Chapter six hundred and eighty third, three people work together
"Beautiful job, Elder Shi."
Zhu Qianjue praised this.
This burly man is nothing but Shi Chong. Three years have passed, and his figure has become more and more burly, and his breath is as thick and solid as the earth, giving people a very reliable feeling.
After Lin Xi disappeared, he was also practicing desperately.
Finally, he successfully broke through to the Nascent Soul realm not long ago.
But even so, he still did not have the airs of a Nascent Soul monk, his innocent heart and honest smile suddenly made people feel reliable.
Hearing Zhu Qianjue's praise, Shi Chong scratched his head embarrassedly.
"Damn it, what's this?" Ying Tian Zhenjun crawled out of the deep pit with some difficulty, his face covered in dust and blood.
Obviously, Shi Chong's blow from the sky caused him a considerable damage.
Ying Tian Zhenjun walked out step by step, his skills were activated, his breath flowed, the dust on his body suddenly disappeared, and the blood stains on his face gradually disappeared.
When you reach this state, your mind can change the outside world.
The spiritual energy around him rushed in frantically, and his injuries quickly recovered.
How can a god-transforming monk be so easy to solve?
King Ying Tian recovered in an instant, of course, at least on the surface, he recovered.
His expression was extremely cold: "I remember you, Shi Chong, a disciple of Qingyun Sect. It seems that Qingyun Sect is ready to completely tear his face."
Although the forces of both sides have been competing in secret.
But at least it is calm on the surface.
Because once a war breaks out, it will definitely be a huge disaster for the world of immortal cultivation.
Moreover, Qingyun Sect is at an absolute disadvantage, so it has always been very restrained to avoid head-on conflicts, which also makes other sects not have the opportunity to attack.
Now that Qingyun Sect wants to protect this witch, there is a reason to start a war.
Zhu Qianjue said coldly: "You are sick, haven't you heard me say it? He is Elder Shi from my Love Valley, not from Qingyun Sect."
"Huh?" Ying Tianzhenjun frowned: "Breaking out of the sect?"
"What does it mean to rebel from the sect? It is called free escape from the sect." Zhu Qianjue said disdainfully: "I have strong strength in Youhui Valley, and someone has left the original power to join us. Isn't this a normal thing?"
Ying Tian Zhenjun is full of black lines.
Such a ridiculous reason, you can actually say it.
He was too lazy to continue to argue about such things.
"You are proud to be able to hurt me. Next, you will die." The fire of anger in the heart of Zhenjun Ying Tian was burning.
He was actually injured by a junior, and was seriously injured, which made him unacceptable.
Only by killing them can you vent your anger.
The Emperor's Sword slashed down again, with an unparalleled majesty.
Seeing this, Shi Chong naturally stepped forward, sacrificed the Sky-Dangling Bell, and used the extremely thick walls and soil. His whole body was like a solid mountain, blocking the Emperor's Sword.
Buzz!!
The terrible fluctuations fluctuated out.
Shi Chong took three steps back, but he blocked the sword without any obstacles.
King Ying Tian was shocked: "What!"
A Nascent Soul monk actually blocked his sword.
He seemed to have forgotten that Shi Chong fell from the sky just now and injured him with his own weapon, but he also hit the ground without any injuries.
Such defense is enough to go against the will of heaven.
Shi Chong's eyes were full of firmness.
He focused everything on defense entirely.
Because he wants to protect Qingyun Sect, protect all those who want to protect, and does not want his friends to suffer from danger again.
With such obsession, it seems that even heaven and earth are making way for him.
A spacious avenue was clearly presented to him.
Shi Chong walked out of his own immortal path.
Ying Tian Zhenjun looked at Shi Chong and vaguely understood something. His face was gloomy and terrifying. The power of the emperor broke out on his body, and a terrifying storm swept across the audience: "Go to die!"
He knew that all the people in front of him would die.
Otherwise, every growth will bring huge trouble.
And just as he was about to make some moves, he felt that the space around him was frozen again.
This is the feeling again.
It feels like it is so deep that it is hard to move forward.
"What exactly is this?" Ying Tian Zhenjun was furious.
If it weren't for this force, he wouldn't have been hit by Shi Zhong head-on.
Zhu Qianjue controlled the Divine Fire Array and attacked, his eyes were like flames, and he wanted to burn everything: "Who told you that we only have two people."
The surging sea of fire surged, and three kinds of divine fires alternately reflected, as if they were isolated from the yin and yang of life and death, and the vast world.
Ying Tian Zhenjun only felt as if he was in magma, and his skin was burned by the high temperature.
"ah!"
Ying Tian Zhenjun growled in pain.
Space vibration.
The road is disordered.
Everything seemed to flow backwards in a low growl, and the flames were about to disappear.
Such supernatural powers are truly incomparable.
"It's worthy of being a god." Zhu Qianjue gritted his teeth, pinched the magic trick, kept chanting spells in his mouth, and tried his best to control the divine fire: "Burn it for me!"
The flames finally pressed down heavily again.
Sweeping the world.
Breathing out endless light.
King Yingtian was swallowed by the surging sea of fire.
"Hu..." Zhu Qianjue breathed a sigh of relief: "It's successful now."
In the void around him, a calm expression but with a charm of Taoism, and his every move of fairy light flowed. The extraordinary man walked out, and his eyes were extremely clear.
The spirit is as rich as jade, and the immortality is beyond the dust.
These eight words may be the best words to describe him.
He held an extremely mysterious picture in his hand. The picture was fluctuating inexplicably, as if it could twist the avenue. It was obviously a rare treasure.
"Elder Yun, you're doing a pretty job." Zhu Qianjue praised.
Yun Zhilan nodded: "It's pretty good. Fortunately, my Halloween Art has reached the eighth level and can exert the power of the Halloween Picture by 50%, otherwise it would be difficult to trap him."
He has been waiting in the dark.
The two perfect controls of the timing successfully helped them defeat the god-transforming monks.
Shi Chong and Yun Zhilan became elders of Youhui Valley under the repeated invitation of Zhu Qianjue. This rescue operation can be said to be planned by the three of them.
And in the past three years, such things have obviously happened more than once.
The cooperation between the three people can be said to be quite perfect.
At this moment, the spiritual cocoon unfolded.
The sunset is converging.
Zi Yue appeared in the spiritual cocoon, her face was a little pale and her breath was messy. She forced herself to cheer up: "I want to thank you again this time for saving me."
"What is Sister Ziyue saying?" Zhu Qianjue shook his head and said, "If it weren't for your broken magic weapon, how could we win?"
Ziyue smiled, a little sad: "Let's leave first."
Everyone nodded.
And just as everyone was about to leave.
The surging flames were suddenly torn apart, and a pair of huge hands filled with terrifying aura poked down from the clouds, and a grand and shocking voice like a god came.