"Master?"
She raised her head suddenly and stared closely at the direction from which the sound came. Her expression finally lost its composure, and a glint of disbelief flashed in her eyes before she blurted out.
One after another, figures appeared in the sky.
Lin Zhiyun, Liu Qiqi, Zheng Yueting, Shen Xiaowan, Zheng Qiyuan.
Astonishingly, they were ambushed by Wang Lun and others, and the saints who should have been killed by the self-explosion of the spiritual sphere.
"Ling'er, is it really you?"
Staring into Nangong Ling's beautiful golden eyes, Lin Zhiyun's eyes flashed with a hint of disbelief, and her expression was indescribably wonderful, "Did you really betray us?"
"Master, there is no way that senior sister would do anything to disgrace Piaohua Palace!"
Liu Qiqi's reaction was even more intense than that of Lin Zhiyun. She turned her head sharply, glared at Nangong Ling with an angry look on her face, "Who are you? Why are you pretending to be senior sister?"
As she spoke, countless strands of sharp sword energy surged out from her body, circling and flying in the sky, arbitrarily moving freely. Even though they were far apart, Nangong Ling and others still felt a tingling sensation on their skin.
"Qiqi, it's me."
Nangong Ling pondered for a long time, and finally said slowly, "Why are you still alive?"
"Does it feel bad for you to see us alive?" Lin Zhiyun had a look of sullenness on her flawless face, and the anger in her voice could hardly be concealed.
"Frankly speaking." Nangong Ling sighed, "You are not dead, which makes this disciple very embarrassed."
"You, you..." Lin Zhiyun turned pale with anger and was speechless for a long time.
If her beloved disciple's betrayal made her heartbroken, then the moment her eyes glanced at the mummy below, Lin Zhiyun's head buzzed. She was so shocked that her whole body fell into a sluggish state.
"Mr. Xianggong?"
After a long while, she came back to her senses, stared at Zhong Wen's miserable appearance, and asked in an unbelievable tone.
"Do you understand?" Nangong Ling said softly, "Even Zhong Wen was defeated by the Lord. There is no way you can win."
However, Lin Zhiyun no longer wanted to listen to her words. Her delicate body turned into a blue shadow and appeared beside the two of them in an instant. She raised her hand and struck out with a sword, forcing Nangong Ling to take two steps back and then hugged her. He picked up the mummy on the ground and stared blankly at Zhong Wen's skinny and shriveled face, with tears rolling in his eyes.
This mummy has shrunk to the point that it has no human shape, but through the outline of the face, it can still be vaguely connected with Zhong Wen's smiling and handsome face.
His skin felt shriveled and wrinkled, like tree bark that had lost moisture. His originally strong body was as light as nothing, and even a five-year-old child could easily lift it.
"Ms. sir, wake up."
Lin Zhiyun took out a crystal-clear white elixir from her necklace, opened Zhong Wen's dry lips and stuffed it in. With tears in her eyes, she begged miserably, "Please, don't scare me."
"Zhong Wen!"
"Ms. sir!"
"Brother Chef!"
"Brother-in-law!"
Liu Qiqi and others had also gathered around, witnessing Zhong Wen's tragic situation with their own eyes. They were filled with shock, anger, and grief. Zheng Yueting even fell to her knees with a thud, crying so hard that her heart was broken.
"useless."
Seeing Lin Zhiyun giving Zhong Wen medicine, Lin Bei actually didn't stop him. Instead, he said calmly, "Even if you have the elixir in your hand, it won't be able to revive him."
"Xiao Wenjian?"
Lin Zhiyun suddenly raised her head and glared at him. When she saw his face clearly, she couldn't help but exclaimed, "Why are you here?"
However, before Lin Bei could answer, she lowered her head again, took out a large handful of Shengsheng Good Fortune Pill and stuffed it into Zhong Wen's mouth.
Of course, Lin Bei's casual words could not make her give up hope of saving her husband.
"Why bother?" Lin Bei shook his head and sighed, "Even if you put all the elixirs in the world into this kid's mouth, you won't be able to revive him."
"Shut up!"
Looking at his sister's heartbroken look and hearing Lin Bei's sarcastic remarks, Zheng Qiyuan finally couldn't bear it any longer. He pulled out his long knife and shouted, "Brother-in-law is not dead yet!"
"Yes, this is also beyond my expectation." Lin Bei nodded slightly and said, "His spiritual power, physical strength, energy and even soul power have been sucked dry by me. He is already an empty shell with nothing, but he can still retain it.
A glimmer of hope."
Before he finished speaking, a fierce sword energy flew into the air and slashed at him.
It turned out that Liu Qiqi was so angry that she couldn't bear it anymore and raised her hand to strike with a sword.
"No!"
Faced with such overbearing sword energy, Lin Bei couldn't even move, but Xu Wu beside him suddenly shouted.
Along with his voice, the terrifying sword energy disappeared instantly. When it reappeared, it was already behind Lin Bei and continued to march forward, smashing countless rocks along the way.
