"Leave? How can I leave, master?" Yan Mu'an's tone was a little helpless, and then Yan Mu'an stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The Uncrowned King had already reacted, and then said angrily: "Stop whining, you can't leave today! There is plenty of room for you in the underworld!"
Yan Mu'an did not talk to the Wumian King, but said to Fanchuan, "Fanchuan, can you still move? As a teacher, open the spiritual stone that Master Xianjun left for you!
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Fanchuan said with difficulty and confusion: "How..."
"Stop talking, open it quickly!" Yan Muchan said eagerly: "When Lord Xianjun left for the southern planet, his return date had already been calculated, so when Lord Xianjun delivered the spirit stone to me
, I told you to open it in times of crisis, but I can’t tell you on weekdays unless..."
Yan Muchan then sighed and said, "Unless you are facing the disaster of life and death."
However, Fanchuan couldn't help but smile bitterly after hearing this. He didn't know what to say for a while, and felt somewhat sad in his heart.
"Have you had enough chatting? I'm tired of hearing this!" King Wu Mian suddenly roared, then suddenly ducked and attacked Yan Mu'an.
"Master, little..."
Before Fanchuan finished speaking, Yan Mu'an had already fought against the Uncrowned King. The fight between the two sides was fierce. However, Yan Mu'an was soon at a disadvantage. He was no match for the Uncrowned King. In addition, he had just blocked Fanchuan.
The punch was so heavy that Yan Mu'an was very powerless at the moment.
However, Yan Muchan still persisted, even though he was scarred.
Fanchuan saw it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart. There was a rage of anger burning in his body, but it was just burning. His efforts were in vain and his heart felt like a knife.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise, and Yan Mu'an was hit again. His body flew away and hit the wall next to Fanchuan, splashing layers of gravel and dust.
The blood had dyed Yan Mu'an's long white clothes red, and his beard was also tangled together under the dust. The previous immortal spirit was instantly wiped out.
This is also the first time Fanchuan has seen Yan Muchan suffer such a setback.
"Master!"
Fanchuan tried his best to scream, but accidentally his body rolled out from the depression in the stone wall, and his hands happened to hit Yan Mu'an's legs and feet.
At this time, Yan Mu'an was half-lying on the stone wall, having lost the ability to fight again. He was no different from Fanchuan, just like fish on an anvil, ready to be slaughtered.
"Master, Master... don't be like this..." Fan Chuan was even crying, one hand kept touching Yan Mu'an's feet, but Yan Mu'an did not respond to Fan Chuan in time.
After a while, the Uncrowned King seemed a little tired, and he kept roaring, as if to frighten everyone. Of course, because Fanchuan and Yan Muchan were no longer able to fight back, his arrogance continued to ferment.
"Master, why are you doing this? Master...ahem..."
Fanchuan was in pain, and with a violent cough, blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth again. However, Fanchuan ignored him and just pulled Yan Muan's legs and feet, trying to wake him up.
Finally, under Fanchuan's continuous shouting, Yan Mu'an's body moved, and then he slowly opened his eyes, but at this time, his expression only showed too much haggardness.
"Hit... open the spirit stone!" Yan Muchan said weakly.
Fanchuan finally shed tears at this moment, which shocked Fanchuan. Fanchuan once said to himself and made up his mind that he would never shed tears easily again. But at this moment, Fanchuan saw that
Seeing how miserable Yan Mu'an looked, he couldn't help but shed tears.
To Fanchuan, Yan Mu'an was just like Fanbie. Sometimes, he was even more intimate and important than Fanbie. Fanchuan knew clearly that when Fanbie passed away, he was not as painful as he is now.
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"Master, you...don't do this!" Fanchuan cried.
Yan Mu'an smiled bitterly, and then said: "Fan Chuan, don't... don't say these words, hurry up! Quick! Open the spirit stone..."
"Master, why are you so stupid...why do you want to come to the underworld with me?"
"Open the spirit stone quickly!"
However, at this moment, a burst of black smoke suddenly hit, with unparalleled pressure, the gravel on the shocking ground also jumped, and the space even appeared slightly distorted.
"Boy, you are quite tenacious, and you are so old!" The Uncrowned King flashed over, suddenly squatted down and stretched out his hand, suddenly caught Yan Mu'an's throat, and then directly lifted Yan Mu'an.
Get up and lift your feet off the ground.
"I will deal with you, the old immortal, first!" the Uncrowned King roared, his eyes already red with blood.
"Uh-huh..." Yan Mu'an's feet were off the ground, and his throat was stuck. He couldn't breathe. He was just struggling painfully, and his feet kept shaking.
When Fanchuan saw this, he felt extremely stinging. The anger in his heart had already overwhelmed everything, and his eyes turned blood red. However, the difference with the Uncrowned King was that the Uncrowned King's eyes were red from killing, while Fanchuan was killed.
Anger turned blood red.
