In this world, only one figure is quite clear. Unlike the people around him, Yan Se beside him, or the mighty Xuanyuan Shi, they are all illusory and illusory like passing clouds.
The blue shadow is like a blue flame between darkness and light.
"Leng Xiaoran" Yan Zhi screamed, and then took a closer look, only to find that the blue shadow not far away in front of him had disappeared. However, a cold chill ran down his back. Yan Zhi turned around suddenly, only to find Leng Xiaoran's water-like figure.
His body was slowly squirming behind him, as if he was not walking with his legs, but flowing like water, slowly approaching Yan Zhi.
"You...you..." Yan Zhi backed away in despair, looking at Leng Xiaoran who was slowly approaching in fear.
"Don't come over, don't come over..." Yan Zhi felt a palpitation in his heart for some reason, as if the blue figure in front of him could destroy him, his mind and body, in an instant.[
"Why?" A voice that shook the whole world came, slowly spreading in this chaotic world and entering Yan Zhi's ears.
"Why?" Yan Zhi also murmured to himself, feeling confused in his heart, "Why? Why should I be afraid? Why should I run away? Why?" His mind was still confused, as if he was in a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.
"Don't you want to defeat me?" Like a spirit from the sky, the voice that conveys the world is deeply engraved in Yan Zhi's heart, "Don't you want to become famous in one fell swoop? Let all the heavens and worlds surrender at your feet.
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"Yes, I want to defeat you! I want the Saints to unify China, the world, and the world." The ambition in his heart is often revealed in a trance.
"But now you have failed. You were defeated in my hands. You didn't even hurt me... You are the eternal loser..." A series of confused voices lingered in Yan Zhi's ears for a long time.
It dissipated, as if it had penetrated into the earholes and entered the pit of the heart, like blood congestion in the heart that could not come out.
"I failed..." Yan Zhi fell to the ground, his face was like gold paper, his lips were cracked, and he was trembling slightly, "I still can't escape the grasp of God, I am no longer just an ordinary member of the Holy Tribe...
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"The dignity of the Ten Holy Sons cannot be trampled upon, the majesty of the Ten Holy Sons cannot be despised, and the glory of the Ten Holy Sons cannot be abandoned... So you are the betrayer of the Holy Clan... the betrayer... the betrayer... the betrayer..."
Echoing, echoing in the bright and blurry world, it seems that the world is so small that the sound can be heard several times.
"No" seems to remain in the despairing look. The light of the soul is like a spark that disappears and disappears. It is always eroded by the coldness of the outside world and seems to disappear in a flash. However, the spark is still emitting light and heat tenaciously.
, "I'm not a betrayer!! I'm not!!!" That kind of hysterical roar shouts out the meaning of life and the secret of the soul.
"Hmm!!" The blue shadow floated in the air, but looked suspicious. Looking at the figure that was still not broken, he felt very suspicious in his heart, "This is the obsession in my heart... I will let you go today...
"Leng Xiaoran sighed, then waved one hand, and the chaotic and unclear world around him suddenly became clear, as strange as a nightmare in the daytime.
"Yan Zhi, nephew? What's wrong with you?" A familiar voice called in his ear, "Huh?" Yan Zhi was startled, then turned around and saw his familiar elder Yan Se, only to see Yan Se's eyes exposed.
Nervously, he looked at Leng Xiaoran in front of him with a very fearful expression.
"Is this?" Yan Zhi didn't seem to wake up yet. He looked at everything around him, which was familiar yet strange. It seemed that it had happened decades ago. However, when he saw the scene in front of him again, his heart was filled with excitement.
Full of emotions.
"What happened just now?" Yan Zhi didn't know himself, but then he looked up and saw Leng Xiaoran's figure that was forever branded in his heart. "Ah" Yan Zhi screamed, took two steps back, and then pointed at Leng Xiaoran.
Xiaoran couldn't even say a word.
"What's wrong? Aren't you still convinced?" Leng Xiaoran shook his head and laughed, then said to everyone present: "Yan Zhi has been fooling around here for a long time, please just treat it as a joke."
Then Leng Xiaoran turned to Xuanyuan Shi and said: "This time I came to Kunlun, my identity has been revealed. It is no longer convenient for us to stay here, so I will say goodbye." After saying that, the water all over his body squirmed, and his body exploded like a slug.
, left without waiting for Xuanyuan Shi’s reply.
But Xuanyuan Shi did not hesitate at all. He immediately stood up and said loudly to the gate in front of the Hall of Immortals: "Send the Holy Son off." Then the head of the Immortal Sect also followed what Xuanyuan Shi said, and then came to the scene.
Everyone turned around and shouted loudly: "Holy Son, walk slowly!"
Xuanyuan Shi's heart was very heavy, because he had never seen through Leng Xiaoran before. To be honest, no one present except Leng Xiaoran and ten other people had seen where Leng Xiaoran was.
"If this happens again, what will the world be afraid of?" Xuanyuan Shi's eyes were filled with heaviness and confusion. What was heavy was that the Holy Son of the Holy Clan was here, who in the world would dare to offend him. What was puzzling was whether the Saint Clan was as unstoppable as the rumors.
