Jun Yanzhi was silent for a long time, rested his cheek on his shoulder, and gently stroked his hair: "Does it hurt?"

"No." His fingers shuttled through his hair, and Wen Jing only felt the roots of his hair trembling, causing his scalp to numb. He whispered, "Brother, don't you hate me?"

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head for a long time, and said slowly: "I wish I could kill you."

Wen Jing's eyes were wet: "...I know."

"You don't have any..." Jun Yanzhi held him tightly, gritted his teeth and whispered a few words, then immediately stopped and pursed his lips.

Wen Jing looked at him bitterly.

"Why did you save me again?" Jun Yanzhi whispered in his ear, "Don't you hate me? You always thought that I wanted to harm your master and brothers, and you wanted to kill me?"

"...I was wrong, brother." New pains and old wounds mixed together, and Wen Jing confessed in confusion.

The warm face slowly approached, and suddenly, Wen Jing's lips were licked gently, and then quickly grabbed, like an electric current passing through. The body was hugged tighter, the wound was pulled so painfully, and he couldn't make a sound.

"He Ling wants to kill me, why don't you let me die?"

"I was wrong, brother." The voice was slightly higher, a little excited.

"You hurt me and saved me. What on earth are you thinking?"

"I——"

The hand on his waist groped down, pulled the tight belt on his pants, and slowly grasped the thing lurking in the soft hair. The thing was soft, but it felt good to touch. Jun Yanzhi's breathing suddenly became rapid. He pulled open Wen Jing's shirt with his left hand, leaned on his chest, and gently held a vermilion bean

in his mouth. Wen Jing had at least twenty deep and shallow scars on his body caused by Si Mingfeng. It was very painful to pull it. He bit his lips tightly, but Jun Yanzhi touched his crotch lightly, burning a fierce evil fire. He couldn't help but move his legs. The wounds were rubbed so hard that they hurt, but the desire for that thing was getting hotter and hotter, and there was no relief.

He gritted his teeth in pain.

Jun Yanzhi held the little bean in his mouth and ravaged and ravaged it. His fingers were clenched into a ring, tightly clamping the thing that was gradually becoming half hard under Wen Jing's crotch. He covered his lower body on it, and the two people's hot genitals were pressed together through a thin layer of pants, and they could vaguely feel each other's trembling.

Wen Jing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the moan that was about to come out was caught in his teeth.

Jun Yanzhi's lips had already kissed up, and his tongue drove straight in to plunder and invade. His arms were around his waist, and even his genitals were tightly pressing and oppressing his. Every move was declaring his dominance.

Wen Jing was breathless from his kiss, and his body was in pain from the friction. He thought: Didn't I let you be the one on top a long time ago? What are you in such a hurry now?

Jun Yanzhi's breathing became faster again. He ripped off Wen Jing's underwear without mercy, and quickly took off his own clothes. He pressed on him and pushed his legs apart.

"Senior brother..." Wen Jing was in so much pain that he couldn't tell whether it was more painful or lustful. His body hurt so much that it seemed to split apart, and the burning reaction under his crotch made him want to unite immediately. The feeling of ice and fire made him split in two.

But this man was Jun Yanzhi, and he wanted it no matter how painful it was.

The two kissed each other tightly again, their lips and tongues rolling in each other's mouths, their genitals rubbing against each other, and their movements were pale and hot. Jun Yanzhi held the two men's hard things together, lifted his waist, and stroked from bottom to top, again and again.

The wound on Wen Jing's back and waist was rubbed sorely, and his legs were slightly numb, but nothing could compare to the stimulation under his crotch at this moment. He didn't dare to shout or make a sound, and lowered his head to let Jun Yanzhi take him to the climax, his eyes slightly moist.

They both ejaculated once, making the quilt sticky. Jun Yanzhi's tongue was still in Wen Jing's mouth, his arms tightly wrapped around him, hugging him and breathing softly.

The lust gradually dissipated, the pain suddenly became obvious, and the body was firmly controlled. Wen Jing's face was a little pale and a little blue, and he gritted his teeth and wiped his face.

