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

Chapter 411 Master Returns
These people are also excellent disciples trained by Bihai Pavilion.

Seeing this scene, outsiders just sighed, but the monks in Bihai Pavilion were ashen-faced.

Among these disciples, one happened to be the grandson of Venerable Fu Cang.

Back then, Venerable Fu Cang's beloved disciple almost lost his temper because of this incident, and he also developed a heart demon afterwards, and he did not want to accept any more disciples.

And these years have been looking for evidence of that year.

Fu Cang actually didn't believe it was Xi He's child who did it.

Seeing all the things He Yuan has done now, what else do you not understand?
Thinking of his slumped disciple, for a moment he wanted to just turn around and leave, leaving He Yuan to embarrass himself here, and to settle the score with him when he returned to the sect.

But in the end it was the honor of the sect that prevailed, Venerable Fu Cang endured his anger and stood where he was, wanting to help secretly.

The ice mist bubble changed rapidly, and Venerable He Yuan's aura changed from peaceful to violent and vicious.

The dissatisfaction that had been hidden in his heart these years was drawn out by Ice Mist Bubbles, and he exuded an aura of rage.

Mania, gloom, and murderous intent enveloped He Yuan.

His complexion was cloudy and uncertain, changing rapidly, and there were traces of redness in his eyes.

When Lin Qi wanted to quietly use the third ice mist bubble, Venerable He Yuan had already been overwhelmed by violent emotions.

His consciousness is intertwined in clarity and chaos.

After he realized that he was drawn into the illusion by external force, Venerable He Yuan was furious.

Raising his hand to explode two layers of ice mist bubbles, the killing intent on his body was almost solidified.

The evil spirit soared to the sky, blowing towards the face, making the oppressed person breathless.

These killing intents were undoubtedly aimed at Lin Qi.

People trapped in ice fog bubbles will retain all their memories.

Lin Qi had already verified it on Yuan Ye.

So she didn't doubt Venerable He Yuan's determination to tear her into ten thousand pieces.

Lin Qi ran towards Venerable Jin An without saying a word, but unfortunately she couldn't be faster than Venerable He Yuan.

The moment the ice fog bubble shattered, Venerable He Yuan realized what had happened, and he just wanted to kill Lin Qi first to vent his anger.

Uncompromising means!

His cultivation rose from the middle stage of Nascent Soul to Mahayana in an instant, and he clapped his four fingers together towards the void.

The phantoms of the five cranes had different postures, they flapped their wings and let out a long cry, appearing around Lin Qi, blocking her way out.

The invisible sword energy has already condensed, shuttling around Lin Qi, the sharp edge has already fought with the cold energy released by Lin Qi.

Venerable He Yuan didn't get close to Lin Qi this time, he hung above the void, standing neither far nor near.

The palm was concentrated, and a slender sword with a crane cloud pattern hung in the palm.

The sword energy was almost condensed into substance, shuttled around the sword body, exuding a terrifying aura.

Venerable Jin'an shrank his pupils, subconsciously drew his sword and rushed forward to block it.

It's a pity that because of Lin Qi's challenge, there are only Venerable He Yuan and Lin Qi within a radius of ten miles.

For the Mahayana venerables, ten miles is only a few breaths, but it is these few breaths that can already determine life and death.

Venerable He Yuan moved his fingertips slightly, and the slender crane cloud pattern sword had been unsheathed, carrying the momentum of tearing the sky.

There are thunder rolling faintly all around, and the golden evil is surging.

The long sword pierced through the void like an unsheathed arrow, with a cold light trailing from its tail.

A huge crane figure spread its wings in front of Lin Qi, with its wings spread lightly, countless hurricanes rose from the ground, connecting the sky and the earth.

The sky changed suddenly, the dark wind howled, the sword energy raged, and this territory was filled with killing energy.

Opening and closing the eyes, the crane has already arrived in front of him.

