"It's a lot of powerful Yin Spiritual Power. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "At this time, the Seven Kills True Monarch still has the leisure to praise Ayin.

The deacons and disciples of the Lingyin Sect naturally threw countless knife-like glances at the Seven Killing True Monarchs. However, the Seven Killings True Monarch didn't care about any of this at all.

After the darkness faded, Ayin's body grew.

She was completely detached into a crowbird.

The power of the gods also spread and grew in her body, gradually turning into a completely awakened power.

Many of the deacon's disciples who were guarding the door, when they saw Ayin's back at this time, they were more frightened than shocked.

However, the elders of the four factions, while surprised, also remembered what they should do.

Except for the Seven Killing True Monarchs, everyone in the hall stood up.

In the blink of an eye, a stream of spiritual light rolled up the sound of breaking through the air and flew towards Ayin.

Ayin knows that she is no longer the same now.

Fell from a great height, but there were no wounds. From that moment on, Ayin knew that she didn't have to be afraid of these mortal aura.

Although she dragged an injured wing, she had no way to fly out of front of these people, but she still had the ability and confidence to go out.

Ayin recalled in his mind the Yin Spirit Technique that the Water Mirror had taught him.

It seems that it is far away, and Ayin has not reviewed it, but because of the power of the gods, she will always have a special understanding of this kind of yin spiritual power.

Ayin raised his hand and waved.

A black flame floated around her body, like a black mirror erected on her, helping her ward off attacks from all directions.

The colorful spiritual power shot at the mirror where the black evil qi was condensed, bounced out, and fell to the ground of the main hall, smashing out deep pits the size of potatoes.

Resisting these attacks is a no-brainer for Ayin now. Dense like a rain of bullets, as soon as they flew in front of her, they all became cannon fodder.

This is the gap between the power of man and the power of God.

Ayin is not appropriate, these threats are what threats.

As soon as she turned, she lifted her feet and walked out towards the door of the main hall.

This move angered all the elders.

So the spiritual power that attacked Ayin became even more crazy.

However, these spiritual powers, under her black demon body, still have no effect. Even, Ah Yin felt that even if he removed his protection and directly used the body of a black bird to resist, he would not cause any big damage.

At the door, there was a wall of a group of deacon disciples of the Single Fox Hall.

Ayin gradually approached them.

This group of disciples who had cultivated at most was only in the foundation building stage, and in the face of the coercion brought by the huge power of the gods, their legs began to weaken, and the magic sword in their hands began to tremble.

Ayin walked indifferently to a deacon disciple.

She lowered her head, and saw fear in the eyes of this disciple.

Ayin didn't want to hurt him.

So Ayin stretched out her hand and gently pulled him to her side.

"Excuse ......me," she said softly, to show that she was not hostile.

This disciple's leg is like lead, and the man is like a driftwood to be slaughtered.

Ayin only pushed slightly, and he obediently got out of the way, and never blocked it back.

Ayin felt very satisfied, because her eyes suddenly became empty. She continued to walk outside the hall, trying to make her way to the teleportation circle of the Spirit Hidden Sect.

As soon as she changed her mind, she suddenly felt that the teleportation circle was controlled by the head of the True Monarch, so she changed her direction. She decided to go down the hill on her own.

He hadn't taken a few steps before a purple figure flashed in front of him.

The head of the sect, Zhenjun, held the magic sword and blocked in front of Ayin.

"As long as I live, you won't want to leave the Spirit Hidden Sect."

Ayin looked at him and paused.

Her thoughts now are a little complicated.

"However, you are the head of the Lingyin Sect, and you can be regarded as my elder. If I really kill you, wouldn't I really deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors? Ayin asked seriously.

These words fell on the ears of the four major sects, and it was like an impudent contempt.

But Ayin's tone was very serious.

So although this sentence makes people feel that they can't hang on face, they are not disgusted.

A-Yin was speechless when he asked, so no one would speak up for a while.

What's more, everyone heard that there was something in Ayin's words.

Everyone believes that as long as Ah Yin uses the power of the gods, although it is not easy to kill the head of the family, it is not a difficult thing.

Ayin is also determined to go out. If the head of the real monarch wants to stop it, unless he is really absolutely sure.

But in the face of the power of the gods, is this kind of certainty really enough?

The head of the sect Zhenjun's face was grim.

"Yes, as long as I live, you don't want to leave."

Everyone is doubting the truth of the words of the head of the family.

Only Elder Wen thought of a possibility in his heart, and his heart jumped, and a trace of astonishment appeared in his eyes.

He stepped forward and tried to stop him, "No, Lingyuan, there's no need to do that......"

Elder Wen suddenly called him by his first name.

This detail can indicate a lot of problems.

The head of the sect, Zhenjun, did not pay attention to Elder Wen. There was a hint of determination in his eyes, and he raised his sword but did not directly shoot it at Ayin, but turned the sword peak towards himself.

Everyone present looked at them with a look of astonishment.

The sword light flashed in the air, turning into a purple phantom, and rolling up a gust of wind as fierce as a storm.

The wind swept out in all directions, and the sky was dark. In the entire square, only the sword light was the most dazzling.

The strong sword wind whistling by, blowing the robes with a grin.

The head of the sect Zhenjun raised his sword, and without any hesitation, stabbed his sword in the direction of his dantian Zhenyuan.

Suddenly, everyone felt that what they were seeing was not real.

But that's right, the head of the real monarch did stab the sword at himself.

At the same time, the phantom of the sword light became brighter.

I saw that in the spiritual light emitted by the sword heart, an additional light from blood lit up.

The people present were almost stunned: "What kind of spell is this?" ”

"Why haven't you seen it before?"

Ah Yin looked at the scene in front of him attentively, but he didn't expect the head of the family to do this.

She remembered the record in the Lingyin Secret Record, this kind of Lingyin Sect's unique spell, which had never been revealed, but it was also a forbidden spell, a spell that was exchanged for lifelong cultivation.

I didn't expect the head of the sect Zhenjun to offer such a big price, just to kill her.

While Ah Yin's heart was gloomy, what flashed was a trace of sadness for the head of the family.

Elder Wen's eyes darkened. Before he could make any further stops, he saw that he had actually done it.

A trace of sadness flashed in Elder Wen's eyes.

Of course, Ayin knew what this trick meant.

When the head of the True Monarch made this decision, a gap between the Lingyin Sect and her was formed that could never be erased. (To be continued.) )