"Forget it, living is also a pain for you, so I'll give you a ride." Ye Yunji said leisurely, slapped his forehead with a palm.
This time, everyone finally saw clearly how he took action. This palm was light and agile, like a floating cloud floating by, but also grand and grand, as if it contained supreme majesty.
Not to mention that Shen Tu Yu had suffered severe damage at this time, even if he was not injured, he was still unaware of his own knowledge. He was in his prime and could not stop this palm that was calm but natural. There was no point in resisting it.
, He was slapped on the forehead by the young man opposite him. He saw his whole body tremble, instantly petrified, standing blankly in place.
In an instant, a clear divine light seemed to flash in Shentu Yu's eyes, and a relief smile appeared on his wooden mummy-like face.
A breeze blows by, and the already dry body turns into dust bit by bit, dissipating with the wind. Illusory lights float up from his body, outlining a handsome hazy face in the air, with a relaxed smile
, quietly disappeared.
The former strongest man of the Shengyuan Sect disappeared silently and completely in front of him and in the world.
There was a dead silence around. The disciples of the Shengyuan Sect opened their mouths, not sure whether they were shocked or silly. No one could make a sound, but their eyes became extremely strange.
Shen Tu Yu's loyalty to the sect is naturally unquestionable, so he traumatized his soul and refined himself into the soul-killing body with extremely firm belief. But under the pain of the soul-killing pain, he must have regretted it, otherwise he would be wiped out.
At the moment, there will be no such relief smile.
"Sir, Elder!" Yuan Daoling didn't feel that much emotion. Looking at the dissipated phantom of Shen Tu Yu in the air, he let out a heart-wrenching cry.
Shentu Yu, Yu Wenbo, and Yuan Shengqing, the three soul-killing bodies are the greatest reliance of the Shengyuan Sect, and they are also the hope of returning to the Wuji Holy Heaven and reappearing the glory of their ancestors. Now one is seriously injured, and the other is completely destroyed.
Death before his eyes, his heart was also shattered by an invisible sword.
"You dare to kill my elders and destroy his soul-killing Taoist body. I want to kill you and kill you!" In extreme grief and anger, Yuan Daoling completely lost his mind and brought two other soul-killing Taoist bodies with him.
Together, they rushed towards the night clouds.
The strength of the eighth-level Emperor Saint was extremely exciting. Yuan Daoling's hair and hair were wide open, and his murderous aura was heavy.
Influenced by his mind, the other two soul-killing bodies also had ferocious faces, and black fog was filled with their bodies, releasing aura of cold and suppressed death that was extremely cold.
Weng Yuanming, Zhen Fengliu and others all looked solemn. The three emperor saints eighth grades were not sure whether Ye Yunji and Gu Fenghua could deal with it, or, plus Luo Enen and others, should it be enough? As for them,
It doesn't even have to think too much about it. Even if you sacrifice your life, you will definitely not be the match for these three people.
The eyes naturally turned to Luo Enen and the others, but it was obvious that they were thinking too much. Ye Yunji's face still had a faint smile, and he didn't give Luo Enen and the others a chance to take action, and he didn't even give Gu
Fenghua took the opportunity to take action, so he took a step forward and slowly slapped his palms.
Without shocking action, without changing the weather, Yuan Daoling beat up suddenly and flew out like a kite with broken strings. And the two palms that looked extremely slow were also greeted by Yuan Shangqing on the left and right.