Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

The high priest sighed softly, raised his hand and pointed out.

In the blink of an eye, he and Ji Yunlai fought several tricks. At their level, what they are competing with is Taoism, the true understanding, and the sky is turned upside down with a snap of the finger, not just talking.

The living creatures in the entire Wudi almost avoided them instantly, Senior Brother Yang resolutely avoided Feng Qingxiu, he was not restrained by the high priest, or he couldn't help but be the same when he was around the high priest.

Feng Qingxiu looked nervously at the distant battlefield, wishing she could rush to help.

"Shall we go first?" Yang Juyin pulled Feng Qingxiu back, "We are only a burden on Master here."

"But the master is just splitting the soul." Feng Qingxiu was very anxious in his heart, he knew better than anyone else that the master had been guarding Kunlai all the time, and the person in front of him who was opposed to the Supreme Immortal was just a piece of paper no bigger than his palm Cultivators are different from other people, if the soul falls into the hands of others, there are a hundred ways to hurt the body.

"Do you have a solution?" Yang Qiyin asked.

Feng Qingxiu gritted her teeth dejectedly: "No."

"Then don't talk nonsense." Yang Juyin grabbed him and ran away. In his desperation, he never noticed that there was a faint black smoke in the eyes of his junior brother.

On the other hand, the war ended very quickly.

Ji Yunlai's previous sword light was extremely fierce, but the high priest's every move was like a trickle of clear water, rippling, without any smell of fireworks, but as the number of fights with the high priest increased, that fierceness and domineering gradually dissipated, becoming As indifferent and long as time, from ancient times to the present, it does not exist for Yao, nor perish for Jie.

No matter how gentle and rippling the water is, all the changes are covered by time.

In just a blink of an eye, he broke through the endless water waves, pierced his body with a sword, and pierced into the chest of the great priest.

Heavenly demons change, time is myriad of laws, Yun Lai has automatically analyzed the mysteries of his Taoism and found out the way to solve it, his comprehension is so high, it is simply terrifying, but... the high priest sighed softly: "When you were in Yunguo, why didn't you have such talent?"

If he had known at that time, the plan for that year would not have been the case.

Ji Yunlai's sword energy spread, and countless rotten flowers bloomed on the opponent's wound. Hearing this, a hint of sarcasm appeared in his brows and eyes: "Luo Qingxiao, what is important to you?"

The high priest recalled a little, and said calmly: "At first, it was Shi Ming, then Daxuan, then Yin Yanxiu, and after that, Liberation, right? After practicing for thousands of years, you see the lives of mortals are like ants, and they go away in a blink of an eye. , see the familiar people go away one by one, see the bright summer flowers, you will like it, but when you need it, you will take it off. There will be no burden."

His meaning is so clear, as if to say, you are the flower I plucked.

After thinking for a while, he slowly said: "You will become a person like me in the future. When people around you leave one by one, it is like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon. The world you get is not the same as that of a caterpillar."

"It's ridiculous, a butterfly breaks out of its cocoon, isn't it a worm?" Ji Yunlai sneered, "Don't be self-righteous, if that's the case, why do you do those shady things?"

"Because the butterfly is not just me." The high priest watched the rotten dark lines slowly spread up his neck, and smiled softly, "It's a pity, if you are in your own body, it will be difficult for me to defeat you."

Following his soft words, in the endless void, there seemed to be the voice of heaven, singing softly, and a white lotus bloomed leisurely, with a deep fragrance, appearing at the feet of the two of them.

Ji Yunlai's eyes shrank slightly. He knew back then that he was just a piece of paper and could not bear too much power. If he directly used his true energy to break the imprisonment of the lotus flower, the possession talisman paper would be ashamed. Flying annihilation, only the soul will be left, and there will be too few ways to move.

It's just that he looked at the high priest coldly, do you really think that there is nothing I can do?

The high priest nodded slightly: "Yun Lai, rest your hands."

"To be able to say this, your face is indeed that Luo Qingxiao back then." Ji Yunlai sneered.

Thinking back to those years, the high priest looked gentle: "I am not a gentleman, who made Ah Yun so cute back then, and it is hard to stop bullying."

