Calm voices echoed in the air, and there was silence all around.

No one knows what happened. There were no superfluous movements, no collisions, no roars, and not even a cruel word, Yan Meng was already unconscious.

Without waiting for Gu Xi to make a move, the brute stepped out in a hurry, waved his hand to scoop Yan Meng up from the ground, and stared at Yelian fiercely with a ferocious gaze, as if he wanted to break her body into pieces.

The flower of eternity smiled back, indescribably indifferent and light.

The barbarian had no choice but to go away in a huff, and took Yan Meng directly to the hillside where Thirteen Lang and the others were, gritting his teeth and shouting two words.

"Dementors!"

No matter what happens on the battlefield, no one is allowed to do any evil to the students participating in the competition, this is the consensus of the whole Taoist Academy, and His Holiness is no exception.

The guess in my heart was confirmed, and a group of people hurriedly gathered around, looking at the cute girl like a sleeping beauty, and asked one after another.

"What about the dementors?"

Shisanlang asked, "How can I save it?"

Manzun didn't respond, he casually took out a bottle of unknown pill from his arms, took out one and gave it to Yan Meng before he said in a deep voice: "Yelian needs to be rescued in person, whether there is any trouble, it depends on her mind." ”

Thirteen Lang's expression was slightly tight, and he didn't know what to say.

The barbarian said: "Don't worry, whether it is hostile or not, the five thunders will still sell me this little face;

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the spirit whimsical frowned secretly, wanting to say something, but was stopped by Thirteen Lang's eyes.

Manzun said: "The soul of the snake is already good at the attack of the primordial gods, and it is still taken alive. If it is an ordinary magic weapon, it can't resist the soul light of that lotus. ”

Thirteen Lang said: "I should not be afraid, but not with the help of treasures, others ...... Don't show up again. ”

Unconsciously, Thirteen Lang spoke with a commanding tone when talking to several peers, and everyone was used to it, and they didn't feel anything wrong.

Liu Ruoyi was about to speak. Suddenly, his eyes condensed slightly, and he said, "Someone is on the field again." ”

Everyone turned back and looked back to the platform.

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During the battle of the first day. Thirteen Lang swept away several branch generals who were close to the Thirteenth Branch, and the rest were mostly in support of Ziyun or neutral, and at this time it was Qi Tao, a deputy general from the Sixth Branch, who took the stage. The performance has been good before, too.

Seeing the clues, there are not only one barbarian, but there are also many students who have the treasure of the primordial gods, Qi Tao is obviously prepared to fight against the light of the soul, and without waiting for a greeting, he sacrifices a string of ancient Buddha beads in the air, like a vajra magic cover, and firmly encircles his body in it.

Yelian sat calmly on the phoenix chair, ignoring him and his movements, just waiting for the battle to begin.

The order sounded, Qi Tao broke off with a shout, and his hands danced like wheels. Dozens of spirit runes were released in one go.

The sword of the forest shot out in the air, the fire of the fire swept in all directions, and countless sharp thorns were born on the earth, and the tentacles like iron locks poked out from the sharp thorns, and there was a torrential rain in the air, with a blue cold. All of them were bombarded by the body of the night lotus.

The five systems are complete, and the strength Qi Tao showed at this moment is much stronger than his previous battlefields.

Having made up his mind to attack to the end, he didn't wait for the power of the spirit rune to be fully activated, and opened his mouth to spew out a yellow glow, turning into a golden bell in the wind. The night lotus falls as a hood.

Qi Tao seems to be related to Buddhism, and the giant bell of Buddha beads has an extremely pure Buddhist atmosphere, and the sound is like Da Lu.

His offensive is like the name Qi Tao, not only Qi but also like waves crashing on the shore, endlessly.

The overwhelming spell core, the countless jumping and flickering spiritual light was in the center, and the night lotus's expression remained unchanged, still gently raising her fingers.

It's still a bud, it's still a lotus flower blooming, it's still a glow in the sky. ...,

This time, the lotus flower is purple.

Purple lotus seven leaves, surrounded on three sides, two sides horizontally, one side is like a pergola shade, zuihou one side is particularly gentle, like a spring breeze hand in the air, gently caressing Qi Tao's head.

The fire clouds rolled upside down, the earth calmed down, the blue rain falling from the sky turned into green smoke, and the more than ten seemingly indestructible sword lights seemed to be smelted by unimaginable high temperatures after stabbing the lotus leaves, and they hung down softly, like snakes that had been cramped.

The giant bell filled with Buddha's aura was pasted and wrapped by a lotus leaf before it had time to reveal its body, and then slowly tightened.

There was a sound of sour teeth echoing in the air, and the weak lotus leaves were like pythons wrapped around the prey, and the visual distortion caused by the squeezing made people feel in their hearts, as if they were not tied to a dead thing, but a living person.

A strangely curved iron rod fell from the air, and the lotus leaf re-unfolded and flew back into the hand of the night lotus. As far as the eye can see, except for the luster of the lotus leaves is slightly dim, it seems that there is no damage at all.

"No ......"

Qi Tao roared angrily and exclaimed, his body retreated, swept obliquely, and flew wildly, and he used his Dao supernatural powers and treasures in his hands to bombard the lotus leaves with an almost crazy touch.

Completely useless.

The lotus leaf danced in the supernatural power, jumped in the spiritual light, walked through the treasure, ignored the attack, and after a cat-and-mouse chase, finally stroked Qi Tao's head.

Then it turned into a purple veil, and it was scattered, and then it was gathered away.

"Uh......"

As if in a nightmare, like a wail in the abyss, the dull and desperate roar only came out for half a lifetime, and came to an abrupt end.

