What followed was the second, third, and even the countless cracks.
In just a few breaths, the originally smooth and boundless white space began to crackle continuously, and was surrounded by twists and turns of cracks. It became no longer solid or complete.
"You have been preparing silently for so long just now, and it was not easy to get me here."
Looking at the visions around him, Lin Bei's voice was filled with a hint of joking and ridicule, "Now that you have fallen short due to lack of soul power, aren't you very unwilling?"
"Isn't it true that it still doesn't work?"
In the white void, Nangong Ling's soft whisper floated faintly.
Her voice was still calm, and she didn't seem to have much disappointment or frustration.
"It's really wishful thinking to rely on the power I gave you to deal with me!"
Lin Bei suddenly opened his arms, looked up at the sky, and laughed loudly, "I said, the only right path is to pursue the peak. Relying on external forces will eventually lead to the bottom!"
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the already precarious white space finally shattered into pieces and collapsed.
Pieces of auras of different shapes were like peeling white paint on the wall, scattering in all directions, completely shattering the wall between reality and consciousness.
On the island, Lin Bei slowly opened his eyes, and what appeared in his sight was Nangong Ling's haggard and pale pretty face.
There was no trace of blood on the tender cheeks of this disciple of Piaohua Palace, and his originally shining golden eyes were dim. His whole person looked extremely fragile, as if with just a slight touch, it would break and be damaged like glass.
Since they met, he had never seen such a tired look on Nangong Ling's face.
But even so, there was still no trace of depression or decadence on this woman's face.
She is actually smiling!
Staring at Nangong Ling's weak smile, Lin Bei was slightly absent-minded, with some admiration and some irritation in his heart.
"puff!"
The moment he broke through the illusion, a crisp sound suddenly came to his ears.
Lin Bei felt a pain in his heart, and quickly looked down, only to see a sharp, thin, weird-looking purple weapon stuck in his chest.
The handle of the weapon was tightly wrapped around a branch and was being pushed forward desperately, wishing it could stab him through the heart.
How can it be?
Lin Bei had a look of disbelief on his face. He couldn't understand why, with his invincible body transformed by the earth dragon's essence and blood, and the protection of his supreme soul power, he would be defeated by a seemingly ordinary weapon.
Break defense.
What frightened him even more was that the moment he was stabbed by this strange weapon, the spiritual power at the wound began to lose control, and even the soul power could not be condensed.
However, before he could recover from the shock, another strong wind came rushing towards him.
Lin Bei's eyes turned sharply, and he saw a long knife curled up on another branch, and it was stabbing towards his face with lightning speed.
The appearance of the long sword is simple and unpretentious, and it is difficult to tell the difference when placed next to the saber of any Daqian soldier.
However, if you look closely, you can find an inconspicuous red line on the side of the blade.
Seeing that the tip of the knife was about to hit his skin, Lin Bei's heart skipped a beat, his nerves tensed up, his blood boiled, and an inexplicable surge of uneasiness surged in his mind.
Done!
Seeing that she was about to succeed, the light in Yin Ning'er's eyes became brighter and brighter, and her face couldn't help showing excitement.
There is no doubt that she, the owner of the Wood Spirit Body, was the one who controlled the branches to kill Lin Bei.
Not long ago, she was bullied by Lin Bei and was unable to resist at all. She almost thought she was going to die on the spot.
However, for some unknown reason, this menacing ancient demon suddenly stopped his attack and stood there blankly like a statue, his eyes dull and motionless.
"Ning'er, stab him!"
"First take the Nine Nether Thorns, then use the Red Line Knife!"
Then, Nangong Ling's inaudible voice suddenly came to his ears.
Even though he was already in an extremely weak state, and even though he was trying so hard to drag Lin Bei into the illusion, Nangong Ling's instructions were still clear and clear, and people could understand them instantly.
Just these two words seemed to have exhausted all her strength.
After that, Nangong Ling's eyes shone brightly, he said nothing and never made any further movements.
Regarding Senior Sister's judgment, Yin Ning'er immediately followed her words without any doubt.
Nine Nether Thorns, one of the acquired spiritual treasures, may seem light and small, but possess unparalleled ability to break defenses.
The Red Thread Knife is also one of the acquired spiritual treasures, with an ordinary appearance. However, no matter what level of cultivator he is, if he is scratched by this knife, he will die. It can be said that the blood seals the throat, which is almost beyond It has broken the rules of the cultivation world and reached a point where it is almost a law.
Obviously, Nangong Ling had foreseen that with Lin Bei's body and soul power, if he just used the red thread knife to chop him, he would not be able to break through the defense at all.
