One inch loyalty

Only far away in the sky, there was an inner sect elder shouting: "Everyone, obey your orders, withdraw from the ring, and join forces to punish evil cultivators!"

The disciples above the eighth floor moved accordingly, recalling the weapons at the center of the formation one after another.

Yu Yan raised his head and looked again, and saw that the tall tower above his head, which pierced the sky and was built with countless handy weapons, separated from these knives, flutes, zithers and swords, and began to collapse downward layer by layer, and the auspicious aura fell like rubble.

He couldn't help blinking, and blocked it with his hand.

But in such a short moment, when Yu Yan opened his eyes again, dozens of Wanxia Mountain Immortal Elders who he had not yet consulted all jumped down from their respective rings.

Yu Yan couldn't help laughing.

He looked straight at the high platform above his head, carefully watching how the behemoth fell.

Its sound and momentum are almost like the collapse of the tree of the gods reaching the sky, and the collapse of the tower where the bones of immortals and Buddhas are buried.

After a short while, a disciple already pressed the blade of his hand and bullied himself in front of him.

Yu Xianchang still looked up at the sky, concentrating on it, trying to remember this vision of heaven and earth...

He watched the wall of light that isolated Ye Yu completely dissipate.

The first drops of rain fell on him.

The phantom of the collapsing arena also crashed down.

Millions of cold rain followed closely behind.

Again, there is sword light and sword energy coming, mixed in the fallen scenery layer by layer.

The corner of Yu Xianchang's mouth became even more smiling, and he rushed forward quickly, holding the Frost Snow sword of one of the immortal leaders with his left hand, piercing the old sword with his right hand, piercing the man's skin, and drawing back the long sword with his backhand, blood dripping Splash on the face.

The celestial elder was severely injured, and fell heavily. Yu Yan stepped on his body, and his body took advantage of the momentum to rush upwards. It's too slow to rise up!

Taking advantage of the wind and rain, he slowly fell back to the remaining few layers of the arena, holding the long sword behind his back, and the blood on the blade was dripping on his vest.

The night rain above the head gradually became worse, and the sound of blood dripping gradually slowed down.

As soon as the sound of dripping water slowed down, Yu Xianchang was on fire.

The voice was a bit too slow.

For more than [-] years, Yu Yan, what he saw, what he heard, what he experienced, and the way he practiced it, were all too slow.

Human feelings are indecisive, the world looks forward and backward, thousands of avenues are nothing more than seeking harmony and longevity, one pile is more difficult than the other, lingering and procrastinating...

Why didn't he dare... go a little faster?

Driven by this thought, Yu Yan bent his red-colored smiling eyes even more, pretended to be extremely respectful, and asked with a loud smile: "You Wanxia Mountain, are you nothing more than that? Is that all? Is this the only way?"

"A few people in the area dare to compete with Yu? How can I have a good time if I don't come a few more at a time?"

It's strange, Yu Yan is so happy to speak such insolent lies.

Before Yu Yan could distinguish carefully to see whether this comfort was caused by the blood demon, or because of his own intentions, the surrounding Wanxia Mountain disciples were completely enraged by him, and they all waved to the left and right, raising their swords.

However, the leading disciple stopped him again, and shouted: "The evil cultivator's skills are weird, and the casualties will only increase in vain! Back off quickly, and form a big battle array to protect the mountain!"

A group of disciples looked at the corpse lying in the rain, and they also seemed to wake up from a dream. They retreated a few feet one after another, stood in the direction of the Tiangang Beidou, and injected their spiritual energy.Waiting for the disciples in the main formation to recite the spiritual mantra and point their fingers, the formation formed by dozens of people has been completed.

The ring tower that towered into the clouds before was now shaped like a blooming twilight on a slender flower stem, blooming around the ring where Yu Xianchang was.

Standing alone, Yu Yan saw many guarding disciples working together to form a mighty formation in the air.

He stared at it for a while, the blood in his eyes became thicker, and finally he couldn't help laughing and cursing: "You are all immortal elders with a golden core cultivation base, and there are also a few masters who are golden core Dzogchen and half-step Nascent Soul... just so timid. , Afraid of me, an evil cultivator in the foundation building period?"

He sneered at this end, while dozens of fairy elders poured spiritual power into the Big Dipper formation, and tens of thousands of golden lights were born in the formation.

Countless small swords were born in illusion, and they chased the golden light shining in the formation like fish.

The smile on Yu Yan's face faded away, and he stood in the formation with a frown, quietly watching the flashy sword light change.

But he was on guard for a moment, and there were many phantoms of small swords passing through his palm and arms, and they went away with a flick of a finger, and then returned in an instant. After piercing back and forth like this for a long time, Yu Yan's body was still painless.

Standing in the middle of the formation, he didn't see the bloody killing intent, he just felt absurd, and when he saw stars and hot sweat on the foreheads of the disciples of Wanxia Mountain, he couldn't help mocking: "What's the meaning of this?"

The leading disciple only thought that Yu Xianchang's mouth was stubborn, and he also said loudly: "Concentrate on forming an array! This pain penetrates the flesh and can degrade the consciousness. This person can't resist!"

Yu Yan was taken aback when he heard this.

After a while, pain slowly appeared.

As if there really was some severe pain that pierced through the flesh and degraded the consciousness, it finally came too late, causing him to look pale for a moment, and the pain was so painful that he was about to shed tears.

