052 Nine-tailed Fairy Fox

"Do you know that you did this the other day? You can't kill me even if you do this."

In the words, a white jade hand stretched out in the firelight, and his hands were made into orchid fingers. With this gentle flick, Liang Yichen could no longer be shaken. The first half of his sentence was said to the dead Qingwu Zhenren, and the second half was said to Liang Yichen, who was angry.

The firelight gradually dissipated.

Yan Ji was unharmed, but she completely changed her temperament.

At this time, she was dressed in a fiery silk dress, revealing half of her lotus arm, and a black pattern on her forehead, which was shaped like a fiery black fox. There were thin clouds and mist under her feet. It seemed that she could step on the clouds at any time. Her eyes were as blue as water. At a glance, she was full of thousands of charms, and the four words of the country could not be shaped. Let her suffocating beauty.

Is this the real appearance of the thousand-year-old fox demon Yan Ji?

However, no matter how beautiful she is and how charming she is, it is difficult to shake the heart of any Tianyuan disciple on the sword casting platform. After the conster, all they had in their hearts was anger, anger at the death of the real person, and anger at the behavior of this monster.

Even Yang Zifan, who has always been gentle, ignited a raging anger. He realized that the flames on real people were so familiar. He didn't know where he had seen it, and there was no impression in his mind. But what made him angry was not here, but the pale white airflow floating on the thousand-year-old fox demon Yanji's body at this time, which was fairy spirit. He couldn't be more familiar with it. In the past few days on Penglai Fairy Island, he could come into contact with it every day. In this way, the smell and the smell had been deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Why? Is there so much hatred for a fairy to come to kill mortals? Can't it be solved when Yuhua ascends the immortality? Shouldn't he get a thorough understanding and get out of the world? Questions filled his head, and the flames of anger had covered his usual reason. He raised his fingers, his fingertips trembled slightly, and pointed to Yan Ji and said angrily, "You are a fairy. Why do you still want to kill him? You know that mortal magic is useless to you? Why do you still want to watch him die?"

As soon as this came out, everyone was shocked. Everyone on the sword casting platform looked at Yang Zifan, who had been hiding aside, and didn't understand what he was talking about?

Tianbao said, "Zifan, what are you talking about?"

Yan Ji's heart trembled when she heard Yang Zifan's angry voice. She didn't expect that this inconspicuous little monk could see her identity, but it was precisely this identity that said the pain in her heart. She looked at Yang Zifan with a smile, and her silver bell-like voice echoed on the mountain.

Such a smile must have been admitted, and everyone was stunned again. Just now they were angry, but now that they know that Yan Ji has become an immortal, they have to examine her cultivation and how mortal monks can beat immortals.

They looked at me and I looked at you. I didn't know how to do it for a while.

The three real people immediately recovered from their astonishment and looked at each other. They all saw the affirmation from each other's eyes. They smiled indifferently and covered Yan Ji's soul-catching laughter. I only heard a cry: "Mimao Tiandao, I want to know, Weiming Tiandao, I want to know it. Even if it is ten thousand years of reincarnation, there is only one thought left, and the sky will not die.

The three real people stood awe-handedly and turned their heads to stare at the charming woman in front of them. The momentum was not weak at all. They must have been ready to fight to the death.

The disciples behind him deserved it in unison: "Go!" Then he sat cross-legged and looked at death.

Yan Ji suddenly laughed. The laughter was desolate and sad. A pair of beautiful eyes stared at Yang Zifan not far away and said sadly, "Kid, what do you know?" Then he inspected a group of disciples of the Tianyuan faction and said, "What do you know? Fairy, haha! I did become an immortal and became a heavenly fox. She stared at Liang Yichen in front of her again: "What did I get? What did my child get? What did my husband get? What did I do wrong again?"

Her questions were one after another, and her tone was colder and colder one by one. In the end, even her face was as cold as frost. She looked around the whole Tianyuan faction and said, "All this is caused by your Tianyuan faction. If the old ghost of Tianhe can't come out today, I will let the Tianyuan faction blood flow into a river. Resentment covers the sky and the white moon, even if it kills make me turn me I'm not afraid of being a demon!"

