The heroine who wears the book is a brain tonic emperor

Just as Bai Zhiluo got out from the gap in the barrier, the ghost fan's attack followed like a shadow.She quickly raised her hand and threw out a restraint, while dodging to avoid it.

At this time, the sword lotus controlled by Jiang Qingwan did not stop after breaking through the barrier, but continued to fly upwards with an unstoppable momentum, directly crashing into the no-flying barrier covering the city above Bailian City.

At this time, the sword energy was surging, and the black robes and ghost masks that the two of them were wearing were just bought in a hurry, how could they withstand such an impact?After a while, it was shattered and annihilated in countless sword shadows.

In the chaos, Bai Zhiluo heard someone exclaim: "Isn't that Jiang Qingwan, the first genius on the righteous way? No, no! Sword intent transforms soul! She is the ghost sword ancestor Duoshe! Did you see it? Ghost sword ancestor! "

But soon, his voice was drowned in the shocking shouts: "That's... the projection of the Purple Rain Sacred Emperor's Bell! The artifact projection!"

But I saw a huge, translucent brass-colored giant bell that seemed to be able to cover the sky and the sun, hovering in mid-air impressively.

The body of the clock is densely carved with countless intricate patterns.

Simple, magnificent, like the coercion of ancient beasts, descending mightily.

In the phantom of the giant clock, Leng Aotian held a copper hammer with both hands, and under the urging of his cultivation, the size of the copper hammer continued to grow.

He hit the bell with a hammer, and invisible fluctuations spread around with the sound of the bell.

"Om..."

Those with a lower cultivation base actually spurted out a mouthful of blood when they heard the bell.

"Om, hum, hum..."

Leng Aotian snorted coldly, struck the bell three times in succession, and the invisible wave was stimulated again.

Use sound as a knife, use thoughts to control the blade!

When the bell rings, all the demons and monsters retreat.

This move won the necessary opportunity for Jiang Qingwan to break through.

Bai Zhiluo understood that when she and Jiang Qingwan were attacked, Leng Aotian, who was staying in the inn, obviously encountered similar things.

After all, the Purple Rain Sacred Emperor's Bell is a sacred object at the level of an artifact. Even if it is only a projection, its power should not be underestimated.

The three Wang brothers obviously didn't expect Leng Aotian to come up with such a means, and the monks they invited were only in the middle stage of out-of-body cultivation. At this time, the real power has not yet come, so Leng Aotian tried his best, I can still handle it.

In a blink of an eye, several people have converged in one place.

After Leng Aotian passed away, that disciple knew that his cultivation base was shallow and it was difficult to escape, if he brought Song Shizhu who was still unconscious with him, it would be a disaster.So he quickly handed Song Shizhu into Bai Zhiluo's arms.

Seeing that the three of them were about to break through the boundary and escape under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ghost Fan gritted his silver teeth, turned his hand to close the fan, and took out a burnt-leaf guqin from the sea of ​​air.

Between the hook and the hook, a piece of orchid flows out from the string.

It's just that the sound of the piano doesn't have the elegant and clear meaning that this song should have, but it seems cold and terrifying, strange and abnormal.

Bai Zhiluo felt that her ears were buzzing, her chest felt tight, her throat was slightly sweet, and she almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

As the rhythm of the weird piano sound gradually accelerated, Bai Zhiluo felt that the whole world was slightly distorted and deformed in front of her eyes, and her thinking also became blurred and chaotic.

She seemed to hear a voice rushing in her heart: "Kill Jiang Qingwan, kill her. As long as you kill her, her protagonist luck, her heaven-defying treasure, and even the men in her future harem will be killed." Everything about her will be yours! Haven't you done such a thing once? Why are you still hesitating now! Do you still think you are a good person? "

Bai Zhiluo only felt a splitting headache, the voice in her heart was still nagging, disturbing her.

She unconsciously yelled, "Shut up!"

When this sound came out, it seemed that a white tiger roared towards the sky.

In an instant, her mind was clear again.

The magic sound illusion of the ghost fan is her forte.

The power of this illusion is that it can use the monk's own memory, or the obsession hidden in his heart to set up obstacles, which is much stronger than ordinary illusions.

Coupled with the precious Yaoqin that she obtained in a secret place after untold hardships in her hands, the power is naturally not shallow.

Leng Aotian is in the projection of the Purple Rain Holy Emperor Bell, the divine weapon is not affected at all under the suppression of the supreme treasure.If he hadn't stirred up the huge bell and used the bell to counter the sound of the zither, Bai Zhiluo might not be able to wake up so quickly.

Bai Zhiluo looked up, but saw that Jiang Qingwan had already returned to normal, and secretly sighed in her heart that her heart was firm and her mind was clear.

But that disciple didn't have such good luck at all.

She looked like a maniac, laughing wildly and rushed towards the monks who were staring at the outside.

Bai Zhiluo wanted to stop her, but it was too late.

In an instant, the disciple was out of the protection range of Ziyu Shenghuang Zhong Yinbo, and was turned into a puddle of flesh under the devilish energy of the surrounding monks.

Bai Zhiluo watched the disciple die miserably, but she couldn't do anything about it.

She felt as if an invisible hand was firmly strangling her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe.