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He whispered a few words of relief in his heart: Fei Guang, bear with it.

He silently persuaded: Fei Guang, blame me.I used to be the best at taking care of people because of the blood pact, but lately I've always been confused.

Originally, he wanted to let Fei Guang stand on his fingers to grab a fistful of snow, so he rubbed his hands to cool down first.

He used to only drink cold wine and use leftovers.Every day regards Feiguang as the flesh and blood of his heart and the pearl of his eye.

Soft-spoken, cautious, and used to it...he has been like this for decades.

After decades of cherishing it so much, suddenly something went wrong one day, so it turned out to be like this?

Seeing Yu Yan's sad and smiling expression, trembling all over, and profuse cold sweat, the leading disciples couldn't help being refreshed, and urged the left and right to continue mobilizing the formation.

Immortal Yu faintly heard it, and laughed lowly for a while: "Qingqing, look, it's not me being aggressive, it's these immortal elders who are forcing me!"

He said softly, "Don't be angry with me."

Even though he was holding a long scarlet sword, with blood stains all over his breasts and cheeks, everyone in the world knew that his murderous intent was boiling, and this time it was just adding to his murderous intent-but, Qingqing, don't be angry with me ah.

Yu Yan blinked, and blinked away the few drops of water that had accumulated in his eyes for a long time, and re-fastened the iron sword.The man squeezed the low-level storage ring on his finger, turned it silently twice, and then took out a talisman that had been hidden for a long time from among the dead grass, miscellaneous flowers, rough pots, and bad wine that were full of rings.

The cinnabar on the talisman paper was dim, as if it had been shelved for ten or twenty years.

Yu Yan picked up this old magic talisman, and imitated the fairy head of Wanxia Mountain on the field, pouring all his spiritual power into it.

The talisman was infused with spiritual power, and it suddenly lit up.Yu Yan picked up his finger at random, and led the light to his fingertips, discarded the yellow talisman, and let the waste talisman hover and fall from mid-air.

He lowered his head, blew lightly on the cluster of light on his fingers, and said in a low voice, "Go!"

There was the sound of wind around first, and the sound of the hunting wind soared, blowing around people's eyes hard, and rain poured down on the Milky Way.Then, the cluster of lights moved.

I saw the cluster of bean fire shimmering, suddenly turned into a sharp arrow, roaring towards the Big Dipper formation, shattering the golden light along the way, and cutting off the flying sword.This majestic force finally hit the four walls of the formation.

For a long time, there was only silence.

The desolate rain has been steamed into mist by the blazing light, and the surrounding mist is vast and misty, like a fairyland on earth.

And the disciples of Wanxia Mountain were not as noisy as before.

The high-ranking disciples guarding the key points of the formation were seriously injured by the shock of the force, and the disciples protecting the formation around them also had their spiritual roots damaged and were stunned on the spot.

Before waiting for the onlookers, the casual cultivators retreated in fright, and the old talisman that Yu Yan had discarded swirled in the air for a long time before finally falling to the ground.At this moment, a magic talisman suddenly lingered, resounding through the entire Taoist palace.

What the voice said was—"The way of heaven is clear, this is my unworthy disciple of Wanxia Mountain, and I will clean up the family myself. The crimes committed and murders have nothing to do with this son."

Even Yu Yan's expression changed slightly when he heard this voice, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

He naturally knew whose voice it was.

When he was still a child, he once mistook the ancestor of Wanxia Mountain for a god in the sky.

He was so embarrassed at that time that he asked the man with tears in his eyes - "Grandpa Immortal, can you lend me a fairy treasure to help me kill someone?" Refined into a magic talisman with the power, and presented it to himself.

But Master Yu Yan was already in the five declines of heaven and man back then, and he was extremely weak.

Once the master falls asleep, his whole body is full of flaws.

Thinking about it by yourself, killing a teacher with a magic talisman, how can you be happier doing it yourself?

He did it himself, saving the talisman.

At that time, he was wearing blood-stained clothes, excitedly went to look for Fei Guang, he had already told Fei Guang the truth.He said—"Fei Guang, my master wants to refine you...I killed him alone!"

He already has a blood debt on him.

He has been crazy since he was a child.

No matter how much she pretends to be on weekdays, she is actually crazy, showing madness everywhere...

Tiandao knew it when he thought about it, so Tiandao refused to give him Feiguang.

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Yu Xianchang had exhausted the last trace of spiritual power in his body and used up the last support in his body until this time.

The past events of his youth made him palpitate and short of breath, and the difficulties in front of him also made him dizzy.

But Immortal Chief Yu still stood upright, dripping with cold sweat, forced a smile, and cupped his hands at Wanxia Mountain Immortal Elder, who was dead and wounded: "I've accepted it!"

Seeing that no one answered, he went to all the casual cultivators who were standing still and watched, and said, "You're laughing!"

The group of casual cultivators only dared not speak out.

Yu Xianchang was not annoyed, he lowered his head and concentrated on wiping the blood on his face with his cuff.

At this time, it is raining at night, and the long night is about to pass, and a ray of bright sky is faintly exposed in the sky.But for some reason, Yu Yan's heart beat extremely fast.

He was about to gather himself up, so that he could think about where Fei Guang lived in the gloomy mountains... But after several attempts, he couldn't.

The destination is clearly in sight, but people