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

The black-robed ghost cultivator stood shoulder to shoulder with him, never retreating a single step.

Obviously a member of the Moon Palace team.

Obviously he had the same chance to leave just now.

Yan Zizhi looked at him suspiciously.

But all he could see was a side face covered by a cold mask.

Familiar yet unfamiliar.

Who is he.

A plan formed in an instant slowly emerged in Yan Zizhi's mind.

Since I don't know who you are.

Then take the initiative to ask you to tell who you are.

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In the realm of nightmares, the original ghost has disappeared.

The entire hall was empty, except for a Taoist priest sitting cross-legged upright under the statue.

The messy hair was coiled on the top of the head with a simple wooden hairpin, and the gray Taoist robe was not neatly spread on the knees.

While reciting the mantra, the Taoist raised his head and looked at the tall god statue.

The incantations in his mouth are obscure and difficult to understand, a bit unlike the spells practiced by Xianmen now.

Yan Zizhi rubbed a few words in his ears, and felt that they were very familiar.

He can fully understand these incantations.

As if there is no barrier, they are all things he has used before.

Looking at the years in the illusion, it seems to be much earlier than now.

It should be the legendary ancient fairy clan.

This is strange.

How could he have used the spells of the ancient immortals in this world as a majestic demon?

Lin Yuan at the side hid his clenched hands under the wide sleeves, and his indifferent eyebrows and eyes slightly opened under the mask.

Isn't this ancient incantation something that was lost in ancient times?

Thousands of years ago, above the Xiuxian sect at this time, there used to be a mountain gate that reached the sky: Yunhuang Xianshan.

All sects of cultivating immortals belong to the management of Yunhuang Xianshan.

It can be said that Yunhuang Xianshan is a high-ranking and powerful person above all the immortal sects.

Only the best among the disciples of the major immortal sects can enter Yunhuang Xianshan to practice again.

And once there is a chance to enter Yunhuang, it is half a step into the land of ascension.

In the mortal world, all immortal cultivators over 400 years old have heard the name of Yunhuang Fairy Mountain.

At that time, Yunhuang Xianshan was still there.

Judging from the current illusion, their current location should be the temple related to the Yunhuang Fairy Mountain.

Unfortunately, 400 years ago, due to an unrecorded catastrophe, Yunhuang Xianshan was completely destroyed in the history books of the fairy world.

No one knows why it fell.

All those in the know kept silent about its demise.

Since then, the heavens have been furious.

In the following 400 years, no one in the world of cultivating immortals has ever ascended.

Once upon a time, there was a Yunhuang fairy mountain, which could allow immortal cultivators to communicate with the heavens.

After the destruction of Yunhuang Xianshan, they can only rely on their ancestors who had ascended thousands of years ago to descend from the oracle platform, and get a little news about ascension.

It has to be called a step backward.

That day was in the realm of innocence.

The ancient Heling Formation that Ji Yunzhi sang was the ancient formation handed down from Yunhuang Fairy Mountain.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan turned his head to look at Yan Zizhi.

The two happened to have eye contact.

They read an inexplicable affection from each other's eyes.

They are obviously two people who just met in the illusion, but they both feel that they have known each other for a long time.

This is probably what is called,

The first acquaintance with you is like returning from an old friend.

"What are you two looking at?"

When the two pairs of eyes were looking at each other, a small head suddenly rose in the middle of the line of sight.

Xiang Jiurong stared at his big eyes, and stared fiercely at the ghost in black.

"If you look at it again, I'll dig out your eyeballs."

The young master dropped what he thought was very threatening.

Who knew that the other party just turned his head back indifferently.

Not a word.

Emotionless.

I'm so short tempered.

Xiang Jiurong began to roll up his sleeves.

"Bang" sound.

A loud crashing sound came from behind the four of them.

The four looked back almost at the same time.

The gate of the palace in the nightmare realm was not knocked open.

It's just that the movement outside the palace gate can be described as earth-shattering.

Lin Jingfeng in the illusion also raised his head suddenly, his eyes filled with disbelief, and looked outside the door.

But he didn't get up.

The spell in his mouth was interrupted, his upper and lower lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a word.

It was only at this time that everyone discovered that there were seven or eight imperceptible golden threads tightly clinging to his legs under his Taoist robe.

It seemed that he was restrained in place, not allowing him to act rashly.

The golden thread is covered with dense spells.

Lin Jingfeng tried to stand up, but was hit hard on the ground by the lightning from the spell.

Yan Zizhi narrowed his eyes.

Hey, this technique is a bit like the chains on Yi Yan Wu Wei's body on the chrysanthemum cage.

As long as you act rashly, you will encounter extremely arrogant lightning strikes.

The ancestors of the Taiwei sect really followed the ancient method for thousands of years, but it hasn't changed at all.

Unexpectedly, the majestic head of the Taiwei Sect was bound by such chains, which is very amusing.

Yan Zizhi continued to watch with the mood of watching a play.

This nightmare scene is strange, obviously it should be a very dangerous scene, but there has been no movement until now.

Instead, the short movie was playing all the time.

There were several angry reprimands from outside the heavy hall door.