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head, buried in the quilt, doing something unknown, while Wen Jing waited quietly. Suddenly, there was a cool touch outside his back garden, but it was accompanied by a strange itching sensation. Before Wen Jing could figure out what was going on, a slippery finger slowly pushed in.

The finger was smeared with something, half cool and half numb, and it went in section by section. It was a little painful when it first went in, but gradually it felt a little comfortable, moving slowly.

Wen Jing felt a little uncomfortable, as if something foreign was touching him. He knew very well that this finger was here to invade him... but it was Jun Yanzhi's finger, and Wen Jing owed him a lot, so what if he invaded it?

The fingers slowly moved in the anus, and Wen Jing let out a slight moan, but quickly held it back. He had never studied what it felt like for a man to make love in his previous life, and he had no idea in this life. It turned out that having his anus rubbed like this was actually a bit comfortable? It seemed as if his body didn't need to use any strength at all, and the strong touch and desire kept coming, wave after wave. I don't know when the clone raised its head, and it stood erect in Jun Yanzhi's hand greedily, revealing a part of the glans.

Then, the fingers that were moving were suddenly pulled out, and the anus seemed to contract uncontrollably, and a feeling of emptiness came instantly.

Jun Yanzhi couldn't wait any longer, and once again held Wen Jing's tongue in his mouth and pressed his hard object against the mouth of the anus. The two kissed deeply, Jun Yanzhi thrust his waist forward and slowly entered.

Wen Jing's face turned pale, but he gritted his teeth

and held back. It hurt so much, almost as much as the wounds on his body... "Junior brother..." Jun Yanzhi pressed him hard and slowly pushed forward.

That thing was really big, and it took a long time to reach the bottom, almost making people faint from the pain. Wen Jing wiped the cold sweat from his head, but saw Jun Yanzhi biting his lips with heat, as if he was in so much pain that he couldn't wait any longer. Wen Jing hurriedly said, "Senior brother, I'm fine, you start."

Jun Yanzhi lowered his head and kissed him, and whispered: "You ask me if I hate you?"

"Yeah..."

"I hate you so much that I want to fuck you to death." Jun Yanzhi closed his eyes, hugged Wen Jing tightly, and moved.

Neither of them had any experience before, and the bed was a mess. Jun Yanzhi had been patient for so many years, and today he finally exploded. He was so angry that he certainly showed no mercy in his actions.

The more he attacked, the more unsatisfactory it became. He wanted to hear Wen Jing scream and beg for mercy, wanted to hear him say sweet words and say that he liked him, wanted to see him unable to control himself and come to him for more, but he just kept his mouth shut and said nothing!

Jun Yanzhi tormented for more than an hour, and released twice more in Wen Jing's body, then rested on top of him. Having just vented his emotions, he finally calmed down: "...Does it hurt?"

Wen Jing felt a little dizzy, and was so paralyzed that he couldn't even lift a finger: "...It's okay."

Jun Yanzhi opened his mouth. "Do you like me?" The words were stuck in my teeth, but I never asked them in the end.

He half sat up and pressed Wen Jing, saying bitterly: "Don't think that you can let it go. You hurt me before, and today I must make you compensate me."

"...Yes." Wen Jing nodded, his eyes a little wet, "I hurt you, it's my lifelong regret."

Jun Yanzhi whispered: "Don't think that saying 'regret' and apologizing can offset it."

"Yes." Wen Jing nodded again, "I know."

The two looked deeply at each other for a while, and then kissed tightly. A sleepless

night.

After all, the body's ability to withstand is limited, not to mention being injured again. After tossing and turning for several hours, Wen Jing finally couldn't stand it anymore, and whispered: "Brother, you play slowly, I'm tired and I'll sleep for a while."

Then, his head drooped and he fainted.

"Junior brother?" Before falling into a dark dream, he heard a nervous call.

When he regained consciousness, it was already daybreak, and he didn't know how much time had passed. Wen Jing moved his body, and the pain seemed to ease a little, but the slightest pull still hurt. He thought it was a good thing that he was not dead, and turned his head slightly, but was startled.

