Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Ji Yunlai tore apart more than half of the ghosts. They had heads and faces, but they were missing arms and half of their bodies.

Innocent.

The disciples have already quietly cheered, they recognize this guy, and he keeps saying that he wants to take them as hostages, a fool who relies on the magic circle, dares to be different from their great master, please clean up the master master Fan, don't feel afraid to scare them.

Ji Yunlai's expression was serene and peaceful, as calm as water, but the fingers pinching the ghost's neck didn't stop, almost wanting to pinch the ghost into two again.

His pointing power was extremely strange, causing the ghosts to scatter and flee innumerably, and instead had the same sense of identity.

The ghost struggled for a moment with a painful and unbearable expression, then suddenly reached out and drew a very simple circle in the void.

Almost at the same time, the entire Daoist Palace shook suddenly, and the buildings of heaven and earth collapsed like building blocks and sank into the ground. The surrounding grass spread and turned into layers of mazes, surrounding them.

And there seemed to be an extremely terrifying suction force coming from the void, trying to suck them all into it.

Ji Yunlai didn't move at all, but watched all this seriously and quietly. All the superficial trajectories, morals, and mana movements were removed from his dark pupils and turned into the most primitive runes. analyzed and deciphered.

The disciples behind were sucked away like a gourd, Huang Wei stretched out her hand to grab the left sleeve of the sect master's master in desperation.

This one is terrible, Huang Wei was caught by several hands in an instant, and the owners of those hands also hung many other people, they climbed on the former one after another, like a group of monkeys trying to climb a big tree ——That expression is not only not afraid, but also very excited: I want to pull the head's clothes too!

Lou can still barely resist, but seeing this situation, I really want to pretend that I can't resist and then go to pull it.

Huang Wei had no choice but to turn back angrily: "Whoever climbs on me will kick him!"

So she immediately got a lot of criticism from her classmates, pointing out that she didn't respect and love her classmates.

Finally, Ji Yunlai couldn't stand it anymore. He threw the ghost in his hand, and the invisible sword energy flew out, nailing it in the void. He stretched out his hand and drew several runes in the void. The ripples collapsed instantly, and the Kunlai disciples They fell to the ground with a look of regret, and a few wanted to touch Huang Wei's hand that had just grabbed the sleeve.

Only then did Ji Yunlai stare at the ghost: "Tell me, who are you?"

"You don't deserve to know who I am!" the ghost forcefully held up his aura and said coldly.

Ji Yunlai was too lazy to talk, and was about to tidy him up for his disciples, when he saw the whole maze of fragrant grasses change again, the sky was thundered with countless thunderbolts, the sky turned dark purple, and the silver snake danced wildly, the momentum was terrifying, he Frowning slightly, while waving his sleeves, the long sleeves fluttered, covering all the disciples.

That day there was an extremely strange purple aura in the thunder. With Ji Yunlai's cultivation, it was a bit difficult to catch a few shots. It would be a pity if he fought hard. He thought about it, and his brows turned into countless white lights , Greeting Ziqi like an hourglass, collecting all of it into the Demon Sealing Hall of Lingtai.

The purple light seemed to find the enemy, and killed countless demons one after another, and the last remaining ashes turned into nourishment, which grew as strong as before and nourished the crossing sword that he hadn't replenished for a long time.

This day's thunder seemed to consume a lot of money in the Dao Palace, but within half a moment, all of this day's thunder stopped.

By this time, the ghost had long since disappeared.

Ji Yunlai pulled back his water sleeves, and looked coldly at the disciples who were breathing in the immortal energy.

The disciples immediately looked obedient and looked at him with admiration, as if they didn't know what they had done.

Ji Yunlai thought to himself that they should be disconnected from the Internet for a few more days. He turned his head to look at the huge grass labyrinth, closed his eyes for a while, and stopped talking.

The disciples still looked obedient and did not dare to say a word.

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At the core of the Dao Palace, only a small piece of soul remained and finally recalled its main body. Although the ghost gathered its body again, it was only much thinner, as if its transparency had been reduced by 80.00%, and it could not be seen without looking hard.

Luo Qingxiao looked indifferent: "I said earlier, you can't underestimate him."

Yin Potian's handsome face showed a bit of exasperation, but he still held back his temper, exhaled forcefully, and said worriedly: "I really underestimated the heroes of the world, and this wave is really fierce."

Ten thousand years ago, he was invincible and invincible in all battles, and he was always superior in every way when he met his juniors. Even if he didn't do well in the earth and stars in his previous life, he felt that it was because he lost the memory of his previous life, so when he thought about it, With the Dao Palace in hand, it was the time when my confidence was bursting. I just saw the junior immortal and just felt that he was the same as the three great immortals, no different... Now it seems that there is no difference, no difference ah!

And...he pressed his forehead, it seemed that he was deeply affected by the down-and-out life on Earth in his previous life, and he always tried his best to express it.

But even the Zixiao Dao Tribulation Formation, which can hurt immortals, can't hurt him?

This is great, and it's really too much.

Yin Potian's frown deepened, he really couldn't think of any way to stop this junior immortal from wreaking havoc in the Dao Palace, and the four seasons of youthful formation might not be able to stop him for a while.

He glanced at the water mirror in the mountain and river cauldron again, seeing that junior immortal standing still with his eyes closed, he was puzzled for a moment, and asked, "What is he doing?"

Luo Qingxiao glanced at it, knowing it well, but just said: "I don't know either."

