For a moment, the rest of the cult members in the Sancai Formation were also shocked by the sudden palm technique used by their opponent, and they did not respond in time.
Yi Xifeng's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew that this opportunity was rare. If he did not take this opportunity to break through this hateful three-talent formation, he would not have any chance today.
He fit on the Hanxing Sword, turned into a sword light, and headed straight for Li Xintian in the inner hall.
…
The maid standing in front of the saint froze on the spot when she saw the sudden sword light.
When the sword light dissipated and Yi Xifeng's pale face was revealed, several maids around him immediately started whispering. As Li Xintian's personal maids, they could be regarded as "very familiar" with the young Taoist priest in front of them. After all, they had been there for a while.
, the saintly lady would ask them to collect some information about each other every now and then.
Gossip news, especially in the minds of girls of their age, is sometimes even more "troublesome" than the precepts in the religion. The maids' curiosity about Yi Xifeng is no better than those in the sect who are responsible for collecting intelligence.
The spies are bad.
"Is this person Yi Xifeng?"
"Yes, it looks really fair."
"He fought in the main hall square before. Judging from his strength, although he is not as good as Qianyuan of the Demon Sect, he can still be regarded as a leader among the young generation."
…
Yi Xifeng stood up unsteadily, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes looked at Li Xintian aside for a moment. With just one glance, he could see the girl's abnormality.
The forbidden technique was sealed. Then he looked over the girl's shoulders and looked at Han Sanli not far away.
The religious believers outside the palace quickly poured into the main hall of Biyou Palace, but they did not come forward to surround Yi Xifeng again. At this time, the coronation ceremony of the saint was going on in the palace, so these believers naturally did not dare to come forward immediately.
Take people.
Yu Ming looked at the sudden appearance of Yi Xifeng with a gloomy face. In fact, when he saw the sword light just now, he could have taken it down, but they took action immediately. As the saying goes, "Every bite you take makes you wiser."
, his rash action before had already caused Han Sanli's displeasure, and he must not offend the leader again this time.
The Discipline Elder stared at Yi Xifeng gloomily, ready to dodge at any time and take it down with his own hands to end this farce!
When Han Sanli saw Yi Xifeng's sudden intervention, she raised her eyebrows slightly, then stood up from the leader's position and walked slowly towards this side. As she walked, she reminded calmly:
"Yu Ming, the coronation of the saint is not over yet."
Yu Ming immediately turned around and raised his hands to the leader of the cult who was slowly walking towards him, and said with fear and fear: "Subordinate...subordinate...obey!"
The next moment, the Discipline Elder appeared directly behind Yi Xifeng. Before he could react, he put a hand on Yi Xifeng's shoulder and said bitterly:
"Boy, can you leave? Are you looking for death?"
At this moment, Lu Zhanyuan, who represents the Zhenwu Dao Hall, has left here with Chen Chuantuo. Dean Chen just made a bet with Han Sanli. In the end, Chen Chuantuo was lucky enough to break through and win, and Han Sanli was willing to accept the loss and let the two go.
People leave.
After all, from the beginning to the end, Leader Han only agreed to let him and Lu Zhanyuan leave. As for Chen Chuantuo taking away Lin Fenghuo, Han Sanli actually didn't care much. What really forced him to take action was that Lu Zhanyuan wanted to take away Li Xintian.
Even if a saint gives up on becoming a saint, this matter is not decided by other sects or the saint herself. This is because only one person is in charge of all affairs in the entire divine religion from beginning to end.
Therefore, this coronation of the saint is no longer a mere coronation, but a matter of face for the religious sect itself.
There is nothing trivial about the sect's reputation, it is all important.
Yi Xifeng naturally understood the reason and ignored Yu Ming behind him. He knew in his heart that due to the strength gap between himself and Elder Yu, there was no chance of his surviving.
"Master Han, I don't want to be an enemy of the divine religion. I just want to..."
Having said this, he glanced at Li Xintian beside him. She had been imprisoned by Han Sanli with the secret technique of the divine religion and could not speak. But from her watery eyes, Yi Xifeng understood her meaning: "If it's you
Die and never live alone!"
Yi Xifeng let out a long breath, raised his eyes to look at the cult leader, and said in a deep voice: "I just want to take her away. From now on, she is no longer a saint of the cult, and I am no longer a disciple of the True Martial Arts Hall.
The two of us will travel around the world together, forgetting any sect grievances!"
He said these words in a very low voice, but the warriors in the hall were not low in strength. Logically speaking, they should all be able to hear them. But these words were meant for Han Sanli, so they only reached Han Sanli's ears.
When Yi Xifeng said this, Zhang Ming and Qin Hongyao suddenly appeared in his mind. He had witnessed various experiences of the two of them, and when he thought about it at this moment, they were an enviable couple of gods and immortals.
After listening to Yi Xifeng's words, Han Sanli did not express his position directly, but glanced at everyone present. Whether they were members of the divine sect or a group of elders and disciples from other sects, they were obviously curious about what Yi Xifeng had just said to him.
What.
Some people with outstanding abilities can naturally understand the words spoken by Yi Xifeng when they see his lips move slightly. However, these people couldn't help but break out in cold sweat when they met Han Sanli's eyes and hands.