Jun Yanzhi was lying beside him, looking at him motionlessly, his eyes were swollen, and his face was full of tear marks, that way... he looked like he had just cried.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Jun Yanzhi closed his eyes, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was sour and hoarse: "You have been in a coma for two days and two nights."

"..." Wen Jing whispered, "Did you get scared?"

"...Yeah."

Everything was finally calm.

Wen Jing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his whole body felt like it was falling apart. Does this count as a reconciliation, or not?

The room was dim and without much light, but it seemed quiet and comfortable. The big turtle lay quietly on the ground, chewing fruit, his body steady and motionless, which made people feel peaceful.

Jun Yanzhi lay down on the bed, closed his eyes to rest, and held Wen Jing tightly in his arms. Wen Jing didn't dare to say much, nor did he dare to move. He half-closed his eyes and stared blankly. Jun Yanzhi

's skin was fair, and he looked elegant when wearing a green shirt. However, when he took off his clothes, it was clear that he had been practicing swordsmanship for many years. After all, he was an immortal cultivator, with solid muscles, and was no less impressive than those who practiced martial arts.

Wen Jing looked up for a while, but in the end he didn't dare to touch it randomly, and leaned against it obediently.

Jun Yanzhi looked up at the big turtle and said softly: "This big turtle was dead that day, how come it is alive again?"

"Yes... alive again." Wen Jing couldn't help but hold his forehead.

Jun Yanzhi half-squinted his eyes, but his expression was a little solemn: "There is something strange about this."

"What's wrong?"

"This turtle is my monster, and it will lose its perception once it dies. At that time, Wen Renmu said that the turtle was dead, but I couldn't detect it for a moment, so I was sure that the turtle was dead."

"Someone is affecting your perception."

Jun Yanzhi said lightly: "If you want to cut off the perception between me and the monster, your cultivation must be at least higher than mine."

"..." Are there few such people?

Jun Yanzhi got out of bed, picked up the turtle calmly, looked at it, and brought it to Wen Jing: "Look and see if this turtle is the same one as before."

Isn't this your own turtle?

Wen Jing said firmly: "No need to look... Senior Brother, I have lived with this turtle for several years. Not to mention the pattern of its shell, even its temperament, habits, and small movements have not changed at all. It must be the same one as before."

Jun Yanzhi paced lightly in the room: "Could it be that this turtle really came back to life?"

"What did you think of?"

Jun Yanzhi thought for a while, then smiled again: "It's okay, maybe I think too much."

He got on the bed with his clothes on, lay down next to Wen Jing, and closed his eyes.

Wen Jing suddenly remembered something that had been bothering him for a long time. Seeing that Jun Yanzhi was in a good mood, he said softly, "Brother, you once said that you... uh... 'are guilty of heinous crimes, and anyone can punish you.' Who told you that?"

"Why are you asking this?" Jun Yanzhi frowned slightly.

"Just asking casually."

"...I've thought so since I was a child."

"Is that how you think of yourself? Why?"

Jun Yanzhi's voice was low and bitter: "Don't say it... ok?"

"...Okay, if you don't want to say it, forget it." Wen Jing hugged his waist tightly and rubbed his head again.

Jun Yanzhi was silent for a long time, and finally said: "...When I was a child, I thought I was the murderer who killed more than 400 people in Hengyang Palace."

Wen Jing whispered: "Did you lose your memory when you were a child?"

"Maybe I lost my memory, maybe my memory was sealed by someone, anyway, I can't remember clearly, I vaguely remember a few fragments, but not all. I didn't remember everything until I saw the scene of the disciples of Shuiyue Palace in Bafeng Cliff killing each other three years ago." Jun Yanzhi said calmly, as if it had nothing to do with him, and tilted his head to look at the gap between the window and the door.

"...So that's it."

Wen Jing looked at the roof without moving.

The system's character value should not be the system's evaluation of a person, but the person's evaluation of himself.

Unless this is the case, there is no way to explain the sentence "the crime is so heinous that anyone can punish it."

Thinking about it this way, all the inconsistencies can actually make sense...