Yin Potian didn't believe it, but now he had to rely on Luo Qingxiao first. After all, he only had a soul body left now, and his spiritual sense induction was extremely low, so he said, "Can you help me lead them out of the Dao Palace first?"

As long as the evil star leaves the Dao Palace, relying on the formation here and that thing, he has enough confidence to recover in a short time.

He regretted not listening to Luo Qingxiao's words. He saw so many young and outstanding monks, and beauties with different looks for a long time, so he grabbed them all... Sure enough, he was too much influenced by those novels, but there was no other way. , who told him that the two personalities of his past life and this life have not yet fully blended in...

Luo Qingxiao shook his head, revealing the wound on his hand: "It was injured by him, and it cannot be healed."

Yin Potian was a little stunned, knowing that the other party didn't hold back at all, he couldn't help but sighed a little: "Oh, Qing Xiao, you are so miserable. When I recover my cultivation, I will use my luck to heal you."

Luo Qingxiao sighed: "I dare not."

But then, his expression changed drastically, and he took out a piece of white jade, which was exquisite and translucent, and was carved into the appearance of a small fairy palace, and just as they were talking, more than half of the front of the fairy palace had turned gray, and Gray is spreading rapidly.

Is this the formation control of Eroding Asgard? ?

How could there be such a monster! ?

He looked at the indifferent Luo Qingxiao and sighed.

"Well, in only 1 years, the family was ruined by his son." Yin Potian was a little sad, "I told Dalang back then, you can't go to Wangchuan easily, what's there to be a ghost emperor, he should go What’s more, let the grandson mess around, take the time to get lucky, the capital was wiped out by the monster clan, and the rest of the royal families were still established as kings, and they were defeated one by one... What a crime!"

Luo Qingxiao bowed her head and remained silent.

"You dare to swear by Kunlai's Dao Deed that these are true, I naturally believe you." Yin Potian comforted the only combat power currently available, "Well, as long as you let him go out, I will Return the Dao Deed seal to you!"

Luo Qingxiao remained silent.

"Then I will return it to you first, you have to promise me." Yin Potian said helplessly.

"That's not good." Luo Qingxiao said in a low voice.

"It's nothing bad, I can still do this." Yin Potian raised his hand and took out a star from the Jade Fairy Palace.

"Okay." Luo Qingxiao accepted the Dao Deed and stood aside.

Yin Potian looked cold.

After Luo Qingxiao put away that bit of starlight, his expression was quiet, and he just said lightly: "Don't worry, if there is chaos in the devil today, if he finds his apprentice, he will leave."

Yin Potian was furious, and looking at the jade, there was only the last point left that did not turn gray.

Gritting his teeth, he squeezed the Jade Palace hard, and fished out something from the Shanhe Cauldron, and then his whole soul was thrown into the last ray of light, and disappeared.

Luo Qingxiao curled her lips slightly, if it wasn't for the oath in his blood that prevented him from easily attacking the grandson Daxuan, how could he have made him dance for so long.

He glanced at the core of the underground palace with nostalgia, and then at Ji Yunlai who was standing still in the water mirror, his expression relaxed a little, and he sighed: "If you don't pass on the Dharma, and pass on the lamp without passing on the salary, I will eventually become enlightened." It's a bit late."

What Kunlai inherits is the strength of will, not the blood of Taoism.

The wind knows the strength of the grass, since seeing Kunlai, I have seen the hearts of the people. 600 years ago, I thought that the Kunlai of Zhongzhou was just a little fur and had nothing to do with Kunlai, so he watched Ayun's Kunlai turn into a sea of ​​​​flames with cold eyes-now I want to come here , how stupid that is, how put the cart before the horse.

People will change, the law will change, the mountain gate will decay, and the testimony of the past will eventually be a foreign object.

Only if the way is not changed, the meaning is not changed, the meaning of real gold that will never be destroyed by fire or wind, is the meaning and way of inheritance of Kunlai.

He sighed a little, why did the master pass the fairy to me back then, was it to find Ayun?

But ridiculous.

He turned and left, before the last area of ​​Jade Stone Immortal Palace turned gray.

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Ji Yunlai suddenly opened his eyes.

The disciples sat obediently in front of him, with expressions of reverence and admiration, and the stars in the eyes of many disciples were about to pop out.

He was too lazy to get angry, he just stretched out his hand and casually summoned a piece of jade from his disciple.

Huang Wei felt a little heartbroken, but felt that it was the luck of this jade to use it for the head!

Using his fingers as swords, Ji Yunlai quickly carved countless small rune patterns on the jade ring, and from time to time, jade shards fell down, and his disciples quietly recruited them to pick them up.

After a breath, Yu Jue has turned into a small fairy palace. If the ghost Yin Potian was there, he would immediately recognize that this thing is exactly the same as the ashes of the fairy palace in his hand except that it is a little smaller.

Ji Yunlai raised his hand, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and he was already in an empty hall.

The entire hall is carved with top-quality spirit stones, not to mention the various liquefied spirit milks in it, which are extremely precious things, and there are fairy grasses growing wildly in the corners, which have been used for thousands of years. It grew from the spiritual grass outside the door.

Blueprints of various instruments, as well as puppets, are innumerable.

The disciples looked very curious, without any greed, and looked at the master one after another.

However, Ji Yunlai just glanced at the scene in the mountain and river tripod, and reached out to pick up the cloud turtle who was grazing, An Xian who was cutting grass, and the angry white daffodil.