As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 457 He wants to fight for the last time
The two of them were on guard for a long time, and almost at the same time, they used the soul ruler and the dagger to resist the attack. Unexpectedly, the Yin Qi arrow did not fade after hitting the weapon. Instead, it quickly curved and grew like a vine, growing into a huge cicada in the blink of an eye.
The pupa wrapped the two of them tightly.
The inner part of the cicada chrysalis was surrounded by Yin energy and was bitingly cold. Their eyelashes were instantly covered with frost, their upper and lower teeth clattered together, and their arms were shaking so much that they could no longer hold their weapons.
Si Hetai stood in front of his memorial tablet with his hands behind his back and smiled coldly, "It just so happens that the poor gatekeeper ghost is gone, so let's turn you into evil ghosts and stay here to guard the gate forever!"
"You're thinking of eating shit!" Shen Qingqing cursed loudly and calmly operated the technique. When his body gradually regained consciousness, he suddenly took a breath and struck out with the soul-suppressing ruler.
There was a loud "boom" sound, the cicada pupae exploded, and streams of yin energy fled like frightened chickens, returning to behind Si Hetai's loose black robe.
At this time, there was also a strange noise coming from the other cicada chrysalis. One big hand directly smashed through the Yin Qi shell and stretched out, followed by another hand, and finally two hands held the edge of the shell and violently tore it to both sides.
The originally indestructible shell was torn open with a large crack in an instant.
Meng Yuan picked up the dagger that fell to the ground and walked out intact under Si Hetai's astonished eyes.
"You are worthy of being a savior sent from heaven. He really has a great ability that defies heaven." Si Hetai glanced at the two young people in front of him with a gloomy face and murmured to himself. Then his voice suddenly changed and he shouted sternly: "But
So what? Pindao just wants to change his destiny against nature!"
As he finished speaking, he took a step forward with his legs, and another stream of pure Yin Qi emerged from his Dantian. This time the Yin Qi was obviously much stronger than the last time, and there were a few tiny light purple streams mixed in between the airflow.
Like the light of a firefly, it carries a strong pressure.
Shen Qingqing originally planned to avoid its sharp edge temporarily, but at the critical moment, his legs seemed to be nailed into the cracks of the bricks, unable to move. Meng Yuan on the other side was also nailed in place.
The Yin Qi surged, split into two streams and hit the two of them respectively. The Qi layer was as thick as a huge boulder.
Shen Qingqing quickly waved her ruler to resist. The golden light collided with the Yin Qi, and several air currents splashed around like waves. The green light jumping in the room could not withstand such damage and went out quickly, and the room suddenly became dark.
Si Hetai sneered solemnly, swinging his arms and running the technique, releasing more powerful Yin Qi.
The entire room was surrounded by surging Yin Qi, and was as cold as an ice cellar.
This is the oppressive power of ghosts and immortals!
At the same time, on the first floor of Zhaixing Pavilion.
Si Yu suddenly woke up from his sleep, with a severe headache, and a turbid air rushed back and forth in his head, as if it was about to burst through his temples and rush out at any time.
He sat up from the bed, rubbed his temples painfully, and couldn't help but make a slight inhaling sound.
The noise alarmed Sicheng who was on the bed opposite. Sicheng opened his eyes and saw him sitting on the bed and asked vaguely: "Boss, what's wrong with you?"
Si Yu took another breath, replied "It's okay", and then lay down on the bed again, but this time no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't fall asleep.
The soul that Si Hetai sealed in his body suddenly became restless at this time. There was only one reason: Shen Qingqing was here, and a fierce battle was going on upstairs.
But he, who should have stepped forward, was hiding in his room and sleeping like a coward.
Can you really sleep on it?
Si Yu looked at the bright white moonlight falling in front of the window, and the cold heart under his chest gradually showed signs of warming up.
He stretched out his hand towards the moonlight, an emotion similar to longing appeared in his eyes.
Not willing to give in, still not willing to give in!
He is a living person, why should he be sacrificed to others?
Why?!
Si Yu sat up suddenly, his originally confused eyes became extremely determined. Shen Qingqing was right, how would you know that you really can't do it if you don't try?
He wanted to give it a last try, even if he failed in the end and died at the feet of the old monster, he would have no regrets.
"Boss, where are you going?" Sicheng was startled by his sudden movement to stand up and leave.
Si Yu turned around and suddenly raised his hand to pull off his mask. Under the moonlight, the deep red scar bloomed on his cheek like a complex and beautiful rose.
His lighter-colored lips opened and closed, and he dropped a sentence: "Go and get back the freedom that was taken away from me."
After saying that, he strode out of the room.
In the darkroom on the third floor, the battle continues.
Shen Qingqing's whole body was wet with sweat, and big drops of sweat kept dripping down her forehead, making her vision blurry, and the arm holding the Soul Calming Ruler had long been so sore that she had lost consciousness.
Si Hetai on the opposite side gritted his teeth and let out a burst of yin energy again. Veins popped up on his old cheeks. He looked extremely ferocious, "Little girl, do you think that you can kill Chen Bitian and Chen Qiankun and you will be invincible in the world?"
Already?"
"You're dreaming!" He laughed crazily, with no concealment of arrogance and pride on his face, "The poor Taoist is the most powerful, the poor Taoist is an immortal, the poor Taoist is an immortal!"
"Throughout the ages, there have been so many people and ghosts who have wanted to practice cultivation and become immortals, or to transcend the world and live forever, but they have not been able to do so, but Pindao has managed to do it!"
"So, what are you going to do to stop Pindao?" Si Hetai strode forward, looked at the buzzing soul-suppressing ruler in her hand, and smiled scornfully, "Is it just this broken ruler in your hand?"
"A ghost is a ghost. Even if you take on the name of an immortal, you still can't change your ghost nature! And I, Shen Qingqing, am killing ghosts!"
Shen Qingqing roared angrily, and the dazzling golden light blade rushed from the fingertips to the tip of the ruler. Sensing the owner's emotions, the Soul-Suppressing Ruler made a buzzing sound, and the golden light flowed around the ruler, making it blindingly bright for a while.
"The heaven and earth are natural, and the filth is dispersed!"
As the spell sounded, Shen Qingqing held the soul-suppressing ruler like a sharp sword to break through the layers of Yin Qi and burst out of the air.
The Yin Qi layer hit the ground, making a loud roar that shook the entire Star Reaching Tower.
Si Hetai was so shocked that he even collected his breath and stepped back. At this critical moment, Meng Yuan also broke through the obstacle and swung out a palm, hitting him firmly on the back.
"Pfft!"
Shen Qingqing on the other side held the soul-suppressing ruler and pierced his chest. The brilliant golden light between the ruler's blades was like a cluster of blazing flames, instantly melting the Yin energy around him.
"Poof!" Si Hetai spat out black blood and staggered back to the altar table. His movements were so violent that he knocked over the tablets and the incense burner on the table.
There were two snapping sounds in the room, and suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside.
Si Yu stood expressionless by the door. The silver folding fan projected a ray of extremely cold white light, illuminating his narrow fox eyes as cold as ice.
Si Hetai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled excitedly, "Si Yu, you came just in time, go and kill them!"
His condescending tone sounded like he was driving a domestic dog.
Si Yu glanced at him deeply and moved forward silently. The soles of his feet landed on the stone floor, making a stamping sound, like rain falling on bananas, hitting people's hearts. This chapter has been completed!