After saying that, she pointed out gently. Liang Yichen snorted, and the golden Zhenyuan on her body flashed, but it was torn apart like a piece of paper. The whole person was blown out by invisible strength and hit Qingming.

Qingming's real face was dark, and a round, water-like Zhenyuan appeared in his hand. He raised his arm, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Liang Yichen.

But just as he reached out to take over Liang Yichen, a powerful force hit him fiercely through Liang Yichen's body, suddenly tore up the self-born Zhenyuan protection on his body, and pressed him to kneel on the sword casting platform. He tried his best to stand up to make himself look not so bad, but in immortal cultivation In front of Tianhu Yanji, what can his cultivation in the empty underworld period be?

"Puff!" He raised his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood. He half knelt on the ground and fainted with Liang Yichen in his hand.

With just one finger, there is no power to fight against a Yuanying period and an empty underworld period. This power is really too big.

"Brother!" Qinghui Zhenren shouted, trying to go back to explore what happened to Qingming Zhenren.

But Yan Ji ignored the two, raised her hands again, pressed, and a destructive force turned into a palm and fell from the sky.

Tianbao's real face changed greatly and shouted, "Ten thousand swords are united."

After saying that, the giant sword on the Wanjian array turned into a colorful boundary to protect everyone. Almost at the same time, all the disciples of the Tianyuan School on the sword casting platform used their lifelong cultivation.

But if the opponent is a fairy master, how can the mortal monk resist it?

Only hearing the sound of the "thorn", the defensive boundary formed by the giant sword was crushed to pieces. Influenced by the boundary, more than 20 disciples on the sword casting platform fell for a time.

The remaining half were forced to open their eyes and have no strength to fight, but there was no fear in their eyes. Instead, they still pinched the seal to maintain the last point of Zhenyuan of their whole body to maintain only an inch of light left in the sky.

The corners of Yan Ji's eyes trembled, and her hand was completely pressed down.

The huge power completely beat the giant sword into its original shape. More than 20 flying swords were broken or damaged and fell everywhere, but the palm of the hand did not disappear and resolutely fell on the casting platform.

"Boom."

It's not just the sword casting platform, but the whole back mountain shakes violently, and the dust all over the sky covers the world and is in chaos. In this chaos, there was a pair of eyes looking around anxiously. He was Yang Zifan, perhaps because he saw Yan Ji's real body at a glance and let Yan Ji show mercy to him. When the huge palm fell in the air, he was suddenly wrapped in a force until the raging power of the huge palm disappeared. But such a search was blind and useless. He dragged all his fellow brothers with breath to the edge of the sword casting platform. At this time, he hoped that he had countless jade toad pills, which might save them, but everything was in vain.

How powerful the power of Tianhu is, only this move of the Tianyuan faction will bleed like a river on the sword casting platform. Yang Zifan sat on the flat ground on that side in vain, losing his mind.

For the first time, he hated himself. Obviously, he practiced the best cultivation formula in the fairyland, but he could not help them. Obviously, he could not save a person. Suddenly, he found that he was actually nothing, but at most a poor person.

"Ah!" He shouted loudly, and his desolate voice seemed to win the pity of the wind. The night wind danced and blew away the dust all over the sky, revealing a clear world.

The sword casting platform is full of wolf, and the cyan stone slabs are no longer there, and the flat ground is more than 100 feet cut off by the force. At this time, it seems that it is like a dry pool, and the bottom of the pool has been newly turned over.

Yan Ji stood on the "shore" and looked down at the low place.

There was a man holding a sword, like a statue, and squatting there slightly. The cyan robe on his body had already been broken. As soon as it was blown by the wind, it turned into a pile of flying ash, revealing his already congested muscles. He raised his head slightly, his eyes were full of blood, and his pale face was exposed with blue veins. At this time, he Yang Zifan, who was looking at him not far away, smiled faintly.