Wang Ren never dreamed that there would be such a scene, he had the cultivation of the late Peiyuan period, and he was actually defeated by a junior in the Naling period, which was like a fantasy and did not conform to common sense, but all this really happened to him at this time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But having said that, he also knew that Zhou Yun could not be measured by an ordinary mid-stage Naling, he could resist his own blow without dying, and he could also fight with himself in close quarters without falling behind, which was enough to show that the opponent's physique was extremely strong, and this strength alone was enough to fight against ordinary Peiyuan early stage cultivators, and even surpassed.

In addition, the other party also has an intermediate magic weapon and a high-level magic weapon, as well as a high-level defensive magic weapon on his body, Wang Ren guessed that at this time, I am afraid that even if a mid-stage Peiyuan monk runs out, he may not be able to defeat Zhou Yun.

And Wang Ren can be regarded as the top existence in the late Peiyuan period, but because he is in extremely poor condition at this time, he is seriously injured, and he is already exhausted, and his strength is at most similar to that of an ordinary early Peiyuan monk, so there will be such a scene.

Looking at the black iron rod that was splitting down, Wang Ren turned his head and ran, although his right hand was destroyed, his left hand touched the storage bag on his waist very flexibly, and took out a thick stack of rune paper out of thin air, he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and threw it all to Zhou Yun. This is not the end, he fought desperately, used the only little mana in his body, and used a powerful spell, releasing an extremely thick thunder sword out of thin air, followed by a stack of rune paper in front of him and hit Zhou Yun. After using these methods, he didn't care what the final result was, and fled straight into the distance.

The stack of rune paper thrown out by Wang Ren was engraved with various spells, although the power was not very great, but it was still very threatening to deal with the existence of the Naling Period, and there were so many rune papers, which also made up for the lack of its power, even the monks of the Peiyuan Period did not dare to take these attacks easily. If Zhou Yun hadn't held a high-grade magic weapon like a black iron rod, or if he didn't wear a colorful armor with amazing defensive power, he would never dare to resist these runes, even if his physique was strong enough, he would still be unable to escape death. But he was wearing colorful armor and a black iron rod in his hand, and he had full confidence to break these attacks unleashed by Wang Ren.

Seeing Wang Ren fleeing in such embarrassment, Zhou Yun would not give up, because the other party was using a lot of rune paper to attack, which also indirectly showed that the other party had exhausted his mana and was struggling to the death.

Zhou Yun was not afraid, the falling black iron rod did not pause, and directly slashed down with a stick, instantly blasting all the rune papers in front of him, one by one the rune papers exploded, and the powerful impact force spread out, because he was wearing colorful treasure armor, so he easily blocked this impact. Wang Ren, who was fleeing in the distance, happened to look back and saw this scene, his face turned a little paler again, and his fleeing body sped up a little faster.

After the seemingly ordinary black iron rod in Zhou Yun's hand destroyed all the rune papers one after another, he then scattered the huge light blue thunder sword, which was clean and neat, leaving no trace.

"Impossible! When pigs fly! ”

Seeing that Zhou Yun easily destroyed all the attacks he used, Wang Ren's heart was shocked, he found that Zhou Yun's strength was far more than what he looked like in the middle of Naling, Wang Ren found that he might have underestimated the strength of the other party, his face was extremely ugly, his body kept flying backwards, and soon he hid in the crowd of disciples of Xuanyue Sect.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Yun also instantly operated the mana in the purple mirror, and Naling's later cultivation was suddenly revealed, and he strode towards Wang Ren step by step, his steps were calm, he landed silently, his cold eyes stared at the front tightly, and the pitch-black iron rod in his hand shook and swayed, bringing up the wind and dust in the sky, and he knew that the black rod was extremely heavy at a glance.

"Late Naling!"

Wang Ren didn't expect Zhou Yun's method of concealing his cultivation to be so profound, not only was he concealed, but even Xu Guang, who had reached the infancy stage of Nirvana, was kept in the dark. The injuries in his body at this time were already a little uncontrollable, and when he saw Zhou Yun showing the late cultivation of Naling, he couldn't help but spit out a few mouthfuls of jet-black blood, only to see him lift his left hand and wipe the corners of his mouth tremblingly, and then hold the wound on his destroyed right arm again, the black blood has soaked half of his body.

"The physical strength is better than that of the late Peiyuan monks, and the true cultivation is hidden, you are so insidious!"