Jun Yanzhi has believed since he was a child that he killed his parents and sister, how could he not think that his crime is unforgivable? When people mentioned the tragic case of Hengyang Palace, they all said in unison that "the child should have been killed earlier." Over time, he thought that "anyone can punish him." But when Jun Yanzhi heard these words, how could he bear it?

Wen Jing said anxiously in his mind: "The character value here is not determined by you, but by their own opinions! What the hell is this?"

A line of words appeared in his mind: "The character value system is completely in line with the settings of the original text and has not violated any rules. Please refer to the original text of "The Tribulation of All Life" Chapter 245, paragraph 18."

An original text box popped up.

This paragraph is Duan Xuan's memories. He and Lu Zhen quarreled over the issue of murder. Lu Zhen said: "Good and evil, right and wrong all have their own concepts, especially when the standpoint is different, the behavior is naturally different. What you think is right, I may not agree, and it is difficult to convince anyone. No matter what others say, you still have to have your own opinions."

In other words, everyone has different standards, and it is difficult for the system to make a decision, so just put out everyone's opinions about themselves.

Wen Jing's mind was in disarray, and he was slightly angry. The -1000 character value did not represent Jun Yanzhi's character at all, but his fear and guilt.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

Another line of words appeared in his mind: "No comment."

"Under normal circumstances, shouldn't character be measured based on my standards of good and evil?"

"The amount of calculation is too large, and the system level is not high enough."

"..."

Another line of words slowly appeared in his mind: "The host successfully identified the character value system, the hidden mission was completed, and the system's 'retire after success' ending was triggered. Congratulations to the host for completing the main mission of 'finding the devil' and the branch mission of 'persuading the devil'. Please take care of yourself and see you later."

Without warning, the mind was dark.

The big turtle on the ground suddenly raised its head, and after a long time, it continued to chew the fruit.

Wen Jing shook his head and tried to call a few more times, but his mind was as quiet as a pool of dead water, and everything disappeared without a trace.

Just like that?

Inexplicably, he felt reluctant...

This "self-defense system" never forced him to do anything, but often reminded him. Although it would occasionally cause trouble, it was generally not annoying, and it always felt like it wanted to say something but couldn't.

Wen Jing sat up quietly.

"Where are you going?" Jun Yanzhi put his arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.

"...I'll cook you a bowl of noodles." Wen Jing comforted him softly.

Jun Yanzhi had a miserable childhood, so it is not difficult to understand why he feels so insecure now. The sword that stabbed him a few days ago must have caused him a fatal injury, otherwise he would not have given up and wanted to die...

It hurt his heart and there is no way to repair it, and it is useless to regret it now.

Jun Yanzhi was about to answer, but his voice suddenly became low: "Don't go... It's too late."

"What do you mean late?"

Suddenly, a strong surge of spiritual energy came from outside the door.

Wen Jing turned around immediately: "Who is it?"

There were shadows between the curtains, and many monks could be vaguely seen falling to the ground. It seemed that a lot of people had gathered.

"They are all here." Jun Yanzhi said softly.

"Jun Yanzhi, come out and talk." It was Xi Fang's steady voice.

Wen Jing looked around. The mountain was filled with a huge crowd of monks, blocking out the sky and the sun, and had surrounded the small house.

"What's going on? Did He Ling report you?" Wen Jing raised his sword from the bedside. One step of chaos leads to another. Is the finale of killing Jun Yanzhi coming sooner?

Jun Yanzhi didn't care. He pressed Wen Jing tightly on the bed and kissed him.

"What are you doing?"

"Stay here and don't move."

Wen Jing pulled him nervously: "What are you going to do?"

"I'll pick you up after I defeat them." Jun Yanzhi picked up the hairband on the ground and tied it up. He gently pushed Wen Jing and set up a barrier on the edge of the bed.

"You can't beat them!" Wen Jing was pushed against the wall unexpectedly. Seeing himself locked up, he was stunned for a moment. "Brother Jun, don't tell me that you arranged all this, right?"

Jun Yanzhi smiled faintly: "Elder Yuan Ying has not come out of retreat, so these people are not a problem. I also want to ask Xi Fang something."

