Yan Poyun, who was getting ready to go, was startled, with a look of surprise and surprise on his face.
Listening to the sound of this voice, Balian's eyes flickered, and there were subtle changes.
Even Bai Shaoyan couldn't help but look away.
The spiritual brilliance of the mark between Balian's ears also faded as she closed her heart, and the chains formed by the spiritual light between her wrists also dispersed like starlight.
The bright face under the moonlight was no stranger to her.
Bai Shaoyan stood up straight again and put a little distance away from Bailian.
She frowned slightly, looking at the visitor with a hint of hostility and anger.
The wheelchair creaked and the sound of wheels rolling across the scorched earth sounded from a distance.
After Yan Poyun stopped firing, the ground fire gradually calmed down and flowed into the cracks in the earth.
The terrifying high temperature that pervaded the surrounding areas also cooled down at an alarming rate.
Gradually, a thin layer of fog began to form in the forest at night, and the misty wind carrying the cold snow in the mountains blew by. The young master sitting in the wheelchair had flowing robes, even though he could not walk and was disabled.
His sitting posture is still as tall and straight as a bamboo, his body is as jade-like, and it looks like a painting from a distance.
The person pushing the wheelchair behind him was a middle-aged and beautiful woman. She was wearing the most common Jingchai commoner in the world, her hair was tied into a married bun, and a string of slightly slender strings hung around her waist.
The worn old copper coins were incompatible with the temperament of the gentleman in the wheelchair.
The scene fell silent for a while.
Yan Poyun wrinkled his brows, which were as protruding as a stone bank, and looked at him with a ferocious beast-like gaze. He said in a deep voice, "It turns out that Mr. Jibai is here."
There were several dull coughs in the wind. Shen Jibai frowned slightly, and half of his face was lost in the shadows of the cold mist in the mountain forest. Looking from a distance, he could only see a pale and thin chin and a hair.
Bloodless thin lips.
Regarding Yan Poyun's words, he didn't even mean to say hello. He only responded lightly and said, "Well, it's me."
Yan Poyun struck the ground with a gun and a cold expression: "I have long heard that Mr. Jibai is a man born in the world and does not ask anything outside the window all year round. But now it seems that this is not the case.
But even if the young master ignores the secular world, since he is in the God's Punishment Forest, he should know that in this God's Punishment Forest, regardless of life or death, all monsters in the forest can be hunted at will by those who have the ability."
Shang Chang hurriedly said: "But the real dragon belongs to the dragon clan, not the demon clan, nor the lineage of demons and immortals. It is an auspicious beast in the fairy world. How can it be hunted so easily."
Although he said this, Shang Chang knew that Yan Poyun was the strongest among the defenders of the Golden Sea, with an extremely proud mind and a high spirit.
Therefore, whether many taboos in the God's Punishment Forest need to be respected in his eyes depends on whether he wants to abide by them.
The Dragon Clan is an ancient and extinct god, a rare thing in the world. Even the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan attaches great importance to the spread of his bloodline.
But this is Kunlun Jingxu, a place where the six realms are not guarded. The rules and order of the Shangqing Immortal Realm cannot restrain the defenders of Kunlun Jingxu.
Even though the silver-haired woman was the only true dragon in the world, if Yan Poyun really wanted to take possession of her, he would not hesitate to dismember her with the Poyun Spear.
As the most powerful defender of Kunlun Jingxu, his body is as valuable as the entire True Immortal Sect.
When the real dragon was dismembered in the God's Punishment Forest, it's possible that the God Lord would really punish him for this.
Sure enough, the coldness in Yan Poyun's eyes did not fade away because of his warning, and his face was as serious as pig iron: "Just because you can't hunt easily doesn't mean you can't hunt."
He pointed the heavy Poyun Gun at Bailian in the distance, and said in a slightly cold voice: "This man killed the True Immortal Sect and should be killed on the spot. The True Dragon recognizes him as its master and protects him with his body, why can't he kill?"
Yan Poyun slowly rolled his eyes. He didn't even have the patience to waste words on Shang Chang.
He looked at the young man in white in the forest fog and said seriously: "Young Master Ji Bai showed up today, but he plans to compete with me."
Before Shen Jibai could speak, Yan Poyun laughed again and said coldly: "Although Mr. Jibai's spiritual root skills are the best in the world, you are actually disabled.
If you hadn't been hanging on to your life with elixirs all year round, I'm afraid you wouldn't even have the most basic ability to survive.
This is the Forest of God’s Punishment, the young master is a smart and open-minded person, and this… is not the place for you to speak.”
