She walked over and gently patted An Xiaoyun's shoulder, then gently hugged him. She gently pressed his tear-stained face against her soft and smooth shoulder.
"Big sister Meng! After we go out, we'll … "An Xiaoyun's voice clearly carried a trace of urgency, and his breathing was slightly heavy.
His hands were currently roaming around Meng Huanzhen's body in a somewhat dishonest manner.
One must know that although Meng Huanzhen had already put on the sixth rank immortal treasure, the Golden Robe of Multicolored Light, he still didn't wear an outer garment. Many places were still exposed.
Not only did this not lessen the temptation, it instead made people feel even more mysterious, and wanted to explore!
"But … what about the Yi Clan? The marriage alliance between you and the Yi Clan was set by the old ancestor! "Meng Huanzhen's body gently twisted as he asked with some concern.
"Yi Clan! Hmph! It's just a declining small clan, and I've never even seen that Yi Menggui. How could I have feelings for her? I'll use the ghost obtained from the Tower of Eternity this time to make her never wake up! "An Xiaoyun's face revealed a sinister expression.
"Good good! Good little brother … "Meng Huanzhen's face was already flushed at this time, and his body was constantly twisting like a water snake.
An Xiaoyun's face revealed a trace of madness at this time, and his hands and feet moved together!
But at this time, when the two were about to have a great battle, a long sword condensed from light silently swept over, and directly sent their heads high into the air!
The two basically completely naked bodies crashed to the ground, and blood instantly dyed the entire ground red.
The black rock in Zhao Yuande's hand disappeared, and with a casual wave, the two still flushed heads were sucked into his hand.
The two bodies collapsed, and the large formation originally controlled by Meng Huanzhen gradually disintegrated. Xiao Jin rushed out with red eyes, but when he saw Zhao Yuande standing in front of him safe and sound, his golden eyes immediately flashed with excitement.
"Alright, Xiao Jin, you should rest for a while!" Zhao Yuande put an immortal medicine into Xiao Jin's mouth, then turned to look at the two bloody heads in his hand!
"You … how is this possible, you're still not dead? Just now, you clearly … "Meng Huanzhen's eyes widened, and he looked in disbelief at the person who controlled his life and death.
"I was clearly pierced by the heart sword just now, right!" Zhao Yuande revealed a faint smile, and said with some ridicule. "Is the heart sword very scary? I can't feel it at all. Could it be that the Heart Sword has lost its effect? "
"There must be a powerful immortal treasure protecting the soul in your sea of consciousness! This damned guy was too careless! " Although there was a trace of panic on An Xiaoyun's face, he forced himself to calm down. He looked at Zhao Yuande and said, "I wasn't the one who attacked you, why did you sneak attack me?"
"Actually, I originally didn't intend to meddle in your business. I don't care what kind of shameless business you have. As long as you don't provoke me, I'll at most subdue you and rescue my Xiao Jin!" When Zhao Yuande said this, his eyes revealed anger and indifference. "But you shouldn't have tried to kill my woman. Since you've already given birth to such thoughts, I absolutely can't let you walk out of here alive. I want you dead!"
"Your woman?" An Xiaoyun was slightly taken aback, but his face immediately revealed an incredulous expression. "Are you talking about Yi Menggui? That's impossible, this is definitely an excuse for you to commit murder, definitely an excuse! She came from the lower realm, and after entering the Immortal Realm, she's been unconscious. Lower realm … could it be that you're also from the lower realm? How … how is this possible! "
An Xiaoyun's voice became softer and softer as he looked at Zhao Yuande with an incredulous expression!
How could a mere person from the Lower Realm be more monstrous than the three of them? This was absolutely impossible! Absolutely impossible!
"Heh heh! You really know how to guess. I'm from the lower realm! I'm from the Incipient Extent! "Zhao Yuande casually pointed a finger, and a golden light shot toward An Xiaoyun's forehead.
"No … no …" An Xiaoyun screamed in terror. However, just as the golden light shot out from Zhao Yuande's finger was about to touch An Xiaoyun's forehead, a blurry shadow suddenly rose above An Xiaoyun's head.
As soon as this shadow appeared, it emitted an incomparably terrifying pressure that shook the surrounding void and shattered it!
"Please show mercy!"
This shadow was an amiable-looking old man. When he saw Zhao Yuande, he was slightly taken aback at first, but then he revealed an incredulous expression.
"Old Ancestor, save me! Save me! " Seeing this shadow, An Xiaoyun's desire to live finally burst out, causing the old man to shout with all his might.
"Little friend, please spare his life. I guarantee that I won't trouble you in the future!" The old man calmed down quickly and looked at Zhao Yuande in front of him.
"He must die! Even a wisp of your clone can't help him! "The other party already knew a lot of things. Zhao Yuande would never let him live.
A black rock appeared in his hand, and a ray of light condensed into a sword light that slashed toward An Xiaoyun's head.
"How dare you!"
The old man's complexion changed greatly, and he grabbed at Zhao Yuande.
Zhao Yuande immediately felt that the void around him was confined by an invisible force. He seemed to have lost his fighting power.
However, he didn't panic. The black rock sword in his hand slightly shook, and a ray of sword light shot toward An Xiaoyun's head!
The old man stretched out his hand and blocked in front of An Xiaoyun.
However, in the next moment, the old man's expression suddenly became sluggish. This was because he saw that the sword light was invincible. It cut through his palm like cutting tofu, and directly cut An Xiaoyun's head into two halves. His sea of consciousness was also cut into two halves, and his soul was annihilated!
"What … what sword is this?" The old man didn't look at An Xiaoyun. Instead, he looked at the black rock sword in Zhao Yuande's hand!
"Even if I tell you, you won't know. You can also go to hell!" Zhao Yuande slapped the old man with his palm.
The old man was originally a wisp of his clone that was parasitic in An Xiaoyun's sea of consciousness. Once An Xiaoyun's sea of consciousness was shattered, the old man instantly lost his place of sustenance and source of power. Now, he was just a shadow.
After Zhao Yuande slapped away the old man's shadow, he turned his head and looked at Meng Huanzhen.
At this time, Meng Huanzhen was stunned by Zhao Yuande's means. Although it was just a clone, its fighting power was comparable to the late stage of Immortal Realm.
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