Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure Chapter 243: 242.241.240.239.1
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Wu Zhan was stunned on the spot, the first time he came out of the abyss, he felt that the light was so dazzling.
Feng Qingxiu suddenly turned her head, her eyes flashed, and the darkness in her eyes finally ceased to be closed and completely released. Thick shadows gathered from all directions, like countless poisonous snakes, crawling into his handsome eyebrows and turning into a little Aura.
The sky and the earth are dimming.
More and thicker dark clouds gather, pile up layer after layer, and the heavy ones will fall down at any time.
The opposite, Yuan Dao Master smiled slightly, and let the aura pierce the spiritual platform.
A purple sky thunder that was thicker than a water bucket came down, one after another, without any cover, without hesitation, it seemed that the heart and liver wanted to wipe out the two sources of evil in this demon-sealed land.
The Daoist Yuan is a human being, and he can resist a few times, but Feng Qingxiu is not in harmony with the Dao, and his body, where the city can withstand such a terrible catastrophe.
However, he doesn't care about these anymore.
Wu Zhan wanted to reach out and grab him, but the huge spiritual pressure had already blasted him far away, and he saw the sky thunder unimpeded, falling straight on his sky spirit.
The shock came too fast and too quickly, and there was no time for this person to react.
The purple light fell and disappeared. Wu Zhan looked up, but saw Feng Qingxiu sitting on the spot, unharmed.
A monk in Xuanyi stood quietly beside him, with his right hand slightly stretched out to protect the top of his head, his palm still jumping from the sky with the light of thunder.
The other party's expressionless face was extremely cold and solemn, and the killing intent was so heavy that Wu Zhan, who was used to seeing life and death, couldn't help but narrow his eyebrows. He sighed in relief, and then looked down at the one in his palm. Eyeballs, toward the monk Xuanyi, he reluctantly said: "Chan Yin just used the formation method, I don't know where he is going, and I ask the head to help me find him. He is not hurt."
Ji Yun came to silence.
"Head..." Wu Zhan called him softly, with a little pleading.
Ji Yunlai clenched his fists, and his voice was low: "He used his own Lightning Dao spiritual root cultivation base to arouse Heavenly Tribulation."
"Kun-Lai seems to have a lot of magic techniques that can bring the dead back to life." Wu Zhan looked pale, but still did not lose his reason. "When he comes back from the resurrection, it doesn't matter if he doesn't have a cultivation base. He has a good savvy, and he is not quick to learn again. "
"..." Ji Yun was silent.
Wu Zhan’s cultivation base is also not low, and how can I know that there is no trace of remnant obsession around him, but he is a person who can easily give up, and when he lowered his head, he stood up and said, "Master, I’m leaving. I have to go to Wangchuan and wait for him."
Ji Yunlai raised his eyes and looked at the thundercloud that was still falling endless sky thunder. There was a strange calm in his voice: "Don't be impatient, Xiao Yang's matter, I will solve it."
There was a sudden rise in Wu Zhan's heart, but he couldn't help but said: "Head of the house, have you never felt wrong after leaving for a day?"
Yes, when I met the Golden Crow on the road, the leader went to Dongzhou to save people until now, but it was only a few hours a day.
"I am a human immortal, and I still carry the human character. There will be an end of manpower." Ji Yunlai stared at the Yuan Dao master sitting in front of his face indifferently, "During the tribulation, the heavens are dark, just like him. Immortal, isn't it the time to die?"
Wu Zhan lowered his head, just silently enlightened his eyes.
Xin Yin left. He didn’t feel too painful, but he was at a loss, but this was just a self-protection during witchcraft warfare. He locked his emotions and delayed the outbreak so that he wouldn’t be confused at the time. I fold it in myself, but this is time-limited. When it hurts, it will feel doubled.
He thought of the hexagram image he had calculated when he came, and even a bit of complaint, I can count it, you are a human immortal, how can you not count it?
Ji Yun took a look at him before saying: "Take this."
He reached out and handed out a red string with a wooden sign.
Wu Zhan glanced at it. It said Yang Yuyin's birthday, and he couldn't help but look up at him.
"You also know that Chu Yin is a body of heavenly jealousy, no matter how calculated, it is a short-lived image," Ji Yunlai said calmly, "so the blue devil engraved his life card and dunked him back then. One soul is in this life card."
This is the calculation, if you really have to die, is there any room for recovery?
Wu Zhan’s eyes lit up, although his spirit is a little bit scarce, but not to mention Kun-Lai magic, even his witchcraft has no less than 30 soul gathering techniques, he is really relieved. , Knelt down and thanked: "Thank you, the head."
"He is my disciple, I have to plan for him." Ji Yunlai waved his hand slightly upset, "Get out."
As soon as he said, Wu Zhan left in ecstasy without even saying hello.
Ji Yunlai looked at the thunderclouds in the sky, and continued to stand beside him, experiencing the heavy thunderstorms from the sky.
Yuan Daozhu and Xiaoqing, please still sit down, and there is no winner or loser.
The thunder descended, one after another.
At the time of the forty-ninth path, the seven heavens fell in the same way, and the entire Huanbo Mountain was almost razed to the ground. Ji Yunlai gave a light cough and wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.
"I can bear this hurt." He reached out his hand to shake off the blood, and the drop of blood on the ground gave birth to a green grass that nourishes it, making it shine a little bit. "You want to get rid of them several times, right? After you run out of tens of thousands of years of accumulation, at least you can protect him for a long time."
The sky thunder seemed to have gotten some answer, and it gradually subsided, but the thunderclouds in all directions were still flying together, and it seemed that the next wave of more terrifying offensive was brewing.
