I, the cannon fodder female supporting role, what happened to me?

Everyone subconsciously took a step back. Only Yuan Xian stood still and said with a cold face: "Give me back my little junior sister."

Yiming was too lazy to pay attention to him, and raised his hand to wave Yuan Xian away.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Xian had predicted his move, dodged the blow nimbly, and swung his sword straight towards Yi Ming.

There was a huge gap in cultivation between the Nascent Soul stage and the Mahayana stage. Yuan Xian's attacks seemed to be in slow motion in Yi Ming's eyes.

But he was still surprised by Yuan Xian's strategy.

Because the target of Yuan Xian's attack was not him, but the glory behind him.

As long as the Guanghua is reopened, Sheng Xi sealed by him can be found.

This guy is very sharp.

Yiming glanced at the magic formation in Yuan Xian's hand and snapped his fingers.

The light behind him disappeared, and Yuan Xian's sword was thrown into the air, and he was stunned on the spot.

But there was only a moment of confusion, and Yuan Xian quickly activated the magic formation again.

The magic formation and the magic beads are both from Fuxiao. Together with Yuan Xian's bloodline, they quickly resonate, and the brilliance that acts as a portal appears again.

Yiming snapped his fingers again to close it.

Yuan Xian also wanted to activate the magic formation, but Yi Ming waved his hand, and the powerful spiritual power directly launched Yuan Xian away.

The protective magic weapon on Yuan Xian's body activated automatically. He turned over neatly in the air, landed steadily, and rushed towards Yi Ming without hesitation.

"Yuan Xian is back!"

Elder Gui was so anxious that he wanted to rush over and stop Yuan Xian, but was stopped by other elders instead.

That is the Mahayana Demon Lord!

Their combined total isn't enough for him!

"Is there any way for you to contact the high priest?" Immortal Lord Mingxiu asked Wen Zheming hurriedly.

Wen Zheming has been using the jade communication slip to contact Jingchen Yuanjun, but unfortunately he has been unable to contact him.

At this moment, the sky became colorful, with all kinds of colors vying with each other. The red protective formation was moving rapidly, constantly resisting attacks from the star realm.

From time to time, there is still a strong residual pressure that falls into the realm through the formation, causing everyone to tremble.

At a glance, it was clear that the battle in the star realm was extremely fierce, and Jingchen Yuanjun could not take care of them for a while.

While the others were talking, Yuan Xian had already rushed in front of Yi Ming and stabbed him with his sword.

Clamping Yuan Xian's sword between his slender fingers, the moment the demonic energy covered the sword, Yi Ming realized something and raised his eyebrows slightly.

He didn't directly knock Yuan Xian away like before, he just flicked Yuan Xian's sword away and fought with him a few times with great interest.

Yan Che took out the God-Destroying Talisman and stood it up in front of him, closed his left eye and aimed with his right eye, preparing to sneak attack Yi Ming.

He had just found an opening and wanted to throw the God-Destroying Talisman. Yi Ming seemed to feel something. He glanced over and Yan Che suddenly felt that his fingers were so painful that he could not hold the Talisman.

The God-Destroying Talisman slipped from between his fingers and turned into stars in the air.

"Ahhh-"

Yan Che's heart ached so much that the groundhog barked, as if the world had collapsed.

Brother Squidward quickly covered his mouth to prevent Yi Ming from turning into a star together with him.

Elder Gui was guarding the other disciples with his heart in his throat.

How could his unjust junior brother raise such an unjust son!

During this period of time, Yuan Xian had already failed several attacks.

The gap in cultivation between the two sides was too large, making it extremely difficult for him to get close to Yi Ming every time.

He was wrapped in Yi Ming's demonic energy, as if he was trapped in a sticky swamp, and every movement he made required dozens of times the spiritual power of the past.

In such difficulty, the spiritual power in Yuan Xian's body was passing away at a rapid speed.

Yiming could easily receive all his attacks and easily neutralize all his sword moves.

