"No! Bad uncle won't die!" Nangong Ling'er cried with pear blossoms and rain, and tears dripped all over her dress. Under the weak figure, the helpless shouts were pitiful.

On the side, the old monster of the Xuanjian Sect also arrived. Stand aside and watch this scene quietly. Even if he couldn't bear it, he couldn't save the formation. Back to the light, the current formation master is left to hang in one breath. Even if Da Luo Jinxian came, there was nothing he could do.

"Ling, Ling'er, if there is an afterlife, you, can you say that you like me?"

"Woooooo Yes, yes! Bad uncle, you don't want to die, you can listen to as much as you want, Ling'er will tell you to listen! I..."

The sad little face suddenly froze. Nangong Ling'er looked blankly at the lifeless array master in her arms, that handsome face, that peaceful smile, it was so choked up by Nangong Ling'er.

"No, no!"

Nangong Ling'er wanted to let out a hoarse voice, but her choked throat couldn't spit out a single sound. A feeling of sadness swept over her body and mind. Tears had already filled her eyes, and it was impossible for her to open them. That hissing appearance is really distressing.

"The formation master is dead, and we will take out the Fa in his brain. Someone shouted.

At this moment, everyone's evil thoughts were exposed. In the name of the big name, the final result is to get the supreme method of the formation master. The terrifying superimposed magic circle was not able to calm down.

Airplanes!

An old monster struck first, and with a big hand raised, the void roared, and a big hand went straight to the formation division. As for Nangong Ling'er, with the power of the old monster, it naturally won't affect her.

Anyone could tell that the old monster cared only about the woman. Now that the formation master is dead, if he is hurting the woman, it will only increase his troubles. If you lose your wife and soldiers at that time, it can be said that the gains outweigh the losses.

Rumble!

But just as the old monster reached out in front of the woman, a ray of light rose and directly flicked away the hand that the monster had evolved.

"This?" Everyone was stunned for a moment, and moved their eyes to the old monster of the Xuanjian Sect.

Although this is the casual hand of the old monster, it is impossible to be bounced away so easily. Moreover, Nangong Ling'er has not even arrived as a saint yet. So their eyes were on the old monster of the Xuanjian Sect.

In his eyes, he saw the old monster of the Xuanjian Sect staring at Nangong Ling'er with a solemn expression. The force of that blow was not fired by him, but Nangong Ling'er bounced off on her own.

"With the power of the quasi-saint, you can take over the power of the old monster?"

Everyone's hearts were beating violently, what a fantasy this was, even if the power of the old monster's hand just now was just waving at random. However, it is as simple as Nangong Ling'er. For them, the shock is not small.

"The power of the circle!" said an old monster. Seeing through the essence at a glance, Nangong Ling'er used to depict the magic circle, thus bounce off the blow of the old monster.

"Whoever bullies the bad uncle, you all die!" roared angrily. It resounded in the ears of the people.

Click!

couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts, and everyone suddenly heard a crisp sound.

The transparent glass, the glass heart that was already full of cracks, was broken!

Bang!

The sky roared, and the dark clouds of black oppression suppressed everyone's hearts. The boundless thunder resounded in everyone's hearts.

"Thunder Tribulation, who is spending the Thunder Tribulation?" someone exclaimed.

The Thunder Tribulation is the true power of the heavens, and even if everyone is a saint, they will be afraid of it. Especially at this moment, this thundercloud has not yet formed, but the breath it brings makes everyone feel extremely depressed.

"Could it be her?" everyone was startled, and their eyes met Nangong Ling'er.

Groov!

The eye contact, everyone's hearts chilled. What kind of look was that? How cold! But under the eye contact, the whole body felt as if he had fallen into a 10,000-year-old ice cave, and he was cold from head to foot.

Bang!

A purple divine thunder pierced the sky and was imprinted in everyone's eyes.

"Purple Sky Thunder?" everyone was shocked.

"It's just the thunder tribulation that has just been bred, and it will be the legendary purple heavenly thunder?"

The oppressive aura rose higher and higher, continuing to increase in the sky, Nangong Ling'er's eyes were cold, her fingers floated, and the power of the magic circle covered the body of the formation master, protecting him tightly.

That year, it was he who protected her. At this moment, it was her turn to protect him. But all she could protect was a corpse.

Bang!

The terrifying purple thunder resounded and struck down directly.

Syllable!

Nangong Ling'er directly resisted the terrifying thunder alone. The long white dress fluttered lightly, and her weak figure only trembled slightly.

"Whoever bullies a bad uncle will die!"

The cold gaze looked directly at everyone, and at this moment, everyone felt as if they were being targeted by a peerless beast.

Bang!

Purple thunder fell again, but all it hit was a patch of air. Nangong Ling'er's figure has already arrived in front of a saint, how fast it is.

"So fast!" exclaimed, and the saint's eyes suddenly widened.

In his heart, a fair, slender hand pierced directly through his body. A bloody heart was held in Nangong Ling'er's hand.

Poof!

I can faintly hear the beating of my heart.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out and fell directly on the white dress. The saint quickly left Nangong Ling'er's body alone.

"This?"

The crowd was shocked. No one reacted during the whole process. Even Nangong Ling'er's figure was not captured. The hot blood infected Nangong Ling'er's arm, but those eyes were still extremely cold. There was not the slightest expression on his face either.

The glass has been shattered. The rest, it's just endless darkness.

Boom! Boom!

At this moment, the heavens seemed to be angry about what had just happened. Purple thunder fell from the sky, each as thick as a baby's arm. The thick heavenly power pressed down, and even the old monster was touched. But Nangong Ling'er is still like a cold machine. The terrifying purple thunder struck her as if it were nothing.

Brush!

Nangong Ling'er's figure disappeared this time, and when she reappeared, her white dress was stained with wisps of blood. A powerful saint with his hands on his throat, his eyes wide open, revealing a face of extreme horror.

Brush!

Without any flow of mercy, Nangong Ling'er stretched out her two big hands and directly tore the saint in half.

Bloody machine, for Nangong Ling'er at this moment, she no longer has the slightest emotion. The purple thunder that fell on her body had no effect on her.

Without any feelings, Nangong Ling'er only knew that she was going to kill all the people who bullied her bad uncle.