063 Langbatian

Yang Zifan was shocked, but he had no choice but to think of the safety of Qinglin, so he shouted, "But it's not wrong that you are a magic star. I would rather kill the wrong person than kill you." So the second mark of the four-phase array will be printed with both hands.

"It's a bad baby, but it's a pity that you're late." Just as Yang Zifan waved his hand to display the second mark, Guangtuan shouted in pain and stretched out two white palms from his body, one left and one right. With a sudden pull, the light ball was torn in half. The magic star king swaggered out and said arrogantly, "Good apprentice, I'm going out."

As he finished speaking, he shouted, "Fantasy Star*." In an instant, the Magic Star turned into tens of millions of figures and attacked the northeast corner of the four-phase array together.

Yang Zifan was shocked. That position happened to be where the ice was. He didn't expect that the Magic Star could find the defect of the formation in such a short time. He hated that he should not hesitate and was hit by his slow-back plan.

quickly knot the seal and jump directly to make the fourth mark of the four-phase array, soil.

The heart of Jiuye Qinglian began to rotate quickly, turning into a thick Zhenyuan and integrated into the array. Four phases of great shocks, and the chaotic air masses appeared again and began to move quickly.

Every time you hit it, it will cause extremely great damage. The magic star is unprevented, and the phantom on his body is immediately less than a blockbuster. But this could not stop him, and the Phantom was quickly summoned by him to protect himself and continue to the northeast corner.

The chaotic light masses were blocked one after another. Yang Zifan was very anxious and changed his seal. For a time, there were many fantasies in the four phases, and there were countless falling rocks, ice cubes, flames and thunder.

Unfortunately, it did not affect the Magic Star King. He stared at the northeast corner, and his whole body turned into a red night demon and crawled down.

With a roar.

Fantasy is extinguished, and there are no four phases.

Jingdang, Jingdang several times in a row, the four-phase treasure turned into a prototype and fell to the ground. The quenching ice was caught in the hands of the magic star. His face was pale and breathless. Obviously, the magic star * consumed most of his power. He even felt that he couldn't suppress the Langbatian in his body.

Looking back, his eyes were full of blood and he glared at Yang Zifan who was close at hand: "Good apprentice, you are very capable, but it's a pity that you met me. The illusion is useless to me at all."

As he spoke, he shook off the pendant in his hand and walked towards Yang Zifan step by step.

"You and I have been in contact for half a year. It turns out that the most difficult thing for Tianyuan faction is you." He smiled strangely and said, "You haven't arrived at the age of 20! With such courage, cultivation and knowledge, I'm afraid you are the only one in the world. Unfortunately, you are going to die here today.

After saying that, he knotted his hands and shouted, "Move the soul*." A drop of blood-red light appeared on his forehead, which began to spread out like in a cloud hole that day, and then his eyes, his nose, and mouth began to overflow.

This scene stunned Yang Zifan. He remembered that Qinglin also looked like this when he used the Longestal Curse. Could it be that the handwriting in her hand had something to do with him?

Unfortunately, at this moment, he can only think about it, but he can't do anything else. Just when the magic star's eyes turned blood red, he was already turbulent.

The Magic Star approached step by step, and the red light on his eyebrows quickly swept towards Yang Zifan's eyebrows. At this time, the magic star's face was flushed, and the blue veins on his forehead were exposed.

He changed his look and said to himself, "Impossible, impossible."

"Well, I'm waiting for this day." Then his voice changed again, and Yang Zifan's body loosened and immediately became turbulent. He quickly grabbed the thousand-year-old iron pine that fell beside him, and the cold breath reassured him a little.

I saw the magic star suddenly stop and kneel on the ground, and another voice appeared strangely on his body.

"Don't think about moving your soul today*."

With a roar, there seemed to be unwillingness and anger, the magic star suddenly stood up and grabbed Yang Zifan. Yang Zifan was shocked and quickly protected himself with a thousand-year iron pine.

The red light flashed in the eyes of the Magic Star King, and fell to the ground again and panted. After a while, he finally calmed down. When he looked up, he was already a pair of clear eyes. He looked at Yang Zifan, who seemed to have spent a lifetime of strength to stand up and said, "It's really blessed that Tianyuan has a disciple like you."

"Are you?" Yang Zifan looked at him warily.

The corners of his mouth moved and said word by word, "Lang...ba...heaven."

"The father of Langbatian... Mingyue? Impossible, impossible, he died 20 years ago. Yang Zifan was a little unbelievable. Just now, the Magic Star King made up a story to lie to him, and now Lang Batian appeared in front of him, which was incredible.

