I, the villainous lady, will not die in the simulator Shura field

Not only did he not pray to the gods as usual when he entered the door, but he was also unwilling to call him "elder" when he spoke... Charles narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

Before he could speak, one of the elders under him scolded:

"Although Master Da Si Ming is a saint and communicates with the gods, he can't be so indulgent in his words and deeds on weekdays. Is the Great Elder what you can call him casually?"

"Where is Master Shao Si Ming? Without her, how can we hold the sacrificial ceremony?"

"Yes, yes, where is the sacrifice?"

Several other elders echoed.

Seeing this, Jiang Li looked calm, stretched out his long sleeves, pointed at the two elders who were dying in the corner, and answered very naturally:

"Young Commander is here with me. As for the sacrifice, isn't that where the sacrifice is?"

"Bold!"

The two huddled in the corner stared angrily and shouted loudly.

Obviously they were the ones who went to capture the sacrifice, so why are they the sacrifice now?Jiang Li got insane?Can't tell the truth?

"Don't be joking, it's better to hand over Lord Shao Siming as soon as possible."

The elders cheering on the side also dissuaded.

Jiang Li turned a blind eye to the actions of several people and said nothing.

The wind outside was stronger, and the wind was mixed with leaves and raindrops, beating the windows like crazy, like a drowned person trapped at the bottom of the water and eager to escape.

The hall was relatively quiet and speechless, only wisps of coldness spread under the soles of the feet.

... Chill?

Charles opened his eyes instantly, stretched his index finger straight, and swiped fiercely in the air. The space in front of him instantly shattered like a mirror, splitting into countless small spaces.

slam-la-

The space debris spread forward like ripples on the water surface, but stopped abruptly in front of Jiangli.

There is a fire, a gray fire that burns without roots, and burns along the space debris all the way, burning more and more vigorously, making the crackling sound of dead branches being ignited by flames.

The weird thing is,

It was clearly fire, but the place where the flames overflowed was covered with a layer of solid ice.

Psionics【Yafum Zha】

The Lord of the Ice Flame Polar Circle, the old ruler in the Cthulhu mythology.

Just by breaking the seal, the cold itself destroyed a powerful life in a continent.

Now, as the main body of Jiangli's psychic power, this withered power, this ancient cold that seems to emanate from the depths of the stars, has returned to the world.

Click and click.

The piercing chill almost froze the several elders standing aside.

The several elders looked at each other tremblingly, and joined forces to use all their psychic power to fight against the aftermath of the battle between the two seventh-level psychic users.

Due to the excessive cold in the body, the blood in the capillaries was difficult to pass through, and bruises formed on the skin, and itching and freezing numbness flooded into the body together.

Because the time to become a seventh-level psyker is still short, Jiang Li falls behind in the confrontation with Charles.

But she didn't chase him to death,

Instead, he turned around, his body retreated and flickered, he put his fingers on his chest and pinched a few times, a surge of spiritual energy condensed the gray fire into a sword, and hung it in the sky.

Then, drop.

Instead of rain, hail and ash fire fell from the sky like arrows when two armies are at war.

Seeing that the outside of Yun Pavilion is full of swords, and countless ice edges are criss-crossed. If ordinary people touch it a little, their whole body will be frozen and they will die suddenly.

In the empty and quiet darkness, this blue building looks particularly abrupt.

Jianyun Pavilion is built next to the lake, similar to the Saintess Pavilion, so the surrounding area is quiet and there are no people. The only buildings are the private residences of several elders.

Level [-] psykers naturally don't need any bodyguards, and they can ask the waiter to deliver anything they want.

So now there is no support.

In other words, even if someone arrives, they dare not support them.

Man-made people are indeed loyal, but seeing the saintess fighting with the elders, no matter what, they will probably still be confused for a long time.

After all, the saint represents the gods, and the elders also represent the gods.

There is a conflict between the messengers of the gods, and it seems that it is not convenient for them, the people, to intervene.

"boom--"

Suddenly there was a collision sound like a landslide, breaking the dim silence.

Countless members of the Divine Will Church who were busy with their own affairs raised their ears, raised their heads, and looked out of the window.

I don't know when, the rain stopped, and it was replaced by hail, but it has been a long time since there was no hail in the summer of Yuncheng?And what about the sky that shattered into pieces like a mirror?

A look of bewilderment flashed in the eyes of the congregation.

In the distance, on the horizon, see Yunge.

Under Jiang Li's trade-in-for-injury tactic that almost gave up defense, the elders' defense circle was crumbling.

An elder who attacked Hua Mian had been shattered into ice crystals.

The other is still struggling.

The other elders also saw that Jiang Li's main target was to deal with the two elders who were young commanders, and they thought about it, and they also roughly understood the reason why senior commanders went crazy, so they released water one after another, and put the pressure on the remaining one. The white-haired elder turned around.

Charles narrowed his eyes, seeing that the gracilaria had become level seven, he didn't speak.

Level seven...

That really qualified him to give up those two hopeless guys.

