After the battle to damage the Immortal Venerable to prove the ruthless way

The little oriole looked up.

Hanging above the streamer umbrella, there is an eternal silence sword piercing into the sky at an unknown time.

At this moment, Yongji was forced to bear the lightning strike, and the lightning and flint flowed brightly from the sword, with a myriad of brilliance.

Good-looking is extremely good-looking.

Pain is really painful.

Yongji and Linyuan are one in nature, and when Yongji bears the thunder, it is Linyuan who bears it.

Therefore, it was Linyuan who blocked the thunder disaster for him.

Yan Zizhi did not expect that the Immortal Venerable, who would not take the initiative or refuse in front of him, would make a move.

From the very beginning, he had planned his game to the fullest, and if he died under the thunder, it would be because of his bad move, and he would never blame others.

If he is lucky enough to survive, then from now on, the sky will be high and the sea will be wide enough for him to fly.

He is a majestic devil, never looking forward or backward when doing things, he is unrestrained and unrestrained, he does what he wants, and he is very comfortable.

He thought of all the possibilities, but it never occurred to him that Lin Yuan would block the thunder disaster for him.

???

Although, but, I still can't help but want to ask, Xianzun, are you still practicing your ruthless way?

The two in the formation formed a stark contrast.

It was Ji Yunzhi's body that endured the thunder. Although he hadn't built a foundation, he had just taken two god-level pills carefully refined by his elder brother, so there was no problem for the time being.

Not only is there no problem, but also very happy.

The first elixir can completely cure his physical problems, and the second one is a little redundant, just to resist the current damage.

But Lin Yuan was different, his immortal energy could hardly be replenished in the realm of innocence, and he was seriously injured.

At this time, he was still self-righteously protecting him from the thunder, but that body was already broken.

Little Yellow Oriole: [The Immortal Venerable vomited blood again and again. 】

Although you shouldn't appreciate the battle-damaged appearance at this time, I'd better take a look at it, and we will never see him again after you preach for him.

Lin Yuan propped the fairy sword in his hand on the ground with his backhand, and knelt on one knee to support his body from falling.

But it never interrupted the ancient spirit formation.

Yongji once again endured a thunderstorm.

Yan Zizhi looked at the 'progress bar' on the streamer umbrella, it was almost full.

Yongji was knocked sideways by the lightning.

Several brilliant rays of light on the streamer umbrella shine on the world-traveling mirror.

It seems to have countless suctions, secretly, secretly.

Secretly inhale the world mirror into the umbrella.

Just a little bit, just a little bit...

Little Yellow Oriole: [I think you are the one who is suitable for cultivating the ruthless way. 】

Just when the Liuguang Umbrella was about to absorb a little bit (Lin Yuan still had a breath), a long sword suddenly flew from outside the formation.

It collided fiercely with the streamer umbrella.

There was a loud sword clanging sound.

Although this blow did not knock down the streamer umbrella.

But the person who used this move was definitely not low in cultivation, and with all his strength, he still interrupted the ancient spirit formation.

Damn, it was almost there.

A man dressed in black rushed in through the magical realm of happiness: "Ji Yunzhi, don't insult my master."

How could you insult your master?

Even if you become a Taoist companion with your master, no matter what, it is your master who is above you.

Isn't he the one being bullied?

This male protagonist is really too eccentric.

Lin Jiran walked up to Lin Yuan, wanting to help him up, "Master, are you alright?"

Lin Yuan shook his head, but the hand holding the sword intentionally avoided the direction in which the apprentice was reaching.

The male protagonist froze to the side, his outstretched hand clenched into a fist in mid-air.

[It's over, it's over, the hero is about to turn black again. 】

"It's not his turn to blacken this time, I'm going to blacken it."

After working so hard to deceive Lin Yuan for so long, he was just a little bit short of being able to take away the mirror of the world, but was interrupted by the trap of the male lead.

Xiao Huangqi: [I think you will end up miserable if you cheat like this, so be careful in the Shura field. 】

Yan Zizhi: "Didn't you let me complete the task?"

Little Yellow Oriole: [Do you dare to say that you have no selfish intentions? 】

Yan Zizhi: "Don't talk about it."

