Zhen Yan Yuanshen was directly frozen by the chill, and the brown hazy light and shadow no longer had the looming fluctuations, replaced by an extra layer of ice-blue glow on the surface. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhen Yan's face at this moment still has the calmness and calmness that a god realm cultivator should exude, and only the panic and uneasiness that a dying person should reveal.

Then Zhen Yan felt the chill of the ice to his bones, as if he was going to freeze him, the situation was like falling into an ice cave, and even the action of urging the soul wooden flute had become much slower.

"Bang..."

The 'Cold' sword moved, and several ordinary sword qi burst in, and now Zhen Yan's primordial spirit was trapped by the cold ice, so naturally he no longer had the power to resist, and several sharp sword qi directly bombarded the primordial god whose appearance appeared and had a blue halo.

Then the frozen primordial spirit immediately shattered, and a lot of ice slag was splashed in the surrounding air, and with the dissipation of nature and Zhen Yan's primordial spirit, the primordial spirit was ethereal, without a substantial body, it was just a kind of improvement of the divine consciousness and soul in the mind, everyone has it, and this divine consciousness and soul is still the foundation of everyone, but those monks continue to condense their divine consciousness and soul with their cultivation, so they will be promoted to become a primordial god, and lose the primordial spirit, just like a lamp without oil, no matter what kind of light and color you can bloom before, when the oil is gone, everything will dissipate like floating clouds。

At this moment, Zhen Yan's Yuan Shen was directly killed by Zhao Jiuge, naturally his life was not guaranteed, and he couldn't escape a falling ending, whether it was Zhen Yan's body or Zhen Yan's natal spirit beast, he couldn't escape the fate of falling with him.

When Zhen Yan's Yuan Shen was killed, in less than three breaths, Zhen Yan's own eyes lost their brilliance, and then his eyes dimmed, and his face still maintained the previous frightened look, as if telling the unwillingness in his heart, as if expressing his regret in his heart, he was originally in the realm of the gods, and he had a bright future in the future, but now he was buried in the realm of the Lost Dream Fairy, accompanied by the beautiful scenery of the blue sky and white clouds.

"Boom..."

Zhen Yan's body collapsed to the ground, making a dull sound, the flowers and plants on the ground were bent because of his body, and the dust was also raised, at this moment Zhen Yan completely fell, and there was no fluctuation of life breath on his body.

The natal spirit beast that was fighting against the yarn Qinglian Sword Array, because the owner Zhen Yan was dead, it was naturally unable to escape death after receiving the essence blood contract, and then the movements of this natal spirit beast suddenly stopped, and the big eyes of the copper bell also lost their brilliance, because of the essence blood contract, with the fall of Zhen Yan, this natal spirit beast will not do any harm on the surface, but his divine sense and soul will also disappear with Zhen Yan.

"Poof..."

Several sharp figures also resounded suddenly at this moment, this powerful natal spirit beast gave up resistance, without the urging of spiritual power, it naturally could no longer resist the attack of the Qinglian Sword Formation, and the sharp flying sword directly penetrated this natal spirit beast, messing up the flesh.

This made Zhao Jiuge see it and couldn't help muttering a little, such a good spirit beast, he couldn't help but lose his spirit, and the materials used by his body to refine magic weapons were also destroyed, so he couldn't help but feel a little wasteful.

At this moment, Zhen Yan finally died under Zhao Jiuge's sword, and the chief disciple of the Hundred Beast Valley who turned into a god realm fell, and this was also the most powerful disciple in history!

"Whoever kills my Xuantian Sword Sect disciple will be killed. ”

Zhao Jiuge looked at Zhen Yan's corpse and said, his tone was sharp, although Zhen Yan who fell to the ground couldn't hear this, but Zhao Jiuge deliberately said it to the people of the world, just to play a deterrent effect, so that the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect would not wander in the world in the future, and some people would dare to make a move on the disciples of their Xuantian Sword Sect!

Although the revenge has been avenged, but Zhao Jiuge is not half happy, at this time he can't help but think of the cold as the wind, the young man who has always been cold with a sword since the beginning, Zhao Jiuge can only say silently in his heart at the moment, brother go all the way, I have avenged you for revenge.

The wind is silent, and the people are silent.

There was silence all around, as if the wind in this dreamy fairyland also understood Zhao Jiuge's somewhat lonely mood at the moment.

"A disciple of the God Transformation Realm died like this?" Lin Banruorang, the woman in pink light veil next to her was a little dumbfounded, she never expected that even Zhen Yan's cultivation could fall, it can be seen that the strength of the Xuantian Sword Sect this year is indeed good.

"So what, Shasha and Zhao Jiuge, as well as those disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect, are now just at the end of the attack, and their Xuantian Sword Sect can only stop in the Dream Fairyland. ”

Lin Panruo's expression was indifferent, and there was still no emotional color in the language, just like the weather in the wax moon, which made people feel cold unconsciously.

Hearing Lin Banruo's words, Song Rujing subconsciously frowned, because Lin Banruo obviously had something to say, but even Song Rujing didn't say anything.

Compared to the quietness in the territory of the Misty Dream Immortal at this time, Xiaguang Peak was indeed very lively at the moment, especially after Zhen Yan fell, the entire Xiaguang Peak exploded.

On the peak of the glow.

