One after another, figures appeared in the sky several miles away from Wanren Cliff. There were men and women, wearing different clothes, but they all exuded a frightening and powerful aura.
Lin Zhiyun, Liu Qiqi, Zheng Yueting, Shen Xiaowan, Zheng Qiyuan.
All of them are the most powerful saints in the world!
"Is this the Wanren Cliff that Ling'er mentioned?"
Lin Zhiyun, who is located in the center, is graceful and graceful, with a fluttering blue skirt. She looks like the mysterious goddess of the Nine Heavens or the fairy of the Moon Palace. "The two villains who kidnapped His Majesty are here?"
In the past three years, she has greatly improved her control over her charming spirit body and has reached the point where she can control it freely. She always tries her best to suppress the charming power in her body to prevent herself from attracting too much attention.
However, the master of Piaohua Palace is naturally beautiful and has peerless appearance. After getting married, he has been nourished by love. He has become less pure and cold and more charming. Wherever he goes, not to mention men. , even women often look sideways, feeling admiration and envy involuntarily.
"Master, these two people are not simple."
Liu Qiqi reminded her sternly from the side, "If you fight alone, your strength is probably higher than mine."
"Can't even deal with you?"
Lin Zhiyun's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, "There is such a master in the world?"
"If this were not the case, Senior Sister would not be injured."
Liu Qiqi's eyes flashed with a hint of unwillingness, but she still nodded candidly.
It should be noted that among the disciples of Piaohua Palace, Nangong Ling may not be the strongest, but he is definitely one of the most difficult to deal with.
Her agile and treacherous fighting style and ever-changing illusions can often easily manipulate her opponents.
Many times, the opponent was defeated and died without even seeing her true self. When she went to the underworld to meet the King of Hell, she didn't know who to complain to, and her death was unjust.
"Ling'er is injured?"
Lin Zhiyun's expression changed and she asked anxiously, "Qiqi, why didn't you tell me?"
"Yes, it's the senior sister who won't let me talk."
Liu Qiqi's expression was stagnant, she lowered her head and mumbled, "She asked Xiaowan and I to keep it a secret for the time being."
"This kid."
A hint of anger flashed in Lin Zhiyun's eyes, as if she was a little displeased. Her eyes fell on Liu Qiqi's pretty, apologetic face. She had words of reprimand on her lips, but she didn't say them out. She just sighed, "I always like it." How can I, the master, handle myself when I have to shoulder everything on myself?"
"Master, don't blame yourself."
Zheng Yueting comforted her softly from the side, "Senior Sister is wise and spiritual, so she must have her own considerations. Besides, didn't she write a letter asking for help? It shows that she still relies on you very much."
"Tingting, thank you." Lin Zhiyun's expression widened slightly, and her eyes softened a little unconsciously, "I just feel sorry for this girl Ling'er. We have gone through such hard days together, and what can I say about her ability? Don’t you know?”
Even though they are both married to Zhong Wen, the two girls still refer to each other as master and disciple, and they have not turned into affectionate terms such as sister and sister.
First, it was because of embarrassment.
Secondly, it's because of embarrassment.
"Let's go in quickly and save the emperor's sister!"
Shen Xiaowan on the side was completely unaware of her master's sentimentality. She just kept stroking the Haotian Hammer, her big and delicate eyes full of eagerness to try.
Ever since she was teased by the bald man that day, she had been obsessed with regaining her place.
On the way here, she had already imagined countless times in her mind the enjoyable scene of smashing the bald man into a pulp with a sledgehammer.
"You girl, you are still so impatient and you are not making any progress...who are you?"
In the middle of Lin Zhiyun's words, her eyes suddenly turned sharp, she turned back and looked straight at somewhere in the sky, and shouted softly.
"What a master of Piaohua Palace, he truly deserves his reputation."
In the sky, an exquisite Dharma wheel with two layers, inner and outer, red and white, suddenly appeared. It slowly rotated clockwise, and the surface emitted a dazzling light. Then, a bald man came out of it, and spoke in his mouth. He let out a hearty laugh, "I was so careful to hide it, but you still discovered it."
Facing Lin Zhiyun and other big shots, the bald man was actually calm and calm, spoke freely, and acted completely without restraint. His cultivation had obviously reached the level of a saint.
However, the clothes he was wearing were shabby and tattered, with a dirty towel draped over his shoulders. He didn't look like a top boss at all, but more like a waiter in a hotel or teahouse.
This strange-looking bald man is naturally Wang Lun, the waiter at the tea shop who was seized by the top tycoon in ancient times, Chakravartin.
"Master, it's him!"
