The Mortal Immortal

Wow!

Shu Han turned around suddenly and saw a huge phantom of a female cultivator rising above Pang Yanlan. I saw Pang Yanlan holding a golden light lock in her hand. The terrifying phantom of the female cultivator came from this golden light lock. It turned out to be a psychic remnant treasure!

What made Shu Han's pupils shrink suddenly was not the astonishingly powerful psychic remnant treasure, but the phantom female cultivator. He suddenly felt that this female cultivator phantom looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The Holy Land monks on the side exclaimed: "Holy Lord Tianxuan!"

Holy Lord Tianxuan?

The psychic remnant treasure that can summon the phantom of Holy Lord Tianxuan must have been sacrificed and refined by Holy Son Tianxuan. Otherwise, with Pang Yanlan's strength in the late stage of pill formation, there is no way to refine the psychic remnant treasure to this level.

The phantom of Holy Lord Tianxuan swept across the scene, and the people led by the leader of the escort were immediately swept away by the phantom of Holy Lord Tianxuan, with blood splattering in all directions. Pang Yanlan stood in the shadow and snorted arrogantly: "Shameless! I have to force this saint to take action! If I hadn't taken into account Zhang Xuan's instructions, I, Pang Yanlan, could wipe out all of you rebel traitors today! "

Shu Han couldn't help but shake his head when he saw this scene.

Before the orders from the higher-ups of Nascent Soul could be issued, these saints and saints began to cause civil strife. If they go to other places to make trouble, Shu Han will hardly be able to control them, but the Great Yuan Spiritual Liquid Tower is the place where he is about to cultivate, and he will never allow these saints and saints to act recklessly!

"Just take action and send them away. These guards can't stop these people."

So, Shu Han turned around and walked towards Pang Yanlan and the others.

When Pang Yanlan saw Shu Han walking towards her, she immediately put away her cold face and revealed a soft smile on her really beautiful face. But before Shu Han could take action, a coquettish red light rushed over. Pang Yanlan's smile suddenly froze. She hurriedly blocked it, but that coquettish red light penetrated Tianxuan Sheng like it was in an uninhabited land. The shadow of the Lord shone on Pang Yanlan's face.

In an instant, Pang Yanlan let out an extremely shrill roar, which did not sound like it was coming from a female cultivator. She covered her face and rolled on the ground, her beautiful face turned into a bloody mess.

"Ah!"

Pang Yanlan was instantly transformed into a human figure, and her miserable look made everyone feel terrified.

At this time, Yerao sat on the puppet and slowly emerged in the air. She looked excitedly at Pang Yanlan, whose face had been separated from flesh and blood, clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Oh my, my sister, Lord Yerao has given you a new make-up." Does the makeup look good? I think it suits you very well! As the saying goes, this face is really suitable for you!”

Seeing Ye Rao appear, the Holy Land monks screamed and fled away as if they were seeing a ghost. Not only the Holy Land monks, but also the Renaissance Army soldiers guarding the Great Yuan Spiritual Liquid Pool couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Ah!"

Pang Yanlan saw that her pretty face that she was proud of had been ruined like this by Ye Rao. She was hysterical and furious. She pinched the golden lock with her bloody hands and shouted sternly: "How dare you touch my face! I, Pang Yanlan, will not let go." It’s your fault! You little bitch! My ancestor is the Holy Lord today! You all have to die here!”

"go to hell!"

Pang Yanlan attacked angrily, using all his magic power to activate the golden light lock and attack Ye Rao.

Ye Rao's laughter never stopped. With a light wave of her hand, her selfless divine light seemed to lift Pang Yanlan up like a puppet on strings and play with it in the air. In the late stage of pill formation, the monks tried their best to activate the psychic remnant treasure, but Ye Rao casually lifted it up. Ye Rao's terrifying performance reminded everyone present of the Holy Land Army's fear that Ye Rao was the only one worthy of it.

Pang Yanlan was suspended in the mysterious and infinite divine light of selflessness and otherlessness, and the threat of death lingered like the shadow of a tarsal maggot. She originally thought that with her increased strength and the psychic remnant treasure refined by Master Tianxuan, even if she lost to Ye Rao, she could at least compete with him. However, as soon as they met, Ye Rao carried him like a puppet. At this moment, she finally remembered the horror of Ye Rao, forgot the shame of disfigurement, and trembled with fear.

"You! You don't dare to kill me! I am Saint Tianxuan! A descendant of Holy Lord Tianxuan, and your commander Feng Zelu also ordered you not to fight with the monks of the Holy Land!"

"oh?"

Hearing this, Ye Rao held his chin and began to think, and said: "Yeah, that guy Lao Feng wants me not to take action against the Holy Land monks in the future, and that old woman from Holy Land Tianxuan behind you is also quite bluffing... …”

"Yeah!"

Pang Yanlan immediately agreed: "Let me go, and I won't argue with you about what happened just now, Saint! We all have to work together to fight against the alien army, right?"

"But……"

The grimacing Ye Rao suddenly showed a bright smile and said, "Haha, but I'm not afraid of the old woman behind you. She can't come here anyway! Besides, I, Lord Ye Rao, always ignore Lao Feng's words!" Suddenly, Ye Rao flicked his fingers, and Pang Yanlan's left hand was immediately broken at the root, like a torn puppet.

"Ahhhhh!"

Pang Yanlan screamed so hard that her life was worse than death.

This scene frightened everyone present. Shu Han could not let the joint situation created by Feng Zelu be ruined by Ye Rao. After all, the true identities of the Holy Son and Holy Maiden have not yet been revealed, and they are still representatives of the major holy places. He immediately flew to Ye Rao and said, "Commander Ye Rao, enough is enough. Now that the Renaissance Army and the Holy Land monks are working together to resist the alien army, this Saint of Tianxuan cannot be killed!"

"Oh, it's so noisy! Xiao Hanhan, are you the commander of the Yerao Army or am I? Go away, go away!"

After saying that, Ye Rao waved his hand again, and a red light sliced ​​off Pang Yanlan's right leg.

Seeing Ye Rao's reluctance, Shu Han immediately stood in front of her. Ye Rao puffed up his cheeks in anger, raised his fists in protest and said, "Xiao Hanhan, go away quickly, or Lord Ye Rao will deal with you too!" But she As soon as he waved out the divine light of no self and no other, it was blocked by Shu Han's hand.

Ye Rao's eyes flashed with surprise, and his cheeks became more and more angry: "I heard that you can defeat me at the Nascent Soul stage now. Now that your wings have hardened, you won't listen to my command, Lord Ye Rao! I'm so angry. Xiao Hanhan! Get out of the way and I’ll kill just one!”

"no!"

Shu Han stood in front of her, and Ye Rao could not take action. Suddenly, she rolled her big eyes, stepped forward, and put her small red lips on Shu Han's mouth. Suddenly Shu Han was startled, and then Ye Rao seized this moment, closed his little hands, and a ray of red light sank into Pang Yanlan's body.

Pang Yanlan's remaining body suddenly bulged and exploded into a ball of blood mist.

Shu Han was shocked and quickly let go of Ye Rao's small mouth. Ye Rao looked at the blood mist with satisfaction as if his plot had succeeded. Then he stared at Shu Han with a evil smile and stepped forward to touch it. Touching Shu Han's firm chest, he licked his red lips and said, "Not bad, not bad, it tastes great. From now on, you should also be responsible for serving Sir Yerao in my bed! Hahahahahaha!"

Shu Han wiped his lips with a look of shock and anger, looked at a cloud of blood mist, and said, "Do you know the consequences of doing this!"