The long-lost purple jade flute suddenly appeared in the sky.

As Yun Yang's thoughts tended to be instantaneous, he flew towards Ning Fengxue lightly.

Ning Fengxue frowned, and said calmly: "How did you get to this point, do you still want to struggle?"

The castration of the right hand remains unchanged, the speed does not increase but increases, and the palm is blatant!

At the same time, the purple jade flute also came and quietly faced Ning Fengxue's palm!

The purple jade flute, which is like nothing and has no wind and no movement, is not an accident at all for Ning Fengxue, it can barely be regarded as a joke, and it is not funny: you can't even move now, just by driving a tube of purple jade flute with your mind, you want to fight for a glimmer of life for yourself under the hands of a demi-saint?

How naïve is that?

But in the next moment, Ning Fengxue's face changed.

Just when the palm of his hand was about to touch the purple jade flute, he felt the cold and warm moment on the purple jade flute—

He's even had the idea that this was a really good baby.

However, as he came into contact with the purple jade flute, he did not catch the purple jade flute, and the purple jade flute still maintained its previous windless and motionless posture, and continued to smash it slowly, further touching his palm.

And it was at that moment that Ning Fengxue only felt that his hand suddenly turned into air, and it never existed again!

Can you imagine that a half-saint cultivator, the peak powerhouse of this world, was still in control of the overall situation a moment ago, and took the last bit of counterattack from his opponent lightly, but at this moment, his hand was gone?!

The inexplicable, incredible, and even more unbelievable that is not seen!

And what is even more incredible, even more unbelievable, has come one after another, the purple jade flute, the momentum is consistent, according to the original trajectory, following Ning Fengxue's hand, so ...... Even if it was smashed, smashed through, smashed his hand into air, smashed it into nothing, and smashed his arm into air as well, and then continued to crush it.

And it wasn't until this moment that Ning Fengxue felt the pain, the sharp pain!

He looked at his hands in disbelief, well, he should have looked at where his hands and arms should be, and there was a blank space.

All the parts of his body that came into contact with the purple jade flute have completely disappeared!

In the next moment, a soul-tearing pain came over like a river and a sea.

Ning Fengxue exclaimed, her elegant and handsome face finally changed completely, and she retreated like lightning, this retreat was three thousand zhang, and when she raised her eyes, she saw that the purple jade flute was still floating in front of Yun Yang.

No wind, no movement!

But......

In front of him, there was clearly a purple jade flute, still as before, slowly following the trajectory of his arm, smashing over!

In fact, it is not very appropriate to use smashing here, it should be said that it is an unbeatable trend, it has passed without hindrance, and if you really use smashing, it seems that you can afford Ning Fengxue in front of you too much!

Even though he is a half-saint, he is still not worthy of the purple jade flute...... Smash!

Ning Fengxue was inexplicably frightened, he hurriedly mobilized all his divine sense, and repeatedly confirmed that his right hand, forearm, and elbow were really all turned into nothingness, not an illusion, let alone a secret magic to obstruct the eyes!

"What is this?!"

Seeing that the purple jade flute in front of him was still pursuing, he brushed his body...... Tossing and turning in the air, at least a thousand zhang distance was moved in an instant, and even tore the space one after another and fled again and again, but the purple jade flute still chased after him, perseveringly chasing over.

It's always been so slow and slow.

No wind, no movement!

Ning Fengxue's body began to flicker continuously, and tricks such as the transformation of the spirit phase and the incarnation outside the body were performed again and again, and the figure of the body instantly changed into thousands of ......

It is really incarnated by thousands of people, but as long as any of them can escape the pursuit of Ziyu Xiao, Ning Fengxue will have the hope of escaping!

But the purple jade flute in the air also turned into tens of thousands of tubes, no matter how many Ning Fengxue appeared in the air, in front of each Ning Fengxue, there was a purple jade flute...... Come here slowly!

It's still ...... No wind, no movement!

Ning Fengxue was sweating profusely, sweating through his shirt.

His eyes were full of fear as he stared at the purple jade flute.

He clearly felt that his doppelganger, his own avatar, was being smashed by the purple jade flute one by one, smashed into air, and completely disappeared.

And every doppelganger, every avatar is smashed into the air, smashed into nothing, and the corresponding purple jade flute will also disappear.

His own half-saint cultivation, every clone, and every avatar also have the peak cultivation of almost the four grades of the Holy Monarch, but in front of this purple jade flute, there is actually no strength to resist.

