Become a Fairy

Originally, Wu Changlian wanted to hide himself as much as possible, but Ye Qianxun had fled here, so his original plan fell through. Fortunately, although the plan has changed, it is still not completely out of control. As long as Ye Qianxun dies and absorbs the sword fetus in Ye Qianxun's body, his cultivation will be able to make a big step forward. It should not stop at the middle stage of integration. There is a high chance of entering the late stage of integration, even if it reaches the middle stage of integration, there is nowhere to go in this huge world.

At this time, all forces in Yuanling City have fled one after another, fearing that they will be surrounded by the monster army, and the ones who can stay in the City Lord's Mansion are Ye Qianxun's hardcore confidants. Since Ye Qianxun said so, these people under him naturally believed it. The only thing that surprised Wu Changlian was that Ye Qianxun's men actually hid a group of as many as dozens of people besides some people he knew. A cultivator in the Void Realm.

Of course, he was only a little surprised. Right now, these dozens of cultivators in the Void Realm and other cultivators who transformed themselves into spirits would not have much influence on him at all. A larger number has nothing to do with the overall situation.

"Even if you colluded with the monster clan, plotted against me, and wanted to take my life, it is wishful thinking. Don't forget, this is the City Lord's Mansion." Ye Qianxun smiled a little on his extremely pale face.

"Really?" Wu Changlian swayed, and a sword-shaped mask covered his whole body. The white rainbow pierced the sun, and the sword embryo was like a rainbow.

"You are the first person I have ever seen in the Spiritual Sword Art." Ye Qianxun looked at Wu Changlian who had risen into the void, even if he was an enemy, Ye Qianxun couldn't help but show some admiration.

"Piaozi Jianjue, you are also the first person I have ever seen. If you hadn't encountered Piaomiao Jianjue, the head of Piaozi Jianjue for many years, you would not have fallen like this." Wu Changlian saw Ye Qianxun doing this Pai didn't act in a hurry, mainly because this is the City Lord's Mansion, Ye Qianxun's words just now made him somewhat wary. Although he is the deputy city lord of Yuanling City, he rarely comes to the city lord's mansion, and he doesn't know much about the severe restrictions here. Although Wu Changlian knows that Ye Qianxun's injuries are extremely serious, but The closer he is to success, Wu Changlian wants to be more careful. The most dangerous thing is when a dying beast struggles.

"The two little guys around you are the Piaomiao Sword Art of cultivation. You finally found it, but what makes me strange is that you would do this for two juniors. This is really amazing do not understand."

"When a bird is about to die, its song is sad, and when a person is about to die, its words are kind. I didn't even believe this before, maybe I've lived long enough. I want to change a bit." Ye Qianxun laughed at himself. smile.

"Have you lived long enough?" Wu Changlian was taken aback when he heard this, and thought this reason was extremely ridiculous. Those who cultivate immortals cultivate longevity. Some people think that they have lived too long.

"In that case, let me give you a ride!"

Wu Changlian repeatedly used his spiritual sense to search for possible dangers, and seeing that Ye Qianxun was about to retreat, Wu Changlian no longer hesitated, and the sword embryo was like a rainbow, and shot at Ye Qianxun.

"Let's start the battle." Those who can stay, including Bailifei, are all Ye Qianxun's loyalists. Basically, they were all secretly cultivated by Ye Qianxun. Several defensive restrictions dominate the periphery.

Following Ye Qianxun's order, the cultivators who had already been ordered here separated more than a dozen cultivators of the Void Realm and more than a hundred cultivators of Transforming Gods to sacrifice their own magic weapons, and more than a hundred magic weapons floated on their own. forward. A flash of light of varying strengths and weaknesses. In the blink of an eye, these hundreds of spiritual lights gathered together, and in the City Lord's Mansion, there was also a powerful spiritual power rising from the depths of the earth.

Pieces of spiritual light converged into plum blossoms and scattered in the air. Wu Changlian's incarnation Linghong Sword Embryo shot towards him, and he saw a piece of Lingmei flying slowly and quickly, directly blocking the Linghong Sword Embryo. Naturally, only a piece of cold plum can't stop Wu Chang from practicing this great ability of fit. That Samuume turned into a little bit of starlight in a blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, more cold plums transformed by the power of the formation flew over. Every moment when Hanmei is shaken away, it turns into a little bit of starlight,

"Qiquan Hanmei Formation!" Wu Changlian snorted coldly in the sword womb. Under the circulation of mana, Linghong's sword womb flashed with sword light, and in an instant, the sword lights were like flying rainbows. Wherever Changhong passed, the flying plum blossoms turned into nothingness without holding on for long.

"Go!" Ye Qianxun greeted Lu Xiaotian and Ye Ziyu, and followed Ye Ziyu further into the City Lord's Mansion.

Before leaving, Lu Xiaotian glanced at Bailifei behind him. The last time he came back from the Sorrow Valley, he retreated in the Wuming Pill Workshop. Bailifei kept protecting him until his injuries were fully healed, and then went to Qulu. After all, there is some affection. These people stayed to stop Wu Changlian, and if they survived in the end, I don't know how many will be left. Even though Wu Changlian's first target was Ye Qianxun, when Wu Changlian was angry, there would inevitably be a lot of casualties when the formation was broken. As for the number of casualties, it probably depends on Wu Changlian's mood.

"The City Lord's Mansion has three restrictions, one attack and two defenses. Each restriction is guarded by a different person. It can hold Wu He to practice for a period of time. It is enough for me to make some arrangements." Ye Qianxun ignored Lu Xiaotian's emotional fluctuations. Not long after, several people entered a secret cave.

Lu Xiaotian originally thought it was just an ordinary cave, but after entering it, he discovered that there was a cave inside. There are large and small secret rooms inside. After entering one of the secret rooms, you enter a relatively narrow passage. It has been going deep into it for hundreds of miles. Only then did I come to a place where I suddenly saw the light. In the middle there is an altar burning with golden flames.

"Burning Demon Blazing Golden Flame!" When Lu Xiaotian saw the golden flame in front of him, he seemed to feel the fire light from the golden flame piercing his body like a needle. There was a burning sensation. Seeing the golden flame in front of him, Lu Xiaotian was also very frightened. On the contrary, the little fire crow in the spirit beast bag was jumping desperately. How could Lu Xiaotian dare to let Little Huoya make a mistake at this time, since Ye Qianxun brought him and Ye Ziyu here, the Jin Yan and the altar might be the key to get out of trouble.

"Not good!" Halfway through the journey, Ye Qianxun's expression suddenly changed. I saw a flash of sword light swiftly coming from behind.

Lu Xiaotian took a slow beat, and also noticed that Wu Changlian's familiar breath of Linghong sword embryo was flying towards him behind him. The Linghong Sword Embryo came too fast, Lu Xiaotian didn't even have much reaction, let alone Ye Ziyu. The aura of the Linghong Sword Embryo makes one feel like falling into an ice kiln.

Suddenly, the figure flickered, and Ye Qianxun had come from the front to the back of the two of them. He stretched out his hand and pressed forward, and a sword qi slashed out, right in front of Linghong's sword embryo.

Hum, two completely different sword energy collided. The sword energy that Ye Qianxun slashed out was obviously more majestic, but it gave off the feeling of being at the end of his battle.