Thinking of this, the movements of his hands were also a little slower.

Charles was not worried that Jiang Li would make further progress after killing those two people. To be honest, the elders' defense circle would not collapse without two people.

Gracilaria is very strong, yes.

But Charles, who has been a seventh-level psyker for five or six years, is stronger.

However, although he is stronger, he is not specialized in fighting. He can suppress Jiangli, but it is really difficult to kill Jiangli—so Charles has no intention of completely tearing his face.

Also, how did Jiang Gracilaria break through level seven?

Charles stared blankly.

In a trance, there were knives, fires, explosions, and the sound of ice crystals cracking.

There is a saying that goes well—practice makes perfect.

So as the battle progressed, Jiang Li's manipulation of the psionic energy in his body became more and more manipulative.

Behind him was the dark woods and corridors, in front of him was Jianyun Pavilion, and in front of him was the lake with a surface as smooth as a mirror. Jiangli stood up straight with lowered eyes, stepping on black boots and tapping lightly on the floor.

Da da da.

While the Taoist robe was swaying, the gray flames rose and fell like sea waves.

The white-haired witch pinched the spell with her fingers, and the angry wave seemed to have a backbone. It roared and showed its minions, and slapped the lone boat in the middle of the gray sea—this is her way of assisting the activation of psionic energy, and it has not yet become a seventh-level spiritual power. Gracilaria has this habit when it is capable.

The lonely boat nearly capsized, and under the pressure of life and death, several elders made a decision unanimously:

"Elder Xu, I'm sorry."

"A dead fellow Daoist is not a poor daoist, I will remember your contribution later."

The person standing behind Elder Xu spoke righteously, stretched his legs and kicked his feet, and kicked him on the buttocks, kicking him off balance, and staggered out of the boat.

In a state of high concentration, Elder Xu was completely unprepared for the attack from behind.

A biting chill enveloped Elder Xu.

He turned his head and saw the hypocrisy of the elders.

The gray fire had already entangled his limbs. After witnessing the death of another person, Elder Xu also understood that he couldn't get rid of the entanglement of the fire.

lot, lot...

Elder Xu was breathing rapidly, but the low temperature had almost caused the organs in his body to stop working, and he had already entered the end.

Death is now only a matter of time.

So he turned back abruptly, his eyes were dark and resentful, and he cursed the elders who betrayed him:

"If you betray me now, you will come down to accompany me sooner or later! How long do you think you can survive!"

He took a deep breath and turned his head to continue talking.

But at this time, a huge wave rolled over and shot him into the middle of the sea of ​​flames in an instant. During the extreme cold, he could no longer speak.

Seeing that the two were dead, Charles lowered his eyes, reached out and moved the space to grab the elders a little further:

"My lord, you should have vented enough."

"Those two people are already dead. They died under your psychic power. It doesn't make sense for you to pursue the others. Why don't you stop here?"

Charles lowered his eyes, as if making a real concession.

"It's so clean that the Great Elder took himself out of it."

Jiang Li raised his head and said softly.

The gray sea of ​​flames continuously surged around her, and there was a sea of ​​flames around Jianyun Pavilion, only the collapsed attic stood tall like a lighthouse.

The sea of ​​flames beat against the attic, like sea waves beating against the attic, making the sound of the tide.

Charles pulled his face down little by little.

His gray hair was neatly combed, and the serious expression on his old face looked a little scary.

"So, Master Commander, are you really determined to fight me?"

he asked calmly.

"Well," Jiang Li nodded, "I want to try how strong the Great Elder's spiritual power is."

Charles narrowed his eyes slightly, but soon stretched them out. He stood up, stretched out his hand, opened the word, and said with a smile:

"As you said, I also want to test your fineness."

"If you are not good enough, then I can only wrong you and die."

Charles bowed his head and smiled.

............

......

The sky is shattering, the flames are flickering.

It's wind and rain again.

Under the restrained spellcasting of the two seventh-level psykers, the surroundings of Jianyun Pavilion had already been turned into a forbidden area.

No one can stand safely under such terrifying pressure. This is the instinctive fear of life towards almost higher life. Moreover, apart from the pressure, the severe cold and dazzling light here are not suitable for human survival.

So it is normal and reasonable that there are no onlookers in this battle.

In the forbidden land, there is a piece of pure land.

In the pure land there are bystanders.

A burly man in black robe stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance at this moment, the biting cold current dissipated one after another as he approached him, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

The man was dressed in a black robe, the hem of which just reached his knees, and a powerful hand was embroidered on the expensive silk shirt, holding a lightning bolt in his hand, giving him a sense of power—this was the logo of the Lost Light Arms Company.

Unlike ordinary animal images, Misty Light's symbol is a hand forging weapons.

It symbolizes strife, turmoil, and protection.

Liu Qingyu stood quietly behind her, watching the battle on the sky, the frozen lake in the distance, and the irregularly distorted sky as the background board.

The purple-haired girl didn't speak, but silently clenched her fists.

After a long time, she sighed weakly.