance. The hand that clasped the back of his neck suddenly increased his strength, rubbing his beloved whole person into his arms.
The sudden intimacy was almost suffocating. Jiang Fu was out of breath when he was kissed. He heard Han Yu's violent yell in his ears. Then Yuan Chen's waist was hugged, and the two fell to Qi Tiantai lightly The heights.
Yuan Chen held Jiang Fu in his arms, tilted his head and smiled, his voice casual and cold.
"Han Li, kill everyone from the Tiangan faction. After a quarter of an hour, I want you to meet me with Han Yu's head."
As soon as the voice fell, the expressions of all the people present changed drastically, and the atmosphere suddenly became stagnant and tense.
Jiang Fu also suddenly raised his head and stared at him, clutching his arm.
"I'm back, you can't kill them."
"No."
Yuan Chen drew up a strand of Jiang Fu's long hair and wrapped it around his fingers to play with, his stern face showed a lot of interest and badness. He was like an awkward wayward child and said unhappily.
"They have lived with you for so long, I hate them."
It seemed that he had seen Jiang Fu's startled horror. He seemed to be talking about some funny secret, only the whispers that each other could hear were full of indifference.
"And this is just someone I made up, and it's not true. You care about what they do."
Jiang Fu, who was close at hand, looked at him motionlessly, his glazed eyes filled with the beautiful colors against the sunlight, as if hiding the brightest spring/light.
But his expression is getting lighter and lighter, like faded flowers falling into pale white.
Really reckless, arrogant artificial person.
He suddenly smiled, and the radiance of the world in an instant was not as thrilling as his smile.
Yuan Chen suffocated his breath, staring at him stunnedly, and couldn't help holding him tighter.
The anxiety just disappeared, Jiang Fu calmed down, even leaning over to kiss him on the lips with victory, and then rubbed his neck like a coquettish kitten, and said softly.
"Since it's just fake people, then you don't care about them. I don't like such a place, it smells bad."
The dimples on his cheeks were obvious, deep and soft, Yuan Chen lowered his head almost obsessively and licked the touching depressions, and after a while he reluctantly let go.
He hugged Jiang Fu and landed on the seat of Qitiantai. The black chair with carved vermilion lacquer accommodating two adult men looked a little cramped. Jiang Fu was held in his arms, only listening to the sound of his ear. He was originally located on Qitiantai. The huge screen leading to the main hall of the inner door was dragged to the front, blocking the sight of everyone under the stage.
The breath that fell by the ear was scorching hot.
"Orange, when will you make me happy, when will I let them go."
The cultivator and the demonic cultivator were blushing in the fight. The Tiangan sect disciples avenged their sorrow and hatred for their dead fellows, and tried their best to deal with this filthy existence for the peace of the world, and the demonic cultivator unconditionally obeyed Yuan Chen's order was that their natural desire for blood made them more excited.
Han Yu first rescued Li Zhen from the column, and fed him a few elixir before joining the battle after he recovered some.
He could see the huge screen standing high up, and he could even hear the words of Jiang Fu's commitment and humiliation, and he only wanted to kill him and save him.
But as soon as he reached the center, he was blocked by Han Li.
The two of them clenched the swords in their hands and looked into the depths of each other's eyes without saying a word.
After a long while, Han Yucai whispered hoarsely.
"You are thinner than four days ago."
In an instant, Han Li almost couldn't stand still, his eyes were rushing hot and his eyes were blurred, his heart seemed to have broken a big hole, and the gust of wind was so painful.
He wanted to rush over to hug Han Yu, and cried to him like he was aggrieved as before, and then waited for him to coax himself helplessly.
But his mind was ups and downs for a long time, he just lowered his eyes, forcibly suppressed the pain of the chest cavity, and said without emotion.
"You can't disturb the leader, or I will kill you."
Han Yu didn't speak, but Han Li heard the footsteps approaching in front of him, and then the gentle voice of longing for a moment stopped very close.
"If you want to kill me, then kill it."
The indulgence from the beginning to the end suddenly stimulated Han Li, and he pulled out the Sky Star Sword from his waist and pointed it directly at Han Yu's chest.
"Do you think I really dare not!"
Han Yu stretched out his hand to hold the sharp blade, the cut palm immediately shed bright red blood, soaked the cold sharp blade along the fingers, and then dropped to the ground tickly.
Red scorching eyes.
Han Yu continued to approach him indifferently, and the blade sank into his chest inch by inch.
However, it seemed that he couldn't feel the pain at all, just staring at the flustered Han Li intently, his gentle eyes full of deep love.
"Xiao Li, every time you have something you dare not do, I will do it for you, this time the same."
