After breaking free from the encirclement of the four white immortals, the falcon fluttered its wings into the wind and crossed the flowing clouds, escaping for thousands of miles.
Baili'an stood on the back of the bird. When he looked back, he found that the four white immortals had not caught up with him.
He didn't feel at all relaxed about this.
On the contrary, my spirit became even more tense.
After the brief exchange just now, although the four White Immortals were all injured, they were far from being seriously injured and unable to move.
The order to kill Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan has been issued.
As an immortal minister, if you have the strength, you will not dare to slack off at all.
Although Bailian seemed to be out of trouble, his vigilance did not relax at all and he was highly concentrated.
But despite this, under this changing sky, he still couldn't feel any strangeness or murderous intent.
It's so calm that it feels eerie.
He lowered his head and touched the faint inscription on the sword, then put the Tiance Junshan sword into the jade of clear water.
Then he crossed his arms and stood with his eyes lowered, letting the clouds shake his white clothes generously, as if he was patiently waiting for something.
But even though Balian was fully prepared and waited patiently.
The moment the clouds in the sky were cut in half, and a silver sickle cut open the sky and appeared in front of Bai Lian...
He still couldn't feel the murderous intention and aura.
Even the zombie race's innate keen sense of danger has lost its effect.
Silver Scythe's speed is so fast that it surpasses the common sense in the world.
Before Balian could catch the scythe, his body first felt the bone-shattering pain, and then he saw the afterimage of the silver scythe under the sky in his eyes.
It was so fast that there was no sound, and the murderous intention was not obvious at all.
It is precisely because of this that it is truly terrifying.
A sharp wound opened on Balian's shoulder, and the wound continued to castrate, causing his body to split open like a thin piece of paper.
The wound extended from his shoulder to his abdomen, almost cutting open his entire upper body. Bones were visible deep and intestines were visible.
Under the wound, what was even more terrifying was that there was an indescribable destructive force that was devastating all the way along the meridians in his body.
From the moment the silver scythe appeared to the time it disappeared, Balian was never able to see the face of the person wielding the scythe, not even half of his clothes.
Blood was splashed under the falcon's wings, and the destructive force was actually hidden in the blood.
Just listen to the mournful chirping of the falcon, and the splattered blood actually pierced its body with dots of red.
The huge pair of wings that covered the sky also became heavy and clumsy, swaying in the clouds.
Bailian's feet were unstable and he was seriously injured. He almost fell from the bird's back.
Before he could stand upright, a broad and slender hand wearing a platinum glove came to the back of Balian's neck without any trace.
The blooming Bianhua flower on the back of Balian's neck has not failed to bloom, and the vajra pestle pierced in the heart of the flower has not left either.
The power between the two is still in a deadlocked balance.
But the moment that hand held the vajra, the two balanced power systems were instantly broken.
There is a huge difference between the divine power that the Vajra wields in an instant and the magnificence that Zan Hai displays when he holds the immortal weapon!
The owner of this palm is obviously not the owner of the vajra.
However, he was able to exert dozens of times the power of other immortals' natal tools.
This is absolute domination!
The thirty-six petals of the other shore flower bloomed around the neck, and the petals withered into ashes, leaving a burnt black flower-shaped mark on the skin.
"Chi!" a soft sound.
The sharp tip of the vajra easily penetrated into Balian's neck, but the hand holding the vajra still had an understatement.
Bailian was hit hard twice, but he still couldn't see the outline of the attacker clearly.
One move can bring him this kind of irresistible pressure.
It can only be a strong person of Fu Huo's level.
The one who came in response to the execution order was the Golden Immortal!
Bai Lian seemed to have already expected this. Although he was seriously injured, there was no panic or despair in his eyes.
There was a cold whisper from behind, and Jinxianqueliu was about to pull out the Vajra and deliver another fatal blow, but found that the cracked skin on the back of the corpse demon's neck was surging as if alive.
I saw the man in front of me, enduring the severe pain, and tilted his head hard to the right, only to hear a bone cracking sound.
The vajra was stuck tightly into the bone seam.
Jinxian Queliu showed an interesting look, lowered his eyes and said: "It is said that the physical body of the corpse demon clan, except Mohe Shuci, can be said to be the best among the six paths.
But the difference in realm between you and me cannot be made up by physical strength alone.
How dare you bind a weapon with bones? You really don't know how to write the word "death."
Jinxianqueliu seemed to be very interested in Bailian. Although he had an overwhelming upper hand, he was not in a hurry to kill him.
His index finger slowly tapped the body of the vajra, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly:
"Your courage is extraordinary, but your spiritual power, blood and energy have all been exhausted. How long do you think you can be trapped with this weapon based on the corpse demon's physical talent?"
