But of all the people present, no one could be sure, and no one could figure out how much power this spiritual body contained.
Semi-saints, that mysterious and mysterious realm, are one step away from saints, far beyond what they can compare to those who stay in the true immortal world.
Jiang Chang cried so much that he stumbled towards the figure and shouted: "Brother."
At this moment, she is no longer the Lord of the Phoenix Realm, nor the female war goddess of the Fairy Realm that everyone is afraid of.
She is just a simple girl who misses her brother, revealing the hidden weakness in her heart.
The ghostly Jiang Linan smiled intoxicatingly and said with doting eyes: "Nian'er."
Jiang Changnian tightly covered her red lips and cried until she was weak.
He stretched out his hand to touch her head and her cheek, and said with deep relief: "Yes, the little Nian'er who came to me with a runny nose when she was a child and asked for my sweets has grown up."
"In the blink of an eye, you will be a true immortal of the 18th level."
"I hope to become a semi-saint first and then realize the path of a saint."
"Stronger than my brother, and smarter than my brother."
Jiang Changnian shook his head vigorously and was so choked that he could not speak.
Jiang Linan comforted him and said, "Don't cry. Practitioners take life and death lightly. If you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent person. No one can escape."
"I can't escape, and you in the Eight Hundred Immortal Realm can't escape either."
"Who is not a pen-holder in the Wen Palace and a sword-holder in the Wu Palace?"
Jiang Changnian lowered his head in loneliness, and used the secret technique to transmit the message: "Brother, Nian'er just wants to ask you one thing. The failure to overcome the tribulation was your own fault, or was it due to the involvement of other forces."
Jiang Lin'an's violent temper was fleeting.
The speed was so fast that even Jiang Changnian, who was very close to him, did not notice it.
He put down his open right hand and said without changing his expression: "The reason is mine, I don't blame anyone else."
"I was too eager to attack and underestimated the fate of the saint."
Jiang Changnian refused to give up and said: "You, why..."
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Lin'an interrupted him and said, "Silly girl, my brother already aspired to be a Half-Saint and understood the Nine-Style Divine Power."
"No one in the fairy world can hurt me in the slightest."
"One person, ten people, even if eight hundred emperors and empresses join forces. I want to leave, I want to escape, who can keep me?"
He spoke arrogantly: "This is the truth. There is no need for my brother to lie to you and forcefully implicate the blame on others."
"That's not my style, it's really the behavior of a villain."
Jiang Changnian was devastated and felt ridiculous for his six thousand years of hard work.
She always believed that there was something fishy about Jiang Linan's death, and she tried every possible means to inquire around, hoping to find some clues.
But now, the truth is told by Jiang Linan himself.
Where does Jiang Changnian still have doubts and doubts?
"Be good, practice well, and don't waste time on me anymore."
Jiang Linan couldn't bear it, but he had to deceive him in good faith: "Jiang family, I leave it to you."
After saying that, he raised his hand to the sky and gathered his fingers together.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Thousands of miles in radius, the wind blows violently.
The wind sounds, ghosts cry and wolves howl, the immortal power is drained away,
The man from the Jiang family with flying white hair said with an imposing manner like a dragon: "You guys, a bunch of chickens and dogs, how dare you touch my Jiang Lin'an woman?"
As soon as he pointed it out, the sky became dark and the earth became dark.
The void collapsed into an abyss, forcing the fifteen supremes of the First Realm who formed a formation to surround Qiao Wantang.
Jiang Linan clenched his fists, raised his arms, and struck out boldly: "Death."
Endless magical power presses it into a ball, forming light spots the size of rice grains.
Twinkling and twinkling, as bright as stars.
One second it was jumping in Jiang Linan's hands, and the next second it was nowhere to be found, and its origin was hard to find.
The fifteen supreme bosses felt numb and decided to join forces to fight back.
Arrange the formation, use the magic weapon, use the magic weapon.
For a moment, a stream of light illuminated the Demon Burial Mountains, which had been silent for a long time.
"boom."
The defensive light shield suddenly shattered, and dozens of powerful immortal weapons let out pitiful screams.
The five emperors in the lead exploded into blood mist, and their souls fled in panic.
The last ten people's faces were flushed and they were vomiting blood.
