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Chapter 744: Don’t Be Black (148)
Chapter 744: Don’t Be Black (148)
Just when the last thunderbolt struck, Su Qinghuan was about to let go of the shield and gamble on her luck, but saw a shadow suddenly blocking her!
Su Qinghuan's pupils constricted suddenly, and the previous scene seemed to reappear a second time.
No...how can it be.
"Yan Hanzhou!"
Su Qinghuan wanted to cut through the shield, and turned Yan Hanzhou's body with his natal spirit sword into a white whip.
However, unexpectedly, the young man seemed to have expected what she would do, and suddenly turned his face, shaking his head at her with a very dazed expression.
"Master...you don't need to waste your efforts anymore. I have already used spiritual energy as a guide to draw an invisible formation here. With your current spiritual energy, it is not enough to break through this bundle of fairy formations in a short time. "
!!!
"Yan Hanzhou! I order you as a teacher, you come back to me now! Did you hear that!"
"You will die!"
"This is not your catastrophe at all!"
Why, why both of these?
Su Qinghuan felt a sharp pain in her heart, and felt her eyes blurred for a while, but the young man flew forward resolutely.
"No, Master, only this matter, I will never listen to you in my life."
Protecting the woman he likes is the most important belief in every man's heart.
How could he be willing to let her get hurt?
……
Su Qinghuan choked up several times, her eyes that were usually calm and calm were now bloodshot.
The thunderclouds that were strong enough to cover everything suddenly gathered, striking the young man standing in front of her with incomparable precision.
After an unknown period of time, the clouds cleared, the wind weakened, and even the thunder became almost inaudible.
But the boy in black, like a butterfly with broken wings, fell lightly to the ground.
At almost the same moment, Su Qinghuan's body-holding technique was unlocked.
She tried her best, and without thinking about it, she swung the white long whip with her spiritual power, and pulled the boy in front of her.
Yan Hanzhou's face was completely devoid of blood after being struck by the lightning that day, and even his palms, which were always warm and pressed, were frighteningly cold.
"Yan Hanzhou, you are not allowed to die, do you hear me?"
Su Qinghuan stared at Yan Hanzhou's blood-stained face, and the woman almost roared heart-piercingly.
Yan Hanzhou has never seen a master who is so detached as he is now.
Even those jade-white hands were trembling.
Master hugged him, trembling.
Master, is this... caring about him?
It was difficult for Yan Hanzhou to describe the feeling in his heart, it was sour, swollen, and there was even a trace of indescribable joy.
The boy suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Because he was afraid of soiling the clothes of the person in front of him, the boy even subconsciously tilted his head, not wanting Su Qinghuan to see him in a mess.
"Master... the disciple did it, the disciple really did it..."
"Disciple, are you doing well?"
very nice.
Master will not die.
……
The boy almost uttered these last words, and passed out from exhaustion.
Su Qinghuan's tears fell on Yan Hanzhou's cheeks.
"Hanzhou...you are really nice..."
Su Qinghuan's heart was seized by fear, her hands trembled slightly, and then she carefully took out a silk handkerchief made of silk, and wiped away the blood on the boy's face bit by bit.
The young man's face was like a piece of polluted beautiful jade, revealing its gem essence at this moment.
That handsome facial features are still so good-looking at this moment.
However, Yan Hanzhou lost the vitality of the past, as if he had lost his vitality, and turned into a piece of stiff ice.
Su Qinghuan felt a sharp pain in her heart.
After seeing the demise of the Heavenly Tribulation, the monks around were too frightened to step forward for a while.
Only when it was confirmed that Su Qinghuan hadn't ascended to the upper realm, and there was no sign of another catastrophe, did someone boldly step forward.
"Liu Li Immortal? Are you okay..."
Because they didn't see Jun Jiuyou's figure, everyone was a little stunned.
But seeing Su Qinghuan mourning at this moment, they almost thought that Yan Hanzhou was dead.
Coupled with the fact that Jun Jiuyou's coercion no longer exists at this moment, everyone immediately felt a trace of unusual weirdness in their hearts.
——Could it be that the arrogant and lawless Demon Lord really perished in the catastrophe?
But since the catastrophe is over, why didn't Su Qinghuan ascend to the upper realm? !
According to the opinions of all the old monsters present, that day's catastrophe is clearly not like the Nascent Soul cultivator advanced to the level of becoming a god, but it seems that he is going to ascend through the catastrophe!
With such a powerful thunder calamity, I didn't expect that the one who disappeared in the end would be so unclear!
Because of the black clouds covering the sky and the sun, the monks who were busy evacuating at the bottom had no way of knowing what happened before.
