Qing Yuanzi, as the chief disciple of the Zilan True Throne, was superior to others in terms of cultivation and experience.

Just hearing this crane chirp, Qing Yuanzi's heart trembled, he didn't dare to look at it at all, and the whole person didn't care about the image of a disciple of Shushan, a lazy donkey rolled on the ground and rolled out.

It has to be said that Qing Yuanzi has experience.

Although this time it was very humiliating and embarrassing, it was indeed a life.

The target of the red-crowned Xuanhe's dive this time was indeed Qingyuanzi, and at the last moment, Qingyuanzi rolled on the ground, so that the claws of the red-crowned Xuanhe failed to catch him.

But the only remaining disciple by Qing Yuanzi's side was not so lucky.

The disciple was so frightened when he heard the crane's chirp that he instinctively turned his head to look, but the result was just right, and the claws of the red-crowned crane slashed across his neck.

Poof!

A blood injection rose into the sky, more than two feet high, and looking at that disciple again, the whole person's head was cut off by the claws of the red-crowned Xuanhe.

All of this happened very quickly, Zilan Zhenren was shocked again and again, and he still hadn't fully come to his senses, and he didn't even understand why the red-crowned Xuanhe lost control and attacked his own people.

At this moment, Zilan Zhenren finally saw the eye at the center of the little black eyebrows that emitted a dark green light.

This dementor may be a gift from God to Xiao Hei to deal with beasts, but it doesn't have much effect on people, even so, when Zilan Zhenren saw Xiao Hei's soul pupil, he also felt that his soul was a little shaken.

In an instant, Zilan Zhenren understood.

He looked at Xiao Hei again, and the shock in his heart was indescribable. There is such an existence in this world, which can forcibly erase the soul imprint of the original owner in the pet beast's body? And it is so fast, my red-crowned Xuanhe has the bloodline of a demigod beast, and it already has the realm of an eighth-order fierce beast, ten thousand

Unexpectedly, in such a short period of time, he was forcibly subdued by this evil animal, it was terrible, it was really terrible, the person surnamed Yan was already terrible, and he was followed by this kind of anti-heaven existence......

Zilan Zhenren was shocked in his heart.

Qing Yuanzi rolled to the ground, and another disciple was killed by the red-crowned Xuanhe, as a master, he must not sit idly by.

So, Zilan Zhenren shook the dust in his hand and prepared to flash forward. The dust whisk that can be held in the hands of Zilan real people, of course, will not be an ordinary thing, this thousand wisps of dust, the same has the quality of the holy order, but it is not as good as the four holy swords of Shu Mountain, and naturally it is not as good as the Haotian Mirror, this one is a thousand dust

The grade is under the holy artifact.

"Evil animal, don't be rampant, this seat must not give up with you today, you will return the life of this disciple. With a shout, Zilan Zhenren was obviously angry.

I'm afraid that at this moment, no one can be calm.

In this moment.

Zilan Zhenren suddenly felt a trace of murderous intent surrounding him, and suddenly heard a sound of breaking the air in his ears.

Sou!

He hurriedly looked, but saw that where Yan Fei was, a purple light shot out in his direction.

This purple light was the sword qi emitted by Yan Fei from the Red Flame Sword Vein, with the sword qi of the Divine Phoenix Lei Yan.

Xiao Hei had just fought a big battle and was injured, and Yan Fei did not allow him to manifest his deity, in this case, if Zilan Zhenren made a move, Xiao Hei would definitely suffer a big loss, how could Yan Fei sit idly by.

Condensing the sword and turning into a sword, a sword qi attacked, and the purple and blue real people did not dare to be careless.

Zilan Zhenren hurriedly waved the thousands of wisps in his hand and set up a layer of blue-white light curtain in front of him, forming a solid protective shield.

Almost at the moment when the protective shield was formed, Yan Fei's sword qi shot directly at it.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, deafening.

The Red Flame Sword Qi burst open and turned into a ball of purple fire, instantly enveloping the purple and blue real people, and the disciples of Shushan couldn't help but change their faces when they saw it, they couldn't see what happened to the purple and blue real people in the fire group. The three elders of the Sword Sect did have the idea of watching the excitement, but at this moment, they couldn't help but sweat for Zilan Zhenren, wanting to see the excitement because Zilan Zhenren had embarrassed the three of them just now, but in the end, they were all one

is in one camp, if the purple and blue real people are really defeated, they will not be better.

After about a dozen breaths.

The firelight gradually dissipated, and the figure of the purple and blue real person finally reappeared in front of everyone.

Everyone looked at it.

......

The defensive shield that Zilan Zhenren laid just now no longer exists, this is nothing, the main thing is that the thousand threads of dust in his hand are actually only one rod left, and the thousands of threads on the thousands of threads of dust have disappeared.

Those who understand cannot help but be amazed.

The dust rod is made of 10,000-year-old peach wood, and the dust silk is made of iceberg silk, which is extremely tough, and one can withstand the strength of thousands of catties.

As a result, I didn't see Yan Fei use any too strong means, it was just a random finger of sword qi, and it was ruined like this?

What a fire.

I'm afraid that even the Samadhi True Fire can't burn the thousands of wisps of dust of the Zilan Real People.

If the dust is still like this, the purple and blue real deity can be imagined.

The hair is gone, not a single one is gone, the eyebrows are gone, the beard is gone, and the original crane hair and childish face have completely changed.

At this moment, Zilan Zhenren has a scorched face, some dry black things stuck to his head, his whole face is black, and only two eyes are white.

As for the robes on his body, there was no damage.

Obviously, this Dao robe of the Zilan Zhenren is also a treasure, and it is a defensive treasure.

For a while, looking at Zilan's real appearance, some disciples actually had the urge to laugh.

Some turned around directly, covered their mouths, and forced themselves not to laugh, and if they laughed at this time, they would not be far from death.

After a few breaths, the purple and blue real person seemed to want to speak, a mouth.

Call!

A puff of white smoke came out of his mouth.

At this moment, Zilan is a real person, if it is washed, Yan Fei estimates that he should be able to become a monk, and this head shape is in line. Without waiting for Zilan Zhenren to speak, Yan Fei walked forward from a distance and took the lead in speaking: "This real person, my brother is learning from your disciples, as a master, if you make a move, you will inevitably lose your identity, if you have to fight, you."

The opponent is me, and you won't have to worry about their business. The corners of Zilan's eyes trembled, and after a few breaths, he opened his mouth to reveal two rows of white teeth, and scolded regardless of his identity: "Bastard, surnamed Yan, you are a beast, you, you ...... If I don't kill you today, I, I'......."