Chapter 118 Purple Clothes for Escape

Lin Feng's eyes are about to be angry. The sword emperor, who has a great success, has stepped into the realm of sword immortals with one foot, and his soul is really powerful. Among other things, the sword spirit from the soul alone has condensed into his own kendo. As long as he devours and absorbs him, the benefits will be much better than the soul of the previous swallowed Sword Emperor.

"It's time, do you still want to struggle?" Lin Feng roared, and a golden light shot out of his eyebrows. This time, the thought trembled a little as soon as it appeared. It seemed that the kendo from the soul had put invisible pressure on him.

Three golden lights were shot out in a row, and three huge golden ideas appeared. The four ideas turned into four tiger heads and rushed to the soul of the sword emperor. Soon the soul was fragmented and was sent back to the idea space after being swallowed by the idea.

"You have no way to choose. I can kill the sword emperor and can't even enter reincarnation. What kind of resistance can you sword emperors with medium and low cultivation?" After solving the sword emperor, Lin Feng sat in the position of the head who represented his identity, stared at the protectors of the sword sect and the film sect with bad eyes, and constantly exerted mental pressure in terms of momentum and language.

"Hmm, those who don't submit will be killed without mercy." At this time, the sword shadow was also very cooperative and snorted coldly. Taking a step forward, the power momentum of 'pseudo-fairy' suddenly broke out on his body. The guardians of those sword sects have been shaken after the death of Jian Tianzi. At this time, how can they resist the pressure of the two super masters without the backbone? They will soon kneel down and give in. And the six guardians of the movie clan, without the support of the sword emperor, the sword shadow's decades of prestige quickly made them collapse. He knelt on the ground and cried and cried, angrily scolding the sword emperor for deceiving them and so on.

Lin Feng waved his hand and asked them to leave the hall. "I will meditate here for a period of time. From now on, there will be sword shadows to direct you to reorganize the territory of Jianzong. Without my order, no one can step out of the territory of Jianzong.

"Yes, young master."

With the shadow of the sword, those 14 new sword emperors can't make much trouble. Lin Feng had just devoured the soul of the sword emperor. The original power was absorbed by the resentful spirit split to nourish the fire of the soul core, and the remaining torrent of swords rolled into the main idea.

This torrent of swordsmanship is ten times stronger than any previous time. Lin Feng felt that his idea seemed to be unable to withstand the impact of this force.

"The split." There is an idea from the main idea. The resentful spirit who was practicing in the distance opened his eyes, and two thunder and lightning purple light shot out. After a crackling sound, the evolution of the sword in the main and secondary ideas actually slowed down.

"It really works." Lin Feng was overjoyed.

Then there is a strange phenomenon. Every once in a while, the resentful spirit split hits two purple lightning lights, and the speed of the idea evolution of kendo slows down, so that it will not be broken because it can't withstand the impact of the torrent of sword.

The Jianzong Hall has become the second forbidden place of Jianzong. There are two immortals living in the first forbidden place, and the disciples of Jianzong are very respected. For the people in the second forbidden place, everyone in the field of Jianzong is more in awe than admiration.

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The Beast Gate in the big world is very uneasy these days, and it is busy with one thing inside and outside. The direct granddaughter of the Qingtian elder in the Presbyterian is getting married. The married person is Han Xin, the direct grandson of another burning elder in the Senate. For this marriage, the disciples have no other ideas except envying Zi Yi. But the inner disciples are different. They all vaguely understand the helplessness behind the marriage.

Qingtian's elder has been staying in the seven-level life disaster of Daohua for more than a thousand years. In the past thousand years, there has been no progress in cultivation. His longevity is almost over, and his road to cultivation of immortals is about to an end. And the burning elder still has a long life of more than 600 years. Ziyi and his direct grandson Han Xin became a double monk for her future. If Qingtian's elder regrets his marriage, no one dares to touch the brother and sister in purple now, but when Qingtian dies, the brother and sister may not be so good.

So this marriage is more appropriate than 'forced marriage'.

