If Jiang Linan's hatred for the nine masters of Wen Palace is suppressed, he does not want outsiders to discover the clues.
So after seeing Duan Ziqian, the killing intent surging out of his body could be clearly felt by everyone present.
Brazen and unscrupulous.
He let go of Qiao Wantang and protected her behind him.
Then he glanced at the sealed space where Jiang Changnian fought, and said with a satisfied look: "Go all out, don't worry about anything else."
"As long as my brother is here, no one can hurt you."
In the torn void, Jiang Changnian's peaceful aura surged again.
This time, she completely gave up her defense and just attacked without heed.
After all, she is the female war goddess of the Eight Hundred Immortals Realm, an existence of the eighteenth level of true immortality.
Borrowing the natal Dharma sign, you can forcefully reverse the situation where you are at a disadvantage, and temporarily achieve a balance of power.
In the distance, the figure gradually enlarges.
The black writing brush quickly shrunk from dozens of meters away, carrying Duan Ziqian to the entrance of the Demon Buried Mountain Range.
The old man in white robes who had lived for more than 20,000 years had sunken eye sockets. His turbid gaze swept across the clouds, and finally locked on Jiang Linan's ghostly figure and said: "Qiao Wantang has been wronged, and you should vent your anger for her."
"Whether these fifteen people are destroyed or destroyed, they are used as whetstones for Jiang Changnian. It is up to you. I have no objection."
"Quan Dangxian will give in and calm down the anger in your heart."
"but......"
He waved his old big hand fiercely, put away the black writing brush, and calmly landed on the jade-smooth rock on the top of the mountain. "The concessions in the fairy world are limited to this. I hope you will accept it when you see it, and stop pushing the envelope."
Jiang Lin'an said angrily: "You are the ones who push the envelope."
"In terms of shamelessness, you, the ancestor of Wen Palace, are number one. Who in the immortal world dares to be number two?"
Duan Ziqian sat upright with his sleeves stretched out and said jokingly: "I have the courage to listen, but do you have the courage to speak?"
"A wisp of soul will disappear in the world sooner or later."
"You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately."
"Before you speak, you might as well ask yourself if you have thought it through clearly."
Jiang Linan mocked: "You're scared."
Duan Ziqian laughed loudly and said: "Yes, I'm afraid. I'm afraid that you won't be able to bear the consequences. I'm afraid that when your soul dissipates, you will not be able to rest in peace, and you will not be able to rest in peace."
"You are Jiang Lin'an, but you are not the Jiang Lin'an of six thousand years."
"Wen Dian talks about kindness to you and remembers old friendship. Don't be ignorant of good and evil."
"I let you, not because I'm afraid of you."
Jiang Lin'an didn't say anything, he just raised his hand and pointed.
An ordinary move that seems to have no lethality.
However, as the weak sharpness condensed on his fingertips spread rapidly, thousands of yellow light spots suddenly emerged from the darkness.
Like fireflies in summer, you chase each other and gather more and more.
In the grass, Suning, who had finished refining the medicine, looked at it intently, his pupils could not help but shrink, and he secretly smacked his tongue.
What are those light spots? They are clearly tens of thousands of special symbols.
Some are long and some are short, some are round and some are square.
The big soybeans are as big as the small ones, and the small ones are as small as the sand.
I don’t know where it came from, and it’s hard to find out the source.
"talisman?"
Suning couldn't understand, so he half-guessed, "Don't even half-saints use talisman paper to draw talismans?"
Beside him, Luo Chen fell from the air and said with a serious face: "That is not a talisman, it is the law of the world that is superior to the way of heaven."
Suning clasped his fists respectfully and said, "I've met Master."
Luo Chen sighed with emotion: "You are destined to be lucky this time. If Jiang Lin'an hadn't appeared, Jiang Changnian and I might not have been able to protect you."
"Wen Dian's attitude is really weird. There are nine hall masters of Wen Dian in front of him, and Duan Ziqian, the pen-wielding ancestor behind him, they..."
"Just because Jiang Lin'an died, just because he never had the chance to return to the immortal world and become a human again, these old immortals have no mercy at all?"