It wasn't until the corners of Han Yu's mouth began to drip with thick blood, that Han Li suddenly awoke and let go of the Sky Star Sword. He staggered back blankly, but sat down immediately with soft legs. On the ground.
He looked up at Han Yu, who was coughing up blood, without realizing he was crying.
"Big Brother"
He suddenly rushed towards Hanyu, buried in his chest soaked in blood and wept bitterly, as if returning to the warm days when he was so wronged that he could only seek the only comfort in the arms of his brother.
They depend on each other for their lives and live and die.
The fighting stopped without warning. All the magic cultivators stopped immediately after receiving Yuan Chen's order, and retired respectfully to the side, while the Tiangan faction disciples who insisted on not falling were vigilant. Staring at them, still did not dare to relax.
Although Li Zhen, who was gradually waking up, was rescued, he was injured too badly before, and now he is in a panic and exhausted.
He stared at Yuan Chen who came out from behind the screen with a calm face, gritted his teeth and walked towards him step by step, his killing intent was not hidden.
He spoke word by word.
"Return Master to me."
Yuan Chen's expression suddenly turned cold, he looked condescendingly at Li Zhen of the Bow of the Crossbow, and asked with a smile.
"what did you say?"
Li Zhen's voice without hesitation was firmer than before.
"Return Master to me."
Yuan Chen's eyes were getting colder and colder as he stared at him. The overwhelming coercion was like a burst of wind and rain. Everyone present could not breathe. Some people with low cultivation bases directly knelt to the ground and fainted.
There was a smell of sweetness in Li Zhen's throat, he swallowed abruptly, and continued to walk forward inch by inch under the pressure.
When he finally reached the upper ranks, Yuan Chen seemed to be finally unable to bear it, and suddenly bent his knuckles.
In an instant, Li Zhen was suddenly hit by a terrifying force, his internal organs seemed to be broken into pieces of meat, his eyes were black, and he couldn't breathe, almost thinking that he was going to die like this.
Just as Yuan Chen was about to lift his foot down the steps to fix him, he suddenly stretched out a white and slender hand from behind the screen, and tremblingly pinched the corner of his clothes.
The crying cavity wrapped in sobbing seemed to be crushed severely, exuding the beauty of timid weakness, weak and moving.
"You promised me not to hurt anyone."
Yuan Chen's movements stopped, he lowered his head and held that hand, rubbing his expression darkly for a while, before groaning reluctantly.
"Ok."
In the next second, all the demonic cultivators present suddenly exploded and died, and when the stunned disciples of the Tiangan faction reacted, they discovered that the uncertain demonic cultivator and their Chengshui real person had disappeared. Without a trace.
The only Han Li left was held tightly by Han Yu.
The huge crisis in the cultivation world came to an end like this, and the surviving Tiangan school disciples naturally did not dare to reveal a bit of Jiang Fu and Yuan Chen.
Their unified approach to the outside world is that Chengshui Chengshui and the demon cultivator died together, but in fact they all know that Chengshui was taken away by the demon cultivator for the safety of the Tiangan faction, so he sacrificed himself for others. It is enough to make them who have gone through life and death ordeals always moved, so the main hall of Tiangan faction still enshrines Jiang Fu's spiritual card.
Since then, after World War I, Li Zhen has deeply realized the gap between him and Yuan Chen, and he has cultivated more and more diligently, almost to the point of crazy.
He hated his incompetence. If he could beat Yuan Chen at that time, then he would not have watched Jiang Fu being taken away by Yuan Chen, but he was powerless.
But no matter how high he cultivated later, how powerful he carried the Tiangan Sect, how many times he sent people to search the world, he never saw Jiang Fu again.
It's like a hasty dream, evaporating without a trace in the sun.
As for the surviving Han Yu and Han Li, they left the Tiangan Sect. Today they are the identities of the cultivation and the Moxiu. If they want to continue to be together, they cannot stay in any cultivation sect. They simply started wandering. The world's loose repair.
Such a reckless and happy day is also very agreeable, without clear rules and precepts, and lack of pure heart and desire, all they have is each other.
Later, when they swam to a village fair in a remote place, they happened to see two familiar figures from the bustling crowd. The moment the other side whispered, they could see each other's face clearly.
One is tall, the other is beautiful, with a smile of affection, and no one can get in.
After looking at each other, Han Yu squeezed Han Li's palm and said with a smile.
"Let's go."
Han Li nodded, and after looking at them reluctantly, He Han Yu left in the opposite direction to them, and the two quickly disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people like a current.
Since then, one is different and two are wide, and each is happy.