However, the moment she saw this bald man, Shen Xiaowan's eyes lit up and she couldn't help shouting, "He was the one who kidnapped the emperor's sister!"
"Ling'er never disappoints in his work."
Lin Zhiyun's eyes flashed, and she said something faintly. A vast, yet gentle and powerful aura emanated from her body, covering an area of several miles in an instant.
Being enveloped by this aura, Wang Lun felt an unparalleled coldness coming in. Instead of shivering from the cold, he felt warm all over. He couldn't bring up the interest in fighting at all and just wanted to close his eyes. take a nap.
"Lin Xingyue?"
His expression changed dramatically, and he exclaimed, then murmured to himself, "No, that's not right, it's a little different from Lin Xingyue's way of great love."
"Come out!"
At this moment, Liu Qiqi suddenly pulled out his sword and slashed at the sky on the other side.
A sharp sword energy cut through the sky and reached the sky.
Then, a white figure suddenly appeared in a seemingly empty place.
The cyan mask has a bit of patina, and the long black hair is flying in the wind. It is the body of another ancient boss, Wu Tianzun, who took away his body ten thousand years later, Xu Wu.
"This little girl's talent is rare in the world."
Staring at Liu Qiqi, who was standing with her sword in hand, with a formidable momentum, Xu Wu could not help but feel a hint of surprise in his eyes, "It has only been a few days, but my cultivation has improved even more."
"Hand over your majesty."
Liu Qiqi slowly raised the Immortal Sword to Xu Wu's chest and said lightly, "Keep your body intact."
"Old Wang, did you hear that?"
Xu Wu seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and suddenly Jie Jie laughed strangely, "She said she wanted to keep my whole body!"
"The fairies of Piaohua Palace are really kind-hearted!" Wang Lun couldn't help but laugh and said, "If it were me, I would have to cut you into pieces."
In front of Lin Zhiyun and others, the two looked calm, chatting and laughing, and seemed to not take the five top saints seriously at all.
"What are you talking about?"
Shen Xiaowan had been gearing up for a long time, but she couldn't hold it back any longer. She let out a sweet cry, swayed her feet, and appeared in front of Wang Lun in an instant. She raised the Haotian Hammer high and smashed it down on the shiny bald head. "Hit me!"
Wherever the hammer passed, it exuded an unimaginable terrifying momentum, causing the world to lose color, the space to shatter, and the entire area to be turbulent and crackling. A seemingly simple blow actually created a natural disaster. Such a scene of destruction.
"God Wheel!"
Faced with such a terrifying blow, Wang Lun did not show any timidity on his face. Instead, he smiled faintly, then punched out and uttered three words lightly.
"boom!"
A Dharma wheel about the size of a washbasin emerged from the end of the fist, its surface shimmering with blue light, spinning rapidly clockwise, and collided with the oncoming Haotian Hammer, erupting with an earth-shattering explosion. The sound of loud noise.
A bright light shone on the earth, and terrifying air waves swept across all directions. When facing each other head-on, the two masters felt their whole bodies shaken, and they flew backwards at the same time under the unimaginable force of the rebound.
Shen Xiaowan's feet were unsteady and she stepped back more than ten feet before stopping.
Wang Lun staggered even more, tumbling and rolling back about twenty feet before he managed to stand still.
With just one move, the decision was made. In terms of strength alone, Wang Lun was obviously inferior to Shen Xiaowan, the "female overlord".
But even so, the "God Wheel" attached to the surface of his fist was still intact. Except for the color being slightly darker, it seemed that it had not suffered much damage.
"Fengtian!"
Seeing Wang Lun suffer a loss, Xu Wu's eyes narrowed and he softly uttered two words.
Bursts of scorching flames suddenly surged around Shen Xiaowan, turning into a boundless sea of fire in an instant, completely engulfing her slender and delicate body.
The dignified ancient boss actually teamed up to deal with a seventeen or eighteen year old girl without any grace.
"Let's break up!"
Seeing her beloved disciple being attacked from a flank, Lin Zhiyun couldn't help but a hint of anger flashed across her face, her lips parted slightly, and her voice sounded like the sound of nature.
As soon as these three words were spoken, the large sea of fire summoned by Xu Wu actually weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just two or three breaths, it completely dissipated and no more flames could be seen.
"Is this the Yan Ling Zhen Sutra?"
Xu Wu's eyes changed slightly, and he said in a solemn tone, "It is indeed well-deserved. I never expected that I would meet someone of the same kind in this era."
How could he know the Yan Ling Zhen Sutra?
Hearing these four words, Lin Zhiyun was shocked, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged into her heart.