The Immortal Binding Rope suddenly broke into several pieces, and Yun Wuya's cultivation level not only returned, but continued to soar.

In the middle stage of God Transformation, in the late stage of God Transformation, in the later stage of Great Perfection, and then break through to the fusion stage.

Early stage, middle stage, late stage...

The thin line between Yun Wuya's eyebrows is getting darker and darker, until at a certain moment, he breaks through the fusion and is promoted to the Mahayana period!

Xiao Tang looked dumbfounded.

"Yun Fake Immortal, into... into the devil?"

Oh my god!

What a bloodbath plot this is!

Xiaotang took a few deep breaths, it doesn't matter, it can be transferred back just after being enchanted. The big deal is that it will feed Yun Wuya a few bottles of god-level medicinal pills to get rid of the magic in him!

"Little slut, the old man wants you to die-"

The ancestor of the acacia, who had torn apart the man-eating flower, had been partially melted by the plant's digestive juice.

Her eyes and face were blurred into a ball, and her arms and half of her face also showed some bones. At this time, her appearance was extremely ugly.

After being calculated one after another, this old witch Yangou has lost her mind.

Although the eyes are blind, the monk can see all directions without using his eyes. The ancestor of Hehuan who released his consciousness quickly found the dying flower demon and rushed away in anger.

However, before she could get close to Nan Yuan, a bone-eroding and icy aura approached, and everything froze wherever she passed.

The ancestor of Hehuan turned around suddenly, and before she could see what it was, a murderous sword slashed diagonally in front of her.

Jian Xiu, who is one with sword and god, slanted through the body of the ancestor of Hehuan, and smashed it together with his primordial spirit.

Because of the extremely fast speed, the flesh body was divided into two parts, and it was too late to splash blood.

Xiao Tang looked dumbfounded.

"Squeaky! Yun Fake Immortal look at me!"

Yun Wuya didn't look at it, stretched out his hand and waved at it, untied the immortal rope on its body, and teleported to Nan Yuan.

Yun Wuya's red eyes have returned to normal, and the black line between his eyebrows has also disappeared, and he has become that cold and arrogant ruthless sword cultivator again, and he can't see the slightest symptoms of being obsessed.

And the reason why he can change back so quickly is very simple, he doesn't want to worry his junior sister.

"Junior sister..." Yun Wuya's voice trembled slightly.

He stretched out his hand and hugged the dying little flower demon into his arms, moving cautiously, but as soon as he lifted her up, his hand was stained with blood.

Yun Wuya's hands were shaking. He pressed against the opponent's back and continuously pumped spiritual power into it.

Nan Yuan's scattered gazes converged, and her body regained a trace of vitality.

She looked at the face in front of her, her lips were slightly open, and she could only speak in a weak voice, "Senior brother..."

"I'm here, my brother is here."

"Even if I die, no one else is allowed to interfere with Senior Brother, you are mine!"

Yun Wuya wanted to laugh, but couldn't. "How could I let others succeed. When did Junior Sister become so reckless? Junior Sister, you really shouldn't come."

"I'm...cough, this is just in case." Blood gushed from the corner of Nan Yuan's mouth, "I haven't even moved yet, don't think about it, old witch!"

Yun Wuya looked at her quietly, his eyes were like a fire burning through a prairie, and there was a dead silence.

"Senior brother, there is no need to show that I am about to die. You already know that my primordial spirit is strong, and it is not so easy to die... It's just a pity that this fleshly body, I don't know if I can continue to be a senior brother's junior sister in the future..."

There are monks falling every day on the Xiuxian Avenue, and the monks have long looked down on life and death.

But the cold and unsympathetic Jian Xiu was in pain at the moment.

A heart is pulled, it really hurts.

It was his incompetence that made his junior sister suffer such pain.

"You are the younger brother and sister for a lifetime, at any time."

Yun Wuya's blood-stained hand took off the hairpin on Nan Yuan's head, "Junior sister attaches herself to this hosta, and senior brother will take you back to Jianzong."

"it is good……"

After Nan Yuan said this good word, she slowly closed her eyes.

The next moment, her primordial spirit floated out of her dilapidated body.

Yun Wuya looked at her, slightly startled.