Just as the whole Xianmen was preparing for the wedding of the direct grandson of the two elders, a hot news quickly spread all over the inside and outside, and Wu Ziyi disappeared. There was no trace left, as if it had suddenly disappeared from the world.

Escape from marriage is everyone's first thought.

However, there was no response in the Presbyterian House, and any idiot from Xianmen would take the initiative to provoke this topic, so the marriage between the two elders finally became a joke in everyone's hearts. I don't know whether it's a silly smile or a joke about Han Xin's incompetence. No one knows what's going on.

In the Qingtian Senate, both grandfathers and grandchildren look low. Usually, the romantic winds converge casually, and stand beside Qingtian seriously.

For a long time, Qingtian sighed, "If your parents hadn't disappeared for more than ten years, Grandpa wouldn't have taken this road. Since Ziyi would rather die than marry, let's let her go.

"Grandpa, how should I explain the burning elder? That old man is not a good stubble, especially that Han Xin will definitely stir up trouble. I'm afraid that he will send someone to kill his sister in purple in anger. The wind was a little worried.

"Don't worry about this. Although the child in purple usually has a straight face, he is delicate and old-fashioned. I have got the news that the child put on makeup to find my good friend Windxinger.

"Feng Xingzhe, did Grandpa say that Ziyi went to find my master?" The wind was relieved this time, "It doesn't matter if my master is here."

Just when the grandfather and grandson thought that the purple clothes were safe and worry-free, the purple clothes had come to the entrance of the abyss of the sword mound. Standing beside her stood a sloppy old man with eyes that seemed to have not woken up yet.

The old man couldn't help but gasp and said feebly, "Son, have you really decided to enter the abyss of the sword mound? Isn't it just escaping from marriage? What's the big deal? At worst, Grandpa Feng will go back to the Beast Spirit Gate with you. If there is an old man who comes forward, he will also have to give some thin face to the old man who is burned at the stake.

There is a firm look in the purple clothes's eyes, "Grandpa Feng, the purple clothes have made up your mind. I'm very grateful to you for protecting me personally this time. Zi Yi is very grateful.

'Ha...' The old man sighed again, "If you are strong enough, Grandpa Feng can blow you here with just one breath. But you are lucky. It happens that I wake up, and it only takes a few hours to give you a ride. A few months ago, a guy riding a fast dragon eagle was unlucky and woke me up. I also took a breath. I don't know if the boy is finished. Hahaha, even if he is still alive, he will probably be scared to death.

If Lin Feng was here, he would be really scared to death when he heard this sentence.

Ziyi smiled gently and gave a thumbs up. "Grandpa Feng is a famous wind traveler in the world of cultivation. He can cross thousands of miles in one step, and even some big monks in the regular world are not as good as sighing. It's a pity that my brother has only learned one in ten thousand of your old skills, and he is not even as good as fur.

"Hahaha, you girl is not only beautiful, but also her little mouth is so sweet. No wonder Han Xin is forced to marry. Well, since you insist on entering, Grandpa has nothing to give you, so I'll give you a few protective spiritual weapons. The wind walker waved his hand, and four aura- compelling spiritual weapons appeared in front of him. One is a soft close-fitting armor, a flying sword and a pair of bracelets.

"Because you are not a disciple of Taoism, you can't directly control the spiritual weapons without soul power. However, Grandpa Feng has planted a little spiritual knowledge on these four spiritual weapons, and also refined the mind power to control the seal array. You can control them through the mind power, and you can protect you four times when you are in danger. Hey, kids, take them with you."

Looking at these four spiritual weapons, his purple eyes turned red, but he still reached out to take them. After wearing it, he stepped into the void fracture layer in the concerned eyes of the wind walker.

"Oh, Optimus Prime, Optimus Prime, the older you get, the more confused you are." Windrunner couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, then looked up around and immediately shocked, "Why are there so many five-level poisonous beasts guarding this void fracture layer so much at once? The sixth-level poisonous beast also seems to be seriously injured. Has an old guy come in?