Wanjie supporting role system

Chapter 793 Golden Scissors
In fact, everything happened so quickly that the blink of an eye is not an exaggeration.In Zheng Rui's eyes, a light suddenly appeared.

The mana of those two people condensed together and formed a piece of golden light.

It's not very dazzling, but it's very weird, it seems real and fake, the reality changes, and it's elusive.

The golden light suddenly rose and flew towards Zheng Rui.

He felt that the light between the sky and the earth dimmed instantly, and all he could see was the golden light.

At the same time, the two monks aged at a speed visible to the naked eye, changing from young people in their 20s to middle-aged people in their 40s.

Everything is weird and illusory, like a dream or hallucination.

In an instant, Zheng Rui felt a little dazed, but the primordial innate Taiyi Zuyan turned around lightly, and all the feelings from time to time disappeared.He became relaxed and comfortable again, and his mind became clear.

I saw it clearly, the golden light in my eyes turned out to be a pair of golden scissors.

One kind of law has a time attribute, and the other has a space attribute. The two are combined and crossed together, and they turned into a pair of golden scissors.

"Time and space cut!"

Among them, the monk with a sinister face uttered an incomparably stern roar, as if all the hatred and resentment in his heart burst out with this roar.

The square-faced cultivator breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of his mouth were slightly outlined, showing a sneer, but his pupils were extremely strange, as if he was breathing cold air.

It can be seen that these two people have absolute confidence in this supernatural move, thinking that they can suppress all opponents, and there will never be any existence that can resist in Xuanzhao Realm.

"Time-Space Slash? The name of this supernatural power is scary, but its power is not very good. I'm not interested in it."

"Although you are stubborn, I am kind and merciful." Having said that, Zheng Rui took out a green bamboo flute with his glistening fingers.

The magical music suddenly rose, permeated between the heaven and the earth, and spread to the distance.

The magic weapon of the Great Dream Flute is not very powerful, but after Zheng Rui's mana communicates its internal laws, it has unpredictable power.

The golden light was released, extremely rich, and the sharp golden scissors rushed forward without hesitation, across a distance of several kilometers, towards Zheng Rui.

The sound waves of magical music floated continuously from the bamboo flute, and touched the golden scissors a hundred meters away.

Boo!
Zheng Rui felt like the bubble had burst.

The golden scissors were disintegrating, like pollen scattered, turning into a ball of golden powder, the magical music passed unimpeded, and landed on the two wizards of heaven and earth.

They spurted blood wildly, screaming shrillly, and dancing lightly at the same time, the iron blood and icy temperament disappeared, and turned into twisting and enchanting figures instead.

The picture was so beautiful that Zheng Rui felt that he did not dare to look at it, but he could not stop at this moment. Only by suppressing his mind with great perseverance and wisdom could he continue to play the magic song.

As time went by, Zheng Rui saw that the picture in front of his eyes became blurred, and all the discomfort disappeared. He felt gradually intoxicated while listening to the wonderful music.

Zheng Rui was hunting in hunting robes, holding a bamboo flute, and with his black hair fluttering in the wind, a magic sound played, spreading throughout the wilderness.

After a long time, he put down the bamboo flute, feeling that his cultivation had improved a little, and at the same time, he had a new understanding of the way of music.

He had to sigh that the former sage who composed this song was really a strange person.

"Ah? The two of us are geniuses, why did we suddenly start dancing during the battle?"

"Brother, where are your clothes?" Two terrified voices came.

Zheng Rui tapped the bamboo flute lightly on his palm, and when he turned his head, he saw the pale faces of the two monks, full of horror, as if they couldn't believe what they saw.

"What did you, Zheng Tongtian, do to us?"

"The magic sound is so terrifying that it can easily suppress our consciousness, forcing us into a state of slackened consciousness. Even our spiritual consciousness can't tell whether what we saw just now is an illusion or reality."

There were still some weird and enchanting smiles on the two faces, but at the moment of waking up, they were immediately full of murderous intent, the eyes were cold, and the contrast was so great that Zheng Rui was slightly taken aback.

"Your so-called space-time slash has been disintegrated by me, what else can I say now?" Zheng Rui said calmly, with a calm expression.

He holds an emerald green bamboo flute, and his robe is windless and automatic, like a young fairy who is independent and apart from the world.

"Zheng Tongtian, we underestimated you, but so what, do you dare to kill us two?"

"If the two of us die, Young Master will never let you go, I have already seen the fear and anxiety in your heart!"

The sneer of the two people in front just started, but stopped abruptly the next moment.

The pupils of the two only had time to show fear, and there was no time for other reactions.

A sword sound resounded through the world.

Zhu Xianjian flew out of the scabbard around Zheng Rui's waist, pierced through the void, made two puffs, rushed past the necks of the two men, and cut off two heads.

The Zhuxian sword was still very clean, and its hair gleamed with glaring light, like a real dragon crossing the sky, exuding a powerful and astonishing aura, and returned to calm after flying back to the scabbard.

Zheng Rui stretched out one hand and closed his glistening fingers, gathering one of the relatively complete Yinshen again, and began to search for the soul.

Ah!
There was still some consciousness in Yinshen, and he immediately wailed in pain. That kind of experience was thousands of times more painful than a living cramp and peeling, which made this monk who claimed to be a genius of heaven and earth unbearable for a moment, and just screamed.

Zheng Rui frowned, and the screams made him uncomfortable, so he sealed the Yin God with magic power, preventing the mental fluctuations from passing through.

Not long after, he was a little surprised when he saw some vague memories of the other party.

"This young venerable turned out to be the proud son of heaven who was killed by the heavenly tribulation according to the rumors. Back then, after the young venerable refined 24 pieces of sword soul, he was suppressed by the law of heaven and earth, but he didn't really die, but faked his death. In fact, the young master has been alive, but hidden in the dark."

"Resisting the catastrophe and not dying, although it is not really going through, but at the last moment, reducing one's own morality, forcing the sword soul out of the body, and falling to the Xuanzhao state again, and using the secret treasure to protect the body, this is barely alive come down."

Zheng Rui was a little shocked. The surviving catastrophe severely injured the Young Master, and it took him more than 20 years to fully recover from his injuries. Moreover, this person's cultivation has not been delayed. Instead of being weak, he has become even stronger and more terrifying. It was greatly stimulated in that catastrophe.

After recovering from his injuries, the young master began to lay out a conspiracy, while using the monks in the entire Sword Soul space as pawns to search for the whereabouts of Sword Soul.

And the two square-faced monks are the arms of this person, walking in the open, secretly releasing news about the sword soul to those powerful genius monks.

On the other hand, the young master cultivated Lei Ling in the water palace decades ago, but he could not cultivate the original Lei Ling that evolved naturally. He could only modify the rules and changes, so that the mutated Lei Ling was gradually born.

(End of this chapter)