The disintegrated sword energy flew into the air and even hurt Yuan Xian.

The protective magic weapons Yuan Xian carried were sealed by Yi Ming's power, rendering them all useless.

He had to use his own body-protecting spiritual power to resist.

However, the body-protecting spiritual power can withstand only a limited number of attacks, and even the disintegrated sword energy will cause intense damage.

Yuan Xian's body-protecting spiritual power quickly disintegrated, and the sword energy cut through his body, leaving behind vicious blood marks that were deep enough to show the bones. He seemed to feel no pain, clenched his teeth and still swung out the sword.

With the spiritual energy in his body exhausted, Yuan Xian did not hesitate to use the demonic energy stored in his dantian.

The demonic energy quickly circulated in his body. As his connection with the demonic energy became deeper and deeper, Yuan Xian's demonic nature could no longer be hidden.

Slender demonic horns sprouted from the top of his head, and the black demonic lines on his cheeks were dissipating at an extremely fast speed.

That was a sign that the seal in his body had dissipated.

Yiming took a deep look at his face and said solemnly: "You are Fu Xiao's son."

Not a question, but a statement.

Fu Xiao's figure in the demon formation flashed in Yuan Xian's mind. He tightened his grip on the sword and attacked more fiercely.

Yiming curled up his lips: "Then do you know that I killed Fu Xiao?"

"Shut up." Yuan Xian shouted, and all the demonic energy in his body exploded, but was blocked by Yi Ming with one hand.

The gap in strength is as big as a chasm and difficult to bridge.

Even the anger seemed ridiculous.

Yi Ming's hand holding Yuan Xian's long sword twisted hard, and the Ruxue long sword shattered with a "crash" and broke into several pieces.

The natal sword broke, and Yuan Xian suffered a backlash, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

After a long offensive, he was already at the end of his strength.

Yiming's blow directly destroyed the last bit of Yuan Xian's strength.

The wounded boy fell to the ground in despair, holding the cracked sword hilt tightly in his hand, raising his head and staring at Yi Ming.

Suddenly, those emerald green eyes were filled with surprise.

Yiming took out a heart from his broken sword.

A heart that is shining with colorful light and beating violently.

It's not a real heart, it's more like a conceptual heart.

Yuan Xian could feel the "plop-plop" sound of the heart beating violently, and could feel that it had the same beating frequency as the heart in his chest.

That's his heart.

Or a part of his heart.

Yi Ming looked at him condescendingly and said with a stern expression: "The high priest has taken great pains to protect you."

"First, cut out a hole in your heart so that you can live normally in the southeastern spiritual world as a human being."

"I was also afraid that you would lack an aperture in your heart and that your Taoist mind would be damaged, so I went through all the trouble to refine the natal sword for you, and hid this aperture in it to hide it from the sky."

Yi Ming's consciousness scanned Yuan Xian carefully and snorted, "Your bone age is only nineteen years old. It seems that the high priest has sealed you for a long time."

"No wonder no matter how much I calculate in the past 30,000 years, I can't find your whereabouts."

"Boy, your life is good."

Suddenly, the corner of his clothes was grabbed by Yuan Xian.

The young man's face was pale, his emerald green eyes were full of determination, and he asked in a hoarse and difficult voice: "What do you want to do to my little junior sister?"

"You can't protect yourself. Are you still thinking about that girl?" Yi Ming waved his hand away in disgust.

Within a moment, Yuan Xian's hand tightened on the corner of his clothes again.

Saving Sheng Xi was already a fantasy. At least he had to know what would happen to Sheng Xi so that he could do something for her before he died.

Yuan Xian was completely speechless, but his eyes were firm.

Yiming laughed sarcastically: "You are too weak. Weak people don't deserve to know anything."

He threw away the heart in his hand and kicked Yuan Xian away.

The young man's body rolled down the mountain and disappeared into the ravine of dead branches and weeds.

Yiming glanced at the unpredictable sky above his head, and his body transformed into the deep starry sky and disappeared. (End of chapter)