020 Emperor Shitian

I came back to life. I came back on the 11th and began to update on the 1st.

Friends who like to watch continue to support it, and it will not be interrupted later!

The sound spread leisurely, as if it came from the ancient Qiongyin. The first time I saw it die under it, and the second time I saw it Qinglin missing under the cliff.

But at this moment, in the night, the sound of the spell floated again. Yang Zifan became more and more heartbroken. Finally, he simply closed the corners of his eyes, stepped under his feet, pointed to the sky and the ground with his body, and shouted: "Weak water formula."

The sky suddenly opened a door, as if a large area of light leaked out. The light was blue, but in the blue, the sound of rolling water had to be heard. It was the sound of weak water rolling down in the sky.

The man on the ground and the man in the attic were shocked at the same time: "It's the secret of the Tianyuan School."

You have to escape in a hurry, but the secret of the Tianyuan faction is not comparable to ordinary spells. As soon as the weak water formula comes out, it will be blocked within five miles. It is completely impossible to escape by means of cultivating immortals in the mortal world.

The weak water fell all over the sky, and everyone on the ground found that they could not leave. For a moment, they lit up all kinds of Zhenyuan to resist the huge waves falling like a flood.

But all immortals will be boneless and dissolved in weak water, which can ordinary mortals resist?

The weak water fell, and the Zhenyuan on the ground was smashed by stones like colorful eggs. For a while, there was a terrible sound that had not fallen for a long time.

After the weak water retreated, I saw the white bones on the ground. I don't know how many guards of Emperor Chu died. Even the powerful flying dragon, flying tiger and flying phoenix have turned into a pile of bloody mud. Only one shot, bow and one knife could distinguish the three people. Luo Shangsang looked in horror as if he was just still fighting with him. General Feifeng had turned into a pile of rotten meat, his face was pale, his body was churning, and he almost spit it out.

There is no living mouth where the power of the whole weak water formula comes. Only the two powerful mysterious figures are not dead, but one has lost half of his arms, and one fell to the ground and gasped. He breathed less. Obviously, he can't live long.

Si Nanxiao stared at this scene. It was not until Yang Zifan sighed that he woke up and remembered that Yang Zifan had joked to him that he was a Tianyuan faction in Rainbow Town. At that time, he thought it was a joke and didn't expect it to be true.

The two divine formulas of the Tianyuan School, one heavenly formula, the weak water formula, are what I heard of when I was a child. Today, I can see a kind of divine formula and know that the power is so great.

"It turns out that you are from the Tianyuan faction. Once you destroy my hundreds of years of cultivation, I won't make you feel better if I die."

The man who lost half of his arm on the ground struggled to stand up and suddenly shouted that Yang Zifan looked cold. How could he give him a chance to do it? The figure had appeared behind the next moment, holding the wide knife of General Flying Tiger in his hand, and a drop of warm blood fell to the ground on the blade. The man raised his hand and wanted to point back, but he couldn't twist the weight of his body. Blood splashed, and his whole body broke and fell down.

After Yang Zifan killed him, he was not finished. He picked up the wide knife and walked to another mysterious man. His hand fell, and the blood stained the night red again. After doing all this, he threw away his knife and said to Si Nanxiao and Luo Shangshang, "Let's go."

Luo Shangshang covered his mouth. After watching this scene, he took a look at Si Nan Xiaoxiao. Si Nan Xiaoxiao winced at her, and the two followed Yang Zifan silently.

Yang Zifan didn't say anything all the way forward. He flew outside the imperial city before he suddenly fell down and squatted at the foot of the imperial city and vomited.

After all, this is his first real murder, and he can't feel good if he kills so many people at once.

Luo Shangshang comforted: "Yang Zifan, they should be killed. If we don't kill them, we can't escape."

Yang Zifan squatted on the ground and was silent. His brain was full of bloody scenes. His stomach and stomach in his body were churning again. He vomited but there was nothing. He stumbled up and walked two or three steps along the wall before he stood firm.

But at this time, a touch of crimson flashed in the sky. A crane-haired childish figure appeared on the head of the city, threw the monk's hat in his hand at the head of the city, looked at Yang Zifan under the city and sneered and said, "I just let you run away, but I made a big mistake."

Yang Zifan tried his best to resist the continuous stomach, raised his head and laughed, "Do you regret it now? What on earth do you regret?

The man's faint eyebrows suddenly shrank together and said angrily, "You just killed my two apprentices."

Yang Zifan stood up and laughed and said, "That's because they don't have enough cultivation. When they meet on a narrow road, only one person can come out."

The man took off the flute at his waist, and the robe in blue was bulging in the wind. He said gloomyly, "Then let's see if you go or me this time."

Yang Zifan sweated coldly. He deeply knew that this man was absolutely unable to beat him. This was not his fear, or anything, but a complete gap in strength. Since he appeared here leisurely to ask what he had realized, Yang Zifan knew himself. Absolutely can't beat him. The breath on this person is so close to Uncle Houshan Long of the Tianyuan faction. I'm afraid he has survived the disaster, but he still stays in the mortal world.