No, not only the avatar incarnation, but also his own body, even if he kept moving and using all kinds of escape methods, the purple jade flute kept following, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and he couldn't get rid of it.

He knew that he hadn't died yet, it wasn't that his speed was faster than this purple jade flute, but that Yun Yang's side hadn't given the final order to kill him yet!

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and Ning Fengxue once again has the fear of facing death!

He fled frantically, using countless means, many weapons, many magical powers, and many magic weapons were all thrown out by him...... But no matter what kind of magic weapon or earth-shattering magic weapon, before coming to the purple jade flute, it was all vaporized instantly, and it disappeared in an instant!

There was no room for even a slight delay in its movements, and it was as unremarkable as it was at the beginning.

No wind, no movement!

Just so slowly, slowly flying with him.

The figure flashed, and Ning Fengxue appeared in front of Yun Yang again, and at a glance, the shocking scene almost collapsed.

Yun Yang was still imprisoned by himself, but in front of Yun Yang, there was still a pipe of purple jade flute lying sideways, as if he was a dutiful guard, without wind and movement.

But what the hell is it that keeps chasing after him?

Today, what the hell is it!?

The moment the two sides looked at each other, Ning Fengxue saw that although Yun Yang was still unable to move, his cold eyes were looking at him quietly.

At this time, Ning Fengxue's face was pale, his original appearance was like a fairy, and he had already disappeared from the world, leaving him in embarrassment, but the look in his eyes was still calm.

Even if it was not for the fact that the whole right hand had disappeared all the way to the shoulder, the so-called embarrassment would have been the same.

There was no trace of blood on the severed arm, as if it was ...... Born without a right hand!

The purple jade flute quietly resided at his right shoulder, no longer advancing, but never retreating.

Just like before, there is no wind and no movement, and it is as calm as a mountain!

Ning Fengxue no longer flickered and moved, no longer used various secret methods, and seemed to have given up struggling, but in fact, he was running the Xuan Gong wholeheartedly, wanting to recover his right arm.

But the more you run the body, the more unsightly the look on your face becomes.

At the Saint Monarch realm, even if the entire body is broken, as long as there is a little flesh and blood left, it can be used to quickly recover from the Saint Monarch's powerful vitality.

And with Ning Fengxue's super cultivation that has reached the Semi-Saint level, it stands to reason that only one arm is gone, and if he wants to recover, he can grow back in the blink of an eye, which is completely no different from his original arm.

But the reality now is ...... No matter what method he used, how he used to generate the Xuan Qi in his body like the Han Sea to repair and breed, the broken arm just couldn't grow.

The endless and inexhaustible vitality continues to pour into the shoulder, and it can only disappear instantly, and it is impossible to nourish the body at all, and the broken arm continues.

Coupled with the fact that all the countless doppelganger avatars were shattered by the purple jade flute just now, Ning Fengxue's spiritual power had weakened to the extreme, less than half of what it was in its heyday!

Now this world's pinnacle powerhouse above the clouds is like a candle in the wind, with only a spark left; if Yun Yang hadn't stopped with a thought, I'm afraid he would have been directly killed by Zi Yuxiao, how could it be a fluke?!

Ning Fengxue finally stopped his efforts, calmly never saw him again, and smiled miserably, and then the whole person calmed down, and in a snap of his fingers, the confinement of the trapped clouds was immediately lifted, and then he let out a long sigh: "Good means, really good means, what kind of magic weapon is this?"

As soon as Yun Yang stretched out his hand, the tube of purple jade flute in front of him disappeared at the same time as the purple jade flute that stayed at Ning Fengxue's shoulder, leaving only the tube that fell into his hand, as if from beginning to end, there was only one tube of purple jade flute;

"I don't dare to bear good means, but it's just the last bit of Yun's reliance. ”

Yun Yang said lightly: "The talisman treasure that this master gave me...... It's the seniors who I definitely can't deal with, and the power of this flute, I'm also seeing it for the first time today, and I only have a magnificent spectacle in my heart, breathtaking!"

Ning Fengxue laughed.

"The old man wants to kill you, you have the upper hand at this time, why don't you kill the old man happily?"

Yun Yang said quietly: "Yun has never been a bad person, but...... It's always a pity that people like their predecessors die like this. Blood Soul Mountain, after all, you still need warriors!"

"The power of this purple jade flute is too amazing, I'm afraid that it is impossible for the senior's arm to recover......"

