Listening to the sound coming from the whirlwind, Erlang God and the deity Zhuang You gathered the Yuan Force in their bodies with great concern, and instilled all of them into their respective immortal blades.

And the Ninety-Five Emperors sensed the energy fluctuations transmitted from the whirlwind, and their faces became more and more gloomy. In his impression, Yao Ji didn't seem to have the ability to make this move.

Just as he was confused, the golden sword bundle that had been carried by the pink-colored whirlwind and swirled upwards gradually dimmed, and a slight crack began to appear from the tip of the sword.

"Click-"

A subtle crisp sound sounded from the whirlwind that stopped suddenly, and the Ninety-Five Emperor shook his shoulders before he unloaded the strength to bounce back. He glanced at Yaoji, who had returned to normal, and felt a hint of panic in his heart.

Where is the source of this panic? He couldn't figure it out. But he knew that he couldn't let her and Erlang God go today. The idea of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots became more and more intense to infect all his emotions at that moment.

"Ninety-five Emperors, how about my sleeve dance whirlwind?" Yao Ji looked at the murderous Ninety-Five Emperors with some sarcasm, and a surge of anger from her heart made her burn a strong battle intent.

The deity Zhuang You and Erlang God glanced at each other, urging Yuan Li to fly behind Yao Ji. But as soon as they stood firm, Yao Ji swept forward, and casually waved a few rays of Yuan Force into the void, forming a layer of light with a faint golden color.

The Ninety-Five Emperor snorted with some disdain, and after enduring a few endurances, he couldn't hold back after a while, so he said: "The calf protector also has to have capital." Yaoji, you are a sinner of our Nine-Clawed Dragon Clan. In the past, I remembered the love between our brothers and sisters, suppressed you, and gave you a chance to change. Now that you are killing yourself, don't blame me for ignoring my brotherhood. ”

Seeing the golden light blazing on the body of the Ninety-Five Emperors, although Yao Ji realized a trace of danger, she did not retreat. She didn't know when there was a water-pink gauze scarf in her hand, and before the Ninety-Five Emperor summoned the Ploughing Heavenly Sword, she saw that the light and shadow of the Yuan Force that came out of the Dao Dao towards the dance steps were all shrouded in the void where he was.

"Big brother, let's see if my sister Water Lotus Phoenix Dance has grown? This is what I transformed when I had nothing to do at the foot of Qianren Mountain. It's also for you, don't let down your little sister's hard work. Back then, you liked me to dance with a veil the most. ”

If you don't know Yao Ji and the Ninety-Five Emperors, you may think that this beautiful dance is a performance dedicated to Brother Dang by a sister. But the Ninety-Five Emperors knew in their hearts that the Water Lotus Phoenix Dance was the name of Yao Ji's cultivation method.

He also knew that when Yao Ji danced the appearance of the water lotus in full bloom, the attack from the stamen of the flower would not only imprison the void, but also bring the viewer into a kind of illusion.

As long as you enter the illusion realm, unless you have a strong mind and are not confused, or your Yuan Force cultivation is higher than that of a dancer, you will be tormented by your past memories and your life is worse than death.

"The immortals show the way. ”

The Ninety-Five Emperors didn't know what Yao Ji had done in the years when she was suppressed, but from that dance step, he found a fluctuation of Yuan Force that was higher than a while, and deliberately created an illusion that seemed peaceful but dangerous.

Yao Ji, who was dancing, saw the Nine Five Emperors sacrifice the Heavenly Sword that killed the evil dragon, and immediately bit the tip of her tongue and spit out a mouthful of essence blood into the narrow space where the water lotus phoenix danced.

Just as those essence blood melted into the light shield, a cloud of blood wrapped in hatred swallowed the sword bundle of the "Immortal Guiding the Way" extremely strangely, and gradually stripped out the hidden mind.

