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"Hahaha...... Want to go? Is it that easy? ”

What Qi Hu said made the old slave laugh out loud, if Wisteria is willing to work hard, then there is something to say, but Qi Hu's cultivation, the old slave doesn't look at it at all. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ouyang Yilan can't care so much, the mission of the battle hall is to complete the task, even if you fight, even if you die, you can't let the mission fail. In order to leave Lu Xue, dozens of Zhan Tang disciples have died, but now, even if all the Zhan Tang disciples here are dead, they still do not hesitate, as long as they can send Lu Xue back.

"All the disciples obey the order, in a group of ten, and attack in unison, they must not let this old immortal bastard take a step forward."

Even though his whole body was numb, Qi Hu still tried his best to shout.

Hearing this, Wisteria was stunned for a moment, but the old slave smiled disdainfully, cultivating to this point, in his opinion, no one would listen to Qi Hu's orders.

But the fact is different from what the old slave thought, the paralysis of the wild thunder seal weakened slightly, and he was first attacked by the electric snake, and now the disciples of the battle hall who were barely able to move had already climbed up, and then rushed towards the old slave like a moth to a fire, and one after another launched the crushing pill to explode itself.

One roar after another, Wisteria, who was retreating to the side, frowned, he knew the so-called militarized cultivation of the Battle Hall, he also knew that the disciples of the War Hall were not afraid of death when they fought, and he even knew that the terrifying combat power of the War Hall joined forces. But he didn't expect that the disciples of the Battle Hall had reached this point, as long as they gave an order, they could choose to die without hesitation.

Cultivators go against the sky, for the sake of immortality and eternity, there are tens of thousands, who is willing to give up their lives for others? There are not a few people who put down their dignity in order to survive, there are countless people who will do anything for their lives, and it is not for nothing that they kill the world for longevity.

However, in the ancient god mound and his party, Yang Yi faced the volcant dragon alone for the sake of everyone, and now, there are so many people who would rather die generously for Yang Yi's lover. While all this makes Wisteria puzzled, he has to admit that Yang Yi has a charm that most cultivators do not have, not because he is not afraid of death, nor because he has a firm goal, but because he can selflessly pay for the people around him.

And as an old slave guarding the gods, in the face of one after another Zhantang disciples who chose to blow themselves up without hesitation, he couldn't help frowning. The violent spiritual power flowed disorderly around him, and it was endless. Such a chaotic flow of aura made it impossible for the old slave to use teleportation, and wave after wave of self-detonation attacks, even if he had great ability, he was forced to retreat again and again.

Listening to the continuous roar behind her, Ouyang Yilan was a little reluctant, yes, just reluctant. Since becoming the deputy hall master of the war hall, these chic and wild men who follow themselves to do all kinds of training with their upper bodies naked have unconsciously made her accustomed to those noisy days.

As the deputy hall master of the War Hall, she is also a rare woman in the War Hall, even if her status is not the same, she has not been ridiculed by the disciples of the War Hall. Among them, there are also many people who flatter and confess to her, and all of this, with one explosion after another, seems to appear in her mind again and again.

The disciples of the Battle Hall gave up the cover of their lives and bought Ouyang Yilan half a quarter of time, and it was this half of a moment that allowed Ouyang Yilan to rush into a very hidden cave. The movement outside was not small, but none of the disciples of the First Alliance guarding the teleportation array in the cave had left half a step.

Regardless of that much, Ouyang Yilan directly hugged the seriously injured Lilu Xue into the teleportation array, and waited for Xue Ling to return to the station through the teleportation array. Ouyang Yilan turned around and returned to the cave again.

"Destroy this teleportation array, and you won't be able to leave a trace."

Speaking to the disciples of the First Alliance guarding the teleportation array, Ouyang Yilan rushed out of the cave after him, only the Zhantang disciples who died in battle, and there were no Zhantang disciples who escaped from the battle. Even if Qi Hu had already said that he was here to take her place, but having come here, Ouyang Yilan would not be indifferent to the death of Qi Hu and the others.

"Wisteria senior, you go quickly."

Finally, the paralysis in the body gradually disappeared, and Qi Hu rushed to the front of Wisteria for the first time, and he could see that Wisteria was by no means the opponent of the old slave.

Shaking his head, the wisteria was still shaking the Linglong Gu, although it would not have any effect if the multicolored smoke could not be close. But now, the disciples of the Battle Hall have forced the old slave to be unable to use teleportation, as long as the colorful smoke envelops him, as long as he inhales even a trace of smoke, it will be considered a victory.

And in the face of the sacrificing attack of two hundred Zhantang disciples, the old slave felt tricky at the same time, but also had to look at the First Alliance, to be able to get such a group of dead soldiers, even if it was still small, but it was also terrifying.

The hand pinched the fingers and formed a seal, and the old slave suddenly shouted: "Shenxiao Thunder Law, Boom Sky Seal!" ”

The sound fell, the words fell and the thunder began. The sky was clear and clear, and with the old slave drinking, there was a sudden thunder, and suddenly, the wind suddenly rose, and the black clouds came with the wind.

In just a few dozen breaths, the radius was covered with clouds and thunder. The wrist-thick lightning flashed, and the place where the old slave's finger was where the lightning fell.

Those Zhantang disciples who struggled to rush to the self-explosion did not have time to make more movements at the speed of lightning, but they were scorched black by electricity in an instant, and their life and death were uncertain.

