Peach Fortune Ring

This talisman was drawn by his master Mingxiang Zhenren himself. After casting it, it can form a golden light for protecting the body. It lasts for half an hour, and it is difficult for even a cultivator in the late stage of foundation establishment to break it.

With the golden light on his body, Qing Yanzi's confidence soared, and a blue long sword appeared in his hand, and with one step, it slashed towards Song Yanfei.

"roll!"

Song Yan slapped out again, and then, Qing Yanzi was slapped away, and also fell outside the banquet hall. As for the golden light on his body, it had been shattered layer by layer, turning into spiritual light and disappearing into the void.

Qing Yanzi stood up slowly, spit out a mouthful of blood with a wow sound, then stared at Song Yan with horrified eyes: "You... how did you do it?"

One must know that the golden light of his body protection can withstand the full blow of the late stage of foundation establishment, so how could it be broken so easily.

Song Yan didn't bother to pay attention to him at all, his eyes fell on the rest of the immortals, and he said coldly: "If you abolish your cultivation, you can save your life, otherwise you will die!"

Hearing his words, everyone in Xianmen was shocked and angry.

After a while, a head of the Immortal Sect walked out: "Song Yan, don't go too far. To tell you the truth, a Jindan real person has been born in my Immortal Sect. If you admit your mistake to our Immortal Sect now, you still have a chance!"

"Noisy!"

An impatient look flashed in Song Yan's eyes, and he waved his palm again!

"puff!"

The next moment, the head's body exploded directly, turning into a puddle of blood mist, spraying all around.

"Master!"

Several Xianmen disciples cried out in grief.

"Little thief Song Yan, I will fight with you!"

Then, several Xianmen disciples released magic weapons to kill him.

"roll!"

Song Yan waved his hand, and then, those disciples of the immortal sect turned into pieces with their magic weapons.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the immortal sect fell silent, looking at Song Yan with a deep fear, it was so cruel, even the head of the foundation establishment period Being slapped to death, even if they go together, they are not opponents.

"Destroy your cultivation or die, I will give you ten seconds!"

Song Yan spoke again!

Hearing this, the remaining disciples of the immortal sect looked ashen, and they didn't know how to deal with it.

After three breaths, a disciple of the Ninth Level Xianmen walked out: "Song Yan, as the saying goes, we can meet each other later, do you have to kill them all?"

"You are not worthy of letting me stay on the line!" Song Yan said disdainfully.

"...You...!" The disciple's complexion turned red, but there was nothing he could do.

"It's time, which one do you choose?" Song Yan stared coldly at those immortal disciples.

at this time.

With a "plop", a disciple of the immortal sect knelt down on the ground and shouted loudly: "Senior Song, this junior knows that I was wrong, please forgive this junior, this junior swears that as long as my senior spares me, this junior will never step out of the fairyland!" One step!"

"Xianmen, you still want to go back to Xianmen. From today onwards, there is no need to exist!" Song Yan shook his head gently.

"You little bastard has such a big tone, I really think my fairy gate is made of mud!"

At this moment, a young man in a blue Taoist robe appeared outside the banquet hall. He exuded an unmatched powerful aura. With the radiation of this aura, everyone in the hall felt a wave of Fear from the heart.

"Pretending to be a ghost, come here!"

Suddenly, Song Yan uttered a soft shout, and reached out to grab it out. Then, the young Taoist who appeared suddenly flew towards Song Yan involuntarily, and then his neck fell into his hands.

"Clap clap clap!"

Song Yan gave him a few mouthfuls directly.

A few mouthfuls not only made the opponent's cheeks swell, but also vented his whole body.

"This...how is this possible?"

Seeing this scene, Qing Yanzi and the rest of the Immortal Sect disciples were all shocked, because this Tsing Yi Taoist was none other than the newly promoted Jindan Reverend Ming Xiang of the Immortal Sect.

How could the majestic Jindan Daoist slap Song Yan's mouth without any resistance?

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"boom!"

A loud noise woke up everyone, but it was Song Yan who pinched Ming Xiang by the neck and lifted him up, then slammed him on the ground, creating a deep hole more than one meter deep in the ground.

"Little thief, if you dare to insult me ​​like this, I will live with you forever!"

Ming Xiang real person pulled himself out of the human-shaped deep pit, and roared in a vicious tone. At the same time, the breath in his body condensed again, covering the entire hall.

Under the envelope of his aura, even a group of innate ninefolds felt overwhelmed. As for the others, a deep sense of fear once again appeared in their hearts.

At the same time, there were three more flying swords above the real person Ming Xiang's head.

One blue one purple one black!

"Kill the deity!"

Ming Xiang made a trick to the real person, and the three flying swords that were only one foot long swelled in the wind, and instantly turned into three giant swords that were ten feet long.

"Back! Rewind!"

Although the three giant swords were aimed at Song Yan, the other people in the banquet hall felt a sense of fear and flew back one after another. At the same time, they were secretly worried about whether Song Yan could block the three terrifying swords. Great Sword.

"Kill your uncle! I don't know what's good!"

Song Yan opened his mouth. Facing the three majestic giant swords, he didn't have the slightest fear on his face, but with a touch of disdain. Then he lifted it up and swung it out again.

A large transparent hand appeared with his waving.

This big hand was formed of pure heaven and earth vitality. When he reached out and grabbed it, he easily grasped the three giant swords in his hand, and then gently squeezed them down.

"Kakkaka!"

The three huge swords were actually broken by him.