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If Ling Yan had the strength of a Mastery Stage cultivator, even if he self-destructed, he wouldn't be able to threaten Ling Yan. Furthermore, Ling Yan had already heard his voice transmission, so it was clear that he didn't care about his self-destruct.

Gathered together, fate stared at Ling Yan as he thought of a way to deal with Ling Yan. The arrogance of a tribulation expert did not allow him to back down, but Ling Yan's strength was not something he could deal with, and he did not even have the qualifications to risk his life.

Shigui was terrified. The conversation between the two of them had let him understand the current situation. The young man in front of him was in control of the situation, and the life and death of both of them were in the other's hands. Because … he didn't even care about the explosion of his martial uncle. Looking at the fates of gathering, Homecoming developed a hateful feeling towards the Long Yang fruit in his storage ring. If not for the appearance of the Long Yang fruit, he and his martial uncle would not have faced such a situation.

He stood there silently, not moving, staring at his Scarlet Thread Flying Python. With a flash of his white shadow, the two Zhang long snake body had already arrived in front of Shifu, accompanied by a highly corrosive heat wave.

Shigui's mind had been in a trance, but the Scarlet Thread Flying Python was prepared. This sudden attack caused Shigui to be unable to react in time, and he could only react in time to create a protective sword image in front of him. With a grunt, the snake's head knocked Shiquan away like an arrow leaving the bowstring.

An animal seeking death!" He reacted to it and was already sent flying. He was already in a bad mood, but now he suddenly became angry and waved his palm, releasing a white light that resembled a crescent moon that slashed towards the Scarlet Winged Flying Python's neck. If this white light was real, then the snake's head would definitely be separated from the snake's body. The Scarlet Thread Flying Python only had time to turn its head to take a glance, wanting to avoid being powerless. Its dark green eyes shot out a vicious gaze, the snake's mouth issued a hissing sound as it waited for its death —

Ling Yan's face revealed a sneer as he appeared in front of the Scarlet Thread Flying Python. His right hand drew a big circle with a basin in front of him, and when the circle was completed, the light was already in front of him without any strange sound. The basin's large green circular shield swallowed the white light, and under the drive of Ling Yan's true essence, it drew out a blue ray of light that shot towards the edge of the formation.

Even though he didn't have the innate agility of a bear, he was able to sense the terrifying energy contained within the azure shield. Without any hesitation, he evaded the Gathered Edge, appearing a few hundred meters in the air when he reappeared. The round shield drew an arc in the air, but it did not rise up to pursue. Instead, it flew back towards Ling Yan. Ling Yan stretched out his arm, and the round shield merged with it, disappearing without a trace.

The sword technique that the Hand Sword Art unleashed was the most tyrannical move of the Fusion, and it was also one of the three most powerful sword techniques of the Illusory Sword Sect, called "Sword Fuse". Once the sword technique was activated, it would draw out all of the True Essence in the user's body, and once used, its might was enough to completely sweep away a mountain.

After the sword move was completed, his fair face turned even paler. He raised his trembling hands, which felt like thousands of pounds, and was about to release it towards Ling Yan, only to find that Ling Yan had already appeared tens of meters away, looking at him with a calm expression.

A calm voice came over, "This move is indeed very powerful, but to make you feel cold, it is useless against me. Release it! After you are released, it is time for you to pay for your greed and the reckless act of disregarding human life. "

Feng Duo's eyes were bloodshot as he roared: "Go to hell! "Sword Annihilation!" The ten fingered bone could not withstand the released true energy that it had accumulated for a long time, and was broken into several pieces. The space before his eyes was filled with tiny, needle-like sword beams. These tiny sword beams weaved and weaved about, and once they came into contact with each other, they would immediately burst out with a small, blinding white light, and as long as the white light came into contact with something, it would instantly vanish, turning into a mountain peak closer to the battlefield. However, it was soon cut off by the tip of the sword, leaving behind a mountain that was a few hundred square meters in area.

Ling Yan felt that his shield had been compressed to two centimeters, but he didn't feel any nervousness at all. Wanting to leave the coverage of this sword move was an easy matter for him, and Ling Yan wasn't in a hurry to leave because he was analyzing the principles behind this extremely powerful sword move. This kind of seal technique was able to display the true essence within the body and also change the moves within the body.