Hidden under the phantom is a long sword with a cold light.

Lin Qi was trapped by the five phantoms, and she was powerless to resist the terrifying suppression brought about by her Mahayana cultivation.

The golden core is empty, and the body is extremely tired, and it is impossible to break free.

He could only watch helplessly as the tip of the cold light sword enlarged in his eyes.

Lin Qi's whole body was wrapped in blood-red murderous intent, and death came as expected.

Venerable He Yuan seemed to have seen the scene of the crane sword piercing her head, and a stern smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

However, the smile was only halfway through, and suddenly froze.

A huge black and white Taiji diagram suddenly appeared on the ground.

A soft and strong force shuttled around invisible, and spread to the entire Tiandiduxianquan area in a blink of an eye.

In front of the Crane Sword, a rotating palm-sized black and white Liangyi pattern also appeared.

Like an extremely powerful defensive enchantment, it expands countless times during rotation.

It was also like a black and white wall, standing firmly in front of Lin Qi, as solid as a mountain.

The crane sword arrived at the center of the Taiji Liangyi diagram, and the sword energy intertwined and collided with the black and white aura.

The incomparably sharp sword energy was devoured inch by inch, and even entangled by black and white energy.

The attack and aura on the sword body were dispelled bit by bit.

Lin Qi looked at the black and white Liangyi diagram in front of her in surprise, and there was a faint familiarity in it, as if it was in the same vein as the Taiji Liangyi sword she practiced.

But the purity of this breath, the softness contained in it, the nature and the breath of all things, are extremely profound.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would almost have thought that this Taiji Liangyi wall had been integrated into everything.

With the detection of spiritual consciousness, there is no sense of existence at all.

Those who can reach this level must be Mahayana practitioners.

Who is secretly helping her? !

Lin Qi looked up and quickly looked around, but found no stranger.

On the contrary, Venerable Jin'an in the distance has already charged forward with a sword.

The sword in Venerable Heyuan's hand was still entangled by the Taiji Liangyi diagram, so he had to raise his arms to resist.

The long sword fell, and a wave of air swayed from the arm.

The surrounding mountains and rivers exploded in an instant, and a hundred miles around were almost razed to the ground by the impact of the air waves.

As a Mahayana monk, Venerable He Yuan is one level higher than Venerable Jin An.

He thought that relying on his own strength, he would not be afraid to block this sword.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when the spiritual energy around him was frantically drawn, the movement of the Nascent Soul in his body suddenly stagnated.

His complexion turned blue, his aura was disordered, and it hit the meridians and heart, not only failed to condense into a move, but was cut off by Venerable Jin'an with a sword.

"puff!"

Venerable He Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, his arm fell with his sleeve, and the bright red blood splashed out.

The body fell hard to the ground, smashing a huge hole.

Venerable Jin'an was holding a blood-stained long sword, and his face was also dull for a moment.

Mahayana cultivation base, half level is the natural moat.

She thought it was a great thing that her sword could stop Venerable He Yuan, but she didn't expect to be able to cut off an arm of Venerable He Yuan.

It was unexpected.

At this time, in front of Lin Qi, the crane sword hanging in the air was blocked by the black and white Liangyi figure.

A woman in a flowing black robe hung cross-legged.

Her appearance seemed to freeze the world at that moment.

The passage of time and space seems to be blocked.

Lin Qi continued to lie on the ground, her eyes following the woman.

She saw Venerable He Yuan's crane sword being pinched in her hand and tossing it casually.

The sword shadow pierced through the void, as if cutting through the still world, ushering in the sound and the flow of time again.

　The master who came out after a long time.

　　Taiji Daojun was originally designed as an octogenarian, because this is more in line with ordinary people's cognition, but suddenly wanted to change his image, so he wrote it as a female cultivator with a vague age.

　　ps: Please take a leave of absence, go on a trip from August [-]th to [-]th, stop for three days.

　　
　
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