Chapter 215: A Visitor from the Demon Clan
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[Ran^Text^Library] []. [774] [buy]. []215 The feeling transmitted to him from this voice was that the owner of the body voice was probably not inferior to his master's cultivation! His master was almost an immortal figure, and in the face of such a person, he could hardly even raise the will to resist! This is absolute level suppression, this is the gap in the origin of life! Just like an ant facing an elephant, like a snake meeting a dragon! Trembling, Liu Yun's body began to tremble slightly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info is just a single voice, and it forces people to this point, powerful, extremely terrifying! There is a middle-aged scribe standing quietly in the sky, no one knows when he came or where he came from, he seems to be standing there all the time, and it is as if there is no one standing there at all! Heaven and man are one! He is completely one with everything around him, and without looking at it, he can never sense a person standing there! From the moment he heard the voice, Liu Yun's spirit was highly nervous, and he swept around with his nascent primordial spirit, but he didn't even capture the figure of the middle-aged scribe! He looked at the middle-aged scribe in the sky with his eyes closed, and a little bitterness quietly appeared on the corner of his mouth. The middle-aged scribe finally opened his eyes, he glanced down, and finally fixed his gaze firmly on Liu Yun and never took his eyes off: You are Liu Yun. Every muscle on his body tensed, beads of sweat rushed out from every pore on his body, and in an instant, his clothes were completely wet, and the vitality in his body was surging wildly, ready to make a final struggle! He knew that this was probably useless, and if the middle-aged scribe wanted to kill him, I was afraid he wouldn't even have a chance to fight back! But how could he be willing to be killed like this? After saying this, the middle-aged scribe closed his eyes again, he clasped his hands in front of his chest, and the two fingers of his left hand gently alternated with each other on his right arm, back and forth, so leisurely! After a long time, he said: The holy relic is really in your hands! Then, hand it over! Just now, it seemed that he had done nothing, he had already used the secret method of the clan to find out that Liu Yun really had the aura of the holy relic of his clan! Although it was extremely deep hidden, although this aura was extremely weak, how could he not perceive it? As these words came out, an overwhelming coercion smashed towards Liu Yun like a flash flood, completely submerging him in just a moment! Under this majestic coercion, the mountain rocks were crushed into powder! No one could still face this middle-aged scribe with peace of mind, Su Chen and the others looked at the men in the sky, and that kind of coercion made them sweat wet, gasping for breath, and there was already a storm in their hearts! This coercion was not directed at them! What kind of oppression should Liu Yun who was at the center of coercion suffer? Under this coercion, Liu Yun had almost lost his will, and there was no divine light in his wooden eyes! His whole body was paralyzed, and he just knelt on the ground so softly! However, there was a certain angry will in his heart that was fiercely stimulating the last remaining bit of clarity of his Zhihai Yuan Shen! No! No!! how could he be simply taken care of like this! How could he die without dignity! He was Liu Yun, he was not a soft egg! This bit of anger surged wildly in his body like a flame, instantly igniting every cell in his body! His face flushed, white steam rose from his body, his whole body was hot, and a violent aura frantically gathered in his body! He opened his eyes weakly but firmly, and looked at the man in the sky who gave him endless terror, and the killing intent that did not match Xiu Wei shot straight out from the bottom of his eyes and stabbed at the scribe! The middle-aged scribe glanced at Liu Yun in surprise, what he unleashed was not just a simple momentum coercion, he also used a secret method of the demon clan to specifically oppress the soul, the soul storm! Although he did not use all his strength, it was absolutely impossible for a person who had just refined qi and transformed into a god to withstand it! But Liu Yun withstood it! The middle-aged scribe smiled lightly, and began to mumble in an extremely strange tone, an extremely strange syllable string of formulas, and at the same time, he pinched the formulas in his hand, and layers of strange fluctuations circulated in this space like ripples. Liu Yun's body shook violently, this strange aura made him extremely uncomfortable, he tried hard to break free from the influence of this fluctuation, but it was useless! The middle-aged scribe's lips were buzzing more and more rapidly, and the pinching speed was getting faster and faster! Liu Yun's heart had sunk to the bottom, and his body's flexibility had become almost non-existent under this abnormal fluctuation! At this moment, he was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered! An unusually small voice suddenly remembered in his heart, and at the same time, the pressure on his body suddenly lightened! The feeling of regaining his mobility really gave him a strong sense of luck! The voice said: Run! It's Ruoli! Liu Yun's body jumped out at the fastest speed, and fled out of the formation! Ruoli Hongniang appeared in the sky silently, they stood hand in hand, Ruoli said softly: Dignified and half-immortal, he actually attacked a junior, the demon clan has really declined! The middle-aged scribe saw Ruoli, his face was full of holy and pious looks, he knelt in the air on his knees, folded his hands, bowed to Ruoli Hongniang, and said: Welcome to the Holy Spirit. There was a gentle smile on the corner of the matchmaker's mouth, and she said: Welcome, what is the mantra you just recited? The mantra of Fang Cai is the French language left by the ancestor of the demon clan to restrain the power of the matchmaker, and now it is recited by the middle-aged scribe, and its meaning is revealed. The middle-aged scribe said with a stiff look on his face: Lord Holy Spirit, in order to find out your true body, please forgive me for making such a decision, it is all the little demon who deserves to die! Ruoli raised his hand that was more delicate and tender than a woman, his slender fingers were as crystal as jade, he looked at the ten fingers carefully, on the ten fingers, a little dark flame was jumping gently, he had been looking at it for a long time without speaking, the cold moonlight shone on this destroyed mountain forest was especially lonely, the breeze was blowing, gentle and delicate. "With your skills, if I refuse to go back, how many layers do you have to take us back?" The middle-aged scribe's face changed greatly, and he said with a solemn face: Then, the little demon can only be offended! The moment this sentence fell, a broken body that was unbearable to witness was thrown into the Nine Coffins God Slaughter Array, it was Liu Yun! He was seriously injured by someone! Su Chen's eyes flashed with a trace of extremely distorted pleasure when he saw this scene! This guy didn't run away! He didn't run away! And almost killed him! The matchmaker raised her eyes and looked not far away, where a tall and burly young man with a huge gun on his back walked slowly, and with every step, a deep pit was left on the ground, and with every step, the mountains shook for a while! Liu Yun lay on the ground in a daze, his body twitched unnaturally, and it was this man with a big gun who was so seriously injured in one move! Fortunately, this man did not use all his strength, otherwise, he would have been slapped into a pulp! Extremely terrifying and terrifying, no weaker than a middle-aged scribe! The matchmaker's face, which has always been gentle as water, is as cold as frost at the moment, she stares at the man with the big gun, and the killing intent is undisguised from her eyes! The middle-aged scribe has a wry smile on his face, this guy is still so impulsive! Why can't he change his temper after thousands of years! Now, if he offends the Holy Spirit, he can only fight! Support support and ask for support...