Don't bother cultivating immortals!The female supporting role changed against the sky

Yuan Xi's figure flashed, holding a sword in his left and right hands at the same time, blocking Yuan Wang's face.

Yuan Wang glanced over the Shuiyue Jinghua in Yuan Xi's hand, and the smile on his face looked a little gloomy for a moment.

I haven't seen him for two years. Yuan Xi's cultivation base has reached the middle stage of Golden Core from the early stage of Golden Core, and the progress is not slow.

But in front of Yuan Wang, the monk of Yuan Ying, he was still vulnerable to a single blow.

"This time, I will definitely finish you, so as not to cause another disaster!"

Yuan Wang spoke sullenly, his eyes were cold and devoid of emotion, and a strong killing intent suddenly burst out from his whole body.

Before he could speak, the scene changed suddenly.

Lin Qi watched the animal pattern flow on the purple round box, as if it was about to come alive.

A majestic and terrifying power was hidden on the coffin, and life gradually emerged.

The purple cloud falcons connected end to end flapped their wings, their eyes flashed with spiritual brilliance, as if struggling, as if calling, struggling to rush out of the coffin.

Lin Qi felt a pain in his hand and couldn't help but look down.

Hemei's hand tightly grabbed her wrist, and the sharp nails pierced her skin due to excessive force.

She could only hear her muttering in a low voice, "It's alive, these animal patterns are alive, and the formation has been fully activated!"

Lin Qi immediately realized something, grabbed her hand and asked, "Formation? How do we break this formation?"

While the two of them were talking, two purple cloud falcon beast patterns had already broken free from the coffin, flapping their wings in the air and attacking Yuan Wang bravely and fearlessly.

The black long sword in Yuan Wang's hand overflowed with evil spirit, piercing through the air and hitting Yuan Xi's face directly.

Even with Shuiyue Jinghua, Yuan Xi couldn't stop her cultivation base.

The sword energy enough to tear through the void fell down, and before it approached, a bloody seam opened on Yuanxi's face.

Yuan Wang curled his lips into a smile, full of evil spirits, his eyes were cold, and he controlled the sword in his hand to forcefully go down.

The sword energy is as low as Mount Tai, as heavy as a thousand jun, and as if a long rainbow pierces the sun, its sharpness is unmatched and unstoppable.

This sword is enough to take Yuan Xi's life!

The demon emperor Zimo was fighting with another evil cultivator and a master in white, and no one could separate himself to help.

Lin Qi's hand holding the sword tightened, subconsciously wanting to summon Jin Jun, but suddenly stopped when he reached his mouth.

A Purple Cloud Falcon descended from the sky at an extremely fast speed, hitting Yuan Wang's hand in the blink of an eye.

Hei Jian's sword spirit trembled, and his spirit lost three points.

Another purple cloud falcon struck, twisting and neighing around the sword body, and its figure gradually faded.

Yuan Xi was also able to break free from his coercive shackles.

The cold light washed away from the Water Moon Sword, and the Mirror Flower Sword flew out with a hook like a moon.

The two swords drew water mist all the way, and the cold air rose, spreading around in a blink of an eye.

Yuan Wang didn't care about Yuan Xi's attack at first, until Ziyun Falcon flew out of the purple round coffin one after another, hardly giving him a chance to catch his breath.

To deal with these Ziyun Falcons, they were already at their wits' end. Yuanwang made a slight mistake, and Shuiyue Jinghua attacked him hand in hand, leaving a wound on his body.

Small wounds are insignificant to a Nascent Soul cultivator.

It's just that the chill spread from the wound, piercing into the blood and meridians like tiny snakes.

Yuan Wang vaguely sensed something was wrong.

After all, he was also a member of the Yuan family, so he naturally knew the disadvantages of the Yuan family's techniques.

The spiritual energy at Yuanying's place surged like a sea, and a blood-colored palm was condensed invisibly, almost as wide as three Yuanxi.

