The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 127 The Purple Qi Fades Away
Su Lan saw that Lu Changxuan had entered the whirlpool, and that it was getting smaller and smaller, so she gritted her teeth and rushed in.

Following a dizziness, I heard the sound of small stones falling.

She looked up and saw that the originally bustling street had turned into an eerie gray and desolate appearance. The green lights were dim and the stone bricks on the ground had become bumpy.

Hearing a scream, Ye Jinchen took a few steps back. The hand that stretched out from the black hole was cut and blood was flowing to the ground.

Zhi Xing took her hand back, looked at the faintly red talisman on her palm, gritted her teeth and said, "Humph, what's there to be afraid of with Lu Changxuan?"

After Lu Changxuan finished chanting the spell, the crack in the illusion closed completely.

Ye Jinchen took a few breaths and said only one sentence, "Thank you." Then he ran towards Sheng Yunqing.

He lifted Sheng Yunqing who had fallen to the ground up and leaned her against him. He raised his hand to push away her hair that had fallen on her face. His heart suddenly tugged: "Qing'er! How are you?"

"Fairy sister?!" Su Lan gasped, her face instantly turned pale with fear. She screamed and ran to Sheng Yunqing, crying anxiously: "Fairy sister, are you okay?"

When Lu Changxuan heard the familiar voice behind him, he froze for a moment, frowned, turned around and looked back, then shouted angrily, "Idiot! I told you to stay outside! What are you doing in here?!"

Su Lan took Sheng Yunqing's hand, looked at the cut on her hand with heartache, kept repeating her name, and had no mood to pay attention to Lu Changxuan at all.

Lu Changxuan sighed helplessly and could only concentrate on dealing with the yellow talismans that kept floating around him.

Sheng Yunqing was enveloped by Ye Jinchen's purple energy, his breathing gradually became stronger, and his originally pale face became slightly rosy.

She slowly opened her eyes, frowned and said, "I can't muster the strength..."

Ye Jinchen hugged her tightly, feeling overwhelmed: "Qing'er..."

Sheng Yunqing gently put his head against his arm and said, "You have purple energy on you, I will be fine, let me rest for a while."

"Junior sister, you take a good rest, I will definitely take you out! Xiaolan'er, come and help me." Lu Changxuan made seals with his hands, forming a magic circle under his feet, which repelled the evil spirits around him.

Su Lan nodded in response, pulled the sword out from the hilt, saw the white smoke in the air, and swung the sword to chop it down.

The smoke disappeared after making a strange scream. Su Lan opened her eyes wide in surprise. She looked at the sword in her hand again. It was so powerful without her even exerting much strength.

She gritted her teeth and fearlessly shot down the smoke flying in the air one by one, and shouted, "Why don't you let me in? When have I ever held you back?"

Lu Changxuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief as he watched her becoming more and more confident. If he hadn't cast a spell on her sword in Qianji Pavilion, she would probably have been injured just now.

Su Lan mobilized her internal strength, jumped up on her toes, and swung her sword to cut off the head of Zhixing's phantom.

Zhi Xing sneered, and a blade condensed from the fingertips of the virtual image. Su Lan looked at the pebbles that continued to condense, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said, "Too slow!"

She swung her sword violently, and the phantom suddenly disappeared, then reappeared behind her like a ghost.

Su Lan was stunned. The blood moon cast a shadow behind her, blocking half of the light.

The blade raised by the virtual image was aimed at Su Lan's heart from behind. When there was only three inches left, Lu Changxuan's robe suddenly blew up a gust of wind. "Xiao Lan, get out of the way!" He turned around and pushed Su Lan out. The moment the peach wood sword blocked, the talisman written in cinnabar on the sword was reflected on the virtual image, and instantly scattered into a pile of small stones, falling from the air.

Zhi Xing in the underground palace narrowed her eyes: "Lu Changxuan, who can you protect?"

She chanted an incantation and turned the bronze mirror. She saw Sheng Yunqing who was helped to sit in the corner. She snorted coldly, and the Taiyin Talisman on her fingertips ignited with green flames.

The talisman she threw out turned into nine crescent-shaped blades, each of which slashed towards Sheng Yunqing's vital point at the back of his heart.

Ye Jinchen became alert and turned around to hold Sheng Yunqing in his arms. The black iron sword blocked the attack of the moon blade, making a collision sound.

His chest suddenly tightened and caused a tearing pain. The more he used his internal strength, the more severe the tearing pain became. After a moment, he slowed down.

Zhi Xing looked at the beads of sweat on his forehead and smiled softly: "The spell I hid on you last time worked."

Ye Jinchen hugged Sheng Yunqing tightly in one hand. No matter how uncomfortable he was, he gritted his teeth and held on. He crushed the seven moon blades, but missed the two most deadly cold lights.

He raised his arm to block one of the rays, and blood splattered on Sheng Yunqing's eyelashes. The other one brushed past the end of his eye, leaving an inch-long burn mark on the star pattern.

Sheng Yunqing was brought back to consciousness by the burning breath on his eyelids, and a strong smell of blood entered his nose.

When he opened his eyes, Ye Jinchen spat out a mouthful of blood and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ye Jinchen!"

She looked closely at the strange wound at the corner of his eye. The moon blade was smeared with meteorite sand, which became extremely poisonous when it came into contact with the purple starlight.

Her heart sank, she picked up the compass that fell on the ground, propped herself up and helped Lu Changxuan break the illusion: "Zhi Xing, I won't let you get your wish!"

Seeing that Sheng Yunqing had recovered well, Zhi Xing lowered her eyes and said, "King Ye's purple energy is indeed nourishing."

However, the rich purple air is now becoming thinner.

She turned the bronze mirror again and saw that Su Lan's strength was gradually weakening. The talisman attached to her sword would dim every time she repelled the evil spirit, and now it was about to lose its effect completely.

When Su Lan swung her sword at the vengeful spirit, it no longer dissipated as before. As she was surprised, Zhixing's ten fingers controlled the golden thread that suddenly wrapped around her neck, suffocating her in an instant.

Lu Changxuan's hand gestures suddenly changed, and he controlled the peach wood sword to fly and cut off the golden thread that trapped her.

"Good opportunity." Zhi Xing murmured softly, and the illusion condensed again stabbed at Lu Changxuan's descendants with the sword.

"Senior Brother!" Sheng Yunqing quickly made a gesture and shot out a golden light from his hand towards the direction of the illusion. The illusion then condensed into a protective barrier, which pushed both of them back two steps. The blade deviated from the vital point and pierced into Lu Changxuan's back.

Lu Changxuan groaned in pain, then gritted his teeth, retracted the peach wood sword, shouted, and inserted the peach wood sword into the array's eye on the ground. The entire street peeled off like skin and returned to being a bustling and lively street.

The noisy voices flooded back into his ears like a tide, the warm light shone on his face, he chuckled tiredly and said, "It's broken..."

Su Lan ran to Lu Changxuan, grabbed his collar, looked at his gradually empty eyes worriedly, and said, "Smelly Taoist priest, how are you?"

Lu Changxuan frowned, and suddenly pushed Su Lan away, spitting blood onto the ground.