But at the very least, Jun Jiuyou seems to have really disappeared.
……
Su Qinghuan didn't pay attention to the meaning of those gossip monks.
At the moment, all her thoughts were on Yan Hanzhou. The woman in the red wedding dress had a beautiful face, but the mournful look on her face was unbearable to see.
And Zhong Ling'er and Liu Haoran, who are both personal disciples of Liuli Xianzun, jumped across the crowd and stepped forward.
"Master! What's wrong with little brother?!"
"Master! Are you and Junior Brother okay?"
Su Qinghuan stared blankly at Zhong Linger and Liu Haoran. She almost forgot that she had two personal disciples on Liuli Peak after a long separation.
Su Qinghuan just shook his head.
"Han Zhou... he still has breath at this moment."
But it's just a sigh of relief.
Su Qinghuan's heart was extremely heavy, and the woman's hand had a faint aura, and she almost spared no effort to pour into the young man's heart.
It's just that here... is not a good place to heal at all.
She had to find a suitable training place for Yan Hanzhou as soon as possible.
Perhaps, the Lingquan that belonged to the original owner's cave on the Liuli Peak of the Qingyun Sect is a good healing place.
……
Those cultivators who pricked up their ears to eavesdrop immediately understood that Yan Hanzhou was still alive!
How frightening, Jun Jiuyou is dead, I didn't expect this talented young man to have a trace of breath!
Immediately, a righteous elder with hypocrisy and hypocrisy stepped forward.
"Immortal Master Liuli! Your apprentice, as the son of a demon, has been lurking in the Qingyun sect. You must not be a spy from the demon world!"
"That's right, now the dragons in the Demon Realm have no leader, and even the Demon Venerable is nowhere to be found. I'm afraid they were killed by the lightning of the Nine Heavens God!"
"Hand over this little bastard Yan Hanzhou! Otherwise..."
……
Hearing what those people said, Su Qinghuan carefully helped Yan Hanzhou into the arms of his eldest disciple Liu Haoran.
Then the woman swept across the crowd coldly, her expression as cold as ice.
"Hanzhou is my disciple, I don't allow it, who of you dares to move!"
"Do you want to taste the power of my magic whip?!"
Suddenly, a terrifying divine light condensed in the woman's palm!
This turned out to be the aura belonging to the cultivator of Transforming God!
Everyone present was dumbfounded!
(End of this chapter)
Just when the last thunderbolt struck, Su Qinghuan was about to let go of the shield and gamble on her luck, but saw a shadow suddenly blocking her!
Su Qinghuan's pupils constricted suddenly, and the previous scene seemed to reappear a second time.
No...how can it be.
"Yan Hanzhou!"
Su Qinghuan wanted to cut through the shield, and turned Yan Hanzhou's body with his natal spirit sword into a white whip.
However, unexpectedly, the young man seemed to have expected what she would do, and suddenly turned his face, shaking his head at her with a very dazed expression.
"Master...you don't need to waste your efforts anymore. I have already used spiritual energy as a guide to draw an invisible formation here. With your current spiritual energy, it is not enough to break through this bundle of fairy formations in a short time. "
!!!
"Yan Hanzhou! I order you as a teacher, you come back to me now! Did you hear that!"
"You will die!"
"This is not your catastrophe at all!"
Why, why both of these?
Su Qinghuan felt a sharp pain in her heart, and felt her eyes blurred for a while, but the young man flew forward resolutely.
"No, Master, only this matter, I will never listen to you in my life."
Protecting the woman he likes is the most important belief in every man's heart.
How could he be willing to let her get hurt?
……
Su Qinghuan choked up several times, her eyes that were usually calm and calm were now bloodshot.
The thunderclouds that were strong enough to cover everything suddenly gathered, striking the young man standing in front of her with incomparable precision.
After an unknown period of time, the clouds cleared, the wind weakened, and even the thunder became almost inaudible.
But the boy in black, like a butterfly with broken wings, fell lightly to the ground.
At almost the same moment, Su Qinghuan's body-holding technique was unlocked.
She tried her best, and without thinking about it, she swung the white long whip with her spiritual power, and pulled the boy in front of her.
Yan Hanzhou's face was completely devoid of blood after being struck by the lightning that day, and even his palms, which were always warm and pressed, were frighteningly cold.
"Yan Hanzhou, you are not allowed to die, do you hear me?"
Su Qinghuan stared at Yan Hanzhou's blood-stained face, and the woman almost roared heart-piercingly.
Yan Hanzhou has never seen a master who is so detached as he is now.
Even those jade-white hands were trembling.
Master hugged him, trembling.
Master, is this... caring about him?
