The stunning cannon fodder relies on the beauty of the world to kill the crazy Shura field

Xuanbing Mountain, a mysterious mountain that towers into the clouds and is extremely cold.

On the top of the mountain, there is a hidden and quiet cave.

At this moment, the cave was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Huai Yan carefully and gently placed the unconscious man on the bed.

He slowly stood up, his ink-black and deep eyes revealing an intense worry and pity.

After a while, Huai Yan stretched out his slender fingertips and placed them on the man's slender wrist again, concentrating on feeling the beating of the man's pulse, trying to find out the condition inside his body.

As time passed, the entire cave fell into silence, with only Huai Yan's light breathing being clearly audible.

After a while, Huai Yan finally withdrew his fingers.

His eyes gradually dimmed, replaced by traces of helplessness and pain that could not be concealed.

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps broke the silence.

Bian Cheng, Shen Ci, and Wu Nian hurriedly followed in. As soon as they entered the cave, their eyes immediately focused on the man on the bed.

The man was extremely handsome, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes that were tightly closed. His lips were slightly pale under his straight nose. His face was so pale that there was not a trace of blood in it, and it was even gradually covered with a thin layer of frost.

At this moment, the man leaned limply in Huai Yan's warm embrace.

His once neatly-knit collar had unbuttoned, revealing his jade-white neck. Furthermore, a layer of ice crystals, as thin as a cicada's wing, had also condensed on his body...

Huai Yan frowned, his eyelashes trembling slightly: "Xiuyuan's condition is not ideal, and the immortal power in his body is still extremely disordered. I need to practice dual cultivation with Xiuyuan and use my yin and yang power to suppress the power of his curse.

It’s just that the immortal power in my body is too strong, and I’m afraid that his main soul cannot withstand it. I need you to merge with his main soul and then cultivate together. In addition, Demon Lord Qingtian must also merge with Xiuyuan’s main soul this time...”

"How long the treatment will take depends on Xiuyuan's recovery." Huai Yan had a pretty face, rosy cheeks, soft pink lips, and a voice as light as a feather. Her white palm turned slightly, and the formula of the soul-gathering technique had condensed into a seal, which was then tapped into the man's brow.

Realizing what they were about to do, they gasped for breath, their bodies stiffened slightly, their hearts racing as they nodded. "Okay, Yanyan, I'll do as you say~"

After he finished speaking, several people no longer hesitated. They all turned into streams of light and rushed into Jun Xiuyuan's eyebrows, actively merging with his main soul.

Huaiyan's beautiful face instantly turned a blush as bright as the sunset.

He bit his red lips lightly and quickly cast a barrier. Then, he stretched out his jade-white hand and gently covered the man's cold face.

She began to mobilize the powerful yet gentle immortal power in her body, slowly brushing away the frost on the man's body.

As the immortal power circulated, the ice condensed on the man's body slowly melted, turning into drops of clear and transparent water, flowing down his resolute face.

After completing this step, he quickly removed the heavy and cold black robe from the man.

In an instant, the opponent's strong and muscular body and eighteen abdominal muscles were exposed in front of him without any concealment.

Huai Yan's cheeks grew hotter and hotter, but she finally mustered up the courage and slowly approached the man.

When the two were so close that they could touch each other's breath, the boy's soft and tender lips gently pressed against the man's brow, like a light petal quietly falling.

However, no one expected it.

Perhaps it was because of the fusion of the three souls, the man who had his eyes closed and looked like he was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes in a moment!

In an instant, two deep gazes shot straight at Huai Yan, causing his heart to tremble involuntarily.

At this moment, my wrist was firmly grasped by a strong hand.

At the same time, several gentle and affectionate voices, yet with a hint of lowness and ambiguity, like devilish sounds piercing his ears, entered his sea of ​​consciousness at the same time.

"Yanyan."

"Yan'er."

"Ayan..."

The familiar, deep and hoarse voice instantly reminded Huai Yan of the painful lesson he had suffered in the Daqi Palace.

His face suddenly changed, and an indescribable fear and panic surged in his heart.

