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Chapter 192 Master, Do You Choose Death or Death 33
The coercion was overwhelming, causing Lan Ling who was standing in the air to fall down uncontrollably.

He raised his head in embarrassment and looked at Yan Luo. This was definitely not the spiritual power they said a little monk could have.

Lan Ling's eyes were stained with horror.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the sound of howling cold wind. This bitingly cold spiritual power actually made the dog-to-night weather a little bit colder.

The corners of Yan Luo's clothes fluttered, and the long black hair behind him fluttered. He raised his feet and took a few steps forward, arriving in front of Lan Ling.

The condescending contempt was exactly the same as the emotion in Lan Ling's eyes just now.

Unlike Lan Ling just now, under those icy eyes, she could only tremble, without any chance to fight back.

So terrifying.

When Yan Luo approached, Lan Ling saw Yan Luo's face clearly, and her body froze suddenly, as if she saw something horrifying, uneasy, scared, and couldn't help but backed away.

"You are, you are!!"

I don't know how many years ago, she was lucky enough to watch the grand ceremony of Lingyunmen, the first sect of cultivating immortals. At that time, the person sitting on the top seat even the head of Lingyunmen was the one who respectfully called Xiaoshishu... …

She had met once before, and she was exactly the same as the person in front of her, and her appearance had not changed at all.

The only change is that she sat in the highest position and ignored everything at that time, she didn't even know who she was, let alone saw her, but now she stands in front of her, the coercive spiritual power around her makes her unable to move, her eyes are full of A contempt tinged with pity.

The praying man who pity her is like a car, the mayfly who pity her shakes the tree without knowing it and even complacent.

I used to think that I already had some ability, and no one should give in to anyone, but I didn't expect that self-righteousness would eventually become a serious problem now.

"Honor Yan Luo..."

Lan Ling's teeth were chattering, and she spat out each word.

Although she is a Sanxian, she still knows a lot about the major sects of cultivating immortals. Naturally, she also knows that Yan Luo just broke through not long ago, and with Yan Luo's previous cultivation base, it is not an exaggeration for her to be called a venerable , let alone now.

Yan Luo...Honorable One?
The few people who were shocked by the coercion and dared not move were dumbfounded and looked at Yan Luo who was standing in the very center.

It never occurred to me, or I didn't dare to think of it at all, that this is really the little master of Lingyunmen.

He couldn't utter a single word of begging for mercy, his body was eroded by Yan Luo's domineering and powerful spiritual power, and he was so stiff that he couldn't move at all.

Yan Luo smiled with his lips hooked, very lightly, with a hint of sarcasm, "I really didn't do it on purpose, you can try it too."

In Yan Luo's hand was a light blue light, condensed into an ice blue folding fan, just a light one.

Lan Ling spurted out a mouthful of blood, but it was condensed into ice particles and fell down in mid-air.

She was shot flying more than ten meters away, and hit a nearby room without making a sound.

It was an understatement indeed.

Exactly the same effect as Blue Wing.

"Master!"

The spiritual power has not been withdrawn, and the light blue light is still flowing in the eyes, a voice came from a distance, Yan Luo was slightly taken aback, and turned his head to look not far away.

A streamer galloped past, and a person jumped off the streamer, with a look of anxiety on his deserted face.

Gu Sicun...

Yun Ze, who was leaning on the side, straightened up slightly, his face darkened slightly.

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