"Qian Ling, I have lost Man'er, and I don't want to lose you and Jiao'er again." Bingchen said solemnly.

Hearing this, Zhuo Qianling's heart trembled, while Yan Lingjiao looked panicked.

After taking another deep look at Zhuo Qianling, Bingchen turned around.

With both hands making secrets, Yuanli surged out crazily. After condensing a bloody light group in front of him, he shouted in a low voice: "Blood refines the world!"

boom!

The blood-colored light group surged instantly, and the rich blood light spread rapidly, covering everything within a ten-mile radius in less than a minute.

When the people in Jianling Pavilion saw this, most of them looked horrified.

Blood refining heaven and earth, bloody purgatory! There are a few people in Jianling Pavilion who have never heard of his illustrious and vicious name.

The six-headed demonic beast that suddenly appeared had already been beaten to the point of running away, and now it was shrouded in this bloody purgatory, which made most of the people in Jianling Pavilion who were still here feel timid and unwilling to fight again.

When Qi Yao saw this, he immediately turned into blood light and disappeared into the blood mist that was wandering around. Yun Yao followed closely behind him, with the wings of Emperor Flame stretching out behind him. With a movement of his body, he turned into a red flame and went straight towards one of them.

He left under the name Pihai Monk.

There was a sizzling sound, and a hint of thunder and lightning came from behind Bing Chen. The next moment, Zhuo Qianling transformed into thunder and lightning, crossed Bing Chen, and rushed forward.

Looking at the lightning, Bingchen's eyes were filled with relief, and at the same time he was secretly relieved.

He was also afraid that Zhuo Qianling would really disobey his orders, that he would not be able to hold back and attack Zhuo Qianling. Although he would not kill Zhuo Qianling, from now on, they would never be able to return to what they were now.

close relationship.

"Son..."

Yan Lingjiao cautiously called Bingchen.

Bingchen turned around and looked at her, his eyes softening a bit.

"Sir, don't blame Master. Master also has...unspeakable...hidden..." Yan Lingjiao said carefully.

Bingchen nodded, stepped forward and touched Yan Lingjiao's beautiful bun, and said softly: "I don't blame her."

Her cheeks turned slightly red, and Yan Lingjiao nodded gratefully.

"Young Master, I'm coming over too... Don't worry, Young Master, Jiao'er won't let you down."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Lingjiao pulled out her long sword. A faint blood light lingered outside her body. She took one step forward and was submerged in the blood mist.

Looking at the people in Jianling Pavilion, the softness that existed only in Bingchen's eyes was instantly replaced by ice coldness.

The Blood Soul Technique was running, his whole body was covered with blood, his sword was unsheathed, and he headed straight towards a sea-opening monk.

...

The sky is filled with red flames and nine colors!

The phantom of an Emperor Flame Bird suddenly appeared, its beak opened and closed, and faint nine-color red flames bombarded the three true essence cultivators who were fighting Qing Yun and Yu Qi.

Their hearts were startled and their eyes showed fear. The three cultivators of Zhenyuan all had solemn expressions on their faces. They felt a strong sense of danger in their hearts and hurriedly resisted with all their strength.

Upon seeing this, Qing Yun and Yu Qi immediately took advantage of the situation and beat the three of them to the point where they were unable to fight back.

...

boom!

A bolt of thunder blasted through the sky, and the dazzling thunder light made dozens of miles as bright as day, and it struck straight through the sea.

"ah!"

With a scream, the man fell straight to the ground, his body was charred and his vitality was rapidly declining.

"What!"

Everyone in Jianling Pavilion looked horrified when they saw this.

A monk in the early stage of Pi Hai was crippled by his opponent with just one attack, leaving him unable to fight again.

Looking around, he saw a figure wrapped in thunder and lightning in the blood-filled sky, heading straight for another monk.

"That's it! Zhuo Qianling!"

"What!"

"Impossible! Didn't she die a few years ago?"

"It can't be wrong, it's definitely her!"

...