Ji Yunlai didn't expect that he would really have the face to bring up the past, and was really shocked by the other party's shamelessness for a moment, and was speechless.

"The Priest Daxuan maintains his demeanor at all times. He is supreme. After thousands of years, I almost thought that was my original appearance." The Priest leaned on the lotus, feeling a little funny: "Then Yin Yanxiu accidentally saw my true nature and tempted me in every possible way. , I liked it, but later my political views were contrary, and I didn’t like it. I endured the responsibility again and again until he gave me a glass of Jue Ming wine. I was so angry that I raised my hand and took his dog’s head. After that moment, I suddenly felt that my thoughts were clear. , Lingtai is clear. Since then, I have never been obsessed with the world, and there is no limit to what I do. You think I am acting too much, but you don’t know. I have never directly targeted you. What I do is just incidental That's all."

Ji Yunlai stared at him for a long time before slowly saying: "You know, you have entered the path of the devil if you act like this."

"So what, Dao doesn't distinguish between high and low, and people don't distinguish between high and low. We seek the Dao with difficulty, but it's not to make sacrifices for mortals." Early?"

Ji Yunlai suddenly grasped the sword and stared at him coldly.

"Is it strange?" the high priest pointed to the stream outside, and smiled, "Have you seen the Santu River? It flows through the void and stars, and passes through the places where all life breeds. Ji Yunlai died at the age of five. It's destiny, if I didn't need a day's Tao Dharma body to cross the catastrophe, why would I go three ways away to capture a ray of lonely souls that don't exist here? At that time, I absorbed no less than a hundred thousand dead souls for Yunlai's physical body. Find a soul that fits the body. This grace is like recreating, does Yun Lai know?"

Ji Yunlai burst into anger: "Then I still have to thank you?"

"No, between you and me, why bother to say thank you." The high priest smiled and nodded, "Give me the king's seal, and we will owe nothing."

Ji Yunlai silently clenched the invisible sword energy in his hand and did not answer.

The high priest felt that something was wrong, and was about to urge him, when he heard a cold voice: "We don't owe each other, do I agree?"

He raised his head, and outside the lotus, Ji Yunlai stood silently in a black robe.

The great priest looked at Ji Yunlai, who was exactly the same as him in the lotus, and felt a little bitter.

This came too fast, this lotus has the ability to block spiritual thoughts, even if the soul is divided, it can't notify the body, how did he receive the news so quickly?

The great priest couldn't figure it out.

Does he not care about Kun-Lai's network?

These thoughts were like flashes of light, flashed across his mind in the blink of an eye, but his speed was not slow at all, he abandoned the Taoist artifact Bailian almost instantly, and swept towards the end of the stream.

And the ninety or ninety-fold petals of the white lotus flew like snow, blocking behind him in an instant, like armor, indestructible.

Daoist Xing only raised his hand, pointing at the sword energy.

Different from the fierce sword energy of Fenhun, this sword energy has no power, and is even gentle like a spring breeze caressing the face.

However, under the sword energy, those layers of petals were like dream bubbles, annihilated in an instant. The sword intent spanned distance and time, and seemed to blur the boundary between life and death.

The sword intent undoubtedly hit the target, and the high priest spurted out a mouthful of blood, but he didn't fight back at all, instead falling into the endless abyss even faster.

Disappear.

Only then did Ji Yunlai let go.

The split soul on the opposite side nodded to him, and suddenly turned into a paper talisman and floated into his palm.

Xiaoqing must be frightened, it is better to go to see him first.

With a thought in his mind, he was about to leave, but he suddenly had a feeling and raised his head.

In the darkness of the sky, there seemed to be a kind of magic thought that even he could feel the pressure, but it was so familiar...

As soon as he had doubts in his heart, he saw endless demonic thoughts slowly gather, and instantly formed a figure so familiar that he was stunned: "... Qing?"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he saw the phantom rushing towards him like a gust of wind, throwing him to the ground suddenly.

"Qing?" Ji Yunlai just asked tentatively, and the next second, the other party covered his lips and kissed her.

The author has something to say: Don't dislike the saying of the great priest, if he helps him, Xiao Yang will be compared to the sky in an instant.