Facing the Crown Prince of the Ancient Yin Kingdom, Yan Poyun's tone was polite and respectful, but the content of his words was unceremonious and could even be said to have a strong sense of humiliation.
However, what made Yan Poyun regretful was that he did not show any anger or shame in the face of this proud man because of the words "crippled".
As if he had already accepted his identity as a disabled person, Shen Jibai responded coldly: "You say I am smart, but I am very stupid."
Yan Poyun narrowed his eyes, and then his expression quickly returned to normal. He relied on his identity. He has been a defender for hundreds of thousands of years. Here today, life and death are all determined by his thoughts. between.
Why waste words with a junior who is no more than a hundred years old?
He kills people and slays dragons, is it possible that he still needs the approval of this crippled prince?
"If you want to touch this man and one dragon tonight, I'm afraid you really need the permission of me, the crippled prince, to do it."
Shen Jibai sat upright in the wheelchair with a pale face, as if he could see through Yan Poyun's thoughts at the moment.
He said calmly: "You said it yourself just now, I am proficient in the art of spiritual roots, and no one in the world can match it.
Do you think that you can achieve the body of the demon immortal you have now and overcome the tribulations and become an immortal? Do you really think you can do this just by being a disciple of the True Immortal Cult?"
Shang Chang was shocked and looked at Yan Poyun in disbelief.
Stories and legends about this first defender of the Golden Sea are spread throughout Kunlun Jingxu.
After the Cold Feather Pond was lost in the Kunlun Jingxu, he was the first defender after the Empress to successfully overcome the calamity and transform into immortal bones without relying on the power of the Cold Feather Pond, and to rely on his own strength to purify the demonic bones.
There are countless rumors about him, and his existence is also the spiritual support of thousands of Kunlun people.
But I never thought that a divine man like Yan Poyun was not exempt from the secular world and had also received the ritual of kowtow from the True Immortal Sect.
Shang Chang had mixed feelings in his heart.
No wonder just now, he could not help but prefer the True Immortal Sect.
There is actually such a causal relationship.
The expression on Yan Poyun's face also became subtle and unnatural, but he was a human being after all, and he did not hide his rebuttal in anger like a rat, nor did he admit the problem head-on.
He looked at Shen Jibai solemnly with a rigid expression: "If Mr. Jibai is just here to make trouble tonight, I don't mind making you suffer."
"Really?" Shen Jibai showed a faint smile on his face.
Seeing his expression, Bailian felt a sudden surge of heart, knowing clearly that Yan Poyun was about to suffer a disaster.
The young man in white clothes in the wheelchair raised his unusually thin right arm, and spread out his five cold, white and thin slender fingers. The gesture was similar to the one used by Balian to control the puppet string.
His fingertips stretched out, and translucent silk threads similar to puppet threads flew gently, but they were different from Balian's puppet threads.
The threads on his fingertips are more like condensed smoke that has not yet condensed.
It spreads into space and becomes extremely bland, making it difficult to capture its flow trajectory.
Those five long and thin fingers suddenly closed into a fist.
"Plop!!!" A huge heartbeat vibrated from under Yan Poyun's chest.
Yan Poyun's body shook violently, painful spasms passed over the corners of his mouth, and the color on his face as cold as rock instantly faded away.
He covered the center of his chest, where vibrations similar to a heartbeat kept echoing, but his heart was not there.
What is hidden there is his immortal bone spiritual root!
Yan Poyun suddenly raised his head and looked at Shen Jibai in the wheelchair in disbelief, shocked and speechless.
Shen Jibai's expression remained calm, but his fists tightened tighter and tighter, making the opponent's body tremble more and more violently.
His gray-white pupils could not reflect any scenery, they were empty and indifferent.
"Do you really think that it is a simple matter to temper your demon body to become an immortal? That you can open an immortal aperture by knocking on your spirit?
If you don't have spiritual roots to guide you, you won't be able to overcome the calamity and become an immortal even if you practice for another hundred thousand years. After all, there is only one true pure-blood demon immortal in this world."
Yan Poyun pursed his lips to suppress the surging emotions, and said in a deep voice: "This spiritual root was given to me by the empress for my meritorious service in guarding the territory!"
Shen Jibai said calmly: "God Lord Kunlun is proficient in all kinds of magic, and he is the greatest saint in Kunlun. But in the whole world, I am the only one who is proficient in the art of spiritual roots. If it were not given by the immortal world, how could God Lord Kunlun have this spiritual root in his hands."