"The sword of man is one, and death will bite off a piece of his flesh."

Seeing the terrifying speed and attack power of the lightning, Qi Hu firmly grasped his long sword in his hand with a sigh, and turned into a streamer and rushed towards the old slave.

The courage of the generals will boost the army!

Qi Hu's actions undoubtedly gave the red-eyed Zhantang disciples another shot of stimulants, one after another, like a meteor passing away in the night sky, proving his glory with everything he had.

Nearly 100 streamers rushed towards the old slave without fear of death, and the shocking scene even Wisteria was not only moved. Although the lightning is fast, and the attack power is absolutely first-class, but there are so many streamers that it can't be blocked at all.

In the face of the old slave who was comfortable with the self-explosion of the disciples of the Battle Hall, he was also a little hurried at this time, and in a dozen breaths, the clothes on his body were cut three or four times. Although the body itself was not harmed, the difference in strength was so large, and it was already amazing that the disciples of the Battle Hall could do such a thing.

There were words in his mouth, and there was a trace of reluctance in Wisteria's eyes, but he decisively pinched his handprint, and the colorful smoke suddenly separated into two parts, and one part was like a disciple of the battle hall, rushing towards the old slave without fear of death.

Following Wisteria's movements, Ouyang Yilan, who had gone and returned, also flashed past Wisteria.

"Hmph, let's all die!"

A piece of clothing turned into pieces in the blink of an eye, although it avoided the vital point every time, but this kind of attack really angered the old slave.

"Lead by example, a hundred miles of wilderness!"

If the real fire is moved, the old slave doesn't care about it, the ants bite the elephant to death, and if he doesn't destroy the entangled Zhantang disciples, it is impossible for him to find the trace of the teleportation array, so he has to use this large-scale killing move.

The electric snakes in the whole body were all extinguished, and a heroic light suddenly rushed to the sky, and then, a terrifying white ball of light fell silently, like a small sun, and before it landed, it had scorched all the woods within a hundred miles, raging fire, making it difficult for people to breathe.

And at this time, even Wisteria was at a loss, staring directly at the terrifying ball of light, but Ouyang Yilan suddenly became in a trance. Cultivating Xingyue until now, why has she been able to progress faster than everyone else? She doesn't know the reason herself, she doesn't know for the time being, but Wisteria knows.

The current Ouyang Yilan looked as if she had lost her soul, and her eyes became wandering, but the sword in her hand let out a long roar, as if she had come to life at this moment.

The blazing ball of light was pressed down like Mount Tai, and the disciples of the Battle Hall who were still using the human sword in one, including Qi Hu, had to stop, and everyone could smell the paste smell emanating from their bodies, which was the smell of burnt hair.

Ouyang Yilan, the only one who is still in action, looks so abrupt and dazzling at this time. Holding the long sword and facing the falling ball of light, the terrifying pressure and scorching aura seemed to have no effect on Ouyang Yilan at this time.

The clouds in the sky formed a terrifying whirlpool, and from that whirlpool, a little light fell like fireflies, making the whole picture beautiful. The falling points of light converged little by little, and entered Ouyang Yilan's body with a dilated eye, making Ouyang Yilan's body exude a slight light, so holy and dreamy.

Next, Ouyang Yilan moved, it was incredibly fast, and the long sword danced into a flower, danced into a curtain, and danced into a moving dance. And a sword ray, blue or purple, orange or green, broke away from the long sword and flew towards the descending ball of light, the speed became faster and faster, gradually, people could not see the color of the sword, and also saw the trajectory of the sword's flight.

Ouyang Yilan's sword dance was getting faster and faster, and the majestic aura between heaven and earth seemed to have encountered a magnet, frantically converging. The speed of the falling ball of light became slower and slower, and then it hovered in the air, and then, little by little, it turned into a point of light like a firefly, floating like a snowflake.

"Awakened?"

Looking at this scene stupidly, Wisteria murmured softly, making Qi Hu on the side confused.

And the old slave who saw this scene became solemn, no matter what, he didn't expect that this woman who seemed to be a mediocre cultivator actually had the identity of a godkeeper, and moreover, she was also a re-cultivating godkeeper who was awakening.

The points of light that fell from the sky and merged into Ouyang Yilan's body were actually those cultivations that she had sealed herself, and now, the huge pressure had awakened her memory of guarding the gods, so her cultivation was recovering little by little.

Recultivating the Shoushen is much more powerful than self-destructive cultivation to return to the Eastern Ancient Continent. This naturally has a fundamental reason, as more and more light points converge into Ouyang Yilan's body, Ouyang Yilan's cultivation also rises, from the lower position of Lingshi, all the way to the upper position of Lingshi, and then to the peak of Lingshi's upper position.

Everything is not over yet, the cultivation has reached the peak of the Lingshi upper position, and the dense dark clouds have changed, getting darker and darker, more and more dignified, and gradually revealing a coercion.

That's right, recultivating the gods, every time the realm is raised, you have to undergo the baptism of the heavenly tribulation again, which is the fundamental reason why rebuilding the gods is more powerful than self-destructive cultivation to returning to the Eastern Ancient Continent.

The sword dance is like a dream, so beautiful that it is suffocating, and the rolling thunder is also brewing, at this time, the old slave who is the best at thunder law, but he does not dare to make any changes, if the thunder is led to his head, it is definitely not a good thing.

"Who the hell is she?"

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Qi Hu turned his head to look at Wisteria and couldn't help asking.