The pitch-black claws pierced through Baili Changhuan's heart.
He forced himself to finish the last stroke and slammed the talisman heavily on Gu Xingyun.
Large mouthfuls of blood spurted out, and he swung his sword behind him with all his strength, but he only managed to temporarily force back the ferocious beast.
The white clothes were dyed red in the blink of an eye. Gu Xingyun seemed a little dazed and raised his hand to touch him.
"Junior, Junior Master..."
Baili Changhuan knelt down weakly, using the sword in his hand to support himself on the ground, and took out a token from his arms with difficulty.
"Don't, don't be afraid...you'll be fine."
With every word he spoke, more blood flowed, but he was still comforting Gu Xingyun.
Yan Huailiu knelt beside him and cried loudly: "Chang Huan, Chang Huan..."
More and more ferocious beasts gathered around, but Gu Xingyun's gaze only stayed on Baili Changhuan's chest.
He reached out to cover the bleeding wound: "Junior Master..."
Baili Changhuan smiled at him, crushed the token in his hand, and cursed fiercely: "Go back and save your apprentice!"
The space around him distorted for a moment, and the next second, his original body appeared out of thin air.
He seemed to be toasting with someone, holding the glass cup in his hand, with a confused look on his face.
But the body's reaction ability is much faster than the brain. The moment the group of monsters attacked, the original body subconsciously fought back.
With Wen Yue in hand, more than a dozen ferocious beasts were killed in the blink of an eye.
He slowly descended with Wen Yue in his arms, frowning at the two miserable people. After seeing Baili Changhuan's situation clearly, he raised his foot and kicked Gu Xingyun.
"Is that how you do things?"
Gu Xingyun fell to the ground, and knelt down again in just a second without saying a word.
Baili Changhuan was already breathing in more than out. He said weakly, "From now on, don't bully them. Your disciples are all very good. You should... ahem, treat them as family..."
Yan Huailiu was anxious beside him: "Don't talk anymore, Chang Huan, don't talk anymore, Yan Huailiu! Save him!"
Gu Xingyun's eyes were red. He kowtowed in the direction of his original body and dared only look at the ground: "Master, please save my junior uncle."
"I don't need you to teach me how to do things!" The original body cursed, raising his chin slightly: "Isn't he still alive? What's the rush?"
Yan Huailiu was extremely anxious and was about to curse, but he saw spiritual power gathering at the fingertips of the original body. The spiritual power circled around the joints twice, which was clearly the manifestation of the operation of the Crimson Pearl Mysterious Sutra.
He felt a little relieved and squatted beside his original body to comfort Baili Changhuan opposite him.
"Don't be afraid, Chang Huan. Even if he only goes through the Crimson Pearl Sutra once, you can still stand up and curse him with all your might."
The original body walked slowly to Baili Changhuan, looked down at him, and sneered deliberately.
"Aren't you usually very good at pretending? Don't you like to wear all white? Why aren't you pretending now? Beg me, beg me and I will save you."
Yan Huailiu was so angry that he yelled at him: "What time is it! And you're still talking like this!"
The original body squatted in front of Baili Changhuan, lifted his chin with the hilt of the sword, and the other hand was already pressing on Baili Changhuan's wrist.
Even though he was clearly ready to transfer his spiritual energy, he still had to say a few more rude words: "I thought you would never ask for help in this life? You crushed the token that can only be used once in a lifetime, and why are you in such a hurry to summon me?"
Baili Changhuan's breathing steadied a bit, and his original body continued, "I haven't even heard a single blessing from you yet. What's the matter? After all these years at Wuya Peak, have you thrown all the rules you learned into oblivion? You're getting even more outrageous!"
Baili Changhuan raised the corner of his lips and silently uttered a curse word.
Before he could say anything else, his face suddenly changed, and he used all his strength to grab the original person's shoulders and threw him behind him.
Everything happened so fast that even Yan Huailiu, who had been watching from the side, did not react. He only heard that faint call.
"Senior Brother."
Baili Changhuan had half of his body in the beast's mouth. When he turned around, he saw himself being swallowed whole.
"Junior Master--" Gu Xingyun was the first to speak.
The voice was shrill.
Yan Huailiu didn't know what Gu Xingyun's attitude towards Baili Changhuan was in this world. He only knew that the madness and despair that had been suppressed appeared in Gu Xingyun's eyes again.
Everything that happened next was like fast forward.
The original body went crazy and slaughtered all the monsters in Zixiao Peak, not letting a single living creature go. Then he collected all the broken corpses of the monsters and flew away.
Gu Xingyun knelt there for a long time without moving, until he could no longer hear any sound around him. Then he walked into the depths of the valley with a cold face and dragged his broken body.
Yan Huai had almost run out of tears and followed him sobbing.
No wonder, no wonder Baili Changhuan was never mentioned again in the original book. It turned out that he died here.
Just a little bit, just a little bit to save it.
Several stone pillars stand neatly in the depths of the valley, and in the middle of each hollow stone pillar lies a box emitting demonic energy.
Yan Huailiu suppressed his sadness and stared at Gu Xingyun's actions.
Watching him open the boxes and then put them away one by one.
"Ha, hahahaha... Yan Huailiu, I said, I don't owe you anything. You blamed me for the death of my master, and I took it on myself and paid the price. Now... it's your turn."
"Master Junior's life, and all of our lives, you should slowly pay it back..."
In the empty valley, the laughter was particularly creepy. He laughed until tears of blood came out, and his laughter made Yan Huailiu silent the whole time.
He followed Gu Xingyun back, watching him talk about Zixiao Peak with his fellow apprentices, watching those little brats crying and holding their heads in their hands, and then resolutely swallowing the things he brought back from the valley.
Yan Huailiu finally knew what Gu Xingyun had eaten before, the inner elixirs of those demons.
That’s why their practice went so smoothly later on.
He watched Gu Xingyun stumbling over and over as he drew the talisman that Baili Changhuan had previously cast on him, helping his fellow apprentices suppress the demonic energy within their bodies.
Watching a few half-grown children in the small room transform their grief into hatred, vowing to make the original body pay for its blood with blood.
Yan Huailiu's eyes were sore, and he stood beside and murmured softly: "He saved him, he didn't let Chang Huan die on purpose."
But Baili Changhuan finally died to save his original body.
Yan Huailiu felt very uncomfortable and forced himself to remember the key information from this sad memory.
"It's almost over."
The scene in front of him gradually became illusory. He raised his hands to cover his eyes, waiting for his consciousness to return.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was still stuck in the plot.
The previously festive and lively banquet hall was now filled with the corpses of monsters and blood everywhere. The monks were in panic, either screaming or vomiting, not even daring to curse.
The original body stood on the table with cold eyes. Wen Yue shuttled through the crowd, stabbing some people in the fatal spots from time to time.
A group of monks cried out and joined forces to resist his attack.
Yan Huailiu could no longer hear what his original body said. He closed his eyes, not daring to look at the tragic scene that was like hell on earth.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw a familiar scene.
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