Xia Chen suddenly felt that the air around him was as heavy as lead. No matter how hard he breathed, he couldn't breathe in his lungs. He felt like he was suffocating.
The power of his spiritual thoughts slowly transformed into countless sharp flying knives, which began to cut his body, causing him to feel unparalleled pain with every blow.
Obviously, Taoist Zi Ling intends to cut him into pieces with thousands of knives, crushing his bones and scattering ashes.
Moreover, the power of spiritual thoughts came out majestically, like invisible water, passing through Xia Chen's mind, not only cutting Xia Chen's body, but also cutting his consciousness.
Obviously, Taoist Zi Ling's methods are extremely vicious, and he wants to destroy Xia Chen's true spirit and form.
Everyone's fists clenched loudly, their eyes were about to burst, but they were powerless to stop it.
Xia Chen remained silent. Although the pain was as severe as burning, he almost bit his teeth into pieces without making any sound. As long as Taoist Zi Ling could focus his attention on him and stop torturing Chen Qiushui, he would be shattered into pieces.
What does it matter?
And this is the only way he can show his unyielding attitude in front of Taoist Zi Ling. From the moment he spat out the sticky phlegm on Taoist Zi Ling's face, Xia Chen was prepared to face all the consequences. His heart was extremely calm, and he was always ready to face the eternal darkness.
Even if he made the choice again, Xia Chen would not regret it at all.
It’s not that he doesn’t care about his own life, but there are always many things and meanings in life that are more important than life.
"Stop it"
"stop"
Countless people cried out with blood-red eyes. The disciples of the Zhengxuan Sect rushed forward desperately, but the power of ten feet of divine thoughts around Xia Chen formed an isolating force field, blocking all those who tried to save Xia Chen.
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No one in heaven or on earth can save Xia Chen
Xila Xiachen's top suddenly burst open, revealing the blood-covered upper body of the wind-protecting underwear. Although it was extremely tough, it could not withstand the power of the second-level magical monk. After all the essence was exhausted, it finally broke into pieces.
This last line of defense completely collapsed. In the blink of an eye, countless wounds appeared on Xia Chen's body. He was originally covered in blood, but now he was bleeding profusely.
The once proud King Kong was completely vulnerable to the power of divine thoughts.
In the blink of an eye, Xia Chen's breath weakened at a visible speed. He was already dying and could not even speak, but he still held his head high and stared at Taoist Zi Ling with his blood-red eyes.
That gaze seems to have become reality
Taoist Zi Ling suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Xia Chen's gaze seemed to ignite the deepest thing in his heart. There was a burning pain, even fear.
Why is this happening? Taoist Zi Ling can't figure out the reason. He has crushed countless ants like Xia Chen in his life, but no one has ever given him such a suffocating feeling as Xia Chen.
Therefore, Taoist Zi Ling decided not to torture Xia Chen but to completely crush this ant to its bones and raise it to ashes, so that he could feel at ease
At this moment, a majestic female voice sounded: "Zi Ling, let go of Xia Chen"
This voice came from the sky, old and domineering, with an undeniable smell. Everyone was shocked, and they couldn't help but raise their heads and look at the figure walking from a distance.
Taoist Zi Ling was also stunned, and then his face turned gloomy: "Yun Huarong, didn't you go after the Golden Lion? Why did you come back to stop me from killing this ant?"
This woman is none other than Yun Huarong, the founder of the Luo Yu sect.
She and Zi Ling Taoist were tracking the golden lion together. They had already followed the trace, but for some reason, the aura of the golden lion suddenly disappeared out of thin air near the zoo's warning line, which made the two of them very strange. No matter how they investigated,
Even after searching through the mountains within a thousand miles, I still couldn't find even a single hair of the Golden Lion.
A few days later, Taoist Zi Ling finally lost his patience and took the lead to leave Yun Huarong and continue to explore to see if he could find any clues. Unexpectedly, at this juncture, Yun Huarong suddenly came back and wanted to save Xia Chen.
Yun Huarong said calmly: "I didn't find the Golden Lion, Zi Ling. Don't kill this junior for now. I owe you a favor and let him go."
Taoist Zi Ling's face became more and more gloomy. He looked at Yun Huarong with strange eyes and said after a while: "This junior is a disciple of the Zhengxuan Sect. He should have nothing to do with you. Why do you want to stop me from killing him?"
Yun Huarong frowned slightly, seeming a little impatient, but he still tried his best to say in a calm tone: "This is none of your business. Even if he offended you, you have just tortured him. Compared with my favor, this is nothing."
Are ants important to you?"
Taoist Zi Ling's eyes moved. Yun Huarong's words clearly showed that she did not value Xia Chen very much. Although this junior was indeed very outstanding, as long as his power did not reach the second level of supernatural powers, he was still an ant in their eyes.
"What if I don't let him go?" He said slowly. Although Yun Huarong is a strong man on the same level as him, it is impossible for him to let him go with just one word. Although the value of human kindness of a second-level magical monk is indeed more precious than Xia Chen.