There are contradictions in regulation.
Everyone present could clearly see Yan Zhi playing with Leng Xiaoran, and as the host of the Xianzong, Xuanyuan Shi naturally would not make Yan Zhi look too ugly, so he said: "The agreement just now does not count.
You can continue to say what you want?"
However, Yan Zhi didn't seem to care, and Yan Se seemed to have gone too far to embarrass himself and others again, so he didn't want to stay any longer. Little did he know that in the eyes of others, this was an expected result, so how could it be said to be embarrassing?
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"That's what Yan Zhi doesn't want." Yan Zhi's face was very pale, and Yan Se could see it clearly, so he said with a smile to Xuanyuan Shi: "My nephew, his injury has relapsed. It seems that he needs to recuperate. I'll wait.
It's better to say goodbye for now." Yan Zhi's plan to come to Kunlun was disrupted by Leng Xiaoran, maybe it should be said
It was his own plan that disrupted his own plan. But for Xianzong, the one who disrupted Kunlun's sword discussion was among the Saints. Whether it was Yan Zhi or Leng Xiaoran, they were both disruptors. So in his heart, he felt for the Saints
Naturally, Leng Xiaoran's resentment will not dissipate just because Leng Xiaoran easily defeated Yan Zhi.
In Xuanyuan Shi's eyes, Leng Xiaoran came so forcefully, as if he was warning the Immortal Sect that no one in the world knows what to fear...
Yan Zhi and other members of the Saint Clan naturally went back on their own. On the way, Yan Zhi recalled the feelings he had felt in that illusion from time to time, and a cold palpitation rose up in his heart. That feeling penetrated his heart and bones.
, making his face even paler and without any trace of blood.
"What's wrong? Ever since you were defeated by Leng Xiaoran, you have been frozen in place, motionless. I thought you were injured by Leng Xiaoran's spell. But now it turns out..." Yan Se
He couldn't explain why, so he could only shake his head and smile bitterly, "We still underestimate them too much. The Holy Son is the Holy Son after all. After all, he has condensed the piety of the people for hundreds of millions of years. Even under faith,
Even stubborn rocks can channel spirits..."
"Don't talk anymore, our boulder is still huge now..."
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Now the Ten Saint Sons have not left Kunlun or even the Hall of Immortals. "It's troublesome~" Jin Gun looked at the mirror in displeasure and looked at the pockmarked face in the mirror, "I'll go."
"How ugly is this?" Jin Qiang cried sadly. However, when Jin Qiang raised his head, he burst into laughter and pointed at Ying Jianjian Yan Hao and others, "You guys are so awesome!"
I saw the appearance of the little old man Ying Jianjian, and Yan Hao's wrinkled face, which was even more unpalatable than the chrysanthemum face before.
"Tch, you don't look like a migrant worker..." Yan Hao retorted unhappily.
"Don't make any noise." Bai Ling'er shouted angrily, and then said calmly: "Slowly release your power later, and don't attract other people's attention. At this moment, our identity is no longer the Ten Saint Sons.
Just an ordinary disciple of a small sect."
"Yeah, I understand." Jin Qiang responded casually.
Feng Ji asked: "Since Luo Qianhua already knows our identities, I don't think we should hide it from them."
"Yes." Bai Ling'er nodded lightly, and then looked at Leng Xiaoran, who was still sitting cross-legged on the ground motionless.
"Why hasn't he recovered yet?" Ying Jianjian also noticed something strange about Leng Xiaoran.
Feng Qi thought for a moment, and then said: "Xuan Shui's phantom body contains too much power, and it needs to be adjusted for a while."
Jin Qian waited aside and looked at Leng Xiaoran, and then asked doubtfully: "Mysterious water illusion does not seem to be an inherited method, but it is also quite extraordinary."
However, Yan Hao sneered and said, "But it's as useless as the Melting Fire Body. Otherwise, why haven't you seen the boss use it a few times?"
"That's right." Jin Qian was immediately relieved, "This useless technique is only used on people who are as useless as chicken ribs. Quack, quack, quack..." Strange screams came from time to time.
There seems to be a layer of white gauze around everyone. Outsiders can see them, but they can't pay attention to them. This effect seems to come from Leng Xiaoran. Everyone can't know that after all, it takes a peak powerhouse Xuanyuan Shi.
Even they, the Son of God, cannot afford to pay attention.
"Well..." After his soul returned to his body, Leng Xiaoran's face turned quite pale, and the corners of his mouth were a little dry.
"Is it very difficult?" Although everyone was surprised that Leng Xiaoran defeated Yan Zhi quite easily, everyone knew very well that Leng Xiaoran was definitely not easy.
"Ghost Crying Slash... I still can't afford it..." Leng Xiaoran only felt dizzy before her eyes, and then she felt a burst of light in front of her eyes. There were some slight exclamations from all around, and there was a loud and coercive sound.
The sound spread throughout the hall, and Leng Xiaoran couldn't hear what they were, and then she passed out.[