The purple veil slowly unfolded, and a bloody corpse fell to the ground, and a wisp of green smoke floated from the corpse, and the sound of wailing and trembling trembled.

"Yesterday, you spoke disrespectfully to your companion about this seat. ”

Yelian's calm voice came into the phantom's ears, and she raised her hand to recall Zilian and said, "Next." ”

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Two consecutive victories weren't enough to deter the students, and the third challenger was soon there.

The fierce battle against Yelian brought not only glory, but also a good opportunity to establish the ranking of the inner courtyard in one fell swoop; more importantly, everyone has seen that Yelian's ruthless and vicious Thirteen Lang is different, and he always leaves a line against the enemy, even if he has hatred. I don't just take people's lives.

And for the monks, as long as they don't die, they still have a chance to turn over and rise again. Moreover, the remaining students have obtained the qualification of the inner court, and it is not a big deal to be injured or even mutilated, and the Taoist Academy has made proper arrangements.

With such a guarantee, anyone who feels they have a chance to win is eager to try it and will not back down easily.

This student is good at ghost paths. Holding a large banner several feet long in his hand, thousands or even hundreds of thousands of ghost slaves swarmed out in the wind. The boundless black mist filled every inch of the battlefield.

In the roar of the Yin Ghosts, the eight powerful ghosts with purple intent all over their bodies were fierce, and the aura they emitted did not go down to the monks of the middle stage of the Jiedan; It is an auxiliary to suppress the soul flag.

Zuihou is even more violet, his body has faintly shown signs of condensation, and his two ghost eyes are constantly flickering, which is quite similar to Gu Xi.

Just one step away, it can turn into a ghost king and become an existence comparable to a primordial infant in the ghost path.

"Dementor, I'll let you take enough!"

The monk's body turned illusory, and the voice echoed in all directions at the same time, if you don't consider whether it is ugly or good, it is similar to the faint sound of the night lotus.

The surroundings are wrapped in layers of ghostly mist. Thousands of frightened and angry faces shook in front of her eyes, and Yelian's expression changed slightly, frowning slightly.

"Flower of eternity, you also taste the taste of one and nine of them!"

The monk's wild laughter did not fall, and Yelian raised her hand again.

The action is unchanged. The posture remains the same, only the gaze is slightly cold. ...,

It's a lotus flower again, a fire lotus.

There are five lotus flowers, and the fiery red lotus leaves are like five fiery red faces, which unfold and surround the night lotus, turning into five humanoid fire clouds.

Five clouds of fire are connected together. Like a child holding hands, he began to spin, and even bursts of joyful laughter could be heard in his ears, as if the fire spirits were dancing.

The rotating ring of fire thrust flat in all directions, too fast for people to see what was happening. The next moment, everyone felt that the battle was over.

The ghost mist disappeared, thousands of ghost slaves disappeared, and the eight main souls turned into eight wisps of green smoke, struggling to fly back to the soul to nourish, but found that the soul was gone, only a charred flagpole remained; under the flagpole, the smile on the monk's face had not yet disappeared, and he looked at this scene with his mouth wide open, and his soul was lost.

The situation of the only "surviving" ghost king is very bad, the semi-condensed body is covered with countless holes like a sieve, the fiery red eyes are dim, and an arm full of sharp thorns is also missing, and the connection with the body is smoking, like charred but extinguished coal.

The Ghost King looked around in horror, and then let out a terrible roar, his body shook and rolled back, and he swooped towards the few wisps of green smoke.

It is badly wounded, it will die, it needs to live, it needs to devour other spirits.

The eight remnant souls were unwilling to be devoured, but they had no power to resist, and they were sucked into the abdomen by the ghost king one after another, and the injuries in their bodies were slightly alleviated, and the missing arms gradually grew.

Its gaze wandered around it, zuihou falling on the monk who had lost his soul.

Greed is spreading.

The tiger eats the wolf, the wolf eats the sheep, and the sheep can only eat grass. Ghosts like monks to give birth to souls, and after being seriously injured, the ghost king, the instinct in the soul begins to take over.

Since the woman sitting on the phoenix chair can't be provoked, since the master has lost his soul, since the soul ban has been loosened by the flames, why not...... Swallow him!

"Whew!"

The ghost king roared, and his body pounced.

"Ghostly things are the most disliked by me. ”

The curling voice had a rare hint of fierceness, and with the words, the five slightly dull and tired fire spirits regrouped, and drew a clear tail flame in the air, fitting in.

The ghost king was terrified, the monk was frightened, and he shouted and shouted in fear and panic, like a drowning man who is about to die, helpless and desperate, but there is no way to stop it.

"Don't!"

The fire clouds swept through the air, and the ghost king's stomach was subjected to five fire clouds, and he could no longer survive as before, and his body went from solidification to illusion in the struggle and roaring, from illusion to nothingness, and finally disappeared.

The monk was as tattered as a beggar, and it took more than a hundred years of painstaking work to build and collect the ghost slave to the point that there was nothing left, and even the soul banner was turned into a burning stick; it is conceivable that for a long time in the future, his combat power will be reduced by half, and he will no longer have the qualifications to be arrogant.

This is only the appearance, in fact, only he knows that Yelian has destroyed not only a magic weapon and thousands of ghost slaves, but also destroyed the root of the ghost mark in his body; from now on, not only can he no longer practice the ghost path, but also because he is often accompanied by ghosts, his cultivation is destined to stagnate, and he will be watched by ten thousand ghosts.

"Disrespectful words, a small punishment. ”

Ye Lian, who repeated the shot for the first time, recalled the fire lotus, and said in an indifferent voice, "Next." ”

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