Gu Xuan's eyes were sharp and his face was as cold as ice.
"High Priest of the Li Clan, how dare you!
If you hurt her, I will destroy your soul!"
The high priest of the Li clan smiled coldly.
"Don't worry, I won't kill her, but I will definitely leave her some wounds.
After all, you even dealt with the fake tree spirit.
Although I don't know how you did it, I know very well that I can't afford to offend you.
Therefore, this little girl will not die.
Of course, the premise is that you do your best to treat him!"
The idea of the high priest of the Li tribe is very simple. The sacred tree is about to disappear. Now Gu Xuan is the biggest obstacle for him and the archangel to harvest the fruits of the sacred tree.
This obstacle must be stalled!
As long as Ye'er is seriously injured, Gu Xuan must stay to treat Ye'er, and then the archangel can control Chong Yiyi to pick the fruit of the sacred tree.
"The archangel and I have entered into an offensive and defensive alliance and made an oath.
Two fruits from the sacred tree, one for each person, he could not go back on his word.
If you can get a fruit from the sacred tree, it will be a worthwhile trip."
The High Priest of the Li Clan was thinking happily while slapping Ye'er more quickly with the other hand.
All of this, it sounds slow to say, but in fact, it is all played out between lightning and flint. Even the dialogue between Gu Xuan and the high priest of the Li clan is completed through soul transmission.
If so many words came out of his mouth, Ye'er might have been shot away!
But now, there is only three inches away from Ye'er being shot away and severely injured!
Ye'er has already felt a fatal crisis, haunting herself.
Although Gu Xuan went to the rescue as fast as lightning, he was still a little too late.
Seeing that Ye'er was about to be slapped on the forehead by the high priest of the Li clan, Ye'er had no intention of sitting still and waiting for death.
She didn't know that the high priest of the Li clan would not kill her, she only thought that the other party would definitely kill her.
Under the threat of death, Ye'er's potential was finally stimulated!
The three pairs of wings on her back were originally colorful and beautiful, but at this moment, bloody lines suddenly appeared on these three pairs of wings!
These bloody veins were extremely mysterious and possessed incredible power, which made Ye'er's momentum suddenly increase a lot.
A bloody light flashed in Ye'er's eyes.
"The Seven Transformations of the Confused Butterfly, the Seventh Transformation, Blood Control Holy Wings!"
Buzz!
Three pairs of wings with blood-colored stripes closed suddenly, like a cocoon, protecting Ye'er's body.
boom!
The palm of the Li Clan's high priest's hand that was originally slapping Ye'er's forehead hit hard on the cocoon-like butterfly wings.
The terrifying power was dispersed and resolved by the butterfly wings.
Ye'er's body was unscathed!
"How is that possible?"
The expression of the high priest of the Li clan changed.
Although his strength has been severely damaged, he is still the same saint who slaughters half-step saints like dogs. A palm with 90% strength cannot hurt the little girl in front of him at all?
How is this possible?
Just when the high priest of the Li clan was shocked, Gu Xuan's figure suddenly appeared next to Ye'er.
Gu Xuan's eyes were extremely cold.
"I said, if you dare to hurt her, I will destroy your soul!
Now, it's time for me to fulfill my promise."
Buzz!
The Heaven-Destroying Sword trembled in Gu Xuan's hand and emitted a dazzling golden light, seeming to be excited about the fact that he was about to kill a holy king.
call out!
Gu Xuan slashed at the high priest of the Li clan with one sword!
The terrifying sword intent, like a storm, enveloped the high priest of the force tribe.
There is nothing mysterious about this sword, nor any moves. There is only the endless anger that Gu Xuan poured into the Heaven-Slaying Sword!
And, extremely fast speed!
The face of the high priest of the Li clan changed drastically, and a crisis of death had enveloped him.
"No, don't kill me! Stop, Gu Xuan!
I didn’t want to kill her, you know, I didn’t want to kill her!”
The high priest of the Li clan begged and took action to resist.
He waved the Tongyou Pillar in his hand, which was the imperial weapon of the High Priest of the Li Clan and contained countless curse runes.
These curse runes flew out and connected with each other, like densely packed little snakes, spreading in the direction of Gu Xuan, trying to drag down the Heaven-Slaying Sword in Gu Xuan's hand!
Gu Xuan just smiled coldly.
Crackling.
Pure thunder and lightning power surged out from the Heaven-Destroying Sword, and it continued to thrust forward without hesitation!