"Ignorant little demon, you want to break into my Yunhuang holy land, but are you impatient?"

"Give him back to me, and I'll go."

A delicate voice sounded outside the hall.

The four people in the illusion looked at each other, and they knew by feeling that the voice must belong to the little fox.

"Speaking wildly, he is a disciple of my Taiwei Sect. He has entered the Yunhuang Holy Land to cultivate, and he will definitely ascend to immortality in the future. How could he be entangled with a goblin like you?"

"I advise you to leave quickly, don't suffer so much and end up in a mess."

The delicate female voice was silent for a while.

The voice gradually became colder: "I don't know who will be lost in the end."

A moment later, the heavy palace door was hit by powerful mana again.

You must know that the gate of the main hall is densely covered with the incantations written by the ancestor Taiwei in blood at that time.

Judging from this level of impact, the little fox's magic power is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary goblins.

I'm afraid the spell won't last for a quarter of an hour, and it will be smashed to pieces by the little fox.

"Ranran..." The disciple kneeling under the statue turned red because he tried his best to break free from the golden thread.

Cracking flaws.

"If you don't release him again, don't blame me for washing this Yunhuang Temple with blood!"

What a big breath.

Yan Zizhi raised an eyebrow.

Is this really what the little fox who catches any fish will fall into the pond can say?

It was clear that she was very weak at that time, even food had to be fed into his mouth by the little Taoist priest.

Why does the screen become so domineering as soon as it jumps?

Fights may have started outside because of the little fox's words.

In short, the fight was earth-shattering, but unfortunately the people staying inside didn't feel it at all. After all, they couldn't watch through the wall.

Thinking about it, I still have a little regret.

After only a few moments, the incantation above the gate of the main hall suddenly shook with water ripples.

Then a person came in.

"Elder Qiu?"

Yan Wuwei couldn't restrain the astonishment in his chest.

How could he still play?

I saw Elder Qiu rushed in in a hurry, holding the sword in his hand upside down, his body was covered with various traces of fighting, and there was a trace of blood on the Taoist robe.

"Brother, you must not soften your heart for a while."

Lin Jingfeng sat on the formation with red eyes.

He ignored Elder Qiu's words and did not express his opinion.

"Senior brother is the only heir of my Taiwei Sect, and he is responsible for the ruthless one. This is the last hurdle, senior brother, don't waste all your previous efforts."

"In order to kill her for you, we built these 480 temples to weaken her magic power by [-]%."

"She is a born evil spirit, heartless and ruthless, brother, don't be deceived by her weak appearance, and don't forget why the master asked you to approach her in the first place!"

Oh wow.

Things seem to be getting more fun.

In the beginning of Ganqing, the little Taoist priest rescued the little fox was just a play.

Is this deliberately approaching, cultivating feelings, and then to prove Lin Jingfeng's ruthless words?

Everyone was beating the earth-shattering little fox outside the hall, and there was a 3-minute silence.

Only Yan Zizhi narrowed his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the head of Taiwei is also practicing the ruthless way.

So, Linyuan's ruthless way can also be proved in this way? ? ?

Really interesting.

Killing a loved one to prove the Tao is really worthy of the word ruthless.

"That's all I've said, look at senior brother for a while, don't be merciful."

Following Elder Qiu's words, the voice fell.

The gate of the main hall also collapsed at this moment.

The incantations that held together the gates of the main hall could no longer withstand a single blow.

At the same time as the huge palace gate collapsed, there were dozens of disciples who were blown away.

For a while, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and thick fog filled the air.

After the dust fell to the ground, everyone saw the pretty little fox in a lotus root pink robe holding a law enforcement device.

The delicate and pitiful figure looked extremely firm under the dusty sky at this moment.

She stretched out her hand towards Lin Jingfeng, "I'll take you away."

Her tone was gentle but firm.

Despite her valiant posture, Yan Zizhi still saw the blood slowly dripping down her wrist from the hand holding the magic weapon.

The little fox was injured?

No, none of the ancient spells could hurt her, so it can be seen that her cultivation level is enough to shake the world.

These disciples are all rookies, it is impossible to hurt her.

unless……

Yan Zizhi's eyes fell on the hem of the little fox's dress.

If you don't look carefully, you will think that the few dazzling red drops at the hem are just plum blossom decorations.

That's blood.

Mottled blood.

The Fox Demon Clan and the Phoenix Clan where Xiang Jiurong belonged were one of the two ancient monster clans.

The two types of them are comparable, and they are both demon traces left by the gods on the earth.

The Phoenix family has the ability to be reborn from Nirvana in order to protect themselves.

The fox demon clan also cuts off their tails to survive, and each tail is an opportunity for each rebirth.

If all the fox tails are cut off, then the vitality will also be cut off.

This little fox has a profound way of thinking, and it doesn't look like a fox's tail has been cut off.

On the contrary, it's kind of like...

"She should have just given birth..."

Lin Yuan answered from the side.

He unexpectedly noticed the strangeness of the little fox at the same time as himself.

A strange feeling crossed Yan Zizhi's heart.

This feeling has never appeared before.

