Chapter six hundred and ninety-ninth obsession and resentment
Mo Ziyan's reputation was not obtained out of thin air. In terms of origin, as a personal disciple of the Flame Demon, she is also considered a famous family. In terms of strength, she can compare with the top ten masters of cultivators. Among the cultivators of the same age, there is only one person.
With the achievements that can go hand in hand with her, this person is Ling Haoyu, who is silent on the altar below, wearing a golden crow robe.
If it is not the relationship between Taoism and demons, if it is not the conflict between life and death that you will face when you are born, their love may be something that the world enjoys. For practitioners, they never think there is anything wrong with fighting in groups, for them
It is appropriate for all the devils to be recognized, even if all the monks rushed to bully a female. Therefore, the lights of various colors in the sky were shining, and Mo Ziyan was surrounded by five top ten masters of the world.
Those magic weapons that were once famous in the world of cultivation appeared one after another. What awaited Mo Ziyan was not the question of death, but the question of whether death was painful or not. According to the practice of the monks,
For demon cultivators, they will destroy their bodies, break their souls, and prevent their six realms of reincarnation without exception. Only in this way can the number of demon cultivators be fundamentally reduced.
Of course, this is just their wishful thinking. Over the years, there have been only a handful of demon cultivators who have destroyed the Taoist practitioners, but the number of monks who have been killed by the demon cultivators has increased greatly. Wen Jian Zhenren's narrow eyes have been looking at his disciples.
Son, Ling Haoyu is his only personal disciple and a child he raised with himself. He will not tolerate Ling Haoyu giving up his own future for a female devil.
"Flame Rakshasa, even if your master Yan Demon is here, I'm afraid V Zi will sneer and said, "Mo Zi still has tears on her face. She doesn't care about these masters who claim to be righteous. She only cares about that man.
, She came and thought of the result today, and never planned to regret it. She just wanted to ask him to be excited. She knew that this was stupid and knew that this would be lifeless, but for someone who loved him to the core
What is the difference between losing him and dying?
"Come on the fight if you want, don't be too slap. Ling Haoyu's life is mine. It depends on whether you have the ability to protect him." As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Ziyan disappeared into the air instantly, but around her
The temperature rose rapidly. In a short while, everyone's eyes were distorted, as if they were next to a burning fire.
"Hmph, the calves and insects skill." A Taoist dressed in a long bearded man sneered, waved his hand, and a blue magic weapon in the air instantly became larger. With a "saut" dragon roar, a scale with a light blue shimmering scale
A colored four-clawed dragon appeared in the air, and the "squeak" water flow turned into nectar in the sky and poured down, and the temperature began to drop rapidly.
"Well~!" The long-bearded Taoist shouted loudly, and a water ball with a diameter of one meter was shot out from Feilong's mouth. The "Qiu" hit the upper left corner, with a "boom",
The water ball was blown into drizzling raindrops, and the splashes of sparks flew out, and a fiery red figure appeared in the air holding a fiery red sword.
"No, that's the incarnation, Xiaoxin Demon~!" The previous Taoist nun shouted loudly, and said at that time, "sniffing", the sound of the sword energy cutting through the air, which stimulated some people's teeth to be sore,
On the altar, a fiery red sword suddenly appeared, and was about to pierce into Ling Haoyu's chest, "You shouldn't have come~!" Ling Haoyu almost gritted his teeth and said this.
With a "buzzing" sound, a golden light suddenly appeared, and the golden velvet suddenly lit up instantly. The real flame sword "ding" sound was blocked by the velvet. "Let's go~!" Ling Haoyu turned around and slapped Mo with a palm.
On Zi Yan's shoulder, a palm quickly stuck to the talisman. Mo Zi Yan smiled coldly and her figure began to retreat like a flying cannonball.
"Oh~!" Wen Jian Zhenren sighed in his heart. All the fellow Taoists present were not fools. Although the scene just now was very short, many people must have seen Ling Haoyu's hands and feet, this disciple~!
"Don't let the female devil run away~!" The Taoist nun couldn't hold her face anymore. Those of them who jumped out to destroy the demons were not the identity of the head or elder in the Seven Dao Sect. If the demons were allowed to be in full view of the public, they would not be the identity of the head or elder of the Seven Dao Sect.
If you run away, you will be laughed at. [Ye*zi] [You*you]
However, as the talisman of the Sword Sect, all the effects of the talisman of the Sword Sect are not about how much blessing, but teleporting hundreds of miles under a short rapid flight. So, after the Taoist nun shouted,
A magic weapon chased through it at the same time, but both of them lost their targets at the same time.
Just as everyone was looking at each other, a fiery red figure flew back from a distance again. The Taoist aunt's eyes lit up and she took the lead in sacrificing the magic weapon in her hand, "Ling Haoyu, I will not let you be the leader of this sect as you wish, you will let me down,
I want you to die~!" Mo Ziyan's face was slightly red, and the flame Luosha would not shed a tear. Even if she died, she would die in front of Ling Haoyu. She wanted to make him feel guilty.