Ning Fengxue shook her head and smiled faintly: "Deceitful and reckless, self-inflicted calamity, vainly trying to harm the heroes of the world, if this arm is the punishment of the heavens for old decay, but it is a shallow punishment, how dare you ask for more." ”

With a wave of his hand, he led Yun Yang to descend vertically from the sky to the top of the mountain.

While the two of them were down-to-earth, Ning Fengxue sighed and said softly: "Back then...... He Buyu is the reincarnation of the old man's disciple, he was chased and killed when he was weak, and his life was in danger of being overturned, it was really Dongfang Xingchen who appeared with a guard and saved his life. ”

Yun Yang: "Huh?"

Thinking of the Saint Monarch powerhouse who guarded the Blood Soul Mountain, why didn't he say anything, he was actually the reincarnation of this eldest apprentice?

The palace master took Dongfang Xingchen, who was still young at the time, and sent it to the old man without saying a word...... In the face of the palace master, although the old man knew that this matter was probably calculated by the young palace master, he also promised one thing... This favor can be used by the old man to make a shot for the young palace master, it can be ...... Anything!"

Yun Yang's face tense: "Anything?!, right...... Cultivating with the status of a senior, since it is a commitment, it should naturally be anything, and there is really nothing in this world that cannot be done by predecessors, and cannot be done!"

A bleak smile appeared on Ning Fengxue's face: "Manpower is sometimes poor, even if you are a half-saint cultivator, you are still a human being, and if you promise anything, you will naturally have to pay the price, when you said that sentence, you already felt that the Heavenly Dao punished sometimes...... But he is self-confident and blindly confident. Originally...... It should be here, and sure enough, the way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who will be spared!"

"After this move, the old man in this world, except for Lord Yunzun's grace of not killing, there is no longer any cause and effect entanglement...... Lord Yunzun has his own ravine, but I am afraid that he will not be able to look down on the old man's reward, since Lord Yunzun said that the Blood Soul Mountain lacks warriors...... The old man pinned his hopes on the Blood Soul Mountain to kill a few more demon kings as compensation. ”

He glanced at Yun Yang: "Lord Yunzun, thank you for your grace of Wang Han's life, old man, I will leave." ”

Yun Yang knew in his heart that this old man actually knew everything in his heart, so he explained a few words of ins and outs before leaving.

"Seniors walk slowly. In the future, on the Blood Soul Mountain, when we may see each other again, we may not be able to resist the enemy side by side and fight against the strong enemy together. ”

Ning Fengxue laughed: "Okay, good, on the Blood Soul Mountain, let's see you again." ”

Before the words fell, his remaining left hand had already torn the space with a wave, and he stepped in, but turned back again, wanting to say something, but he still didn't say it after all, and waved his hand, and disappeared without a trace.

Yun Yang has this purple jade flute in his hand, where can he still need to mention something.

As for what Yun Yang wanted to do, it was not his turn to say.

Everything, just let it be.

......

Looking at the departure of Ning Fengxue, the peak cultivator of this world, Yun Yang's eyes were deep.

Stars in the East!

Sure enough, it was Dongfang Haoran's son who instructed the most, and it was also his most urgent desire to let himself die, so he even dispatched a half-saint cultivator to believe in the sniper operation, and he did not die with the heart of death.

"It's time to settle this matter once and for all. I just don't know...... Would you like to see what happens after I solve it......"

"The arrival of this demi-saint should be the pinnacle of this accident...... I believe that these holy sons should invite the strong saints who do not move!"

"If I were the star of the East, please move Ning Fengxue, waste such a big favor, how can I be a little unwilling in my heart, I want to recover some of the price is the ......"

"Ning Fengxue, a half-saint powerhouse, has no chance of missing, otherwise I would think that the big thing has been decided!"

"So, I should be ...... So and so ......"

......

In a secret space, three people with equally heavy faces sat in a group.

"How many are you over there?" Dongfang Haoran has always been calm and calm in his heart, but at this time, it became extremely ugly, and asked Ximen repeatedly.

Ximen overturned the Lord of the Western Heavenly Sacred Palace, and his face was almost distorted: "Thirty-two...... What about you?" he asked Beigong Ruri.

Beigong Liuli's face was pale: "Twenty-eight!"

Dongfang Haoran vomited blood and said, "Why are you so ......?"

At this moment, he felt that he was really ashamed.

............

< didn't write eight thousand after all. >