After the time it took to eat a meal had passed, the destructive power of this tyrannical sword had gradually weakened. As the sword beams that were constantly multiplying had gradually weakened, the exploding clumps of light gradually became sparser, and through the edges of the clumps of light, one could see Ling Yan smiling as he gazed at him through the gaps in the clumps of light. Ling Yan's azure protective barrier, which was about three centimeters thick, suddenly lit up, and then slowly expanded to its original thickness.

At this moment, the sliver of luck he had accumulated a moment ago had completely vanished, and a touch of red slowly appeared on his pale face. His originally listless and sluggish expression disappeared, and his wide eyes stared at Ling Yan, his body suddenly disappeared from where he stood, and when he reappeared, he was already a meter away from Ling Yan. With his arms spread wide open, he hugged Ling Yan who was standing next to him.

As a cultivator, he was actually unable to escape the shackles of his desire. Such a state of mind was absolutely not qualified to face the Nine Heavens Calamity, and once the Nine Heavens Calamity descended, fate would definitely kill him. Even if he did not destroy him, fate would only stop at the Divine Tribulation Realm.

With a wave of his hand, a wave of energy was released, enveloping the body of Bound of the self detonation, his body slightly shook, with his body as the center, a visible green halo spread out, the sword beams disappeared in an instant, the Bound of the Bound of the Bound was also sent flying far away, falling down in an arc, leaving a distance of a hundred meters to be caught by a cultivator.

Ling Yan slowly floated down to the front of the group of cultivators who were supported by a late stage Soul Division cultivator. He had a face full of resentment as he lightly smiled and said: "Self-destruct? If you self-destruct, none of the cultivators in this valley will be able to escape. People like you who are tyrannical and do not care about the consequences really shouldn't continue to live on in this world. " With a thought, the True Essence surrounding the Nascent Soul within the Violet Palace in his body suddenly contracted and wrapped around the Nascent Soul. As the True Essence surrounding the Nascent Soul in his body suddenly shrank and wrapped around the Nascent Soul in his thoughts, the True Essence in his body.

The cultivator supporting him was also greatly alarmed by the fact that he was unable to win and hurriedly shouted, "Master, what's wrong? "Master …"

He only felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. After cultivating for ten thousand years, how could he not know what had happened to him? He slowly raised his head, and with a face full of hatred, he said with effort, "Why didn't you just kill me?"

The disappearance of the Nascent Soul caused the loss of one's cultivation. It was unimaginable for a cultivator to lose his cultivation, let alone a cultivator who had cultivated for ten thousand years in the tribulation stage. The Yang elder's expression changed greatly. Pointing at Ling Yan, he anxiously asked, "You … you crippled my master's cultivation?"

Jufen panted, "Zijing, get out of the way!" His steps were unsteady, and he seemed to be getting old. The hand that had held infinite power on his shoulder seemed weak and powerless.

"I'll kill you!" Yang Laojian shouted loudly as he charged towards Ling Yan with the gleam of a two-handed sword light.

Ling Yan furrowed his brows. He stretched out his right hand and gently waved it. A green screen of light enveloped Yang Laozhan like a transparent plastic sheet. Yang Laozhan's body swayed unsteadily, and he cried out, "Splash!" He fell to the ground, unable to move. Imprisoning a Spirit Severing cultivator could be said to be an easy task.

Ling Yan sneered, "If I hadn't been here today, my sister would have died in your hands." Kill you? You think I don't? I just want to let you have a taste of the pain before you die! " Even now, Ling Yan was still a little afraid. If he hadn't been there today, he would never have seen his little sister again!

"My little sister is fine. I will only kill you, otherwise, your entire Illusory Sword Sect will die with me!" He stretched out his hand and made a grabbing motion towards the neck that was at the edge of the agglomeration.

Ling Yan didn't care if Fate was currently a powerless old man, he just wanted to get rid of the lingering fear in his heart. Ling Yan didn't care if Fate was currently a powerless old man, he just wanted to get rid of the lingering fear in his heart.

Just as Ling Yan's right hand was about to wrap around his neck, a low shout came from far away, "Yan'er, do not!"