Out of instinct, Huai Yan wanted to break free from the man's restraints and turn around to escape from this place that frightened him.

But it was too late.

The next moment, Huai Yan felt dizzy and was firmly held in the man's strong arms.

No matter how he struggled and twisted, he could not escape the man's grip.

I could only be trapped in his warm and solid embrace, unable to move...

(Ten thousand words omitted here…………)

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Half a month later.

The Xuanbing Mountain is covered with snow, and the top of the mountain is covered with white snow, which is a beautiful sight.

Inside the cave on the top of the mountain, the light was dim, but the young man's figure could still be seen clearly.

I saw his shiny black hair, like ink, falling on his chest and shoulders like a waterfall, gently brushing against his snow-white skin, emitting a charming luster.

At this moment, the young man was looking up, and his eyes, which should have been bright and lively, were now blurry and empty, as if they had lost focus.

Huai Yan felt as if all the bones in his body were being torn apart and reassembled. Every inch of his muscles and every nerve felt sore and weak, almost bringing him to the point of collapse.

And the culprit was right behind him.

Jun Xiuyuan had only integrated the power of the three souls, but he was already so powerful that Huai Yan could not see through him at all.

Looking at the unfathomable Jun Xiuyuan in front of him, Huai Yan felt a deep despair in his heart.

"I can't stay here any longer, or I'll really die!" Once this thought came to mind, it could no longer be suppressed. Huai Yan gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain in his body, and used his most proficient Xiaoyaoyou body movement to prepare to escape from this place and go overseas.

However, just as he moved.

A sudden chill suddenly spread throughout my body.

The chill came so suddenly that Huai Yan couldn't help but shiver.

The whole person was instantly awakened from confusion.

When he came to his senses, he felt the world spinning around him, and a figure appeared above him - it was Jun Xiuyuan!

At this moment, Jun Xiuyuan was leaning over slightly, close to Huai Yan's ear. His deep, burning eyes, like burning flames, stared straight at Huai Yan, the scorching flames burning deep in his eyes seemed to be able to burn everything to ashes.

Jun Xiuyuan's eyes were slightly red, and his voice became unusually hoarse and low, with an irresistible charm: "Yan'er, where are you in such a hurry to go? Have you forgotten that the curse power in your husband's body has not been cleared yet..."

He held Huai Yan's arm, which was as white as mutton-fat jade, with his big hand, and his eyes seemed to want to eat Huai Yan.

"Yan'er, can you bear to abandon your husband? Yan'er, can you take your husband with you?"

Huai Yan: …………

Huai Yan gritted his teeth and thought to himself, if I take you with me, will I still be able to survive?

"We want to go together too. Wherever Yan'er is, we are there..." He recognized three voices in the sea, clamoring to accompany Yanyan at the same time.

Jun Xiuyuan smiled and approached, whispering, "Did Yanyan hear that?..."

"Jun Xiuyuan!" Huai Yan felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, causing pain all over his bones. He panicked and pushed the man away, "You're crazy! Let me go!"

He kept struggling.

"Yan'er, don't move,——"

The man looked at Huai Yan with eyes full of satisfaction.

The dark eyes became deeper and deeper.

His face was rosy and he looked like he had recovered a long time ago.

He just tightened his grip on the boy's hand.

By the time Huai Yan realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

His cheeks suddenly turned hot, and he released Qingtian from the system space without thinking.

Qingtian ate up all of Huaiyan's barrier-breaking fruits in the system space, and now his cultivation has already reached the level of immortal.

When he came out, he had a head of arrogant red hair that was casually spread out, he was wearing a dark red robe of the Demon Lord, and he was chewing a white spiritual fruit in his mouth.

"Jun, old dog? Why are you here?!" Qingtian was halfway through his words when he saw the scene in front of him and his nose immediately started bleeding. His eyes suddenly widened and the spiritual fruit in his hand fell to the ground! "Fuck, you, you are really... too dissolute......"

Qingtian stammered, his eyes full of disbelief.

Hearing this, Jun Xiuyuan's face instantly turned gloomy and dark as ink. He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "You're looking for death!"