It is impossible to defeat the master of the immortals with the cultivation of the three of them. Yang Zifan bent down and turned his head, looked at Si Nanxiao and Luo Shangshang, and whispered, "Run..."

Si Nanxiao and Luo Shangshang couldn't believe their ears and thought they had heard it wrong.

Yang Zifan said again, "Run..." His voice was so low and helpless.

Si Nanxiao and Luo Shangshang hesitated for a moment. Yang Zifan suddenly jumped up and pulled a thin line in the air. The next moment, he rushed to the man.

The man sneered and had a little flute in his hand. Yang Zifan was hit hard and flew back to knock down a large area of trees outside the imperial city.

Yang Zifan jumped up again and shouted at Si Nanxiao and Luo Shangshang beside him, "Run, do you hear me?"

Si Nan Xiaoxiao and Luo Shangshang have never talked about Yang Zifan's eyes like this. They know that he must be telling the truth, but will they leave? Will you leave him again?

The answer is negative.

Si Nan Xiaoxiao and Luo Shangshang jumped up with Yang Zifan almost at the same time. Si Nan Xiaoxiao shouted, "Cut it off." The golden armored warrior complex, and the whole person turned into a golden armored warrior and split the man's head with a sword.

Luo Shangshang shouted: "Flying plums are like snow." A large area of white light rolled to the man's feet like snowflakes, and all the vegetation turned into dead ashes.

Yang Zifan shouted: "Yes." The most powerful word of the secret, but the man's face just changed, and the flute waved out again.

"Thorn", a sound of a piece of paper tearing came. Yang Zifan shouted in pain, and the spiritual sense in his mind was like being cut by someone, and the severe pain almost made him unconscious.

At the same time, as soon as the man closed the flute, a circle of crimson light flashed on his body, and Si Nanxiao and Luo Shangshang rushed to him one after another, and the real yuan on his body suddenly disappeared and fell to the ground.

Yang Zifan said secretly, "It's not good." Zhang Mu went to look for Si Nanxiao and Luo Shangshang, and saw them half kneeling on the ground, covering their mouths with their hands, and the blood was still overflowing. His heart ached and jumped out again, and the thousand-year-old iron wood pine had appeared in his hand.

The man looked at it with a sneer and didn't move his finger. The thousand-year-old ironwood pine suddenly closed. Yang Zifan shouted, "Move." The figure has flashed behind the man, and the thousand-year-old iron pine was split again, but it was immediately taken back and shouted again, "Move." This time it suddenly appeared on his left side. But Yang Zifan still did not fall with a stick, because he felt that the man seemed to have seen through all his movements. As long as he waved the stick out, the other party would kill himself here.

"Move...Move...Move..." He moved five or six times in a row, and it was still the same. Yang Zifan was furious and shouted, "Yes."

The man smiled, but the "determined" formula was completely useless to him, but Yang Zifan's stick still fell down. The man said coldly, "Remember that my name is Di Shitian." The piccolo in his hand was seen with the naked eye, but it fell faster than the thousand-year-old iron pine in Yang Zifan's hand. Yang Zifan suddenly shouted, "Break it." The man was slightly surprised, and his arms just trembled, and still landed steadily on Yang Zifan's chest.

The thousand-year-old ironwood pine fell an inch away from Emperor Shitian's forehead, as if it had been fixed there and could no longer move. Yang Zifan's face was unwilling and moved his arm violently, but he was so powerless.

The night wind is bleak, blowing the monk's clothes and robes. The two stood so strangely in the air.

The blood spilling from Yang Zifan's mouth broke the calm, and the power contained in the piccolo rushed into his body, sweeping all the meridians like a storm.

"Let me lie down at ease!" Emperor Shitian received the flute.

Yang Zifan rolled over the wall like a ball, and the wall was broken. Si Nanxiao in the distance flew over with the last bit of strength in his body and brought the seriously injured Yang Zifan back.

Di Shitian allowed them to take away the injured, stood in the air, and played the piccolo.

Yang Zifan looked at the two, and the blood in his mouth gushed out uncontrollably. Luo Shangshang hurriedly stopped stopping the bleeding for him. Yang Zifan held Si Nan Xiaoxiao tightly and said in a daze, "Go, go quickly, live... and... have a chance..."

Si Nanxiao was silent and looked up at the unscathed Emperor Shitian in the sky, and the blue veins on his face were exposed. When he was about to rush up, Yang Zifan suddenly grabbed him tightly and shouted, "Go, go quickly."

Luo Shangshang sobbed, and Si Nanxiao looked at Yang Zifan holding his hand tightly, "Ah!" With a wild scream, he broke the broken bricks around him, and held Yang Zifan and shouted, "If you want to live, you must live, and I will come back..."

Turn around and pull up Luo Shangshang, step up the wind, and transform into a breeze and fly north.

————