Seeing that his transparent mind was pulled out of the sword bundle by Yao Ji's blood, the Ninety-Five Emperor felt a little weird. So, he pointed at her with his sword and shouted angrily: "Yao Ji, do you dare? The Ploughing Heaven Sword is the treasure of my clan, do you want to scatter your soul?"

As soon as the words came out, the Ninety-Five Emperors realized that they had made a mistake that an idiot would not make. At this time, Yao Ji, who had fallen into a state of madness, was still afraid of the treasure of the town.

Yao Ji didn't speak, in addition to not wanting to waste her lips and tongues, she also knew that she couldn't give the Ninety-Five Emperors any chance. So, she tugged at his mind and went from her navel.

If this is the only way to crack the Heavenly Ploughing Sword, the Ninety-Five Emperors may want to cry without tears. But the fact of the matter is that not only did he not panic. He also looked up to the sky and laughed.

As the laughter came to an abrupt end, his mind was in a slight trance, and the Yuan Force that poured out of the sea of dantian qi forcibly broke through the illusion that was lingering in front of him.

"Flying across the sky. ”

The Ninety-Five Emperor let out a low snort, and then urged the Yuan Force in the Dantian Qi Sea to come out, and hurriedly attacked Yao Ji's navel. He knew that as long as she broke through her dantian qi sea, the grievances and grievances that had entangled them for two generations would be written off.

The deity Zhuang You and Erlang God were anxious in their eyes when they saw it, but they couldn't break through the layer of light with a stubborn smell that Yao Ji blocked in front of them.

"Erlang, you protect the Dharma for me, I will first use the Nuwa stone to repair the mixed Yuan Ding, maybe we have the possibility of rushing over. When the time comes, you want to pull the eldest lady over, and it's a big deal that we will fall into the Three Realms Abyss again. ”

Benzun Zhuang lobbied, and his subordinates did not make the slightest delay, took out the piece of Nuwa Stone at the spiritual level and threw it away in the Mixed Yuan Dingzhong. Erlang God smiled bitterly, standing behind him with a three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, his eyes staring at the direction where Yao Ji was for a moment, unabashedly revealing a heavy worry.

Because of this time, the Yuan Force of the Ninety-Five Emperors had already followed his mind into Yao Ji's navel. Speaking of which, this trick is ruthless enough. After seeing that Da Yaoji did not hesitate to break the sword with his body, the Ninety-Five Emperor immediately turned his heart sideways, and wanted to explode Yaoji's body directly with brutality, and then let that trace of mind turn into a sword to kill her Yuan Shen.

This is the number of ways to fight ruthlessly. But the Ninety-Five Emperors still underestimated Yao Ji's determination. Just when he thought that she was at the end of her rope and would accept being killed by herself, she smiled at him.

There was a little playfulness and ridicule in that smile, and there was also a hint of relief that my wish was fulfilled. In addition, she made a move that surprised him even more, and actually used the Yuan Force to speed up the absorption of the Yuan Force attacking her.

The Ninety-Five Emperor was furious, and scolded sharply: "Yao Ji, as a descendant of the Nine-Clawed King Dragon, you actually cultivated the Swallowing Yuan of the Evil Dragon Clan. What's the difference between that and being enchanted?"

Yao Ji smiled sadly, and replied to the Ninety-Five Emperor: "What is a demon? As the master of the Immortal Realm, you are not doing the job of enriching your own pockets, thinking about the chair that rules the Three Realms. But today you can't. ”

"Click-"

Seeing that his Yuan Power was continuously entering Yao Ji's body, the Ninety-Five Emperor had no choice but to wave his palm as a knife to cut off the sword bundle that "flew across the sky".

"Poof—"

This kind of way similar to a man's self-palace made the Ninety-Five Emperor unable to bear the sullen pain of attacking the dantian qi sea, and took a few steps backwards before standing firm. But the mouthful of blood that surged up was not pressed back by the chaotic Yuan Force after all, but spewed a blood flower towards the void in front of him.