"Master, why do you want to protect him?" Lin Jiran's eyes were red, and he clenched his fists, wanting to ask the teacher for his crime.

He looks so pitiful, like a big boy whose beloved toy has been snatched away by others.

"Ji Yunzhi has lied to you time and time again, and now he still humiliates you with the Heling Formation, let his disciples avenge the Master today."

The long sword flew towards Ji Yunzhi without mercy.

Lin Jiran was murderous.

The kind of trick to kill.

Ji Yunzhi's body is a rookie who doesn't even have a foundation.

Wanting to avoid Lin Jiran's ultimate move can be said to be a dream.

Only at this moment did Yan understand that before Lin Yuan pointed his sword at him, he was really just playing with him.

The hero's pioneering moves almost made him a battle flag.

It's still playing ball!Throw the table.

Wouldn't he really be a dish if he didn't have the World Tracing Mirror?

The majestic Demon Lord, if he is chopped up by a male protagonist who has not yet become a dragon and proud of the sky, he might as well not be resurrected.

Thinking about how miserable Mo Sheng would be in the future, Yan Zizhi didn't bother to make false claims with them anymore.

Throwing the streamer umbrella into the sky broke everyone's demons and illusions.

A few muddle-headed disciples outside stood there like wooden figures.

The fog dissipated suddenly, and they hadn't reacted from their inner demons yet.

Like a child who was writing a secret diary, the fig leaf was suddenly pulled away and exposed to everyone's eyes.

At this moment, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay and lowered their heads in embarrassment.

There are also smart disciples who stagger the topic: "How did it become like this here?"

"What's wrong with us?"

"Brother, you? What are you doing?"

Lin Jiran seemed to be red-eyed, and he didn't care if his little disciple was awake to watch him kill.

The long sword in his hand came out like a dragon, stabbing at Yan Zizhi with every move.

Thanks to Yan Zizhi breaking the illusion ahead of time, Xiang Jiurong reacted immediately and raised his demon sword to meet him.

Two people of the same level fought in the dark.

Yan Zizhi calmed down, and began to look at the entire 'tomb'.

After the original oriole in the tomb was strangled to death by Yan Zizhi, the hallucinations in the entire tomb disappeared.

There has never been any imperial mausoleum, all of this is just an illusion arranged by Xiao Wang with his magic skills.

Once the beam is destroyed, no one will build a mausoleum for the king of the subjugated country.

Even if there were, the people of the Xiao Clan were sacrificed to heaven by Xiao Wan.

This place is just a cold cave.

From the moment the merman lamp was unintentionally ignited, everyone entered the illusion together.

In the whole illusion, only Xiao Wang and the coffin are real.

At this moment, the illusion was completely destroyed by Yan Zizhi, and all the scenery disappeared, except the coffin.

There is a dusty stone hanging in the middle of the cave.

If Lin Jiran hadn't interrupted the ancient spirit formation just now, he might have taken everyone out of here after he got the World Tracing Mirror.

But now...

Yan Zizhi is too lazy to talk nonsense, the little oriole in the environment has been taken care of by him, all he needs to do is...

The streamer umbrella was thrown out suddenly, and it rose vertically into the sky, releasing all the immortal energy absorbed from Lin Yuan just now.

Yan Zizhi held the streaming umbrella with one hand, and went up with the umbrella.

Driven by him, the fairy energy on the streamer umbrella began to merge into the world-traveling mirror.

And the top of the streamer umbrella is echoing with the thunder and lightning outside.

The current flows down the umbrella, every thread and every thread.

One after another, they smashed on the enchantment of the realm of innocence.

Everyone looked up, although they didn't understand why the thunder calamity couldn't hit Ji Yunzhi right now.

But the scene in front of them was so shocking that everyone was speechless in surprise.

At this moment, no one realizes that something is wrong?

Lin Yuan, who had been silent all this time, stood up unsteadily, and looked up at him.

The white clothes were stained with blood, and the torn clothes were messy in the wind.

A different kind of 'war damage' beauty.

"What are you doing?"

The author has something to say:

The countdown to Xianzun vomiting blood, one day!

Yan Zizhi: What script did I take?Husband chasing crematorium? ?

Author: How come!You are my big boy! (against one's will)

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