"No!" Wen Jing tore the barrier fiercely and said angrily: "Brother, listen to me, Sect Master Xi has a treasure 'Zhu Xian Tower', which is very powerful..."

"How powerful is it?"

"It has Samadhi True Fire!"

Xi Fang's steady voice came from outside the door: "Jun Yanzhi, come out."

Jun Yanzhi reached into the barrier and kissed him, vaguely said "Don't worry", and walked out without looking back.

"Do you want to die by yourself and leave me alone!"

The door was closed with a "bang".

"Jun Yanzhi!"

The big turtle suddenly raised its head and looked at Wen Jing.

Wen Jing was panting heavily, trying his best to calm down. Jun Yanzhi thought that no one in the Qingxu Sword Sect could be his opponent, but he didn't know that Xi Fang had the powerful magic weapon "Zhuxian Tower" left by Qingxuzi. Xi Fang is now showing such a big posture, and he is determined to put him to death...

He was suddenly panicked and could hardly control himself. This irresponsible man! Just after having sex with him, do you want him to be a widow?

Desperately tearing the solid barrier, but to no avail. Although the Xuantian Mosquito can bite through the barrier, it is not in the room now. Jun Yanzhi let it go out to play...

This damn guy, it turns out that everything was planned by him!

Wen Jing couldn't bear it any longer and let out a loud cry, sitting on the bed in a coma.

After a long time.

Suddenly, a faint "buzzing" sound came from the corner. Wen Jing turned his head and saw a small black dot flying up, circling in the air in a daze, as if it was a little confused about the situation.

Wen Jing was so angry that he laughed: "Come here quickly and help me bite through the barrier!"

The other Xuantian mosquitoes were driven out by Jun Yanzhi to play. I don't know if it was just because they were slow or because they were abandoned by their companions. I don't know when they flew back and have been hiding in the corner to sleep.

When the mosquito saw Wen Jing calling, it hurriedly shook its head and flew over to land on his hand.

"You idiot who only cares about pleasing others, bite through the barrier quickly!" Wen Jing smiled and pointed to a layer of light green barrier on the edge of the bed.

The mosquito immediately swatted it away.

The

stone house was silent for a long time, and then the door opened gently. Everyone looked solemn, holding the sword in their hands tightly, and looked on alertly. Liu Qianmo stood in the crowd, his face pale without a trace of blood, and whispered: "Is Junior Brother Jun really a demon cultivator?"

He Ling frowned and said nothing.

After a while, a young man in his twenties walked out of the stone house, wearing a simple blue shirt and a light and elegant look. He glanced at the people around him, stayed on He Ling and Liu Qianmo for a moment, and closed the door casually.

Everyone was a little hesitant. Such a person with an extraordinary temperament is the legendary demon cultivator who kills without blinking an eye? Is there something wrong?

Jun Yanzhi's expression was harmless as usual, and there was no murderous intent in his expression. He glanced at Wen Renmu who was standing next to Xi Fang, smiled faintly and said, "Is Senior Brother Wenren in good health?"

Wen Renmu's face turned pale and blue, and his lips trembled with fear. He said, "Jun Yanzhi, you don't have to act like you usually do. Today is the day you die."

Jun Yanzhi smiled and said, "I don't understand what Senior Brother Wenren is saying."

"Do you think you can keep it a secret? I..."

Xi Fang glanced at him slowly, and Wen Renmu gritted his teeth and closed his mouth.

Jun Yanzhi always looked like he was not interested in the world, and today he didn't look nervous at all. He looked at Xi Fang without saying a word, and Xi Fang looked back at him without saying a word.

The disciples watched the two of them going up and down, enjoying the breeze quietly in the mountains. They didn't dare to disturb them, and they didn't make any noise.

After a long time, Xi Fang finally spoke: "Yanzhi, what do you want to say to me today?"

Jun Yanzhi was silent for a moment, and bowed slightly: "Now that things have come to this, I don't want to hide it anymore. I just want to ask the sect master one thing, and I hope the sect master can tell me the truth."

"Go ahead."

"After the destruction of Hengyang Palace, did the sect master save me?"

