When Murong Boyuan heard this, his face suddenly changed again and again.

The pendant on his chest is indeed very promising. It is said that when his parents fostered him in Tianjimen, they entrusted it to the head of the house. And in that pendant, there is a wisp of immortal essence remaining, which can save his life at a critical moment.

But even in the Tianji Gate, only the head of the sect knew about this matter, and Murong Boyuan never expected that Ye Wuya would see the origin of this thing just by looking at it.

On his chest, wisps of life in the pendant continued to enter Murong Boyuan's body, and the internal injuries caused by Ye Wuya's knife quickly began to recover, Murong Boyuan barely wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

Ye Wuya sneered, the magic knife in his hand was raised high again, and in the cloudy sky, there were suddenly countless wails of the undead, and they frantically gathered towards Ye Wuya's magic knife.

At the same time, the pendant on Murong Boyuan's neck seemed to sense some crisis, and the spiritual power gushed out wildly, tightly surrounding Murong Boyuan's side, Murong Boyuan was shocked to find that there was a trace of fear in that rich aura!

What could make even the spiritual creatures left behind by the immortals feel afraid? Murong Boyuan looked at the heavenly demon-like existence in mid-air in disbelief, and finally a trace of timidity finally appeared in his eyes.

He let out a loud shout, kicked his feet on the ground suddenly, and his body suddenly shot towards Ye Wuya like an arrow off the string, and the soul power of his whole body was mobilized to the extreme in an instant, and he smashed Ye Wuya with all his strength.

With his punch, a faint ripple slowly spread out from his fist, and even the space was distorted.

"What's the matter, don't you plan to let me make three moves?" Ye Wuya sneered, contemptuously scorning Murong Boyuan who rushed from diagonally below, holding the magic knife in his hand and slashing at Murong Boyuan.

For a while, the sky was dark, the ghosts and gods roared together, and Murong Boyuan only felt that in the pitch-black sword light, countless unjust souls were attacking him like a tide, as if he was a leaf in the tsunami, and he had been swallowed up by Ye Wuya's attack in an instant.

And the moment Ye Wuya's sword light touched Murong Boyuan, a golden light suddenly bloomed on Murong Boyuan's chest!

"Even a broken immortal creature dares to be presumptuous in front of the deity, break it for me!" Ye Wuya's mouth provoked a sneer, the magic knife in his hand shot again, and the whole person descended from the sky like a god, slashing at the golden enchantment.

Only a loud bang was heard, and the enchantment trembled violently, and under Murong Boyuan's horrified gaze, countless cracks spread. Ye Wuya's mouth burst into a loud shout, his whole body was full of demonic energy, and the magic knife in his hand sank down hard, only to hear a click, and the enchantment suddenly turned into fragments in the sky!

In mid-air, Murong Boyuan's body fell like a bird with folded wings, and this time, he no longer had the strength to get up.

Ye Wuya's body slowly fell from the air, and he walked in front of Murong Boyuan step by step, with a look of disappointment in his eyes: "The first person of the younger generation of Tianjimen? ”

After speaking, Ye Wuya slowly lifted the magic knife in his hand, and was about to behead Murong Boyuan under the knife.

And at this moment, a wall of light suddenly condensed in the sky, and in that wall of light, a voice containing majesty shouted in a deep voice: "Keep people under the knife!"

Ye Wuya's hand paused slightly and looked back.

I saw that in the middle of the wall of light, the phantom of an old man wearing a Taoist robe with a long beard and white hair slowly emerged, and the old man looked at Murong Boyuan under Ye Wuya's knife from afar, and said with a gloomy face: "This son, you can't move this person in front of you." ”

"Oh?" Ye Wuya turned around with interest, looked at the old man's eyes and said, "Who are you?"

The old man took a deep breath, and there was a hint of inviolable majesty in his tone: "Old man Tianji Gate Lin Xiao!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately gasped.

The name Lin Xiao, but anyone with a little knowledge, it is impossible not to know, because this is the name of the head of the Tianji Gate!

As a great sect that has been circulating for a long time, Lin Xiao's strength is naturally undoubted, and it has been rumored many years ago that he has reached the level of the sixth rank of the Returning One Realm! You must know that after the strength of the cultivator reaches the Returning One Realm, every step forward, it is a world of difference, and a strong person of the six grades of the Returning One Realm, even if he gathers all the Returning Realm powerhouses in Tianze City, will never win.

Seeing Lin Xiao appear, everyone couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh, secretly saying that today Ye Wuya wants to move Murong Boyuan, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to ascend to the sky.

However, Ye Wuya just stared at him lightly, without any expression fluctuation on his face, and said lightly: "Who is Lin Xiao, this son doesn't know!"

Lin Xiao's face sank slightly, and there was a little more coldness in his tone, and he said in a deep voice: "Young people don't think that they have some ability, they don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and Murong Boyuan's identity is not something that people like you can move." ”

When Ye Wuya heard this, a trace of rebelliousness suddenly appeared on his face, and he sneered: "Interesting, my son has recently learned the ability to tell hexagrams, I don't know if Your Excellency is interested?"

Lin Xiao was stunned for a moment, but he didn't know what Ye Wuya's words meant, and couldn't help blurting out, "What do you mean?"

Ye Wuya's face turned cold, and the magic knife in his hand suddenly slashed towards Murong Boyuan, and said in a calm tone: "What are you!"

His knife was extremely decisive, and the next moment, Murong Boyuan's head had already fallen to the ground, and the blood immediately stained the ground under his feet.

Seeing this, Lin Xiao's face suddenly changed greatly, and he said angrily: "You are so bold!"

Ye Wuya moved his shoulder, and the magic knife in his hand pointed at Lin Xiao impatiently and said, "Old thing, you'd better remember, I, Ye Wuya, have no one who can't move." ”

"Bastard!" Lin Xiao's face was full of anger, and his whole body suddenly exuded a terrifying aura, "A child of a mere family dares to be so arrogant, without bloodbathing your Ye family, do you really think that I have no one in Tianji Gate?"

"Bloodwash my Ye family?" Ye Wuya didn't care about Lin Xiao's threat at all, the nether fire in his hand fell, and he actually burned Murong Boyuan to ashes in front of Lin Xiao, "The last person who said this, the grave grass is already several feet high. ”

After speaking, Ye Wuya paused slightly, and said with a rebellious face: "Tianjimen, isn't it amazing?"