Lin Changan took the lead, while the disciples following behind had dark faces.
Damn it, who is in the early stage of spirit fusion and who is in the late stage of spirit fusion?
They are both Fusion Spirits, so why is the gap so big?
How can ordinary disciples understand the power of the Holy Vajra Body? In addition, the bronze spiritual power is many times thicker than ordinary spiritual power. Naturally, the spiritual power output instantly is much higher than that of ordinary disciples.
Much, much more.
Of course, another key reason is Lin Changan's diligence.
Long Xuanyuan's talent is good, first-class, and he is also extremely talented in physical forging and has natural divine power, but does he dare to say that he is practicing except for necessary things?
He doesn't dare!
But Lin Changan is like this. Apart from practicing boxing and honing his spiritual power, he is rarely seen out and about.
The Emperor of the Book of Heaven sat there for three thousand years and read books, so he did not need to take a step out of the book pavilion.
"Sure enough, hard work is often the shortcut to success." Lin Youyou was hugged by Lin Changan, her face flushed, but she also said with emotion.
If you practice ten more minutes today, then a year later, the growth of these ten minutes will be reflected in you. This is cultivation!
"Boom!"
In the mountains in the distance, Zitan's face was extremely ugly. The disciples led by Han Fei from Guigu Peak killed them and retreated steadily. The medicinal materials that he had originally favored and even fell into his hands were almost snatched away.
"Are you crazy for going against the Ninth Prince?" the late-stage Rong Ling disciple next to him said.
In this mountain range, many big trees hold up the heavens. Under these giant trees, pitch-black puppets were summoned by the disciples of Guigu Peak. They were scattered in front of them, densely packed, with at least twenty or thirty of them. And these
The strength of the puppets is that all of them are in the late stage of soul fusion.
This is Gui Gufeng's disciple, who has the ability to summon puppets.
The leader, Han Fei, was wearing a dark robe with evil ghosts on it, holding a staff, and his eyes were very cold.
"Crazy? Hahahaha, he's not the prince yet!" A trace of cold murderous intent flashed across Han Fei's face.
Yes, his purpose is to directly kill the Ninth Prince, Zitan!
If you kill here, then Shenwu Pavilion will not have any responsibility. The only person responsible is Han Fei. Using his Han Fei's life to exchange for a prince will be a bloody gain no matter what!
His parents were captured and threatened, and his childhood sweetheart was kidnapped and almost humiliated in front of him. It was Prince Zi Mo who forced him to take action.
Zitan's face looked extremely ugly at this moment, and the eight late-level disciples of Fusion Soul from Wuxin Peak protected him and surrounded him.
"Are you the person sent by eldest brother?" Zitan's face turned slightly cold.
Sure enough, because his power has increased recently and he has completely overshadowed the so-called Crown Prince, Prince Zi Mo cannot sit still at all.
As long as Zitan is not the emperor for a day, then if Zitan dies, the only person who can take the throne is his Highness the Crown Prince.
Lin Changan cannot be killed. This is a fact. If Lin Changan is touched, the emperor will be furious and Eastern Xinjiang will be destroyed. His prince will probably be imprisoned in the cold palace and executed. Even if it is not discovered that it was his prince who did it, then in the future he will
Is it useful to have a stable position?
Without Lin Changan, who would be able to defend Eastern Xinjiang?
Therefore, the purpose of his trip is only for one person, and that is the red sandalwood in front of him!
"Don't care who sent me here. Even a god can't save you today!" Han Fei's face flashed with cold murderous intent, and he clenched his fists slightly. He is not a ghost.
Disciple, he was among the top sixteen in the inner disciple selection last year!
"Go!" As Han Fei yelled angrily, all the disciples from Guigu Peak next to him also took action, driving their puppets to kill them. These puppets were all made from dead corpses. They were not afraid of pain and could not do anything.
Killing, the combat power is incomparable.
"Wow." These dead corpses were shouting. They stepped on the ground and suddenly flew dozens of feet. Their long fists fell, knocking back a late-stage soul fusion on the spot.
Zitan's face was livid. He had already sent the signal, but he just didn't know how far away the husband and others were from here.
Endless puppets gathered together, and disciples were knocked out one after another until the red sandalwood in front of them was surrounded. There were twenty-five puppets all around. Even a strong man with an inscription level could not stand in front of this.
There is no way at all and it is difficult to resist.
After all, even if you destroy one of the puppet's legs, his combat power remains unchanged and he can still kick himself off and stand up with the other leg alone.
"I am Prince Ziyun. If you hurt me, you won't get any benefits. Do you want these ten or twenty brothers who are also from Guigu Peak to be buried with you?" Zitan spoke in a cold voice and scolded.
Said, holding a long sword in his hand.
"Can I live without killing you?" A ferocious look flashed across Han Fei's face.
"Everyone, kill!"
Following Han Fei's sharp shout, more than twenty puppets rushed out in an instant. In an instant, they threw Zitan to the ground. Twenty dozen spirit-melting level warriors threw themselves down. Even the inscriptions were difficult.
fight.
At this moment, Han Fei's face revealed a touch of relief.
Fortunately, the Ninth Prince Zitan is not a powerful character and can be easily dealt with.
However, at the moment when Zitan felt a little desperate, a light and shadow suddenly fell on the sky, and with it, 80% of the spiritual power was poured into it, and the mountain collapsed!
"Mountain and Sea Fist, collapsing mountains!"
A punch shook the air, and the surrounding void instantly collapsed, and the earth was shaken to the point of tumbling. Twenty or so late-stage soul fusions were shaken away on the spot, and some who were close to them even had their bones broken and flew away.
It is difficult for the strong inscriptions to collapse, but the strength of Bengshanyue is to break the strong point. Although the shock cannot cause damage to the strong inscriptions, it has fatal power for the later stages of Fusion Spirit.
Just like an elephant killed by too many ants, although the anteater cannot be compared with the elephant, it can restrain the ants on its own. Tens of thousands of ants will hardly cause much damage to it.
Lin Changan struck down with one punch, as if a god descended to earth, holding a pitch-black halberd and looking down at everyone.
"Is there anyone who dares to kill my disciples?"
Lin Changan's eyes were like thunder shot from an ice cave, breaking through the fog, piercing the chaos, and capturing the soul.
"King of Zhendong?" Han Fei was slightly startled by this scene. Lin Changan came down to earth to kill here, which really shocked him. However, he soon came back to his senses. In terms of combat power, these twenty-odd people
If you respect the puppet, you will be unscathed.
"King Zhendong, this matter has nothing to do with you, and I have no intention of starting a war with you, but Zitan's life cannot be saved even if the gods come today!"