"No matter what kind of elixir, it needs to transmit its power through blood, meridians, muscles and even spiritual power in order to have a healing effect."
The expression on Lin Bei's face did not change at all, as if the sword blow just now had never happened. He said unhurriedly, "Now he is just an empty shell with nothing in his body. No matter how much you feed him,
, the medicinal power can’t be exerted, so what’s the point?”
No matter how coldly he spoke, Lin Zhiyun just ignored him and still used various means to try to rescue the mummy from its dying state.
Wang Lun and others didn't know why, but they just stood aside quietly, allowing her to do all kinds of things, without any intention of stepping forward to stop her.
The ideal is full, but the reality is always skinny.
About half a moment later, looking at Zhong Wen who was still as shriveled as before, Lin Zhiyun's heart finally sank completely.
"Did you do it?"
She slowly turned her head, looked directly at Xiao Wenjian with her eyes red from crying, and asked coldly.
"Yes." Lin Bei spat out one word lightly.
"In that case." Lin Zhiyun gently kissed the forehead of the mummy in her arms, gently placed him on the ground, and then suddenly raised her head, her voice instantly became colder than ice, "Then you can
Pay for him with your life!"
An unprecedentedly powerful aura surged out of her body, filling the entire world with the force of wind and clouds.
Holy, noble, charming, enchanting, cold, gentle, cold...
This vast and majestic power actually contains several completely different temperaments at the same time. The feelings that should be contradictory are gathered together, but there is no conflict at all. Instead, they are in the same boat, complement each other, and blend together very harmoniously.
A huge white shadow suddenly appeared behind Lin Zhiyun.
A woman!
Breathtakingly beautiful woman!
A peerless goddess with perfect appearance, body, and temperament!
The goddess' whole body exudes an extremely holy white light, but there is a hint of charm and a hint of killing intent in it.
"die!"
Lin Zhiyun stared at Lin Bei without blinking, her lips parted slightly, and she slowly uttered a word.
At the same time, the huge goddess behind her also opened her mouth slightly, and her lips opened and closed in sync, as if she was talking to her.
Perhaps Zhong Wen's experience had caused too much irritation to her. The Palace Master of Piaohua Palace, who had always been gentle and kind-hearted, actually exuded unprecedented anger and murderous intent.
The moment he heard this word, Lin Bei's expression finally changed.
At this moment, he felt the murderous intent from heaven and earth, the malice from the world.
It was clear that he had not suffered any attack, but the vitality in his body began to decline and disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if God had sent a decree to completely wipe him out of the world.
"I didn't expect that in this era, there would be people like you!"
He turned to Xu Wu and exclaimed, "The level of this spiritual art is probably higher than yours."
As he spoke, a gleaming white light suddenly appeared on the surface of Lin Bei's body, and his already pale face became increasingly pale.
At the moment when the white light appeared, the vitality in Lin Bei's body stopped flowing, and it seemed that Lin Zhiyun's Word Spirit Scripture was easily dissolved.
"What a woman, how dare you attack the Lord!"
A trace of ferocity flashed in Wang Lun's eyes, and he shouted loudly, "Shrink the Earth Wheel!"
A gray magic wheel suddenly appeared behind him, and then, the figure of the bald man suddenly appeared in front of Lin Zhiyun, so fast that it was almost like teleporting.
"Scorching Heart Chakra!"
He decisively raised his right arm and slapped Lin Zhiyun's chest hard with his palm.
A red fire wheel about the size of a plate was spinning rapidly in his palm, with sparks sputtering out from time to time. The surrounding temperature rose a lot in an instant, and the power was terrifying.
"Thousands of thunders!"
At the same time, Xu Wu softly uttered two words.
Suddenly, the sky was covered with clouds and bursts of thunder, and countless dazzling blue-white rays of light shot straight down with shocking power, turning into curved silver snakes and falling hard towards the direction where Zheng Yueting and others were.
The Zheng brothers and Shen Xiaowan took action at the same time. The light of swords flashed in the air, and the shadows of hammers crisscrossed the air. Both sides soon used their own unique skills and started fighting fiercely.
"Sister."
Liu Qiqi slowly raised her right arm, pointed the Immortal Sword directly at Gong Ling's plump chest, and asked word by word, "Why?"
"If you don't take care of yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth." Nangong Ling replied calmly with no expression on his face.
"I misjudged you."
Liu Qiqi gritted her teeth, with a bit of resentment and sadness in her voice.
"The matter is over." Nangong Ling shook his head and said, "It's useless to talk more, just take action!!"
Liu Qiqi's eyes were filled with light. She raised her right arm and was about to slash with her sword. Unexpectedly, Nangong Ling's figure in front of her gradually blurred and began to change her appearance.
In the space of half a breath, where the great disciple of Piaohua Palace was, a graceful figure with unparalleled elegance and a fluttering blue skirt actually appeared.
Lin Zhiyun!
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._
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