Because no matter what he sees or feels, the people around him have no way to synchronize with him.

The abbreviation can't keep up with his rhythm, and he always needs to try his best to explain it.

Just like entering the hall at the beginning, he already knew that there was a ghost ambushing in the hall.

But other people seemed to turn a blind eye, and it took a long time to react.

Just at this moment.

But the people in front of me understand that it is different.

It was as if he had returned to the realm of innocence.

Every move he makes, every time he wants to do will be known to Lin Yuan in advance.

This feeling is both depressing and exhilarating.

What is depressing is that there is actually a person in this world who understands you so well.

What is refreshing is that there is actually a person in this world who understands you so well.

He had some inexplicable affection for the ghost cultivator in front of him.

It's like a sympathy between heroes.

In the picture, the little fox and Lin Jingfeng look at each other through thousands of smoke and dust.

"I'll take you away."

The simple four words struck Lin Jingfeng's body like a heavy hammer.

The woman in pink in front of me.

Just after giving birth, regardless of his own weakness, and regardless of the different ways of the monster, he directly killed Yunhuang Temple and said that he would take him away.

It would be a lie to say that I was not moved.

But all of this was just a plan from the beginning.

He deliberately got close to the little fox, won her trust, and planted a yard full of chrysanthemums for her.

Cooking all kinds of delicacies in the world for her, and once promised her to take her down the mountains to play in the mountains and rivers, and to travel all over the world's great rivers and mountains.

These promises are used to deceive people.

He just wants to invite you into the urn.

The little fox had already killed him in front of him.

He knelt down on one knee and supported his shoulder, trying to use the magic weapon in his hand to cut off the golden threads that wrapped around him.

"Brother!" Elder Qiu shouted from behind.

Dozens of disciples who had been beaten to the ground suddenly raised their hands to wipe off the blood from the corners of their mouths, and sat cross-legged on the ground in unison, forming a formation in the shape of a hexagram.

The light golden streamer of the formation slowly rose from under the bodies of everyone.

The little fox stared wide-eyed, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.

"You're going to kill me?"

"Lin Jingfeng, why did you kill me?"

They have worshiped the moon to the sky and the earth, they have united their spirits under the witness of the heaven, and they have promised the test of life and death.

They, they even have a kid...

A child who has only been in the world for a day.

Lin Jingfeng was still sitting on the ground.

It's just that two hands tightly clasped the little fox's wrist.

refused to let go.

He used great strength, and the nails of his hands had already firmly embedded into the smooth and tender wrists.

But the other party felt no pain at all.

There is no pain either.

At this moment, the pain in the heart should have surpassed all the pain in the body.

Just when the formation rose from the ground.

A strong suction force suddenly pulled Yan Zizhi, who was standing there watching the play, tightly into the formation.

Xiang Jiurong:? ? ?

Watching a movie is just watching a movie, why did I start my hands.

Seeing Yan Zizhi's body, like a pulled marionette, forcibly floated into the formation.

Xiang Jiurong also didn't care if he had the Backlash Curse on him.

After transforming into a demon sword, he slashed towards the formation with all his strength.

The backlash spell was double blessed on Xiang Jiurong's body.

He also fell far away like a tattered catkin.

A mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth with a "wow".

But he didn't give up.

Although this is an illusion, if Ji Yunzhi is tied into this kind of destructive spell, even if he does not die, he will ruin half his life.

It turned out to be here waiting for them.

Xiang Jiurong persevered and looked towards the center of the formation.

He couldn't fly anymore, so he walked over step by step, dragging the bloodstains.

When he couldn't walk, he knelt on the ground and crawled forward inch by inch.

If you can't climb anymore...

Even if he couldn't move anymore, he wouldn't let Ji Yunzhi get hurt under his nose.

Xiang Jiurong pulled out the demon knife with his backhand, allowing the demon knife to draw a bloodstain on the palm of his hand.

This is the art of blood sacrifice.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

In Wuwang Realm, he was always holding Ji Yunzhi's thigh.

Now it's his turn to show off the ability that belongs to the lord of the monster clan.

The technique of blood sacrifice, if it is powerful enough, can destroy the world.

If this blow fails to break the formation, then Xiang Jiurong's body will be directly shattered by this destructive spell.

Invincible.

At the moment when the demon knife charged up and slashed out, the backlash curse took effect.

A small purple umbrella overflowing with light suddenly sprang out from Yan Zizhi's hand and lay across in front of Xiang Jiurong.

Blocked this earth-shattering blow.

Xiang Jiurong, who had already closed his eyes and waited to die:? ? ?

It's my ex-wife's umbrella! !

Woohoo, I'm so touched, my ex-wife was so desperate to block this blow for me.

and many more!

My ex-wife still has the ability to save me! !

Does this mean that he was arrested on purpose? ?

Xiang Jiurong: "..."

It's my young master who is acting affectionate...

The author has something to say:

Yan Zizhi: I thought of it!Wife Killing Testimony! !

Lin Yuan pressed him against the wall from behind, stuffing him tightly: How to kill him?so?Is this still the case?

Yan Zizhi: ..... I don't mean to be played to death, thank you... um, um.....