"Master, will the self-explosion last so long?"

"It's not like I've just tried to get into the light mask, but I've been pushed back by a powerful force. The worried look on Pavilion Lord's face did not diminish by half a point.

"Then what should we do, shall we continue to wait here?" Yi Yongyuan continued to ask.

The Ling Pavilion Lord turned around and said to Yan Hongyun and his party, "Everyone, the disciples of the Cangling Pavilion and the Silver Feather Sect should be almost there. Little Brother Lin sacrificed himself in order to delay time for us, and now his life and death are uncertain, we can't abandon him!"

Yan Hongyun and his entourage, including Chang Zhangmen and Fan Zhangmen, nodded their heads without exception.

Although Chang Zhangmen and Fan Zhangmen are afraid of death, they are also righteous people, which makes others no longer blame them for their previous mistakes.

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Feng Yangcheng looked at the light mask that had lasted for a long time, and the smug look on his face gradually faded, originally he thought that Lin Yiran had successfully self-detonated, but now he calmed down and thought about it, and felt that what Lin Yiran had just emitted was not self-detonating energy.

Because Feng Yangcheng remembered that when he self-exploded, it would not emit a colorful light, let alone form a colorful light mask. And this colorful light mask has been going on for a long time, and if it continues like this, I don't know when it will dissipate.

Originally, he and Lin Yiran went head-to-head, which made Lin Yiran delay a lot of time, and now Ling Yuan's people are still in good shape.

Thinking of this, Feng Yangcheng couldn't help but hold the black fan in his hand and quickly drew a few circles on his chest, and a huge amount of energy continued to converge on his chest.

Soon, an ever-expanding hurricane appeared in front of Feng Yangcheng.

"Stop Feng Yangcheng quickly!" Pavilion Master Ling noticed the strangeness on Feng Yangcheng's side, and hurriedly beckoned everyone behind him to stop Feng Yangcheng from performing his exercises.

The Lord doesn't even have to think about it, this must be the opponent's ability to press the bottom of the box, if the other party is allowed to perform it smoothly, even if Ben Lin is also good in the light mask, he will be hurt by Feng Yangcheng's attack.

Although the Ling Pavilion Lord didn't know what the situation was inside the light mask, he knew that he must not let Fengyang succeed.

However, as soon as the Ling Pavilion Master and his party made a move, they were surrounded by those disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion.

Faced with such a predicament, Pavilion Lord Ling and his party were not afraid, but gritted their teeth and fought hard.

They have fewer enemies and more enemies, where is the opponent of the disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion, not to mention going up to stop Fengyang, even self-protection is a problem.

The Lord of Eyes and the others could only pray silently for Lin Yiran in their hearts.

"Get a cloud fan!"

When the hurricane in front of him expanded to about three zhang wide, Feng Yangcheng waved his hand holding the fan, and the hurricane swept away countless sand and gravel, carrying energy that seemed to be able to tear through the mountain peak.

The disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion and the Ling Pavilion Master and his party, who were still fighting fiercely, noticed the abnormality, and invariably stopped their movements and fled far away, all of their attention attracted by the hurricane.

When the hurricane swept across the mask, lightning and thunder suddenly thundered where the hurricane came into contact with the mask, emitting a more dazzling light than before.

Bursts of violent energy ripples caused everyone to constantly retreat, and even Feng Yangcheng, who cast the cloud fan, had to secretly mobilize his aura to fight against the aftermath of the energy, so that he could stand firmly in place.

"Lin Yiran, even if you didn't die before, now under the cloud fan that I used with all my might, I'm afraid that there are no bones left!" At this time, Feng Yangcheng had completely ignored Tianzun's warning, and only thought about killing Lin Yiran.

Feng Yangcheng believes that if he leaves such an enemy who has repeatedly created miracles, even if Tianzun does not punish him at that time, he will be killed by the other party sooner or later.

Now that the mortal feud has been settled, and all this is also Lin Yiran's own fault, why not take this opportunity to solve such a big trouble forever.

As for how Tianzun will punish himself in the future, Feng Yangcheng can't care about it so much.

Moreover, Feng Yangcheng suddenly had a very bad premonition.

The rumbling sound generated by the interweaving of energies, accompanied by the continuous shining light, lasted for a long time and finally dissipated.

When the last dazzling light dissipated, everyone looked at the original light mask, and they all opened their mouths in surprise - because Lin Yiran was standing there at the moment, and there was nothing unusual except that his hair changed from black to colorful color, and the momentum he exuded was much stronger than before.

"How is this possible?!" Feng Yangcheng gritted his teeth and looked at Lin Yiran, the expression on his face was very exciting.

The faces of the Ling Pavilion Lord and his party were full of surprise, and they quickly came to Lin Yiran's side.

"Little Brother Lin, are you okay?" Ling Pavilion Lord smiled and looked at Lin Yiran back and forth.

"I'm fine. Lin Yiran replied with a smile.

Due to the special effect of the light mask, Delin Yiran absorbed a lot of aura from the hurricane of Feng Yangcheng, plus the light mask itself was conjured by the colorful light point in his body, and now he absorbed these two energies, so that the aura in Delin Yiran's body has been filled again.

Lin Yiran could feel that the aura in his body in his heyday was now more than twice as much as in his previous state.

Lin Yiran couldn't have imagined that he, who was already ready to die, had unintentionally activated the world in his body when he blew himself up.

And it seems that every time that world grows up, it can store more aura for him.

It was a blessing in disguise again, so that Delin Yiran had to sigh about how his luck was so good.

"Lin Yiran, didn't you say that you would commit suicide if you lose? Why don't you do it yet?!" Feng Yangcheng looked at Lin Yiran, who was not only intact, but also seemed to have improved his strength, and he was very unhappy.

"Wind Pavilion Lord, but I didn't admit defeat, why should I commit suicide. Lin Yiran looked at Feng Yangcheng with a smile, he was just planning to blow himself up, and he didn't have any intention of admitting defeat, so this was not a scoundrel.

"Okay, then it's no wonder to me!" Feng Yang waved his hand and motioned for the disciples of the Flying Feather Pavilion to go up together.

Now, Feng Yangcheng doesn't dare to fight Lin Yiran alone, the only thing he thinks about now is to kill Lin Yiran and his party as soon as possible, so as not to have too many dreams at night.

Disciple, Lin Yiran hurriedly said loudly to the Ling Pavilion Master and his party: "Ling Pavilion Master, please protect the Fa for me!"

"Okay!" Pavilion Master Ling and his party nodded in tacit understanding, and gathered around Lin Yiran, blocking the swarming enemies.