"There are Nascent Soul cultivators among them. We can't escape if we just run away... Yes!"
Jiang Deng's eyes lit up and he immediately made a decision, "Zhiling, you go first. I will try to hold off the Nascent Soul cultivator and find an opportunity to escape. Don't come back to me either. We will meet at the Paradise Palace tomorrow morning."
"Okay, sister...then be careful."
Jiang Zhiling knew she couldn't help, so not holding back was the only thing she could do.
Fortunately, she is about to enter the realm of forming pills. She should form pills quickly before the competition starts, so that she can help her by then!
Jiang Zhiling gritted her teeth, unsheathed her edgeless sword, and wielded the sword as fast as she could, leaving the Centennial City and heading to the north where the Paradise Palace is located.
the other side.
Ying Fuhao had been monitoring Jiang Deng and Jiang Zhiling with his spiritual sense. When he saw one of the two leaving, he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Zhou Hui also asked aloud: "Master, a person has left. Should we go and chase him, or should we guard the one who stays?"
Ying Fuhao sneered, "The one who ran away is just in the Foundation Establishment realm. Qiu Ning, you go after her. I and Zhou Hui will deal with the one who stays."
"good!"
The weakest among the three, only Qiu Ning, who was in the early stage of the Dan Formation Realm, immediately followed Jiang Zhiling with his sword.
The remaining Ying Fuhao and Zhou Hui followed Jiang Deng out of the city gate and arrived at the deserted suburbs. Ying Fuhao secretly laughed in his heart.
This is a good place to kill people and silence them!
Since this female cultivator is seeking her own death, don't blame him for being ruthless!
Just as he was thinking of this, Jiang Deng in front suddenly turned around and looked at the deserted grassland, "You hiding rat, come out!"
"Haha, death is imminent, but you are quite calm."
Ying Fuhao and Zhou Hui walked out slowly.
Seeing the two people appearing in front of him, Jiang Deng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
Why does the leader look so similar to Ying Ling? Could he be Ying Ling's son?
No, no, this man looks older than Ying Ling. Could it be that Ying Ling is his father?
Hiss...it doesn't seem right.
Jiang Deng put aside the question of who was who, and said provocatively: "This is the burial place I specially picked for you. How about it? The scenery is nice, right?"
"you wanna die!"
Ying Fuhao, who had always been in a high and powerful position, was indeed angered. He no longer concealed his aura, and the momentum of a peak Nascent Soul realm was fully unleashed!
The overwhelming pressure attacked Jiang Deng.
Fortunately, Jiang Deng's chaotic body was automatically activated, dispelling the pressure and not having any impact on her actions.
Ying Fuhao then used the magic formula again, "Earth-level magic, ten steps of grass!"
As soon as he finished speaking, with Ying Fu Hao as the center of the circle, within ten steps of him, the flowers, plants and trees on the ground seemed to come alive, trembling branches and leaves, and pulling out their roots from the earth.
With the blessing of the spiritual power behind Ying Fuhao, their figures skyrocketed and turned into countless green dolls, each of which was as powerful as a monk in the Dan Formation Realm!
Jiang Deng, a monk in the middle stage of the Dan Formation Realm, simply cannot withstand the siege of so many dolls!
Jiang Deng narrowed his eyes, is this a wood spell?
This technique is very fatal to other monks, but I'm sorry for Jin Kemu, she is a sword cultivator, so she can restrain wood spells.
Jiang Deng took out the heavy light sword unhurriedly, poured the power of chaos into it, and was ready to release sword moves at any time.
"Resist tenaciously!"
Ying Fuhao sneered, it was true that swordsmen could restrain wood spells, but there was a huge realm gap between him and Jiang Deng, so there was no need to take advantage of him!
"Hand over the ghost face, and I can give you a decent way to die!"
A look of understanding flashed in Jiang Deng's eyes, it turned out to be for Ghost Face!
It seems that this person is the one who competed with her for the ghost face. He is worthy of being born in the Paradise Cult of the fourth disciple. He has the same virtue as the fourth disciple. The spiritual stones on his body are not enough to buy the ghost face, so he just kills people to get the treasure. Tsk tsk tsk...
Jiang Deng crossed his arms, without any panic on his face, and joked with a faint smile: "Being pierced by branches and turning into a hedgehog is considered decent? Then can I give you such a decent thing?"
"court death!"
Ying Fuhao lost his patience. Following the direction in which his finger landed, all the puppets swarmed towards this side, with sharp branches pointing directly at the ginger lamp in the center!
Ying Fuhao didn't care about the life or death of the female cultivator in front of him.
Anyway, as long as she dies and the storage bag loses its owner, anyone can open it, and then he can still get the ghost face, so there is no need to keep him alive!
Facing the overwhelming puppets, Jiang Deng held the heavy light sword that looked like an epee with both hands. All the power of chaos poured into the heavy light sword as if it was free, and then swung it out with all his strength!
This sword move was different from any sword move she had used before. She almost used it subconsciously, without any thought, just with the idea of killing all the puppets in front of her!
It's obviously just an ordinary way to swing a heavy lightsaber, but the execution is anything but ordinary.
The heat wave hit, and the green fire suddenly burst out!
It was not a large ball of flame, but countless clusters of flames, shining with a gentle green light in the dim sky, shining densely like stars.
The green flames easily burned the approaching puppets into charcoal, and they continued to fly upward.
As the green firelight rises into the air, it looks like countless river lanterns swimming in the long river, with all the joy, anger, sorrow, desire, and greed in the world attached to it.
Ying Fuhao and Zhou Hui just glanced at it briefly and couldn't look away anymore, because they found their own lamp in the long river, which contained their strongest desire, which they couldn't let go of.
For a moment, the two of them were stunned on the spot!
And the lamp they were interested in was gradually approaching them...
"Huh?"
Jiang Deng blinked in surprise. She had accidentally created a new sword move?
We must come up with a name! What should we choose?
Jiang Deng raised his head and looked at the dense cyan firelight in the night sky. For a moment, it seemed that he had arrived at the night of the mortal Lantern Festival. The stars and dots of firelight dotted the world. How about calling it...
“Thousands of lights!”
This sword move seems harmless, but in fact it is composed of sword energy combined with Qingluan True Flame. It can arouse the desire in everyone's heart and let you approach it uncontrollably. When you really get close, Qingluan True Flame will not stop you.
Attach it politely.
Qingluan True Flame is a god-level flame. If you touch it, don't even think about escaping. You won't give up until the target is burned!
Sure enough, looking at the fire in the sky, Ying Fuhao saw his future in a trance...
He successfully killed Jiang Deng, relied on the ghost face to enter Ye Guyen's spiritual mansion, got the treasure he dreamed of, and successfully entered the realm of divine transformation that he had longed for!
Ying Fuhao's face was filled with joy, as if he was confused, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch the cyan fire that came to his eyes...