Langbatian had a warm smile on his face and took a long breath and said, "Just now, what you said to the magic star is true. I was killed by him*, but unfortunately, he made a mistake and underestimated my ability. As a result, there are two souls in his body. Since then, the soul * can no longer be used. His three The split can't be taken back. I'm afraid that his cultivation has also fallen to the Yuanying period, otherwise how can you trap him with your incomplete four-phase array?

Yang Zifan completely believed it. Judging from the current situation, how could the Magic Star King kill him and deceive him? So he loosened his hand and took the Millennium Iron Wood Pine back into the nameless ring.

Langbatian also helped him pick up the pendant that fell aside at this time and said, "I think these treasures are not low. Put them away quickly. You are blessed, but it seems to be useless to you. Good things match the master. Find the right person for you if you are useless! More treasures are a burden on cultivation.

"You!" Yang Zifan looked at him inconceivably, and for the first time, someone gave him advice on cultivation.

Langbatian smiled gently and said, "I can still see that there is a lotus flower in your purple house. I'm afraid it's a fairy."

Yang Zifan was shocked. At this time, he found that he had forgotten to hide his purple mansion lotus due to the chaos just now. He quickly transformed into the purple mansion and covered it up, "No, I'm afraid you have read it wrong."

Langbatian said, "I'm afraid you have some little secrets, but I want to say that your means are really rare in the world. I guess you are a fairy. Don't be nervous. I won't say it, and I can't say it. I just ask you to do one thing for me?"

Yang Zifan grabbed his head and said, "What can I do for you?"

Langbatian drew in the sky and added a jade slip in his hand: "This is my famous stunt, Juechen seven styles, please hand it over to Mingyue!"

Yang Zifan's heart sank. He knew that something was going to happen, otherwise he would not speak to him like his last words, so he reached out and took over.

Langbatian looked at Yang Zifan's expression and smiled, "You are very smart. Well, kill me next!" Halfway through the speech, a painful look appeared on his face. He continued, "Burn me with the sky fire on your armor. I won't be able to stay in this state for a long time. If he comes out again, I can't save you."

"This..." Yang Zifan hesitated. How could he do it? Since he came to this world, he has not killed a single ant, let alone killed an ant.

Langba said coldly, "If you don't kill me, I will kill you."

Yang Zifan's heart trembled a little, but now he had no choice but to have such a result today, so he reached out and lit a cyan flame, which was extremely cold.

Lang Batian smiled indifferently: "In the future, I hope you can take care of my child. I owe him a lot in my life and I can't pay him back."

Yang Zifan nodded and let go. The fire fell on Langbatian's body. The cold green lotus fire cooled his body in an instant and burned.

Langbatian slowly closed his eyes and said to himself, "Fantasy Star, we have been together for so many years, so you can go with me!"

"No, I won't die. I'm going to kill him." The voice of the magic star came, and the body wrapped in the cyan flame suddenly rushed to Yang Zifan.

But it was frozen in mid-air, and then fell to the ground, fragmented like ice, turning into ice crystal dust.

Yang Zifan looked at it and didn't say anything. He put Juechen Seven into the nameless ring. He didn't expect the ending to be like this. He thought he would die with the Magic Star King today, but it seems that God still loves him. He walked out of the secret hole, but was stunned at the mouth of the cave.

Because Qinglin stood not far away with tears on his face, he saw Yang Zifan overjoyed for a while and jumped into his arms.

The sudden warmth overwhelmed him. Qinglin's tears soaked his chest. Yang Zifan put down his hand and patted her gently on the back.

Maybe time should stop at this moment, but after all, it's not up to anyone. Just when the two hugged each other for less than ten seconds, Yang Zifan fell down.

The chaos in the past few days has made his body more than the burden. In order to save Qinglin, he was almost killed by the Tianhe array. Before he recovered, he was beaten by the nine-tailed fox like a sandbag. If he hadn't been supported by faith, I'm afraid he would have fallen long ago. Now the danger is relieved, and fatigue surged up to his body like night. Yang Zifan was unconscious.

His sudden fall scared Qinglin. She hurriedly took Yang Zifan's pulse, her pulse was peaceful, her breathing was normal, and nothing happened. Then she was relieved and brought Yang Zifan back to the cave.

For two days in a row, Yang Zifan couldn't wake up. Qinglin looked at him in the cave every day and prayed that he could wake up quickly, but the prayer seemed useless. Later the next day, Yang Zifan began to have a fever, his face turned red, and he kept sweating coldly.

Qinglin was caught off guard for a while and didn't know what to do. The monk of cultivation of immortals has never heard who will get sick. She doesn't know how to treat it, and she is not an elixir who does not have the elixir to treat the disease.

I can only look under Yang Zifan's closed eyelids, his constantly moving eyes, and listen to his nonsense: "Master, don't go, Master, Master..." He held him tightly in his arms and replied, "Master is fine in the Tianyuan faction. You can see him when you wake up."