The curse runes that were connected together and were as dense as small snakes immediately collapsed as soon as they came into contact with the power of thunder and lightning, without any hindrance to the Heaven-Slaying Sword!
These thunder and lightning powers contain a hint of heavenly calamity. It can be said that they are the nemesis of all curses in the world.
It is simply impossible to use them to block Gu Xuan's attack.
Chi!
There was a sound of flesh being pierced.
The Heaven-Destroying Sword penetrated the head of the High Priest of the Li Clan.
"How...is it possible..."
The high priest didn't react at all, and felt that his whole body was numb, and his whole body was flashing with lightning light, and he couldn't even move.
At the same time, a majestic soul power surged out from the Heaven-Slaying Sword, eroding away towards the soul of the High Priest of the Li Clan like a tide.
"No, I beg...you...don't..."
The high priest of the Li clan was extremely frightened. He did not expect that Gu Xuan was actually so cruel. Not only did he want to kill him, but he also wanted to completely annihilate his soul, not even giving him a chance to go to the Netherworld.
"This is the price you should pay!"
Gu Xuan snorted coldly.
The body of the Li Clan's high priest was completely turned into powder.
Even his soul was completely annihilated from this world.
Snap.
Tongyouzhu fell to the ground.
In this world, no matter how high the priest is, there is no more powerless clan.
"Are you okay, Ye'er?"
Gu Xuan waved his hand and summoned Tongyou Pillar into his hand.
The butterfly wings, which protected the leaves like cocoons, quickly opened.
"I'm fine, Young Master Xuan, hurry up and save Sister Yiyi!"
Ye'er looked worried.
Gu Xuan nodded, put away the Tongyou Pillar, and prepared to fly towards the sky.
But after flying ten feet high, Gu Xuan seemed to remember something and stopped.
He waved his hand and a burst of energy lifted Ye'er up.
"You come with me!"
Ye'er was stunned and didn't understand what Gu Xuan was doing with her when he went to rescue Chong Yiyi.
However, since Gu Xuan asked her to go, he must have deep intentions, and she would certainly not refuse.
The two of them flew into the sky together.
At this time, Chongyiyi had been brought to the fruit of the sacred tree by the archangel.
There are five thin silk threads on the fingers of the archangel's right hand.
These silk threads are connected to Chongyiyi's body and control Chongyiyi's movements.
Chong Yiyi's right hand slowly reached towards the fruit of the sacred tree.
"You can't even hope to succeed!"
Chong Yiyi gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist the Archangel's drive.
"As long as you pick these two sacred tree fruits, I will let you go!
Otherwise, I will kill you!
You are the hope of the Celestial Insect Clan, you must not die.
I don't understand what you are resisting. You already have a fruit from the sacred tree. Even if I pick these two fruits, it will have no effect on you at all.
Give up resistance, be driven by me, and help me pick these two sacred tree fruits!"
The archangel's voice was full of bewitching meaning.
His eyes were no longer as calm as before, but there was a trace of anxiety.
The sacred tree had become very dim and was about to disappear. But below, Gu Xuan actually killed the high priest of the Li clan with one sword and flew towards the direction of Chong Yiyi.
His strength has far surpassed his own.
Once he arrives, he will no longer be able to pick the fruits of the sacred tree.
How can this make the Archangel not anxious?
"Quick, pick it quickly!"
The archangel urged, although it was of no use.
What is useful is the puppet thread in his hand.
A drop of essence and blood sank into the silk thread that controlled Chong Yiyi's right hand.
An irresistible force immediately acted on Chong Yiyi's right hand.
After all, her right hand was getting closer and closer to the fruit of the sacred tree. It was only an inch away from being able to pick off a fruit of the sacred tree!
"You can never get the fruit of the sacred tree!
You want to control this saint's hand, right? Then I'll give this hand to you!"
Chong Yiyi smiled coldly.
The archangel's expression changed.
"What do you want to do? No-"
The archangel wanted to stop it, but unfortunately, it was already too late.
With a bang, Chong Yiyi's hands and feet all exploded.
"Without your limbs, let me see how you can let me help you pick the fruits of the sacred tree!"
Chong Yiyi snorted coldly.
The Archangel looked gloomy.
"Although things have become a little more difficult, it would be too naive for you to want to stop me!
The sacred tree recognizes your soul, not your body.
I can still pick the fruits of the sacred tree!" (To be continued)