She made him unable to live in peace in this life, and she wanted him to never forget himself.
In this case, death is worth it. With a "bang", the defensive light shield arranged by the magic weapons of several masters was instantly penetrated by a blood-red shuttle, and the fiery red figure flew with a "Autumn" sound
In the past, the masters' hearts were stuttering and they took back their beloved magic weapons. However, their magic weapons were not ordinary things, but they only slightly damaged their vitality and did not hurt the root cause.
"Scarlet Cloud Shuttle..." Someone insider was surprised to breathe. Not only were the masters in the air showing a sad face, but even the low-level monks underneath were in a safe range.
He looked at his master elders in horror. This magic weapon was the best magic weapon when the blood demons were raging back then. There was almost no magic weapon of a cultivator to compete with it.
If Mo Ziyan's skills were not enough, then the magic weapons of those masters just now would not be as simple as damaging their vitality. "Female devil, don't hurt my disciple~!" Wen Jian Zhenren would come out even if he was calm.
No, this woman has faced the Sword Sect directly and challenged the authority of the Taoist sect alone. No matter what Ling Haoyu thought, the murderous intent of Wen Jian Zhenren had already emerged.
Ling Haoyu's heart suddenly grabbed him. He knew his master's strength. As one of the top ten masters, Wen Jian Zhenren is actually the well-deserved first person to practice Taoism. In a few months, he will be the first to ascend to the world in recent hundreds of years.
The master took action, even if Zi Yan had a scarlet cloud shuttle, it would be useless. This was a complete suppression of strength, and the magic weapon was no longer enough to make up for the huge gap in cultivation.
The sword energy of "Qiuqiu" flew out from Wen Jian Zhenren's body. A three-inch sword that was green like a beautiful jade slowly swallowed it out of the old Taoist's mouth, "brushing",
The sky was full of sharp swords. The sword energy that was swaying and burst out everywhere. The abused air kept wailing. The peak was silent. Even the masters looked at this in shock.
The extraordinary Xiao sword.
"I asked myself about Tianxiao, I can walk with my sword in my hand~!" "This is the question of Tianjian, my god~!" As the treasure of the Sword Sect, the only immortal weapon in the cultivation world finally revealed its
Originally, this peerless weapon that has only been worshipped on the temple for hundreds of years is finally about to show its majesty.
Unlike Mo Ziyan who used the scarlet cloud shuttle, the true energy on the sword Taoist had turned into immortal energy. He was using the strength of a quasi-immortal. For Mo Ziyan, it was like a master of killing people.
The special forces were about to attack the weak ordinary woman.
The three-inch Xiao sword turned into a three-foot long sword. The scattered light and the aura of the sword made the masters present tremble. Their beloved magic weapons were shaking in front of this sword.
None of them, everyone put away their magic weapons almost at the same time. In the face of these two peerless magic weapons, it is better not to continue to be a green leaf.
"If you choose to give up now, I can let your soul go." Wen Jian Zhenren did this inconsistent with the usual policies of the cultivators, but now he has already overwhelmed the entire cultivator world with his absolute strength. Everyone
Only by quietly muttering in my heart, no one dared to reveal it, and even the heads of several Dao Sects did not.
"A person who is unfaithful is not to be jealous of death~!" Two cold lights flashed in Mo Ziyan's eyes, and the flame sword in her hand was raised, and the cloud shuttle floating in the air kept turning around, ready to prepare.
"No~!" Ling Haoyu shouted, soared into the air, grabbing Mo Ziyan's wrist, "Are you finally willing to come out?" Mo Ziyan asked coldly, but in her
There was still unconcealed joy on his face.
"Don't make trouble anymore, please leave quickly, I beg the master to let you go." Ling Haoyu said anxiously, "If you follow me, I will leave. If you don't leave, I will die here and never leave." Mo Ziyan
She is a stubborn woman, she can compromise on anything, but only Ling Haoyu can't.
Wen Jian Zhenren's face gradually became gloomy, with long beards without wind automatically, and murderous aura instantly enveloped the entire sky. Everyone present felt a sank in their hearts, and a sense of fear without any source began to arise in their hearts.
"Master, let her go, I will bear all the sins." Ling Haoyu knelt in the air. Only by begging the master, Zi Yan could survive. Otherwise, even if she was not afraid of death, she would never be born.
The end.
"Bastard~!" Wen Jian Zhenren shouted, Wen Tian Jian shot over with a "swoosh". Mo Ziyan met his Fiery Sword without showing any weakness. At the same time, the scarlet cloud shuttle also hit him.
Go out, the cloud shuttle was extremely fast, and first collided with the Wentian Sword. In an instant, all the colors disappeared in everyone's eyes. All you could see were green and fiery red, and the sky was covered with this