They understand in their hearts that the water in the rivers and lakes is too deep, and sometimes knowing more about things is not necessarily a good thing, and may even get them burned.
"So, you don't agree with today's coronation of the saint?"
Han Sanli's fluttering words fell in Yi Xifeng's ears, like five thunders. Because not long after, the hand on his shoulder behind him had disappeared, and Yu Ming stepped away a few feet away with a pale face.
Instead, there were Han Sanli's light questions.
"Also, please ask Master Han to fulfill my wish!"
"Haha!" Han Sanli suddenly laughed when she heard Yi Xifeng's reply.
Seeing the old devil Han suddenly laughing, Yi Xifeng felt extremely strange, while Li Xintian's expression suddenly changed.
She was imprisoned by the secret technique, unable to move, and unable to make a sound to remind her. There was only a touch of sadness and despair in her eyes...
Han Sanli laughed and raised her palms, and immediately two hazy barriers enveloped her from both sides of the hall.
"Okay! I'll help you!" Han Sanli said coldly.
When Yi Xifeng heard Han Sanli's words, the other party's palm had already slapped her chest.
A golden light instantly spread from Han Sanli's palm to Yi Xifeng's whole body. He felt that his whole body was floating up, as if his soul had left his body, and he had no control over the body, just like cotton wool.
Yi Xifeng was lightly patted by Han Sanli, and his body flew upside down involuntarily, and his consciousness blurred for an instant...
Everyone felt a golden light flash before their eyes, and Yi Xifeng's figure disappeared again, as if it had never appeared in this world. Han Sanli glanced at everyone again and asked a little coldly:
"The coronation ceremony of the Saint will continue. Who is in favor of it? Who is against it?"
Everyone in the audience was stunned for a moment, and then they raised their hands and said loudly: "Congratulations on the coronation of the saint!"
These people include many members of the divine sect, and many are elders of other sects who visited Biyou today, but they all cooperated with the leader Han's questions without exception.
Yi Xifeng was just slapped into ashes?
No, not even a trace of fly ash can be found!
This is such a terrifying strength. Even if Han Sanli beat Yi Xifeng to death with one palm, it would still be far less shocking than this method.
Since then, everyone in the world has known that Yi Xifeng, a disciple of the Zhenwu Dao Hall, was personally killed by Han Sanli! There is no trace of his body left!
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That night, Han Sanli stood in the room where the saint was sleeping, looking at the stars in the sky through the crystal jade above the bed curtain.
There is no one around, and you can even hear the chirping of evening insects.
The events that happened during the day passed through Han Sanli's mind like a revolving lantern, and he seemed to be catching some missing points.
"Is it really because of Xintian that the boy from the Zhenwu Dao Palace stayed in the Biyou Palace regardless of everything?" He subconsciously expressed the doubts in his heart.
"Is it really because of the saint's coronation ceremony that the famous leader of the divine sect gets angry at people again and again?" A leisurely reply appeared in the shadow of the room.
Han Sanli did not turn around. He was not surprised at all that someone else would appear here. The two were silent for a long time, and the silence was finally broken by the leader of Han.
"In other words, it's not actually for Xintian?"
When he said this, he seemed to directly admit that he was not angry because the coronation ceremony of the saint was interrupted.
To put it bluntly, the coronation of a saint is just a formality. Li Xintian was selected as a divine saint a hundred days ago. Regardless of whether the saint's coronation ceremony is successfully held or not, Li Xintian is a contemporary saint of the divine religion.
At most, the ceremony was disrupted, and the face of the divine religion was somewhat lost. But in Han Sanli's opinion, how could the face of the divine religion be worth his anger?
"No, he doesn't know anything. He just did it for that cute girl doll." The man in the shadow let out a childlike laugh.
"Fortunately, it was him. If it had been anyone else, wouldn't he have been so frightened by Leader Han's feigned anger that he would have escaped from Biyou Palace without looking back?"
Han Sanli didn't answer, as if she didn't hear him.
The man in the shadow continued: "But I would like to ask, why did Leader Han impose a divine seal? Do you really want him to die in it? Then you must at least add one to the female doll. It is so biased and difficult to
Convincing…”
Han Sanli sneered: "This is the territory of the divine religion. Whether it is fair or not, I have the final say!"
Upon hearing this, the person who had just spoken in the shadow immediately fell silent.
Han Sanli's eyes were no longer looking at the sky, but at the shadow of the bedroom.
"I would also like to ask, why do you, the Zhenwu Dao Palace, go back on your word? I have already given you enough face by not killing him, and you still want to bargain on this kind of thing?"
The shadow was slowly illuminated by the moonlight in the sky, and the person who had been standing in the shadow just now revealed his true appearance. It was Lu Zhanyuan, the great elder of the Zhenwu Dao Temple.
Elder Lu did not reply. Han Sanli turned his eyes to him and saw a Taoist talisman fall from Elder Lu's back, and then his whole "person" turned into fine sand.
In the huge room, only Han Sanli was left alone, and the chirping of insects outside the house also fell silent...
Han Sanli waved gently and floated the fine sand in the shadow in front of her, gradually condensing into a sand sculpture that looked like Li Xintian.
He stretched out his hand and tapped "Li Xintian"'s forehead, feeling filled with emotion:
"There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. I planted it with my own hands the year my wife died. Now it is as tall as a canopy..."