Wang Ren knew that it was all because Zhou Yun concealed his cultivation, which made his grandson make a mistake in judgment, which eventually led to his death.

"Insidious?! Hum! Your grandson has bullied me again and again, do I have to tie my hands and let him bully? ”

Zhou Yun's face was calm, his steps were steady, and he forced Wang Ren who had no way to retreat step by step, although Wang Ren was weak, but he didn't dare to take it lightly, he was worried that Wang Ren would jump over the wall in a hurry, in case he made any moves that would end up together. His hair is disheveled, his waist-length long black hair dances in the wind, and his eyes are dark and deep, giving people a very calm and mysterious feeling. He has a slight beard on his chin, and he looks a little more mature, not like a young man in his early twenties.

He looked at Wang Ren, approached step by step, and said coldly: "From the fact that you didn't say anything to stop him when you came out before, you can see that he will end up today, and it is also your connivance and pampering, you are the real culprit who killed your grandson!" ”

"Shut up! Why does the old man need you to teach a lesson, how can the old man discipline his grandson and what do you have to do?! ”

Wang Ren was hunched over, his clothes were in tatters, and there were blood stains everywhere, especially his right arm, which was almost completely shattered, leaving only a piece of tattered flesh hanging from his shoulder, which was miserable. He covered the wound on his right arm with his left hand, and wisps of red and some dark brown blood flowed from the middle of his fingers, dripping on the ground, which was shocking to see, but he didn't even look at it himself.

His face was pale, his eyes looked at Zhou Yun coldly, and he said coldly: "Today, Xu Guang made a move on the old man, a fellow brother who has been friends for many years, because you are an outsider, which surprised the old man, could it be that there is really some secret in you that the old man does not know, so worthy of Xu Guang's betrayal of this sect for you." ”

"Junior! Don't think that you can really kill the old man in this way, the old man wants you to see with your own eyes how big the gap is between the late Naling stage and the late Peiyuan stage? Even if the old man loses all his mana and dies of serious physical injuries, the old man can still easily destroy you. ”

After speaking, Wang Ren's body trembled suddenly, and a red light flew out of thin air from his forehead, but he himself fell to the ground softly the moment this red light flew out. The speed of the red mang was extremely fast, and in just an instant, it was in front of Zhou Yun.

Although Zhou Yun has only been in the field for more than two years, he has heard a little about the Yuan Shen among the monks, and seeing the red light flying out of Wang Ren's forehead, Zhou Yun recognized at a glance that this red light is Wang Ren's Yuan Shen, and it is said that the monk can make the Yuan Shen out of his body when he cultivates to the Pei Yuan period. At this time, he also understood why Wang Ren retreated to the crowd of Xuanyuemen disciples, the other party seemed to be worried that his body would be destroyed by himself, so he retreated to the Xuanyuemen disciples, and he also deliberately said some words from outsiders and fellow disciples to incite the disciples of Xuanyuemen to protect the safety of his body.

When he knew that Hongmang was Wang Ren's primordial spirit, Zhou Yun was taken aback, and he hit it with the black iron rod in his hand without thinking, but Hongmang flashed to the side at an incredible speed, and then a big turn rushed into his mind.

Wang Ren's body was seriously injured, and the mana in his body had been depleted, he didn't dare to fight with Zhou Yun anymore, and now he just wanted to rely on the powerful Yuan Shen to kill Zhou Yun in seconds, and he also wanted to know what secrets existed in Zhou Yun's body, and he could recover from his seriously injured body in a short time, which made Wang Ren's heart unable to calm down for a long time. In addition, he also wanted to know why the Yunyou Daoist valued Zhou Yun so much, as long as Zhou Yun's soul search was carried out, all this would be clear by then.

After Wang Ren's Yuan Shen rushed into Zhou Yun's mind, he immediately changed into the appearance of the body, he looked around Zhou Yun's mental environment, and saw at a glance the Yuan Shen belonging to Zhou Yun not far away.

In Zhou Yun's hazy mind, there was a fist-sized milky white spot of light, which looked flickering and dimming, very faint. This is Zhou Yun's Yuan Shen, compared to Wang Ren, his Yuan Shen is too weak, Wang Ren couldn't help but sneer when he saw it.

"Even if your physique is against the sky, you have high-level magic weapons, and the battle of the Yuan Shen depends on what you use to fight the old man!"