He was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and slashed at the demon with a palm.

Huai Yan exclaimed and was about to stop him.

The man put his arms around his waist and brought him into his arms. Jun Xiuyuan waved his sleeves to create a magical barrier to cover his body.

Jun Xiuyuan's strength has recovered by at least 70%!

Qingtian was no match for him at this moment.

Screams rang out one after another, and the red-haired monster was knocked unconscious by his club in an instant. His neck tilted, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Jun Xiuyuan's brows were gloomy, and he quickly used the soul-gathering technique to lead the person into his sea of ​​consciousness!

Qingtian is a wisp of his soul. Even if he hates this person, he must merge it with his main soul!

However, who knows.

As soon as this guy entered his sea of ​​consciousness, he slowly woke up, holding the magic sword, and fought with the three people from the harmonious atmosphere group inside.

"Fuck, bald donkey, old ghost, little bastard, let's get beaten!"

Qingtian cursed and swore, and nothing nice was said. He looked at the three people opposite him and was suddenly shocked.

"Your father, old ghost, you can't do it!"

"Shen Ci, you little weakling, you are no match for me, get out of here!"

The red-haired old monster made provocative remarks, jumped up and down, and made the people inside very angry!

Even Bian Cheng, who had a good temper, was furious: "Devil, you're looking for death!"

"Red-haired monster, give me your life!" Shen Ci swung the long sword in his hand, and thousands of swords merged into one. The sword energy was arrogant and chopped down with a bang.

"Vajra Demon Subduing Staff!" In the golden light, the monk's palm turned into a palm that covered the sky and crushed the demon on the opposite side.

"Fuck, three against one, you guys have no moral ethics at all. If you have the guts, let's fight one-on-one. Who's afraid of who? I wasn't raised to be scared!" Qingtian spat out the spiritual fruit core and hit it on Wunian's forehead, then cursed. In Jun Xiuyuan's mind, he was trying to dodge the opponent's big moves, and he was waving the magic sword from time to time, trying to cut off their attacks.

Then, a vigorous battle broke out in Jun Xiuyuan's sea of ​​consciousness among the five races of humans, demons, ghosts, devils, and Buddhas. The scene was magnificent and the momentum was extremely huge...

Especially Wu Nian, who had a big bump on his forehead from being hit by the spiritual fruit core. He was particularly excited during the fight, sometimes using the Vajra Subduing Demon Staff, sometimes beating the wooden fish, sometimes using the Demon Bone Bead, and sometimes using the Dragon and Phoenix Double Seal, almost blowing Jun Xiuyuan's brains out...

The situation was out of control for a while, no one was willing to give in, everyone was bruised and battered, but they still didn't stop.

"Yan'er, save me! They are too noisy, I can't take it anymore..." The power of the curse that had been suppressed long ago took the opportunity to rebound. Jun Xiuyuan's mind was in a mess, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

There was a constant sound of war drums beating in my head, rumbling and booming.

"Devil, watch out!"

"Rumble--"

"You're looking for death, I'll make you suffer! Demon Sword, kill me!!!"

"Ouch, ouch, my butt, damn, why are you hitting my PG? Can you not be so rough? My dad is also one of Jun Laogou's souls after all. Only A Yan can touch my PG. Who do you think you are? Ahhhhh, watch the fight, Demonic Power Heavenly Dragon, kill..."

Huai Yan: “………..”

The fighting inside was so fierce that the sky was dark and the earth was shaking.

Jun Xiuyuan was already unconscious, but his head was beating violently and rhythmically.

Huaiyan's eyes went dark, he felt his cerebellum shrink instantly, and his whole body was numb.

Damn Qingtian.

I guessed that he was not a worry-free person.

Alas, you are really shooting yourself in the foot.

It seems that if I want to go overseas, kill Minglian's brother Honglian, and help Wunian resolve the knot in his heart, I will have to wait for half a month.

Huai Yan's eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed, and with tears in her eyes, she activated the Yin-Yang Record of Immortality to help the man heal his wounds once again...

(Ten thousand words are omitted here.)