"This is impossible……"
Shen Jibai's voice was still calm: "In this world, there are only stupidities and illnesses that cannot be cured. No matter whose hand this spiritual root came from or who gave it to you, don't you know that all the spiritual roots that can be preserved and transferred in this world are from In my hand?"
Yan Poyun sneered and said: "Don't mess with my Taoist mind with your nonsense. You are only more than two hundred years old, and I became an immortal hundreds of thousands of years ago. Even if you are proficient in the art of spiritual roots, the spirit in my body Root, how could it come from your hands?"
The pain of disordered and violent spiritual roots under his chest was still there, but Yan Poyun forced himself to put down the palms covering his chest. He stood upright and looked at Shen Jibai with no light in his dark eyes.
Even though the pain caused by the spiritual root was intense, there was no trace of embarrassment on his face from beginning to end.
Bailian's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly said quickly: "Be careful!"
The next moment, Yan Poyun disappeared from where he was.
This time, Yan Poyun did not use his gun. It was not because he looked down upon Shen Jibai's disabled body, but because he decided to use his true strength at this moment.
Knowing what it means to kill Shen Jibai.
But he is Yan Poyun, the guardian of Kunlun, and he never accepts any coercion.
Compared to the Cloud-breaking Spear, at this moment, he believed in his fist more.
He disappeared into the forest and onto the earth.
Appearing under the firmament of the universe and among the light of billions of stars.
His fist burned in the starlight.
It burned with a flame that was brighter than the stars.
He was extremely fast, but it was not a sneak attack.
Instead, it was a majestic and upright frontal attack.
Although Shen Jibai couldn't see all this happening.
The mountain forest mist lingering around Shen Jibai was suddenly disrupted and shattered into an absolute vacuum.
Shen Jibai's thin and pale face became clear under the fog.
He raised his eyes slightly, and his light gray pupils still showed no wave reflection.
The flaming fist was about to fall on his head, and everyone even predicted the scene where the prince's head would explode like a watermelon.
That fist was powerful and direct. The punch that came down from the absolute level of strength was so powerful that even the surrounding wind had no time to change its trajectory.
That fist has already arrived.
Balian even saw that Shen Jibai's body felt the strong threat of death, the fine hairs on his face stood up, and the skin on his neck even trembled slightly.
That fist struck down as coldly and powerfully as a mountain.
Despite the distance.
Even Balian felt the terrifying pressure coming from above his head.
But the last thing Balian saw was Shen Jibai's lifeless eyes.
There is no emotion of despair or fear in it.
The body instinctively fears the threat of death.
But there was no wave in his heart.
A doubtful thought arose in Parian's mind.
Is it possible that Shen Jibai can take this punch?
It's not that Balian despises Shen Jibai in his heart, he won't think like ordinary people that his weak and sick body will never have any chance of martial arts.
When he was young, he was familiar with Shen Jibai.
He is a true genius.
His physical disability and ordinary limitations will not affect his ability to create miracles.
However, miracles also have limits.
Even in the past two hundred years, Shen Jibai had countless opportunities and had been hiding for many years. After all, he was a strong man in the Tongming Realm.
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How could he do it and survive from his hands?
After all, Bai Lian still overestimated Shen Jibai's body. Under the influence of the fist, he felt even more difficult and tired to lift his arms.
The arm that controlled the spiritual thread was weakly put down, and his fingers loosened.
There was obviously no resistance.
But just when the fist was about to land on his head, it stopped without warning.
…
A thick calloused palm appeared above his head, as if conjured out of thin air, holding the huge fist.
But even though it looked like he was holding the fist, everyone knew it in their hearts.
But it was this palm that received Yan Poyun's terrifying blow.
The owner of that palm chuckled, and the ordinary string of copper coins on her waist made a crisp clang. She swept the fist and its owner aside like smoke.
The whole movement was smooth and flowing, with no clouds or smoke. It was indescribably elegant and free.
"Back, back, back."
Yan Poyun was swept aside, his posture was not that embarrassing, but his body followed the three sounds and took three steps back uncontrollably.
Every step is a hundred meters away.
After his footsteps settled down, there was a surge of energy behind him, and the power of Feng Qingyun Dan's palm destroyed the strength of his fist, and even sent out a terrifying wave of energy that was a thousand meters away.
Yan Poyun looked at the woman in civilian clothes pushing the wheelchair behind Shen Jibai with horrified eyes.
This time Shen Jibai God punished the forest and his party, the Ancient Yin Kingdom actually sent a high-ranking golden immortal to accompany them.
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