Lu Qian remained motionless, and the purple light curtain surrounding his body was almost substantial.
"I'm not Blind Tong, I come from the fairy world."
"I am a true immortal, and you are a mortal."
"Under such a premise, there is no need to test me."
"After all, you don't have much time left."
He smiled, raised his hand, and grabbed it forward fiercely.
"Wow."
The sword energy collapsed and merged into the untouchable rock wall of the abyss.
The Xunlong pen flew back to Suning's hand, the pen body trembling slightly.
Lu Qian walked leisurely through the void and said, "Oh, I have to tell you something. After your death, the memories of anyone who has a causal relationship with you will be wiped clean."
"Yigou, this is obviously not your real name."
"What is the name of the blood flowing in your body and the guy at the bottom of the Demon Killing Pond?"
"Yes, Su Xinglan."
"You are relatives connected by blood, am I right?"
The curve of his mouth was teasing and mocking.
Before Suning could recover from his trance, his hand suddenly pointed out.
"collapse."
Xunlong Pen blocked the blow for Suning, and the dragon roared sadly.
Suning quickly retreated, spraying blood mist from his mouth and forming a shadow of a square inch book.
"Restraining the soul."
Lu Qian turned a blind eye and said, "No matter where you hide, you are within my sight."
"Stop stressing about your cultivation. You are clearly at the 18th level of martial arts."
"Today, I will let you know the difference between the eighteen levels of martial arts of mortals and the eighteen levels of martial arts of immortals."
"Go to hell."
A long roar, five fingers forming a mountain.
The boundless abyss shrank strangely under Suning's perception.
If it was a vast ocean before, now it has become a lake.
Lu Qian launched an attack from above, while Suning fled below like a dog.
The cultivation level is the same, but the difference is the energy that moves the cultivation level.
The suppression of spiritual power by immortal power seems to be a natural conflict.
When a raging fire encounters a huge wave, it can resist it in a short period of time, but it is difficult to maintain a permanent balance.
"town."
Lu Qian dived, and the abyss shrank again.
This time, the five mountains are less than ten meters away from Suning.
One page of the square-inch book exploded on the spot without being turned.
Suning spread his hands flat and made Buddhist meditation seals.
"Hey, Arhat's Golden Body Technique?"
Lu Qian said in surprise: "Yes, it's interesting."
...
In the sky outside, dozens of red lines emerged from the clouds.
Three roots descended to the main peak hall, and three roots flew to the Demon Killing Pond.
The rest scattered across the nine peaks and penetrated into the bodies of the Kunlun disciples who had met Suning.
Such as Hu Ying, such as the Thirty-six Swords of Kunlun hiding behind the mountain to heal his wounds.
Another example is the group of mountain-guarding disciples who saw Suning when he first went to Kunlun.
Even the big white monkey fed by Xia Baiyou was "hunted" by the sudden red thread of cause and effect.
Ji Xuanqing's right arm, which was holding the wine jar, suddenly trembled. His eyes changed from sadness to horror, from panic to confusion.
Then to the final turbidity and powerlessness.
"Clang."
The wine jar fell to the ground and fell into pieces.
His eyelids drooped and he fell to the ground drowsily.
Like Ji Xuanqing, there are Tai Xuzi and Xiao Xiuyan.
The red thread pulled at the top of their heads, and the two masters fell into unconsciousness.
The long-awaited big white cat was curled up under the table, half dead.