Balian's throat was penetrated, and when he spoke with his lips open, his voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows that had been dried, but it contained a firm confidence.
"One moment is enough!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the seal on the palm of Balian's palm lit up, and the falcon bird burst out with a chirp, its remaining feathers flew away, and the huge falcon bird disappeared in an instant.
Even though Jinxianqueliu was well-informed, he didn't know the significance of Balian's actions. His head was slightly tilted, and his expression just showed a hint of confusion.
A small golden sword seemed to have absorbed the sword's energy, and it slashed swiftly and silently.
The hidden breath is as tiny as dust.
Actually, even Golden Fairy Bird and Willow didn't notice it.
There was only a clanging sound, and the golden sword cut a very subtle sword light between him and Balian.
The vajra was so confused that it broke into two pieces.
The Golden Fairy Willow Finger Glove was also cut with a sharp small opening, and a piece of blood spilled out of the small tear.
Because the golden sword was sucked into the blade, the sword's intention increased by three points, and it stabbed towards his eyebrows.
"This is..." Jinxianqueliu frowned and narrowed his eyes: "Xuyan's sword?"
If he were in the Shangqing Immortal Realm, his realm would not be suppressed by any laws of heaven.
This sword is like a majestic wind blowing across the face, so it is not worth mentioning.
But now he is in the human world, even though he came under the order of the immortal, the suppression of the laws of heaven is not as strong as that of Jinxian Fengxu.
In addition, Xu Yan's strength and cultivation are also among the best among the White Immortals. He is expected to step into the threshold of the Golden Immortals in this life, and his sword-raising skills are even more top-notch.
Compared to the Vajra, this little golden sword is of a higher rank, a sword of destiny nourished by his Taoist soul.
It already has the power to hurt ordinary golden immortals.
And now, the ten thousand-year-old sword energy in the belly of the falcon has been assimilated and nourished. Its power is rising steadily, and its lethality is doubled. Even the Golden Immortal Shoufeng does not dare to be careless.
I didn't expect that this guy, who seemed to be at the end of his rope, could still use the enemy's weapon to retain such a hand.
If it were the Four Immortals who caught up with him, the power of this sword would probably leave one of the Four Immortals alive forever.
With this sword, Balian completely surrendered to the control of Golden Fairy Bird Willow, but he was exhausted, without spiritual support, unable to control the sword, and fell towards the vast abyss of the sky.
“I really didn’t expect that the five of us working together to kill the zombie demon would end up having to compete with the Taoist swords of our immortal friends.
If Master Xianzun finds out about this, I'm afraid he will be punished again."
Jinxianqueliu had a headache and held his forehead. Although he was complaining, his expression was indifferent, and he did not appear angry or angry at being plotted by Balian.
In the Shangqing Immortal Realm, there are clear levels of hierarchy, but there is no hint of contempt or pride in his words when compared to the four White Immortals who are one level below him.
Looking at the entire fairy world, I'm afraid I can't find a few golden immortals who can call Bai Xian my fairy friend so naturally and rightly.
Queliu raised two fingers, held the pen upright between her lips, and faintly spoke one true word.
"Certainly!"
The small golden sword trembled and hung between his eyebrows for an instant. Two deep vortices condensed in the eyes of the Golden Fairy Bird and Willow. The small golden sword was reflected in the pupil vortices, and its figure gradually faded.
He uttered one more word.
"broken!"
The small golden sword shattered in response to the sound, and thousands of sword energy attached to the sword shot out in all directions, shooting out countless traces as fine as holes in the thick white sea of clouds.
The pupils of Golden Fairy Bird Willow's eyes returned to their dark color, clearly reflecting Jian Chen who was fleeting like golden fireworks, and sighed: "What a pity."
The four immortals Xuyan, Shoufeng, Zanhai, and Tan Yuansi saw that the Golden Fairy Bird Willow had appeared, but their hands and feet were trapped by the corpse demon. They couldn't help but feel chilled, and they immediately rushed over.
Hearing his sigh, the four immortals felt a chill in their hearts and looked slightly panicked.
Xu Yan saw that Queliu's tail finger was actually injured. Judging from the severity of the injury, it turned out that it was injured by his natal sword, and he couldn't help but panic for a moment.
Tan Yuansi stepped forward and said in a cold voice: "This man is cunning and has endless tricks. It is normal for Lord Queliu to be careless and plot for him.
He is injured at the moment and is at the end of his strength, I will descend to earth and ambush him right now!"
Jinxian Queliu glanced sideways at him, "That little guy has been fighting for days, and his energy, blood, and spiritual power have been stretched to the extreme. Now he is being severely injured by the five of me together. How can I not see that he is at the end of his strength?"