When Zhao Jiuge's 'Cold' sword, the cold current of the ice and phoenix luan froze Zhen Yan's primordial spirit, and when Zhao Jiuge was about to raise his sword and continue to wield his sword qi, Su San was still able to hold his breath, and immediately couldn't sit still, stood up with his eyes wide open, and let out a loud shout.

But one is on Xiaguang Peak, and the other is in the dream fairyland, Zhao Jiuge naturally can't hear Su San's roar, let alone can't hear it, even if he hears it, with Zhao Jiuge's character, Zhao Jiuge will not have any hesitation, and will still choose to start.

When Zhen Yan Yuanshen was killed by Zhao Jiuge, the entire Xiaguang Peak was silent, even those who liked to watch the excitement did not dare to talk too much at this time, they all looked at Su San, when Zhen Yan fell, these people who joined in the excitement were full of shock, and their hearts were shocked, but they knew that this was the end, and the Valley of the Hundred Beasts would naturally not give up.

Su San's dark eyes were full of anger, and it seemed that it was difficult to accept the current situation for a long time, his beloved apprentice, the peerless genius of the Hundred Beast Valley in the past few hundred years, died under someone else's sword like this?

Su San's fingers were trembling slightly, his lips were slightly open, he wanted to say something for a long time but didn't say anything, but his eyes were a little dull looking at the scene of Zhen Yan's body lying on the ground in the Xuanguang Mirror.

Elder Withered Shadow was a little moved, he never expected that Zhao Jiuge, this kid, would be even more ruthless than his elite disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall, but Zhao Jiuge would kill Zhen Yan if he said he would, and it was inevitable that there would be some trouble, after all, the chief disciple was different from other disciples, not to mention that it was still Zhen Yan, a peerless genius, after all, Zhen Yan's fall made the high-level of the Hundred Beast Valley feel distressed.

Because with the fall of Zhen Yan, dozens of powerful breaths have erupted, from the crowd, these dozens of breaths are all people and horses in the Hundred Beast Valley, either elders or high-level figures, their strength is in the Linghai Realm and the Dao Yuan Realm, and their mood fluctuations are relatively large, obviously they are angry about Zhen Yan's fall.

Su San finally recovered at this time, and he had a clear understanding of this reality, and then the cultivation aura of the Dao Yuan realm burst out, his eyes were red, his words were full of killing intent, and he said in a cold voice, "When this kid comes out, I must let him die well, it's not so simple to die, let him taste the taste of being tortured." ”

Fu Qingzhen was also a little shocked by this scene, but there was some schadenfreude in his heart, and he had to make a complicated expression on the surface, and suddenly he had an idea in his heart, although he failed to hit the reputation of Xuantian Sword Sect this time, but this matter at the moment undoubtedly gave Fu Qingzhen a little inspiration, and seemed to have found a little opportunity and an opportunity.

Looking at the dozens of high-level people in the Hundred Beast Valley, they were all angry, and there was some silence in the crowd, quietly watching the evolution of the situation, and some people even looked at the high-level figures of the Xuantian Sword Gate.

"If I really have no one in my Xuantian Sword Sect, I want to see today, how did you do it to my Xuantian Sword Sect disciples, how about borrowing your ten guts?"

Hearing Su San's words, Elder Xue Qingfeng, who had the most short temper, couldn't help but reply, he didn't believe that the Hundred Beast Valley was so bold, and dared to teach the disciples of his sect in front of them, in that case, it would inevitably seem that their old guys were too incompetent and couldn't even protect their own disciples.

Although Elder Wanyue and Elder Withered Shadow did not speak, they frowned, their attitude was obvious, as long as they were there, it was impossible to allow others to do something to their sect disciples, no matter whether their sect disciples were wrong or wrong, no matter how it was, it would not be the turn of others to teach them, as for a hundred beast valley, the Xuantian Sword Sect might not really take it seriously.

Fu Qingzhen was silent, including Song Chucai and the Troll King, the three of them just glanced at each other, and they understood each other's intentions, at this time they did not stand up and help the Hundred Beast Valley, but deliberately wanted to see the progress of the matter, let the Hundred Beast Valley be a chess piece, test the confidence and strength of the Xuantian Sword Gate, and plan for the next step.

"Why do you need to borrow ten guts from me, even if you annoy me, I will do the same and kill my disciples, can we disciples of the Valley of Hundred Beasts easily kill me?"

Su San may be because of the fall of his apprentice, too much atmosphere, or maybe he has been suppressed for too long, he has long been dissatisfied with the practice of the Xuantian Sword Gate, and at this moment, he directly broke out, in his opinion, if anyone prevents him from killing Zhao Jiuge, then he will do it together, even if he does not hesitate to deal with the Xuantian Sword Gate, although their Hundred Beast Valley is not as good as the Holy Land, but they still have some strength and heritage.

As soon as Su San's words came out, the dozens of high-level officials of the Hundred Beast Valley who came with Su San immediately stood beside Su San, and their breath was exposed, without the slightest concealment, obviously looking at the tense appearance and wanting to make a move.

"Hmph, the skills of the disciples of my sect are not as good as others, and besides, it's embarrassing to bully a junior at such an age? Besides, the previous sect martial arts competitions will die if they die, you have this kung fu to toss with me, it is better to go back and teach the disciples of your sect. The corners of Xue Qingfeng's mouth were hooked, full of some faint sarcasm, obviously very disdainful of Su San's statement, even if there were more than a dozen people, Xue Qingfeng didn't care much, let alone pay attention to it.