"Let go of my master! Ahem..." Fanchuan struggled to stand up, but found that the bones in his chest seemed to have been broken and he could not support himself at all.
"Come at me! You crazy piece of trash!"
Fanchuan tried to stimulate the Wumian King, hoping to arouse his anger, but the Wumian King ignored Fanchuan and still held Yan Muan's throat tightly. At this time, Yan Muan's face looked helpless.
Breathing has already become livid.
"Uncrowned King! Let go!" Fanchuan's tone was close to hoarse.
However, the Uncrowned King still turned a deaf ear.
Fanchuan was already crying.
Under the torture, the restrained Yan Mu'an tried hard to speak out, but his words were a little unclear.
"Fanchuan... quickly... open... the spirit stone!"
At this moment, Fanchuan finally came to his senses and saw clearly that powerless begging was of no use. Not only could it not save the Master, but it would also easily lead to the Master's doom.
In desperation, Fanchuan firmly raised his trembling hand and slowly took out the spiritual stone left by Fanbie from his arms.
It's just that Fanchuan is puzzled. It's not like this spirit stone has never been opened before. Why does the master let him open it again now? But no matter how many doubts he has, there is no time to think about it now. He can only follow what Yan Mu'an said,
Let's see what happens in the end.
However, due to the collapse of the immortal energy in his body, Fanchuan was unable to control the immortal energy to open the spirit stone for a while, but the situation no longer allowed Fanchuan to worry too much.
Fanchuan was seen clenching his teeth, trying to transmit the immortal energy from his hands to open the spirit stone, but in just a moment, another mouthful of blood spit out from Fanchuan's mouth.
Fanchuan ignored him at all and still persisted. Finally, a weak golden light flashed in Fanchuan's hand. Although the immortal energy was very weak, it was enough to just open the spirit stone.
The spirit stone was slowly opened, and suddenly a dazzling golden light seemed to fall from the sky, piercing into the spirit stone.
When Yan Mu'an, whose throat was stuck, saw this scene, he stopped struggling and closed his eyes in relief.
It was at this moment that the Uncrowned King seemed to notice something strange and tried to stop Fanchuan, so he suddenly raised his other hand, clenched it into a thick fist, and let out the seeping black smoke.
Suddenly, it hit Yan Mu'an's chest.
"puff!"
Just heard a low sound, and looked at Yan Mu'an's chest. Black smoke and golden light crisscrossed in all directions, flashing a dazzling line of light, which shocked everyone. Speaking of Mu'an's chest, it was also because of the lack of a crown.
Wang's heavy punch caused his chest to dent into his body, and his appearance looked extremely terrifying.
Yan Mu'an closed his eyes tightly and stopped reacting. The blood from the corner of his mouth continued to flow outwards, dripping downward until it soaked into the ground covered with dust and gravel.
Immediately afterwards, the Uncrowned King roared angrily and casually dropped Yan Mu'an on the ground as if he was discarding a doll.
However, at the same time, Fanchuan on the side changed.
Surrounded by the dazzling golden light, I saw that the spirit stone began to undergo strange changes. First, it transformed into various forms out of thin air, and then emitted a large amount of fairy energy, which soaked into Fanchuan's body, like
It's absorbing, but also seems to be combining.
Immortal energy enveloped Fanchuan, causing Fanchuan to sit cross-legged unconsciously and close his eyes at the same time, as if he was going through an evolution. The gravel around was lifted up by the immortal energy and hovered in the air.
He flew into the air, isolated from the circle of immortal energy surrounding Fanchuan.
The air seemed to be stagnant at this moment.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this. They were confused about the situation for a while, curious and confused.
The Uncrowned King frowned even more, trying to touch Fanchuan, but was pushed back hard by the circle of immortal energy, and he unconsciously took a few steps back.
At this point, the Uncrowned King did not dare to approach recklessly anymore, but frowned and waited, as if he was waiting for an opportunity that didn't know when it would come.
At this time, Fanchuan, although he had no independent consciousness in his body, could clearly feel everything around him in his consciousness. Even the surprised King Wuyou not far away and the softly sobbing Yingbai were no longer there.
Fanchuan could clearly feel Yan Mu'an's signs of life, but his limbs were out of his control and could only quietly cross his legs in place.
But there is one thing that makes Fanchuan still amazed, that is, there is a steady stream of immortal energy in the spirit stone that is injected into his body, allowing his injuries to heal quickly, and there is a feeling of wanting to explode that always lingers in his heart.
This made Fanchuan a little confused.
"Is this what Master said about opening the spirit stone?"
Fanchuan muttered to himself secretly, but he didn't know when the spirit stone would stop transmitting immortal energy, because Fanchuan knew that if the amount of immortal energy transported was more than the body's cultivation level, not only would it not have any effect,
On the contrary, it will lead to the backlash of the immortal energy, which will lead to the madness, and the end will be even worse.
So while thinking about this, Fanchuan was a little worried.
But just as Fanchuan's doubts continued, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Fanchuan. It was his father, Fanbi...