It was difficult for Yan Hanzhou to describe the feeling in his heart, it was sour, swollen, and there was even a trace of indescribable joy.
The boy suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Because he was afraid of soiling the clothes of the person in front of him, the boy even subconsciously tilted his head, not wanting Su Qinghuan to see him in a mess.
"Master... the disciple did it, the disciple really did it..."
"Disciple, are you doing well?"
very nice.
Master will not die.
……
The boy almost uttered these last words, and passed out from exhaustion.
Su Qinghuan's tears fell on Yan Hanzhou's cheeks.
"Hanzhou...you are really nice..."
Su Qinghuan's heart was seized by fear, her hands trembled slightly, and then she carefully took out a silk handkerchief made of silk, and wiped away the blood on the boy's face bit by bit.
The young man's face was like a piece of polluted beautiful jade, revealing its gem essence at this moment.
That handsome facial features are still so good-looking at this moment.
However, Yan Hanzhou lost the vitality of the past, as if he had lost his vitality, and turned into a piece of stiff ice.
Su Qinghuan felt a sharp pain in her heart.
After seeing the demise of the Heavenly Tribulation, the monks around were too frightened to step forward for a while.
Only when it was confirmed that Su Qinghuan hadn't ascended to the upper realm, and there was no sign of another catastrophe, did someone boldly step forward.
"Liu Li Immortal? Are you okay..."
Because they didn't see Jun Jiuyou's figure, everyone was a little stunned.
But seeing Su Qinghuan mourning at this moment, they almost thought that Yan Hanzhou was dead.
Coupled with the fact that Jun Jiuyou's coercion no longer exists at this moment, everyone immediately felt a trace of unusual weirdness in their hearts.
——Could it be that the arrogant and lawless Demon Lord really perished in the catastrophe?
But since the catastrophe is over, why didn't Su Qinghuan ascend to the upper realm? !
According to the opinions of all the old monsters present, that day's catastrophe is clearly not like the Nascent Soul cultivator advanced to the level of becoming a god, but it seems that he is going to ascend through the catastrophe!
With such a powerful thunder calamity, I didn't expect that the one who disappeared in the end would be so unclear!
Because of the black clouds covering the sky and the sun, the monks who were busy evacuating at the bottom had no way of knowing what happened before.
But at the very least, Jun Jiuyou seems to have really disappeared.
……
Su Qinghuan didn't pay attention to the meaning of those gossip monks.
At the moment, all her thoughts were on Yan Hanzhou. The woman in the red wedding dress had a beautiful face, but the mournful look on her face was unbearable to see.
And Zhong Ling'er and Liu Haoran, who are both personal disciples of Liuli Xianzun, jumped across the crowd and stepped forward.
"Master! What's wrong with little brother?!"
"Master! Are you and Junior Brother okay?"
Su Qinghuan stared blankly at Zhong Linger and Liu Haoran. She almost forgot that she had two personal disciples on Liuli Peak after a long separation.
Su Qinghuan just shook his head.
"Han Zhou... he still has breath at this moment."
But it's just a sigh of relief.
Su Qinghuan's heart was extremely heavy, and the woman's hand had a faint aura, and she almost spared no effort to pour into the young man's heart.
It's just that here... is not a good place to heal at all.
She had to find a suitable training place for Yan Hanzhou as soon as possible.
Perhaps, the Lingquan that belonged to the original owner's cave on the Liuli Peak of the Qingyun Sect is a good healing place.
……
Those cultivators who pricked up their ears to eavesdrop immediately understood that Yan Hanzhou was still alive!
How frightening, Jun Jiuyou is dead, I didn't expect this talented young man to have a trace of breath!
Immediately, a righteous elder with hypocrisy and hypocrisy stepped forward.
"Immortal Master Liuli! Your apprentice, as the son of a demon, has been lurking in the Qingyun sect. You must not be a spy from the demon world!"
"That's right, now the dragons in the Demon Realm have no leader, and even the Demon Venerable is nowhere to be found. I'm afraid they were killed by the lightning of the Nine Heavens God!"
"Hand over this little bastard Yan Hanzhou! Otherwise..."
……
Hearing what those people said, Su Qinghuan carefully helped Yan Hanzhou into the arms of his eldest disciple Liu Haoran.
Then the woman swept across the crowd coldly, her expression as cold as ice.
"Hanzhou is my disciple, I don't allow it, who of you dares to move!"
"Do you want to taste the power of my magic whip?!"
Suddenly, a terrifying divine light condensed in the woman's palm!
This turned out to be the aura belonging to the cultivator of Transforming God!
Everyone present was dumbfounded!
(End of this chapter)
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