What's more, with the strength of everyone present, even if they hold treasures like the Red Thread Knife, they can't even get close to this demon, let alone cut him.
Ever since, the perfect plan was made to first trap Lin Bei's consciousness with the Way of Misty Moon, then pierce the defense with Jiuyou, and finally take his life with the Red Thread Knife.
In order to make him fall into the path of Hazy Moon, Nangong Ling had already made plans in advance when he was lurking in the enemy camp. This wisdom and planning have far surpassed the category of a smart person and reached the level of a monster. the point.
Up to this point, the plan has been executed smoothly.
Lin Bei successfully fell into the illusion, and Yin Ning'er, the only one who could still move, lived up to expectations and stabbed him with the Nine Nether Thorns.
If the old devil's physical body was not too strong, causing the Nine Nether Thorn to deviate slightly, this single stab might have hit his heart directly and sent him on his way.
However, the development of things failed to fully meet Nangong Ling's expectations.
The duration of the illusion is too short!
The conversation between the two people in the white space seemed long, but in reality, it only lasted a very short moment.
Before being stabbed by the red thread knife, Lin Bei's consciousness had broken through the shackles of the illusion and successfully woke up.
In a battle of this level, seemingly small deviations often have fatal consequences.
"when!"
A melodious bell sounded from Lin Bei's body and spread throughout the island in an instant.
When the bell hit her ears, Yin Ning'er's eyes dimmed, and there was a "buzz" in her head. Her whole body instantly fell into a state of rigidity. The movement of the branch controlling the red thread knife stagnated, and she was unable to move forward for a moment.
"puff!"
Nangong Ling's pretty face turned even pale, and she couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her feet swayed and she almost fell to the ground.
"Clang!"
With this brief moment of respite, Lin Bei's eyes flashed with inspiration. He suddenly raised his left arm, pulled out the Nine Nether Thorns inserted in his chest, and threw it to the ground.
The moment the Nine Nether Thorns left his body, he felt his whole body relax. Spiritual power immediately flowed from the wound, and the collapsed power was gathering at an unimaginable speed.
No!
I can't lose!
The opportunity that Senior Sister finally created must not be wasted by me!
At this time, Yin Ning'er had also come back to her senses. When she saw the demon pulling out the Nine Nether Thorns, she couldn't help but feel shocked. She gritted her teeth and hit the ground with her right palm again. The spiritual power in her body was running wildly, and her life-long energy was It was taken to the extreme in this moment.
"Whoosh!"
The originally stagnant red thread knife suddenly jumped forward like a missile filled with fuel, and stabbed hard at the wound on Lin Bei's chest.
quick!
faster!
Faster!
Looking at the red line knife getting closer and closer to the enemy, Yin Ning'er's heart beat faster and faster, almost jumping out of her mouth.
For a moment, she seemed to see the beautiful scene of Lin Bei being stabbed into the chest with a red thread knife, killing him on the spot.
Although the ideal is full, the reality is always skinny.
Just when the tip of the knife was about to touch the wound, Lin Bei stretched out his right hand like lightning, and gently pressed his index and middle fingers together to clamp the incoming knife blade.
The seemingly slender fingers are as hard as iron pliers, locking the sword tightly so that it can no longer move forward even a millimeter.
"This knife..."
Lin Bei stared at the sword in front of him for a moment, then slowly said, "Is it the legendary acquired treasure, the red thread sword?"
Yin Ning'er's expression changed, as if she didn't expect that the other party could actually recognize this acquired spiritual treasure, which was not very well-known.
"Ling'er, you said you had a way to take my life, but did you rely on this knife?"
Lin Bei suddenly laughed, "What a scary woman, I almost fell into your trap!"
"Snapped!"
Then, under Yin Ning'er's desperate gaze, he used a little force with his fingers to break the red thread knife.
Did you lose?
A deep sense of depression couldn't help but surge into her heart. At this moment, Yin Ning'er was almost lying down and giving up hope completely.
No!
It's not over yet!
Looking over the weak and unconscious faces of Lin Zhiyun, Liu Qiqi, Lin Xiaodie and other classmates, the girl bit her lower lip tightly, and a determined light suddenly appeared in her eyes.
She raised her right palm high again and slapped it hard on the ground, instantly summoning hundreds of thick branches and rushing towards the wounded in all directions.
"it's over!"
However, before she could finish this move, Lin Bei's cold voice suddenly sounded in her ears.
"boom!"
Yin Ning'er was shocked. Before she could raise her head, she was hit hard on the back of the neck by a shining palm.
She felt her vision go dark and lost consciousness.