Since Lord Immortal sent the five of us to kill this little guy, it is naturally destined that he will not escape this disaster, so why should I feel sorry for his temporary escape?"
Tan Yuansi didn't expect that she could figure out his thoughts so crookedly, and she couldn't help but feel embarrassed on her face: "That's a pity for Mr. Queliu..."
Golden Fairy Bird Liu raised her palm to catch a trace of sword dust, lowered her eyes and said: "It is not easy to cultivate a natal sword. My dear friend Xuyan, this sword has been sheathed for thousands of years. If you go to the Heart Tool Tomb, this sword will definitely become a spirit."
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He lowered his palm lightly, and Jian Chen fell from his fingertips. "With the White Immortal realm, it is indeed a pity to be able to raise a sword that can stab the Golden Immortal and then destroy it."
Shou Feng, Zan Hai, and Tan Yuan Si could not understand the true meaning of his words. They only said that he cherished the sword deeply and felt sorry for the sword to be destroyed.
Only Xu Yan felt colder and colder the more he heard these words.
Although his Dao sword has the power to stab the golden immortal, how can the judicial golden immortal Queliu be an ordinary golden immortal?
With his methods, if he really cherishes the sword and has the heart to preserve it, he will have countless methods.
But he used two words of fairy words to destroy the Taoist sword!
His words were full of pity, but he showed no mercy when he broke the sword.
When Jinxianqueliu's bright eyes looked straight at him, Xu Yan's expression suddenly tightened.
They acted a little more casually today, and they forgot for a moment that the person who came with them was the Golden Fairy Bird who holds the laws of the fairy world.
He has a pair of eyes that can see through all things, and a heart that distinguishes cleverness and clumsiness.
His modest skills were showing off in front of Queliu, but it turned out to be a bit naive.
Xu Yan knew clearly in his heart that his broken sword was a warning and punishment to him.
But for some unknown reason, Jinxianqueliu didn't expose him in public, but it saved him some face and saved him a lot of trouble.
In Xu Yan's impression, Queliu had always been ruthless. Although he was reasonable, he was not an easy person to talk to.
Under Xu Yan's nervous expression, Jinxian Queliu didn't do anything to embarrass him. He quickly withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "This little guy has finally saved the world from a disaster. There is no need to kill him here. It's better to capture him alive."
Alright."
The tone seems to be that of a discussion, but the way he talks to himself is not at all like a discussion.
The four immortals looked stern.
This God of Death really had the intention of sending this son to the Suo Heavenly Hell.
Tan Yuansi looked confused: "But this son destroyed the Baiyin Gate, which is a serious crime. Lord Immortal's order is..."
Jinxianqueliu said nothing, but gave him a faint look, "It's a small thing to kill this little guy, but if you destroy the imperial treasure in his possession, it would be a big sin."
"The treasure of the imperial treasury?"
The four immortals looked puzzled at the same time: "What imperial treasure weapon?"
Jinxianqueliu returned to his uninterested and lazy look: "I'm also very curious, so... I'll find out if I go down and take a look."
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Balian is no longer able to wield the sword and can only let himself fall continuously downwards, relying entirely on the corpse demon's powerful body to resist the weight of the fall.
Fortunately, his luck was not too bad, and he fell into a peach forest. The peach branches were slender and the petals were soft. With the cushioning force, the trauma of Balian's heavy fall was alleviated a lot.
His body was covered with peach blossoms, and the blood gushing out from his shoulders, abdomen and neck soon dyed the fallen flowers on the ground bloody and crimson.
Balian's injuries were extremely serious, but he did not stay here to adjust his breathing.
Not daring to stay here any longer, he endured the weakness of anemia and the severe pain of the wound, turned over and raised his arms to stand up.
There was still half a vajra that had been destroyed by divine will deeply stuck in the bones of the back of his neck. He reached to the back of his neck with his right hand, gritted his teeth, and pulled it out with all his strength.
The unparalleled pain caused by him in an instant made his teeth creak, and the wound on the back of his neck immediately caused blood to flow profusely. The pain made his eyes darken, his vision uncertain, and he almost fainted.
Balian didn't dare to stop at all, and quickly tore off a piece of clothing and simply wrapped it around his neck to stop the bleeding.
Now, all means have been exhausted, blood has drained, spiritual power has dried up, the body is seriously injured, and even this powerful corpse demon body is dilapidated and stretched to the limit.
The wound from his shoulder to his abdomen was huge, and the wound was torn even deeper after he fell from a high altitude just now.
Half of his body was crumbling, almost split in two from the horrific wound.
Now, even this body can no longer be used.
Balian couldn't help but sigh, raised his palm, and looked at the black breath lingering on his fingertips.
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