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing why the matter would be related to Hengyang Palace. Some people couldn't even remember what Hengyang Palace was, but they didn't dare to whisper and waited for the next words.

Xi Fang's face showed a faint emotion, very faint, and hard to grasp, like sadness, grief and anger. After a long time, he finally spoke: "...Yes, it was indeed me who saved you."

"Disciple wants to know what happened back then."

Xi Fang looked at the disciples around him and sighed softly, as if he had carried a heavy burden for many years. He finally said: "I was soft-hearted at the time, which led to this. I am to blame. It has come to this point today. It would be unfair to everyone to continue to hide it. It is time to speak out."

Jun Yanzhi bowed again: "Disciple is all ears."

Everyone stared at Xi Fang tightly, without making a sound. No matter what he said now, it would surely cause a shocking wave.

"Your father and I didn't know each other until we met. We were good friends and it was a pity that we met too late. Once, we agreed to have a drink at Hengyang Palace, but I arrived at night because of something in Jianzong. Unexpectedly, when I arrived, corpses were everywhere and Hengyang Palace was completely destroyed."

Xi Fang paused and continued, "I thought it was a bit strange at the time. The expressions of these corpses were fierce and brutal, not like the appearance of normal death. I didn't have time to think too much. I searched for a long time in the mountains and finally found the bodies of you, your father, mother and sister."

"What happened next?"

"Later... when I was about to bury you, I found that your spirit was still there. I felt a little comforted, thinking that your father finally had descendants, so I brought you back to Xunyang Mountains. I wanted you to tell me who the murderer was who destroyed Hengyang Palace that night after you woke up."

Jun Yanzhi looked at him, and the sadness in the air became more and more intense.

"I was taking good care of you, but a few days later, before you woke up, word spread that you were the culprit for the destruction of Hengyang Palace. I know you were born with some demonic energy, and when you were a child, you caused people to kill each other. The look on your body that night was clearly that of a madman. I thought about it for a long time, and I really couldn't bear to destroy your father's only bloodline with my own hands, nor did I have the heart to let you remember... "I know what happened that night, so I sealed your memory and left it in the Xunyang Mountains, hoping that you would forget everything."

Jun Yanzhi smiled faintly: "Unfortunately, I still remember my identity, but I don't know what happened that night." He paused and said, "Why did the Sect Master let me join the Qingxu Sword Sect? You left me in the Xunyang Mountains, is it also for observation?"

"When the mountain gate was opened that year, you came to the Sword Sect to become its disciple. I was extremely depressed and didn't know what to do with you. In terms of talent and comprehension, you are a rare talent that only appears once in a century. It would be a pity to waste you, but it would also put the Sword Sect in danger at any time. I thought about it for a long time and decided to accept you and observe you. I didn't expect that more than ten years would pass, and you acted low-key, strictly abided by the rules of the sect, cared for your fellow disciples, and never caused any trouble. I gradually felt relieved."

Liu Qianmo listened calmly, with a layer of mist in his eyes.

Xi Fang finished telling the story and said seriously, "Now that the truth has been revealed, I just want to ask you one question in person: The five major sects have been repeatedly harmed by the demon cultivators in the past few years. Was it you who did it in secret?"

Jun Yanzhi burst out two words: "Yes."

Everyone was immediately furious, some looked at him in disbelief, and the impatient ones shouted restlessly.

"You hurt people first, and then you save them?"

"Nonsense! For what? Reputation? The treasure given by the head?"

"Awesome, really awesome! This method is so sinister and refreshing!" Some of them even showed a slight admiration, but were immediately looked at by the peak masters, and the older disciples hurriedly stopped them.

"This is a demon cultivator, what are you thinking?"

"He can kill you at any time!"

Xi Fang said slowly: "The Qingxu Sword Sect is committed to upholding justice and eradicating demon cultivators. I was careless back then, which led to today's disaster. The responsibility is all on me. Yanzhi, good and evil cannot coexist, and I have no way out."

Jun Yanzhi looked at the restless crowd and said: "Thank you, Sect Master Xi, for not killing me back then. Unfortunately, I have important matters to attend to and cannot become a prisoner of the lower class."