Yuan Xi swung his sword with both hands, and two cold air water dragons swept out, carrying huge waves.

The battlefield was in chaos.

Jiujiu's 81 purple cloud falcons all came out of the purple round box and attacked everyone present indiscriminately.

Even Lin Qihe and Mei were not spared.

Each of these purple cloud falcons has a mid-Gold Core cultivation base, indestructible and fierce.

Swords can't kill, knives can't kill, even if they can't kill people, they can grind people to death alive.

He Meixiu was not high, hiding behind Lin Qi, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of these Ziyun Falcon dark patterns actively bypassing Yuan Xi and attacking Yuan Wang, showing doubts on his face.

She asked softly, "Do you know that female nun in blue? I always feel familiar."

Lin Qi was already at a loss when dealing with Ziyun Falcon, so she could only spare her time to answer her question, "...I know, what do you ask her for?"

"I'm just a little confused..." Hemei said softly.

It happened that a Purple Cloud Falcon was knocked into the air by Lin Qi with all her strength, she turned her head and asked, "I didn't hear what you just said clearly!"

"It's nothing, you concentrate on defending against the enemy, and I'll help you!" Hemei also knew that now was not the time to gossip.

If Lin Qi couldn't stop these Ziyun Falcons, both of them might die here today.

At this time, the center of the chaotic battlefield is full of crises.

In this narrow space, the three Nascent Soul cultivators fought each other, and they could almost move mountains and fill the sea. The powerful force had already flattened half of the buildings.

The purple round box coffin was originally shiny and bright, full of aura.

But after the purple cloud falcons flew out, they became more and more dim and colorless, and they looked no different from ordinary wood.

None of the people involved in the scuffle noticed.

Or maybe they noticed it, but they really couldn't take it into account, and didn't dare to be the early bird.

While dealing with Ziyun Falcon, Lin Qi took time to pay attention to the two battlefields ahead.

The fighting speed of Zhenjun in white was so fast and the aura was so earth-shattering that Lin Qi couldn't even see the battle situation clearly.

On the contrary, the battlefield between Yuan Xi and Yuan Wang has become one-sided.

No matter how powerful Yuan Xi was, no matter how Ziyun Falcon helped him, he still couldn't fight against Yuan Wang, the Yuan Ying monk.

When Lin Qi looked over again, Yuan Xi's two swords crossed to resist Yuan Wang's sword, and the strength of the two sides was not equal.

Yuan Xi was forced to retreat all the way, and hit hard on the purple round coffin.

Visible to the naked eye, there was a gap in the coffin.

It was also at this time that Lin Qi realized that Ziyun Falcon's offensive was a little weaker.

These purple cloud falcons are born on the basis of purple coffins, and it is very likely that their power comes from the coffins.

The coffins were damaged, and their power was instantly weakened.

Apparently, Yuan Wang was also aware of this fact.

He immediately changed his combat method, attacking Yuan Xi openly, and all the sword energy in the dark fell on the purple coffin.

Yuan Xi also guessed his purpose, but unfortunately, his strength was not enough and he was restricted after all.

Facing Yuan Wang who was going all out, she could only defend, without even a chance to fight back.

One, two, three...

There are countless cracks on the purple coffin.

The demon emperor Zimo, who was far away in the center of the battlefield, noticed all this, his face showed a bit of ferocity, and his killing intent almost turned into substance.

It was another blow, and the coffin behind Yuan Xi had countless cracks.

With a soft click, the coffin collapsed instantly.

Seeing that Yuan Xi was about to fall into the demon emperor's coffin, Lin Qi was so anxious that she couldn't bear it any longer. Yu Jian shot straight into the air, and the small wooden sword came out from her back in response.

The wooden sword traveled through the void like thunder and lightning, blocking Yuan Wang in the blink of an eye.

The tip of the black long sword collided with the wooden sword. Whether it was the quality of the sword or the cultivation level of the swordsman, the former was far superior to the latter.