View the script of life, I missed the future empress

Elder Han turned his head to look at Lin Pingan, and a terrifying coercion emanated from all over his body, pressing the latter's body to a creak.

He smiled slightly, then swept his gaze around Lin Pingan's body, and said lightly: "With the late cultivation of Jindan, he was able to force Prince Yuanzhen to the point of a life and death crisis, even if he has lived for hundreds of years, he has never seen it." When

Lin Pingan heard Elder Han's praise, there was no look of joy on his face, but instead he was trying to communicate the two flying magic swords and let them return to his hands.

But even so, Lin Ping knew in his peace that if Elder Han, who had transformed into a god cultivator, made a move, he would probably be dead or alive.

But even if he died ten times without life, Lin Pingan was ready to bite a piece of flesh on someone else's body.

"It's not easy for me to pity a genius like you, now you tie your hands and feet, and join me into the Great Tang royal family as a slave, and you will save your life." Elder Han touched his beard and said with a faint smile.

For slavery?

Lin Pingan was unwilling to die even if he died, and injected all the ten thousand fairy spirit stones in the storage ring into the Soul Devouring Heavenly Sword in one breath.

Wei Chitian received a large number of immortal aura blessings, the halberd in his hand pointed forward, and the 100,000 ghost army behind him instantly appeared, and the momentum was monstrous!

Wei Chitian said coldly: "Boy, quickly take the young lady away, leave this place to me!"

He spoke with determination, clearly ready to die.

If it was in his heyday, Wei Chitian still had the confidence to fight, but now that he had become a ghost cultivator, everyone's strength had dropped greatly, and he would definitely not be the opponent of the Avatar God cultivator.

What's more, Han Lao is a Huashen from the Great Tang Royal Family, and his strength in the Avatar is not ordinary.

Seeing the 100,000 ghost army that appeared out of thin air, Elder Han raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously a little surprised.

"Great Tang Vanguard Army? Unexpectedly, you actually accepted them, is this your hole card?

"But if you want to rely on a group of ghosts, you want to defeat the old man, it's still too simple."

After speaking, Elder Han stretched out his right hand and slapped it sharply at Wei Chitian!

A violent and fierce fairy aura gushed out, and there was also an aura that made Lin Pingan feel familiar, the same as the golden dragon when Liang Zonghe was resurrected that day.

Incense smell!

Above Wei Chitian's head, a huge golden handprint appeared, which was so large that it directly covered the 100,000-strong army, shrouding them all in shadows.

Then it fell with a bang, and the 100,000-strong army, including Wei Chitian, was crushed to the ground, unable to move.

"Hehe, what is the god of transformation, if you don't touch this level, you are all mortal ants." Elder Han stroked his beard with his left hand and smiled, his expression light.

The 100,000-strong army was subdued by one move, and Lin Pingan gasped in his mouth, the strength of this god-transforming powerhouse was too terrifying!

It's much stronger than the Yuan Infant Cultivator!

Lin Ping was relieved and began to communicate with the white-clothed sword immortal in the Soul Devouring Heavenly Sword, "Senior! Help me! The

white-clothed sword immortal opened his eyes and said lightly: "Three swords!"

Lin Pingan was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, he lost control of his body, and the next moment, Lin Pingan's body suddenly burst out with a strong momentum, and then stretched out the clothes of his whole body.

Then, with a grip on the left and right hands, the Dragon Scale Heavenly Battle Sword and the Soul Devouring Heavenly Sword that had originally lost their spirituality instantly turned into two white lights, one black and one white, and returned to the palm.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Pingan's two swords pointed up and down at Elder Han.

"One sword opens the world!"

The two swords flew towards Han Lao at the same time, flying all the way, and even the earth was cut by the powerful sword qi, revealing pitch-black dirt!

Both swords collided with the large golden mudra at the same time.

The latter was immediately cut in half from the middle finger, turning into golden aura that escaped between heaven and earth.

"So strong!" Soul Lin Pingan looked shocked, but he didn't expect that the white-clothed sword immortal would break through the palm that Elder Han waved!

Wei Chitian was also stunned in place, and then immediately thought that it should be the one in the Soul Devouring Heavenly Sword who made a move.

"How is this possible?" Li Yuanzhen saw Lin Pingan break through Elder Han's handprint with a sword, and his eyes widened, "How can this kid break Elder Han's attack!"

"There are quirks!" Elder Han also showed a surprised look on his face when he saw that the palm print was broken, "Then I want to see where your limit is!" "

The golden dragon captures the heavenly claw, holding the heaven and earth with one claw!"

As soon as Old Han's words fell, a huge golden dragon claw print appeared in the sky again, this paw print was dozens of times larger than Li Yuanzhen's arrival, and the momentum was even more terrifying, and as soon as it appeared, even the surrounding air had the tendency to solidify.

Lin Pingan was far away, and he felt the tingling pain brought by the golden dragon's heavenly claw on his skin, which made him so scared that he couldn't help but want to retreat.

"Two swords, life and death!" The white-clothed sword fairy raised his eyebrows, and the two swords that broke the big palm print immediately turned around and turned into streamers and shot towards Elder Han's neck!

With this move, the white-clothed sword immortal was not even subject to a counterattack!

Lin Pingan was stunned, and quickly said, "Senior!" The

white-clothed sword immortal said lightly: "If you can't put life and death aside, you can't talk about defeating the strong with weakness!"

"Hmph, boy, the body of the god of transformation is not something you can break if you want to!" Elder Han snorted coldly, stretched out four fingers in his left hand, and wanted to repeat the old trick, respectively clamping down the Soul Devouring Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Scale Heavenly Battle Sword!

But just as he pinched the two swords between his fingers, the white-clothed sword fairy moved!

"Three swords, divide yin and yang!"

The two long swords that were pinned down, suddenly the sword body emitted a violent hum, and then shook violently, like a swimming dragon, shooting towards Elder Han's neck!

"Ugh!" Elder Han let out a scream, and four pillars of blood shot out from his palm, which turned out to be his fingers, which were cut off by Lin Pingan!

Elder Han faced the two oncoming swords, and the fear of death actually arose in his heart!

He, a Avatar God cultivator, was actually forced to a life and death crisis by a Jindan cultivator!

Li Yuanzhen looked at the terrified look on Han Lao's face, his mouth opened wide, and the whole person was stunned in place, unable to speak, "How is this possible!" The

next second, a pop came.

Elder Han's body was directly penetrated by two long swords, and bright red blood suddenly scattered out.

Then Old Han's whole person retreated sharply, and he also fell towards the ground!

Lin Pingan's heart was ecstatic!

But at the same time, his heart palpitated, and when he looked up, the golden dragon claw had fallen on top of his head, and the next moment he was going to catch him into meat mud!

Lin Pingan immediately threw out his fists upwards!

Bull Demon Top Horn!

He wanted to block the closing momentum of this claw, but it had no effect, and in an instant, Lin Ping's body began to creak, like the last scream before the porcelain shattered.

And at this moment, Lin Pingan saw a plum blossom floating in the distance, and then a red glow broke through the air, covering his body, and there was a gust of wind in his ears, followed by a familiar aromatic smell pouring into the tip of his nose.