With their eyes fixed on the figure covered in thunder and lightning, the people in Jianling Pavilion became more and more certain that that person was Zhuo Qianling!

"You bastard! You faked your own death to deceive us and betray your sect. You deserve to die!" one person yelled.

"It's you that damn it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning approached instantly. In a flash of cold light, the man's head flew out and his headless body fell into the air.

"Yan Lingjiao!" a woman shouted in shock.

However, when he noticed Yan Lingjiao's cultivation at this time, he looked even more shocked.

"Middle Stage of Shaping Yuan! Impossible!" the woman said in horror.

In his memory, Yan Lingjiao is just a junior in the Soul-Navigating Realm. Even if her talent is not weak, it is impossible for her to reach the Yuan Shaping Realm in just a few years, let alone the middle stage of the Yuan Shaping Realm, to be at the same level as herself.

"Aunt Yuan!"

Glancing at the woman, Yan Lingjiao let out a soft cry.

However, immediately, the trace of surprise in his eyes disappeared, and he turned back to kill the woman.

"Yan Lingjiao, what are you doing!"

The woman was shocked and hurriedly responded. However, with just one move, she was almost defeated by Yan Lingjiao and quickly retreated with a look of horror on her face.

"Yan Lingjiao, stop! I watched you grow up, and you actually treated me..."

Before the woman finished speaking, she quickly backed away again.

Yan Lingjiao stopped, her eyes showing hesitation, she glanced in Bing Chen's direction, and then said: "Aunt Yuan, I'm sorry, I can't disobey the young master."

When the woman heard this, she was furious and extremely angry.

A little girl whom I had doted on when I was a child is now reaching out to me with a butcher knife. The key is that I can't beat her!

"You white-eyed wolf, dead girl, I was so kind to you in vain." The woman cursed.

When Yan Lingjiao heard this, her face showed embarrassment and her eyes showed guilt. After struggling and hesitating for a few breaths, she said: "Aunt Yuan, surrendered young master, I will plead for you, otherwise I am afraid there will be no one alive here today."

The woman looked around subconsciously, especially when she saw Jin Gong and Fu Xu who were on the verge of defeat, the three True Yuan realm monks who were suppressed and beaten until they were almost defenseless, and the bloodthirsty and violent

After defeating the six-headed monster, he also felt like surrendering.

After hesitating for a moment, the woman gritted her teeth and asked, "You won't lie to me?"

"I will plead for you, but I don't know if the young master will let you go," Yan Lingjiao said.

When the woman heard this, she rolled her eyes.

Without daring to hesitate too much, the woman said: "Okay, I'll bet my life on you. As long as you can keep me alive, I will be very grateful afterwards."

She had to do this. If she resisted, she would definitely die. If she surrendered, there would be no hope left.

"Well, Aunt Yuan, please step aside for now. I will come find you when the battle is over." Yan Lingjiao said.

As soon as she finished speaking, without any further delay, Yan Lingjiao merged into the blood mist again and killed the other person.

...

hiss!

A phoenix cry resounded throughout the world, and an ice phoenix quickly condensed, carrying ice crystals all over the sky, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and headed straight for the monk in the middle stage of Pi Hai.

"Feng Dancing in the Ice Dome!"

The man shouted in surprise, his scalp went numb immediately, and he ran away quickly.

"If you want to escape, there is no way!"

Qi Yao shouted low, his figure swayed, merged into the blood light, and in just a moment, he was not far away from the man.

"Extreme cold field!"

Qi Yao immediately made a seal, and Yuan Power surged out. At the same time, the phantom of the extremely cold seed appeared on his chest, and then rose into the sky. With a soft bang, a beam of extremely cold power swept across the sky instantly.

"This is!"

"No! Impossible!"

...

In just a moment, wherever the extreme cold force passed, everything was frozen.

The bodies of all the monks froze together. Those below the sea-opening realm had no resistance at all. They turned into ice sculptures in an instant, and their movements still stayed at the time of the previous breath. Even the monks in the early stage of sea-opening could only resist three breaths.

When he arrived, he was also sealed by the ice.
To be continued...