"Why can't you, why should I insist?" Ji Yunlai said lightly, "I promise you to go there and pull out the roots. You also allow Qing's existence, so you won't go wrong."
As soon as he said something, Leiyun finally stopped condensing.
"At that time, I asked you to borrow the true spirit for the Blue Devil, and the promise I made will be done." Ji Yun came to touch his apprentice’s hair and said calmly, "Before, I just forgot, you Don't be angry."
Back then, the Blue Demon reincarnated and exhausted Kun-Lai’s power, only to find a deep snail, lacking half of the true spirit, he went to the highest point of the world and made a promise to destroy the demon in the future. Outer domain root spirit, this is the next life for Xiaoqing.
Just after Qing was reincarnated, he waited too much and wanted to meet Qing again, so he forgot to do this...
The thundercloud rolled for a few breaths. After a long time, the cloud gradually gathered a huge eyeball and stared at the seemingly small monk.
"Don't doubt, I can do what I say. Take him to swear." Ji Yunlai said lightly.
The eyeballs in the thundercloud moved, and suddenly shrank sharply, turning into a ray of light, and falling on his palm. Then, the dark clouds in the sky quickly dispersed, the sun shined through, and there were no clouds in the sky.
Ji Yun came here with a chuckle, took out a long sword, and pierced the eyebrows of Yuan Dao master who was sitting upright, without a sound, and came out through his head.
A scream sounded.
Aura shot, one of them fell into the Fengqingxiu Lingtai, the young man suddenly opened his eyes and cut out with a sword.
The Yuan Dao master on the opposite side is already awake, raises his hand to block, grabs the long sword, and his palm is bloody.
"Okay, Xiaoqing, you have just ascended to the immortal, you are not his opponent." Ji Yunlai pulled Xiaoqing aside, stretched out his hand to Yuan Daozhu, his eyes were indifferent, "come to fight."
Yuan Daozhu's expression is ashen, and the opponent has just cut his magical mind in the sea of consciousness. At this moment, he is naturally awake.
I also know what stupid things I have done since I was enchanted until now.
But after all he was a monk for ten thousand years, and he calmed down in a flash.
"It is a great honor to be able to fight with Xing Dao Master." Tai Qing Dao Master took out the whisk, threw it on his arm, and followed Taoist etiquette, "Please."
Ji Yun nodded, but didn't use a sword, just the countless petals of his fingertips flew apart, entrenched in the void.
The Taiqing Daoist frowned slightly, and he was fearless for someone who could not retreat. He could die in such a great battle, and lived as if the five decayed, old and dead, he stretched out his hand and took it from the tip of his eyebrows. The white lotus dharma seal, in a blink of an eye, stepped onto a white lotus dharma sitting.
"One sword, if you take it, this matter will be considered exposed." said the criminal master Ji Yunlai.
"Please enlighten me." Yuan Dao Master stretched out his hand.
Ji Yun nodded, and countless petals gathered into a sword at his fingertips. The tip of the sword made of petals was so soft that it could be smoothed with fingers, but with a purple eyeball, he stared curiously on the hilt, and then it was Countless tiny thunder lights spread across the gaps in the petals to make up for it, becoming a strange long sword.
He raised his hand, walked step by step, and swiped a sword across.
The tiny thunder light spreads and grows, forming a sharp to no-thick blade outside the petals, straight down.
It is the arc of the big Yan flying across the sky, the frowning of the lover's eyebrows, the rainbow that the sky will retreat, which is often seen in the world, but it is the arc that makes people heart-wrenching.
The white lotus flew under Yuan Daozhu's body, blending with him, and directly facing the tip of the sword without any edge.
There is no sound, no light.
The sword passing by is like passing through the air, and the white lotus that passes by is the wild goose.
"This, is this Tao?" Yuan Taoist asked slowly.
"It should be." Ji Yunlai said calmly.
"Why can't I touch it for so many years?" Yuan Taoist seemed to say lightly, "Is the way of heaven partial?"
"Heaven's Dao is defective. This Dao's meaning is covered by the Heavenly Demon Outer Domain. Once you touch it, it is the Great Heavenly Demon Tribulation." Ji Yun said.
"No wonder!" Yuan Taoist bowed his head and said, "It's not that I am dull, it is because of the incompleteness of the heavens. I can only write down the grace of the Tao."
Ji Yunlai did not answer.
But Yuan Daozhu no longer answers.
Countless white lotus petals scattered into the wind, following his body, never seen again.
There are two groups of auras, which also go away with the wind.
Feng Qingxiu frowned and said: "Don't you want those two fairy spirits?"
"No need," Ji Yunlai hugged him, "It's not the right way for a fairy to become a fairy. Let's go for a great way."
"Listen to you." Feng Qingxiu frowned, "Han Yin, is he really okay?"
"It just takes some time." Ji Yunlai lowered his head and said, "Before I came out, I told him not to make a big battle!"
"Kun-Lai's disciple, it's amazing to be obedient." Feng Qingxiu was also a little helpless.
"Huh!"
"You don't seem to be angry at all?" Feng Qingxiu felt a little strange and asked, "Actually, to be honest, it feels a bit wrong this time..."
"When I left, I had already felt it, but the life of Yin Yin will be born sooner or later. It is better to take the opportunity to change the jealous body that day. The spirit is rooted in him, it is not very important, but you..." Ji Yun came to a halt before slowly saying, "I was forgotten by the heavens, and I don't know if he is really ignorant, or he has been in the dark, writing cause and effect."
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