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Yun Huarong's face also darkened: "Zi Ling, do you really want to deal with an acquired junior regardless of your identity? If word gets out, you know how you will be laughed at. Even now, if you personally torture him, is it right for you?
Is it an honorable thing to say?"
Obviously, in her opinion, even if she casually kills an acquired disciple, she will feel unworthy.
Taoist Zi Ling shook his head expressionlessly: "You don't know what this ant did to me just now. I have to kill him today, and he must die a tragic death. They are lucky if they don't anger the Zhengxuan sect."
,No one can stop me, not even you."
Yun Huarong stared at him with an ugly face and remained silent without speaking.
According to normal logic, even if they are both second-level magical monks, no matter how much they don't deal with each other, as long as they don't quarrel with each other, they should give each other a little face. Taoist Zi Ling said this, obviously he was extremely angry in his heart, and he didn't know that Xia
How did Chen offend him and actually make an ancestor have such a murderous intention?
She was not related to Xia Chen, and she didn't even know his name before. She wanted to save Xia Chen, but she was entrusted with it, so she had to take action. She thought Taoist Zi Ling would give him this face, but she didn't expect it to be like this.
As a result, I couldn’t help but feel a little worried.
"Zi Ling, even if he did something very disrespectful, you should be able to torture him until now," she said calmly, "You can't kill this person, otherwise I will lose face. If you make me lose face,
, I will make you lose face too."
Taoist Zi Ling sneered, he had the intention of killing Xia Chen, how could Yun Huarong give up with just a threat? Even if he killed Xia Chen in front of him, what could Yun Huarong do to him?
He simply didn't even say anything, and with the added power of his spiritual thoughts, he was about to grasp Xia Chen into flesh and blood.
"Zi Ling, how dare you?" Yun Huarong's face changed and she became furious. Seeing that Xia Chen was about to be caught to death, in her eagerness, she grabbed her hand and used her unparalleled spiritual power to kill several Haoran in an instant.
The disciple was sent to the sky
Those disciples screamed repeatedly and turned pale. They were all disciples of acquired ninth-level cultivation and above. They were at the top level among acquired disciples. But in front of second-level magical monks, they were not even as good as babies.
"What are you going to do? Yun Huarong?" Taoist Zi Ling was also shocked and angry. Yun Huarong took action too quickly. He grabbed Xia Chen and had no time to stop him.
"If you want to kill this junior, I will ask you Haoran to send a disciple to pay for it with his life," Yun Huarong said angrily
"How dare you?" Taoist Zi Ling's face became extremely ferocious, "Yun Huarong, if you dare to touch a hair of my Haoran sect disciple, I will kill all your Luo Yu sect disciples."
His threat was extremely powerful, but the effect on Yun Huarong was much weaker. With a cold smile, Yun Huarong said: "Kill me, see if I dare to touch your Haoran disciples. If you don't let go of Xia Chen, what will happen to you?"
Several disciples will undoubtedly die."
She is also an extremely domineering person. At this moment, she is so angry that she will naturally not show any mercy.
"Yun Huarong, do you really want to fight me in the ring?" Taoist Zi Ling said sternly, the veins on his forehead had already popped out.
"Zi Ling, I gave you face." Yun Huarong narrowed his eyes with a cold light, "I also said, if you make me lose face, I will make you lose face, you dare to do it
Things, why don’t I dare?”
"You" Taoist Zi Ling's anger is rising in his heart, but his hand seems to have a huge weight. He can turn Xia Chen into ashes with just a flick of his finger, but he can't flick it down.
Because he knows that Yun Huarong is by no means a threat, but can actually do something. As long as he kills Xia Chen, those disciples of the Haoran sect will not be spared. This crazy young woman, along the way, he has already experienced the strength of the other party.
It seemed worthwhile to exchange several acquired ninth-level disciples for Xia Chen, but Taoist Zi Ling knew deeply that it was not worth it because he would be notorious for letting disciples of the sect die innocently because of his likes and dislikes.
"Yun Huarong, I don't understand, why do you have to stand up for this ant?" He suppressed his anger, looked at Yun Huarong and said coldly, "If you let me kill this ant, I can owe you a favor."
Yun Huarong shook his head: "I don't know this junior, and standing up for him is all for the sake of another person. You can kill him any way you want in the future, but it definitely won't work today. I promised her that I must save Xia Chen
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"The other person's face? Who is it?" Taoist Zi Ling said coldly, "Is it Ma Huanshan or Yin Qiuli? When did you become friends with those guys from the Zhengxuan Sect?"
"Okay" Yun Huarong sighed, "You don't have to guess, I tell you, it's my senior sister Yang Yunyin. If you insist on killing this junior, you will bear my senior sister's wrath."
"Yang Yunyin?" Taoist Zi Ling's expression changed, "How could she speak for this ant?" (To be continued)