But reality didn't give her the slightest chance to react.

Song Shizhu, who was lying dead in her arms, suddenly opened his eyes.

It's just that the eyes are as red as blood.

Bai Zhiluo saw Song Shizhu tremble all of a sudden, yelled wildly and used his hands as claws, and went straight to the heart of Jiang Qingwan, who was defenseless and was urging the sword lotus to cut the barrier with all his strength.

Under the influence of the magic sound, she did not hesitate to burn her soul, and wanted Jiang Qingwan's life!

It's just that Song Shizhu is already at the end of his strength.Don't look at her lightning-like moves and frightening momentum, but she is actually a paper tiger that can be broken with a single poke.Bai Zhiluo's left hand turned into a knife, and the edge of the palm struck the back of her neck.The zhenqi then penetrated into Song Shizhu's damaged meridian, and went retrogradely, forcibly sealing her heart meridian with a snap of her fingers.

Song Shizhu only had time to struggle a little before falling asleep again.

At this moment, Jiang Qingwan had already opened a hole in the barrier, and quickly stepped out.Without calling, Bai Zhiluo followed her closely and left the range of the enchantment.

Just when Leng Aotian was about to put away the projection of the Purple Rain Holy Emperor Bell and take the opportunity to leave with the two, his figure suddenly stopped in midair.

"You scum, do you know how the last righteous person who messed around in my Bailian City died?" The voice was old and hoarse, strange and evil, and Zhijiao trembled all over his body after hearing it, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Hearing this, Ghost Fan smiled joyfully and said, "Father! You are finally here!"

The person who came was none other than the city lord Bailian. Judging by the coercion, he was already a power in the distraction state!

But seeing that the Bailian city lord was covered in a thick layer of black mist, he couldn't see his face clearly at all.He giggled and said viciously: "I peeled off the skin of his body piece by piece, chopped it up, and fed it to him again. Hahahahahaha..."

At the same time, he waved his long sleeves, and several jet-black dragons flew out of his sleeves, heading straight towards the three of them.

At this moment, several people had already left the range of the enchantment, Bai Zhiluo no longer hesitated, and waved his hand to throw a restriction into the air.Following her movements, a small black spot suddenly appeared in the air out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, the small black dot began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Random teleportation ban!

Through this restriction, you can randomly reach another location within a certain range.The higher the repair level, the greater the teleportable range.The location is completely random.

Although it is a restriction to fight for character, its preciousness is no less than some treasures, but Bai Zhiluo only has this one.It's just that this restriction needs time to be opened.

But the Bailian city lord obviously does not belong to the type of "villains must talk a lot".Seeing that a few people were about to flee, the black dragon in his hand sped up instantly, roaring and rushed towards Leng Aotian who was at the front.

Seeing this, Leng Aotian gritted his teeth, and the phantom of the giant clock disappeared instantly, replaced by...

"Purple Rain Holy Emperor's Bell!" As soon as the artifact was released, a monstrous pressure descended.

Even those ferocious black dragons paused slightly in their movements.

The eyes of the Lord Bailian, who was shrouded in black and cold mist, were round and full of greed.

If he can really get this kind of artifact, his cultivation will probably go a step further.He has been in the bottleneck period for many years, and now seeing the birth of the artifact is even more crazy.

Jiang Qingwan was also surprised, Leng Aotian's ability to summon the artifact projection was far beyond her expectations, and she never thought that the artifact was really in his hands.

Instead of retreating, Leng Aotian moved forward, manipulating the huge clock to collide with those black dragons.

The roar was earth-shattering.

The artifact was born, and everyone present, as long as they were monks, would be jealous.The scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

There are still many sober-minded people in the magic cultivator, who know that even if the person holding the artifact is captured, the artifact will not be theirs, so it is better to capture Jiang and Bai and take credit for it.

It's just that the most difficult Lord Bailian and most of the monks who tried to fish in troubled waters and take advantage of the chaos have been held back by Leng Aotian.But in a short while, the restriction has been fully launched.

But Bai Zhiluo hesitated when she stepped into the portal formed by the restriction, if she was asked to leave by herself, how could she feel at ease?She looked in Leng Aotian's direction, but saw that he took advantage of the chaos to hide a porcelain bottle in the sky, and threw it at her.

She raised her hand to catch it, and a sound transmission from the spiritual consciousness on the temporary condensed bottle sounded in her mind: "Go first, I have my own means of saving my life. The antidote in the bottle has not been refined yet, you two..." The second half The paragraph is obviously not entered in time.

At this moment, the portal has already begun to close.

Jiang Qingwan said anxiously: "What are you doing? Go in quickly!!"

So Bai Zhiluo gritted her teeth and jumped into the portal.

Seeing that Bai Zhiluo had already left at night, Jiang Qing held on a little longer, and only sneaked in when the restriction was about to be completely closed.

Seeing the two of them leaving safely, Leng Aotian over there, a little complicated flashed between his brows, sighed lightly, and sent a sound transmission to the opposite city lord Bailian: "Wait a while you pretend to catch me. Let's get this matter over quickly , the guardian still wants to see me."

The Lord Bailian was still cursing, but he quickly sent a voice: "Obey."