Wang Yan touched Wang Luomei's hair and said gently: "Good, don't be afraid, this old man in front is very difficult to deal with, if the two of you are still here, it will affect my strength very much, but it is a little constrained, you and the Prince of God leave early, I can still find a chance to leave here." Wouldn't all three of us be safe that way. ”

"Really?" asked Wang Luomei with tears in her eyes.

"Fool, when did my brother lie to you? You just took the first step, and my brother went to you. Wang Yan touched Wang Luomei's hair again.

Wang Luomei nodded heavily, "You must come over, otherwise I will never forgive you for the rest of my life." ”

Wang Yan showed a bright smile, "Don't worry, I will do what I say, otherwise I will be a puppy." ”

Wang Luomei turned her cry into a smile, walked to the side of the Prince of God, and was always ready to run away with him.

Wu Zhu snorted coldly: "Don't be ashamed, in front of the scepter, I see how you can escape from me." ”

Wang Yan's eyes showed a fierce light, "Why? Just because I am the immortal in your mouth, is this reason enough." ”

"It doesn't matter if you're a god or not, defeat me and call it an immortal, an immortal without cultivation is a fake immortal, not even a monk. ”

Wang Yan didn't speak, he wanted to prove all this with his strength.

He had been in Yunluo for a month, it had been more than a month since he had last used the Wanyuan Spirit Body, and now he could use the Wanyuan Spirit Body against the enemy again.

The Dream Spirit Bead was in Wang Yan's hands, and the cultivation of the Wind Realm was forcibly promoted to the Initial Realm of Ascending Immortals.

Wang Yan opened the Wanyuan spirit body again.

In the Ascending Immortal Realm, he hadn't used the Wanyuan Spirit Body yet, so he didn't know what kind of situation it was.

The aura from all directions all surged towards Wang Yan's body, and the ferocity was like the tide of the sea, and even the clouds in the sky turned into a whirlpool.

In an instant, Wang Yan's position became the center of the hurricane.

Kilometers and 10,000 meters.

More than ten miles of spiritual energy were absorbed by Wang Yan.

Everyone, including Wu Zhu, felt like they couldn't breathe.

Wang Luomei saw Wang Yan use the Wanyuan Spirit Body, and most of the stones in her heart fell.

Wu Zhu and Prince Shen couldn't breathe and forgot to breathe, and the two of them were shocked by Wang Yan's breath.

"There is such a domineering practice in the world, incorporating thousands of spiritual energy into one's body, and immortals are not immortals. Prince God sighed.

Wu Zhu had another idea, he was even more excited, if Wang Yan was defeated and this exercise was obtained by himself, then who in the world would be his opponent.

"Don't hurry up and cast spells. Wang Yan shouted at the Prince of God.

The Prince of God shook his senses, knowing that the matter was urgent, he immediately pinched the magic seal in his hand, and the prototype of the teleportation formation appeared in front of him.

His strength had been fully recovered due to the input of the Dream Spirit Bead's aura, and the speed of the formation was not slow now.

Looking at the gradual formation of the formation, I thought that it would not take more than fifty breaths for the formation to be fully formed.

In other words, Wang Yan has to survive fifty breaths for them.

Wu Zhu will let the Prince of God leave safely, and his reputation is so important that he can't let this person pass it on.

Wu Zhu raised the scepter in his hand and smashed it towards Wang Yan.

As long as Wang Yan is defeated, those two are just a matter of fingers.

Wang Yan's cultivation is still rising from the initial realm of ascending immortals, and before Wu Zhu's scepter came to Wang Yan's body, his cultivation became the realm of ascending immortals, and he was in the same realm as Wu Zhu.

"It's a bit of a shame. Wang Yan sighed, it was a bit of a pity that he couldn't directly raise his cultivation to the Ling Tian Initial Realm, he could feel that as long as he took a small step forward, he could step into the realm that all cultivators dreamed of.

For more than two hundred years, the Ling Tian Realm that could have been able to ascend has been left in the human world and cannot become an immortal, in the past, people called Ling Tian Realm all the above immortals, and now if they can't fly to the Immortal Realm, Ling Tian Realm can't get the power of immortals, but the strength is a little stronger than the Ascending Immortal Realm, and the comparative realm is there, that's it, all the monks are also eager for Ling Tian Realm, this is a common problem of monks, everyone wants to be stronger.

Wang Yan thought that if he could raise his cultivation to the Ling Heaven Realm, he would not have to let the God Prince sacrifice the teleportation formation, he could easily defeat Wu Zhu, and then leave with the God Prince and Wang Luomei safely.

Maybe it's his own realm that just causes such a result, he can feel that there are still a lot of dense aura around him, even if he absorbs it, he can't enter his body anymore, it's like a vessel filled with water, no matter how he fills it, it can only be so much water, Wang Yan has already raised his cultivation to a bottleneck, and there is no way to make any more progress.

"I can only wait until my cultivation reaches the Immortal Realm, and then see if I can break that shackle. ”

Wu Zhu was in front of Wang Yan's eyes, he was only a zhang away from Wang Yan, and the scepter was closer to his body, and he was about to hit Wang Yan.

For Wang Yan, a monk who was in the Ascending Immortal Realm, such a distance was enough for him to make a move, unless there was a master above the Ling Tian Realm in front of him, then he would not have a chance to make a move.

Wu Zhu and Wang Yan's eyes collided together, and they were blocked by a piece of red.

The sunset sets.

Wang Yan did not hesitate to use the third form of the Evil Sword Technique, which was also the most powerful sword move in the evil sword technique that Wang Yan had ever met.

Countless reds blinded Wu Zhu's eyes. The sunset illuminated by the setting sun was as bright as blood, and Wu Zhu seemed to be in a sea of blood, and the air inhaled was full of fishy smell.

He was very excited, thinking that his move had seriously injured Wang Yan.

But it didn't take long for him to realize that he was wrong, and a backlash came from the Scepter that knocked him back.

His figure withdrew from the sea of blood, and he happened to see a blood mark on the corner of Wang Yan's mouth standing on the other side of the sea of blood.

Although Wang Yan's strength has improved, his physique has not improved, his original physique is very strong, comparable to the true dragon clan, it is also in the realm of ascending immortals, and he still can't withstand the shock in the face of the attack of the ascending immortal realm.

"There are still thirty breaths. Wang Yan looked at Wu Zhu, his eyes and tone were more like provocation, there were still thirty breaths left before the God Prince teleportation formation was formed, can you still stop him?

Wu Zhu's body was very cold, and he gave all the excess heat in his body to the scepter, and the scepter seemed to hear his call, and a hundred small formations suddenly appeared around Wu Zhu.

One thought turned into a hundred arrays, and the scepter was indeed an artifact.

Wu Zhu pointed the scepter at Wang Yan, and a hundred formations rushed to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan pointed the tip of his sword at the sky.

The sky seemed to be at dusk, and a little starlight began to appear in the sky.

Wang Yan just wanted to ask these starlights if they dared to fight the enemy with him.