Cultivation of Immortals: Village Pen Fairy

"Big words!" the fairy puppet shouted, and the sound wave swept over with a destructive momentum, echoing in all directions, deafening.Even if it is a pseudo-immortal, Xianwei is still shocking, not something ordinary monks can resist.And the source of the sound waves was facing Gongyilin!

"Small tricks." A few meters in front of the huge Kunpeng, a circular transparent high wall was immediately erected, and it was wrapped into the barrier together with Gongyilin and Bian Feichen.

Desolate, low.

Gongyilin's smile faded a bit. Why did the voice sound familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

When he was thinking, Xian Puppet had already fought Kunpeng for several rounds, and both of them had reservations. If they put together a unique move, this small world would collapse.

"As I said, this fight is meaningless." Immortal Puppet avoided an attack, "This is my domain."

"It's true that spending time is not the way to go." Bian Feichen said, keeping his eyes on the battlefield for a second, even watching a fairy-level contest can bring great rewards.

Gong Yilin untied the storage bag on his waist, took a few steps forward, and just stood on the edge of the barrier.

I saw him open the storage bag, aim at the position of the fairy puppet, and then said to Kunpeng in a loud voice: "Quick, fly it into my storage bag with one wing!"

As soon as these words came out, three eyes focused on it.

"Wait, let me adjust the angle first." Gong Yilin turned sideways and adjusted to the best angle to make sure everything was safe. "Quick, let's fan the wind!"

Kunpeng spreads its wings and can sweep across thousands of miles with a single wave.If it is in a mountain forest, the fairy puppet can dodge a battle, but in a small world, it will suffer a lot.

A pair of sharp eyes became a little more serious, Kunpeng glanced at Gongyilin without any trace, and the latter smiled shyly, "At this time, don't talk about morality."

Let's steal it first.

"Shameless boy! Dare to come out and fight quickly!" The fairy puppet has become civilized, and he could hear a strong sense of humiliation when he spoke before Gongyilin. .

"I don't dare." Gong Yilin has a good appearance and has to imitate the literati's bow and compose.

"You!" Immortal Puppet was furious for a while, but he couldn't vent his anger.

Bian Feichen thought in his heart that this fairy puppet had a grudge against Gongyi Lin, even if he really took it out, it would be troublesome, Kunpeng obviously expected this, a flash of light flashed, and he turned into a small bird again and stopped at Gongyi Lin shoulders.

The enchantment has disappeared, and the fairy puppet is about to attack.

"This battle is over." A cold voice sounded from the immortal puppet's consciousness.

The fairy puppet let out a cold snort. It didn't have the murderous aura that a monk had, but its killing intent was overwhelming. Because of Kunpeng, he had to take a step back.This is the difference between a puppet and a monk. Most of the monks have advanced to a certain level, and they are afraid that their Taoist heart will be broken. Even if they know that they are close to death, they will make those who insulted him pay the price.The puppets run away if they can't fight, and stop when they are tied, and don't engage in meaningless battles.

"You said you would take it with me."

At the end of the battle, Kunpeng, who turned into a small bird, communicated with him again with his spiritual consciousness, "Bringing it will cause trouble, so don't mention it again."

Gong Yilin, "Are you scared?"

It's a pity that the little bird didn't fall for his aggressive method. It lowered its head and combed its feathers. It looked very weak, no different from ordinary ornamental pets.

Seeing this, the fairy puppet said coldly: "Get out of the puppet formation."

If it wasn't for the little bird listening on his shoulder, Xian Puppet wouldn't mind hitting him flying himself.

Gong Yilin seemed very surprised, "The last person who told me to get out, now doesn't know how many lives have been reincarnated." He glanced at Xian Puppet, "But since I want to take you away, I can't let you suffer fatal injuries .”

No one took his words seriously, they only thought he was venting his dissatisfaction.

"Last chance," Xian Puppet, "if you don't leave, don't blame me for doing it!"

Gongyilin sighed, his eyes suddenly became much sharper, he stepped forward, looked at the fairy puppet with a half-smile, "For those who are fortune-teller, look out."

Bian Feichen was startled, and realized that he was talking to himself.

"Gua Dao is the art of peeking into the sky, but it is far more than the ability to peek into the sky." Gongyilin continued to take a step forward with a calm expression.

This is……

The little bird's black bean eyes also showed a bit of shock. It stopped on Gongyilin's shoulder, and naturally felt something that others couldn't. A strange fluctuation was swimming around here.

"The hexagram, there are three things that can't be predicted: the destiny, the Tao, and oneself." While speaking, the black pupil of his left eye was almost dilated, containing countless spots of light, as if it could stir a person's soul into this vortex, "You God The owner of Dream Valley violated one of them, and at the cost of burning his primordial spirit a hundred years ago, he got a glimpse of the secret."

Bian Feichen's fingers trembled involuntarily. It was something everyone knew, but when he said it, it brought out a shocking shock.

Immortal Puppet suddenly had an ominous premonition, Gongyilin's state at this time was too strange, fearing that nothing would change, he shouted, "Don't pretend to be a ghost!" Ignoring Kunpeng's coercion, his left limb instantly swelled a hundred times, It was as if a mountain was flying towards Gongyilin with terrifying pressure.

Gong Yilin wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, it wasn't that the puppet's attack hurt him, but that his own kung fu was too domineering.

And the row of mountains that came so overwhelmingly stopped before he clapped their hands out of thin air!

Gong Yilin took another step. On his body, there seemed to be traces of turning back the years.

"The trajectory." Bian Feichen murmured, "It turned out to be the trajectory of fate!"

At the fourth step, tiny spots of light flew out from his left eye, and after bursting, they melted into strands of thin strands, which stretched densely and wildly, so densely, but no two strands were intertwined.At the same time, from the fairy puppet, there were also a few rays of light winding and extending here.

"It's my fate!" Immortal Puppet was furious and broke out. It was he who underestimated this kid, and he was able to calculate the trajectory of fate.This method is too overbearing, even if his trajectory intersects with the opponent's trajectory at any point, he must be connected with the opponent in the future.

And Gongyilin is still the dominant party!If he dies, the immortal puppet's own cultivation will also collapse.

"Give it to me!" All the thin lines split apart, leaving only two, and there seemed to be roars and roars in the storm rolled out by countless light spots.

As if unwilling to be entangled, one of the rays danced wildly, but no matter how it struggled, the next moment, they were all connected together!

Gong Yilin's hole card, like himself, is a hooligan attribute!

Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but shudder, forcibly creating the trajectory of fate, how terrifying!But they also understand that Gongyilin's method is estimated to have many restrictions. Even he himself has to pay a big price, and the fairy puppet itself is just a puppet, without flesh and blood. , the trajectory of fate is naturally simple.If it is against a monk, a monk has a long journey of cultivation, there are countless opportunities and connections in the past, and the trajectory of fate is extremely complicated. I am afraid that it will be difficult to succeed.

Even so, Bian Feichen was quite shocked in his heart, this move was too shocking!In time, if he can successfully ask the immortal, he must be invincible in the fairyland.Without him, no one is willing to provoke such an opponent.

Bound to the fate of others, it is closely related from now on, and it is only a little better than the master-servant contract signed between monks and monsters.

At this time, Gongyilin's eyes had returned to normal, and he put on a frail look, and said with a smile: "I said it earlier, it would be nice to obediently put myself in the storage bag. Look, you will never be able to leave me from now on."

If the fairy puppet was made of flesh and blood, he would have to bleed out in anger, "Are you still human?"

That voice contained countless killing intent, unwillingness and shock.

Gong Yilin gave a thumbs up, and boasted to himself, "A real man!"

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