The Ninety-Five Emperor didn't care about wiping off the blood stains that remained at the corners of his mouth, took out a Huiyuan Golden Pill from his storage belt and swallowed it. At the same time, he once again summoned the Heavenly Ploughing Sword that had retracted into the sea of qi, and mobilized the gradually stabilizing Yuan Force to instill it into the sword body.

When the sword light of the sword condensed into a shining miniature little swallow, the Ninety-Five Emperor adjusted his breath, and then pointed at Yao Ji who was sitting cross-legged in the air.

"Whoosh-"

I only heard a swift sound of breaking wind, and the glittering little swallow pierced through the void and ran away. Its target is Yaoji's eyebrows. Although the outer protective light film blocked it, reducing the attack of the little swallow's attack, it still failed to let it fall to the ground.

At the moment when Erlang God screamed, a misty golden light emanated from Yaoji's body, and there were signs of melting the little swallow away.

Seeing this scene, a bitter smile appeared on the originally calm face of the Ninety-Five Emperors. He glanced at Yaoji, who was hard enough on himself, and realized in his heart that time had changed everything. She was no longer the same princess Yao who had him holding hands and wandering around the fairy world when he was a child, and he was no longer the ninety-five pony who could carry her on his shoulders and run in the wind.

"Yaoji, what about your breakthrough? I'm the Great Luo God who has been breaking through for many years. "The words of the Ninety-Five Emperor are like swords, piercing the void and piercing into Yao Ji's ears, wanting to disturb her last step of consolidating Peiyuan.

But judging from Yao Ji's unmoved performance, he realized that he was wrong again. It was only then that he realized that today's situation was caused by himself. He thought, if he had let her go, what would have happened to him?

As he pondered for the thought that had popped into him, Yao Ji jumped up from the space where he was sitting cross-legged. Although the Yuan Li cultivation she obtained could only last for a few pillars of incense, it was enough for her to fight with the Ninety-Five Emperors.

But things don't work out that way. She seemed to have neglected the consequences of their brother and sister's jade burning. In addition to the deity Zhuang You and Erlang Divine Beings who are repairing the Mixed Yuan Ding, I am afraid that the void with the Three Realms Abyss as the center will be blown out of a big hole that is difficult to repair.

In this way, it will be an excellent opportunity for the alien races who have been watching the Three Realms to invade on a large scale. At that time, within the Three Realms, there may be more than just an alien force of the Heaven Cultivator King.

When the Ninety-Five Emperor spread out his hair and pulled out the hairpin pinned to his hair, a look of horror appeared on Yao Ji's face. She subconsciously glanced around, calculating the best way to retreat.

"Yaoji, you forced me. You accept the punishment of the nine-clawed dragon hairpin. The Ninety-Five Emperor said angrily, and bit the tip of his tongue, and wanted to spit out his blood at the hairpin held in front of him.

At this moment, a figure exuding a peaceful light suddenly tore through the void, and stretched out his hand to wave a wave of Buddha's light power, shattering the essence blood of the nine-clawed king dragon that had already been exported.

Without waiting for the Ninety-Five Emperor to come back to his senses, he pointed to the location of the deity Zhuang You and Erlang God from afar, allowing them to walk into the temporarily set up spatial isolation zone and blocking everyone's listening.

"Ninety-five Emperors, Princess Yaoji, after all these years, you still can't untie the knots in your hearts? By doing this today, you can dissolve the hatred in your heart. But where do you put the life and death of the Three Realms at stake?"

Facing the torture from the Buddha, the Ninety-Five Emperor shook his head with long hair, and there was a wave of anger in his heart for no reason. He casually slapped away the power of the Buddha's light across his eyes, trying to puncture his index finger, preparing to activate the nine-clawed dragon hairpin again and open the sniper light array to clean up the disdainful descendants in the clan.

The Buddha helplessly glanced at the Ninety-Five Emperors who had fallen into a state of madness, and immediately recited the Vajra mantra. Listening to those Sanskrit words poured into his ears, the anger in the heart of the Ninety-Five Emperors finally showed a hint of dissipation.