Female supporting role: I have a leverage system

The mysterious carvings on the huge and beautiful wings of the Flower Eagle are like a blessing from heaven, containing all the power of the Flower Eagle clan. At this moment, the flower eagle's wings grew into two wings again, becoming the legendary four-winged flower eagle.

"As expected of a mythical beast egg, it directly gave Hua Ying his ancestral bloodline." The system couldn't help but sigh.

Wen Yin quickly released the flower eagle, and the flower eagle also chirped in the air, spread its four wings, covering the sky and the sun. Wen Yin sat on the flower eagle's back and soared in the wind.

The four-winged flower eagle with wind spirit roots in the middle stage of Golden Elixir has a flying speed comparable to that of the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

In this way, Wenyin kept using One Step Qiankun to travel through space, constantly changing directions, and her spiritual power was almost exhausted, so she let Huaying take her to fly, leaving the middle stage of Yuanying and part of the late stage of Yuanying behind.

And the battle situation outside the Qionghai secret realm has gradually decided the winner.

Ruoshui Zun is in the late stage of becoming a god, and he is fighting back and forth with Wu Chen, who is now violent.

Of course, Ruoshui did not put out a desperate attitude. After all, she was just helping Wenyin hold Wuchen down for the sake of the heavenly vow made by her disciple. This was enough for her.

The duel between the Xingxing and the Jade Sect that was in a stalemate on the other side ended in no miracle. The Jade Bell's light dimmed, and the formation of Zhao Xingzhi and his team was finally broken up and flew upside down.

Zhao Xingzhi transformed himself into Dharma Body and blocked most of Xingxing's attacks. If the Sapphire Bell hadn't blocked it for him, he would have been killed on the spot.

The disciple of the Qingyu Sect looked at the sky in despair. The stars stood still in the void and were as invincible as a god watching a dog. As soon as he stretched out his hand, it condensed into a huge phantom of his hand and swatted at Zhao Xingzhi.

Zhao Xingzhi used his last strength to use the Jade Bell to cover Zhao Qingze and other Qingyu Sect disciples and push them away, shouting: "Run! Restore the Qingyu Sect!"

"father!"

"metropolitan!"

After Zhao Xingzhi finished speaking, he did not wait for death. Instead, his body flashed with brilliance and he flew towards the star under heavy pressure, intending to self-destruct.

When Xingxing saw that the fairy weapon that the little ants were riding on ran away, he waved to intercept it and punched out the space where Zhao Xingzhi's self-destruction was imprisoned. Now it was not that he was going to self-destruct, he would only be crushed by the constantly squeezing space. .

Zhao Xingzhi closed his eyes in despair and prayed that the disciples of the Qingyu Sect could escape smoothly.

"Humph!"

Suddenly, a cold snort descended from the sky, and it actually attacked with spiritual consciousness, shocking everyone present.

Even Wuchen and Ruoshui, who were fighting to the death, were frozen for a moment, let alone the recipient of this divine attack, Xingxing himself.

He was so painful that his face was distorted. Zhao Xingzhi and the monks from the Qingyu Sect who had no time to run were swept away in front of him with the Qiankun in their sleeves. He didn't dare to stay for a moment. The person who came was far stronger than him and had the intention to kill him.

The person who came was Mo Xian. When he saw Xingxing shrinking to the ground and running away, he did not chase him in the direction of his escape, but flew in the direction of Qingyu Sect.

Back at Qingyu Sect, Mo Xian released Zhao Xingzhi and others.

Zhao Xingzhi had fainted. Zhao Qingze supported his old father and knelt down to thank Mo Xian, but Mo Xian just waved his hand and said, "Seal the mountain and don't come out for now."

……

After marching for another half day, there were only four late-stage Nascent Souls left behind Wen Yin. They were still riding on fairy boats. Not even an iron man could fly at such high speeds that consumed his spiritual power.

Kill these four, and Wen Yin will be able to escape.

With this thought in mind, Wen Yin patted Hua Ying on the head and asked her to slowly slow down.

The immortal boat behind him caught up, and the leader of the Wuji Sect's late Yuanying cultivator shouted at Wen Yin: "Obviously, let's capture him without any help, and we can die happily and not be reincarnated."

Wen Yin snorted coldly: "Then I'll be kind and let you enter reincarnation. How about the animal way?"

[Ding—the object of the argument is the late Yuan Ying*4, and the value of the argument is 3000*4]

As soon as she said these words, these people felt angry and funny. After so many years of cultivating immortality, she has never encountered such an arrogant Jin Dan. What kind of opportunities in this secret realm can make her so arrogant? Do you really think a four-winged flower eagle can escape?

The monks in the late Yuan Ying period of Wuji Sect laughed in anger and rushed out of the fairy boat to attack Wen Yin.

Wen Yin took Hua Ying into the formation tower and used Yi Yi Qian Kun to dodge the attack, but she was not faster than the opponent, so she had to let the formation spirit appear.

Maybe the monks who have cultivated to the late stage of Yuanying are not fools. When the monks in the early stage of Yuanying died earlier, they knew that she had the formation spirit and mist poison, and they were not easily caught by the formation spirit.

Wen Yin released Dan Teng again. Because of the interference from the formation spirit and Dan Teng, the Nascent Soul did not get close to Wen Yin for a while.

Seeing Wenyin hiding in embarrassment, he laughed heartily, "Hahaha, you are indeed quite capable, but what I like most is killing geniuses."

Seeing him approaching, Wen Yin flipped his palm and threw out a spiritual weapon that could explode.

There was a loud bang, and the power of the spiritual weapon instantly overwhelmed the late Yuanying monk. No matter how much he thought about it, he never imagined that a golden elixir could detonate a spiritual weapon.

No, more than a handful.

Another booming explosion made the three monks who were still watching the show in the fairy boat unable to sit still. Is it possible that this female monk could also take out a third spiritual weapon that can detonate?

Yes, when Wen Yin took out another one, the other three people also launched their moves at her. One spiritual weapon wouldn't kill the late Nascent Soul, two would definitely be injured, and three would be hard to say.

The four of them dealt with Wen Yin together, and just one move could kill Wen Yin in an instant. However, this was the moment she was waiting for.

None of the four people can escape, and they must die neatly.

The flower eagle was hovering in the sky at some point, and dropped the array diagram in its mouth, covering the five people below.

One of the Nascent Soul cultivators sneered: "You are still too naive to trap us even if you are just a fourth-grade formation diagram."

When you hear the sound, curl your lips and take a breath.

The bar value column on the system panel was reduced by 500,000 in one stroke. Wen Yin's palms erupted with power that even she found terrifying, causing the fourth-grade formation to be instantly wiped out.

These four monks in the late Nascent Soul stage were also annihilated in a palm that was comparable to the power of the gods.

Wen Yin just looked at the four pairs of eyes with disbelief, and flew backwards. When he landed on Huaying's back, the four people had been crushed into powder by the huge power.

After Wen Yin glanced at his hands blankly, he ordered Huaying to fly north as fast as possible.

Just when she thought she had escaped and no one around saw her strangulating four late Nascent Souls with extraordinary strength, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she heard a chuckle in her consciousness.

For a moment, her hair stood on end.