Before he finished speaking, Xi Fang drew his long sword.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, and more than a dozen people rushed towards Jun Yanzhi.

In the room, the sword energy and wind made the stone house hang in the balance, the sound of breaking and whirring wind intertwined, and the ground shook. The mosquitoes struggled to pierce the barrier, and Wen Jing hurriedly urged: "Hurry up, the fight has started!"

The big turtle had already crawled over, opened its mouth and bit the barrier desperately.

Finally, the barrier was torn open, and Wen Jing struggled to get out.

With a "boom", the roof collapsed, a big hole was broken, and stones and dust fell down, hitting the cold and hard ground, deafening. There

was a dull groan of pain outside the door, the sound was so familiar, Wen Jing pursed his lips and dared not look out.

He hurriedly wrote two lines on the table, rolled up the paper and stuffed it into the turtle's mouth, saying, "Help me take care of Brother Jun. Don't let him go crazy or die."

He stuffed the turtle into the storage bag on the table, tied the bag, and threw it off the cliff from the window. Another painful groan came from outside the door, and

Wen Jing gritted his teeth and rushed out.

A huge black tower was spinning above his head, and the thousands of golden threads it emitted entangled Jun Yanzhi tightly, making him unable to move. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his waist, as if something had pierced through his heart and lungs.

"Ah——!"

The inner demon slowly rose up and transformed into countless powerful ghosts in his mind. Jun Yanzhi shook his head and whispered, "Can't go crazy... Can't go crazy... Junior Brother is nearby..."

If you can't go crazy, you will die.

His left arm was stabbed by something again, and blood spurted out.

This black tower is really powerful. It just rose from Xi Fang's hand and enlarged, trapping him and making him unable to move. If this continues, I'm afraid I'll die...

Jun Yanzhi's body was full of demonic energy, but he couldn't do anything about the tightly entangled threads. With a little force, the demonic energy rushed out like a sharp blade, and the leader of Nanyan Peak not far away immediately cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

"Master!" Lu Changqing looked at Xi Fang indifferently.

"Kill him." Xi Fang said in a deep voice.

Suddenly, the sword energy in the air passed by like a long rainbow, and the sound of wind whistled in the ears. The disciples with lower cultivation screamed and fell to the ground.

"Junior Brother Jing!" Liu Qianmo shouted, "Go back to your room!"

Wen Jing held the long sword in his hand, his underwear stained with blood, and shouted fiercely: "No one is allowed to bully Jun Yanzhi!"

He looked handsome, but at this moment his aura was as powerful as thunder and lightning, making him look like a god, making people respect him. Especially the long sword in his hand, which was emitting the five elements of light and changing constantly. It was clearly a sharp weapon of the immortals. Xi

Fang whispered, "Sword of the Heart?"

Wen Jing silently repeated in his mind how to escape from the Immortal-Extermination Tower, thinking, "I can't die, I can't die, I can't die." He rushed towards the giant tower and said loudly, "Brother Jun, watch the big turtle for me!"

The sword energy hit the giant tower, making a shocking collision sound. The eardrums of the disciples with low cultivation seemed to be pierced, and they felt dizzy and fell to the ground, covering their heads.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the sky, covering Wen Jing's figure completely.

The thousands of golden threads that were tightly wrapped around Jun Yanzhi disappeared immediately, and he immediately flew into the air, shouting in panic, "Brother!" Then, with a "clang", a black object fell from the sky and hit the ground.

Liu Qianmo stood up staggeringly, only to see Jun Yanzhi standing there blankly, holding the huge black tower in his hands in a daze. Looking around again, Wen Jing was nowhere to be seen.

The author has something to say: I have finally written to this point, and there are many things I want to say...

Who is the murderer who destroyed Hengyang Palace and the motive for the murder are slightly hinted in the system's evaluation of the murderer.

The system's role is not over yet, and the things like You are not explained clearly. I will continue in the following text.

Also, Xi Fang and the Palace Master of Hengyang Palace do not have a strange relationship. It is shocking to have an ambiguous relationship with a married, older straight man...

There should be content on Weibo, but I have something to do tonight and can't write it. I will probably post it tomorrow.