Wang Ren's face was gloomy, he didn't want to waste any more time, although the Yunyou Daoist was dragged by Xiang Wenren and Song Yuqian of the Ghost Snake Sect and couldn't pull out, but if the Yunyou Daoist was free, then he would only have a dead end. I saw him stride forward, stretched out his hand to capture Zhou Yun's weak Yuan Shen from a distance, and then didn't care about 37 21, and directly searched Zhou Yun's Yuan Shen.

At this moment, Zhou Yuncai discovered the real gap between himself and the other party, when he was captured by the other party, he actually had no power to resist, and he didn't even have the qualifications to struggle, his life and death were actually in the other party's thoughts, this feeling really made him feel frightened. This was even more terrifying than the death crisis encountered in physical combat, this kind of death meant that his soul was scattered, and even the so-called reincarnation qualification would be completely lost, which also made him want to obtain powerful cultivation power even more.

But now there is obviously no chance, the Yuan Shen who was grabbed by Wang Ren couldn't move a bit, and when the other party was searching for the soul, an indescribable pain came instantly, this kind of pain can only be known to those who have really experienced it, what is the pain of not wanting to live, what is life is better than death, maybe Zhou Yun, who was forcibly searched for souls by Wang Ren, is this feeling!

"Wang Ren! I'll kill you! ”

Zhou Yun's silent roar, crying out of pain, his Yuan Shen experienced a painful ordeal, this pain was like a needle in the brain, and there seemed to be a fire burning, and the Yuan Shen was also flickering in the light and dark, as if it could be broken at any time.

And when Wang Ren searched for his soul, Zhou Yun's mind involuntarily appeared a strange scene, there was a scene of a beautiful woman with blood stained on her body holding him and showing a kind smile, Zhou Yun combined with the various scenes that appeared behind him to know that this beautiful woman was actually his biological mother, and Liu Wanjing ran away with him, and at a quick glance, he saw a middle-aged man with a somewhat similar face to him going crazy, and he also knew that this middle-aged man was his biological father, There are also scenes of martial arts practice with Zhou Jingtai in Luoyangguan, as long as it is what he has seen and heard in his life, whether he is conscious or unconscious, it has been recorded in his mind, and at this time, because Wang Ren forcibly searched for the soul, it was all presented.

When he saw some portraits of his biological father and mother, although it was only some scenes that were not very clear, and even some fragmentary scenes, he still felt very relieved, and Zhou Yun's violently struggling body slowly quieted down, and the pain of being forcibly searched for souls still existed, but he no longer screamed in pain. He had never seen his biological parents, and at this time, he was able to see it because he was forcibly searched by Wang Ren, which was very important to him who didn't know the appearance of his biological parents, and there were two tears on his face.

In the square, Qin Hu and Liu Shuyan had just seen Zhou Yun rolling on the ground with his head in his hands, looking in pain, but now he suddenly stopped, and he shed two tears, so that they couldn't understand what was going on.

"This son turned out to be a descendant of the Hong family, the largest family in Hongzhou, and he wanted to give up this body, but it seems that he can't do it!"

Wang Ren was searching Zhou Yun's soul while thinking about how to take Zhou Yun's body for himself, but when he knew that Zhou Yun was a member of the Hong family, he immediately extinguished the thought in his heart, this kind of human body with great origin, he Wang Ren didn't dare to use it casually.

Just when Wang Ren was about to kill Zhou Yun after the soul search, he saw an ordinary picture in Zhou Yun's memory, in which Zhou Yun got a worn-out bronze mirror, and when this picture just flashed out, a shocking protrusion occurred.

From Zhou Yunyuan's inner being, that is, the milky white point of light that Wang Ren grasped in his hand, an extremely vast purple glow suddenly erupted like a volcanic eruption, and the purple light instantly shone in all directions, reflecting Zhou Yun's entire mind purple.

And Wang Ren, who held Zhou Yunyuan's god in his hand, bore the brunt of it, and was instantly submerged by the purple mang, silent, very weird. However, soon, the purple mang dissipated, and only Zhou Yun's fragile primordial spirit remained, while Wang Ren's primordial spirit disappeared and disappeared. Maybe only Zhou Yun knew what had just happened.

"Takeaway!"

Just now, Zhou Yun saw a small exquisite purple mirror flying out of his Yuan Shen, it appeared very suddenly, and as soon as it appeared, it directly swallowed Wang Ren's Yuan Shen, and soon, it was so fast that Wang Ren didn't even have a chance to struggle, and was "taken away" by the mirror.

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