The primordial spirit that came out of Li Chu's body was very unfamiliar to Yun Wuya.

That face is unparalleled, and the bearing is unparalleled.

There are also those eyes, calm and indifferent as if there is no emotion, but it seems to have a fatal temptation, making people sink.

"Brother."

As soon as the senior brother said, although the tone was different and cooler, Yun Wuya was instantly certain that this was his junior sister.

When she called his senior brother, she always said this simply and simply, and she never learned the coquettish tone of other female nuns.

"It turns out that Junior Sister looks so good-looking..." Yun Wuya murmured and handed out the hairpin, "Junior Sister, come here."

The primordial spirit needs to be attached to the carrier, because the primordial spirit is stronger than the physical body, but it is also easier to destroy than the physical body.

Therefore, after those powerful monks are damaged, they will find a suitable monk to seize the house as soon as possible. Some are hidden in the treasure jade to nurture the primordial spirit and rebuild the physical body.

Nan Yuan didn't like the body that was snatched, and she preferred to choose the second method of rebirth.

I just don't know how long it will take to wait for her to cultivate a physical body. I wonder if my brother will wait until his hair turns white?

With a thought, Nan Yuan took out a blood jade from Li Chu's storage belt, "This blood jade is a gift from my brother after my brother and I formed a Taoist relationship. I like it very much, so let's use it. Even if it is possessed, I'm going to pick one that I like."

The younger sister died tragically, and Yun Wuya was in pain. Hearing this, he was a bit dumbfounded.

"Okay, listen to Junior Sister."

Yun Wuya looked at the blood jade in his hand, and after the junior sister possessed it, the blood jade was obviously a little colder.

He closed his five fingers and held the blood jade in the palm of his hand, as if he was holding the most precious thing in the world.

"Little Candy, let's go."

One person and one beast were about to leave, but at this moment, dark clouds gathered violently in the sky, and they were coming.

Yun Wuya's expression suddenly sank.

This scene is all too familiar to a monk.

Xiaotang has already called out, "It's a thunder calamity! Yun Fake Immortal, it's your thunder calamity! Even more than two great realms, this thunder calamity is the superposition of two thunder calamities!"

Yun Wuya squeezed Xueyu's hand tightly, and he had already made a decision in his heart.

"Little Tang, protect Junior Sister."

"Senior brother! You have nothing now, how can you resist the thunder tribulation!" Nan Yuan's worried voice came from the blood jade.

"Junior sister, you believe me, wait for me to come back."

Yun Wuya put the blood jade through a silk thread and hung it on Xiaotang, and then set up a heavy protective formation, and then ran wildly into the distance.

The Almighty Jianxiu took a dozen steps, and the dark clouds accumulated in the air also drifted quickly.

Xiaotang wiped her Xiaodou eyes, suddenly feeling sad.

This scene is a little familiar, it reminds me of a stinky child.

"Little Tang, take me to find senior brother!" Nan Yuan's voice was low and firm.

Xiaotang can indeed easily take Nanyuan to shuttle now, but what are you going to do, to be struck by lightning?

It seems that it is time for Yuanyuan to know how awesome she is!

With a wave of Xiaotang's paw, a body that looked exactly like Nanyuan Yuanshen was taken out of the space by it.

The body was well maintained, and the complexion was ruddy, as if he had just fallen asleep.

"This is……"

Xiaotang suddenly became excited, "It's Yuanyuan's body! Does Yuanyuan want to save Yun Fake Immortal? Do you want to kill the demon cultivators who are looking for death like the ancestors of Hehuan? Do you want to kill the Quartet and unify the cultivation world? As long as the body and soul are one , as long as the body and soul are one, everything is not a problem!"

Nan Yuan came out of the blood jade and looked at the body.

She has many questions in her mind.

But because she was worried about Yun Wuya, Nan Yuan didn't ask any further questions and plunged into her own body.

After a while, the woman on the ground opened her eyes with a swoosh, a pair of red pupils flashed bloodthirsty cold light, and a string of ancient golden runes flashed in the blood, and finally spread out abruptly.

Nan Yuan sat up, those **** eyes slowly turned and landed on Xiao Tang.

Xiaotang groaned in his heart, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.