The pale white light revealed the jade to ward off evil spirits in the blink of an eye, washing Yang Zhao's already empty meridian qi, a wave passed, and a wave came.

And in this gap where the vitality is exhausted, there is also such an abundant energy infusion, which is no different from a vivid hair washing marrow.

The qi veins and meridians and blood vessels are instantly transparent under this wave of timely rain-like yin fire, and the pleasure of resurrection from the dead cannot be overstated.

From the loss of qi and blood to the perfection of energy, it is just a blink of an eye, and the power of the forbidden absorption can no longer pose a threat to Yang Zhao, until the prohibition works perfectly on its own, and the suction power disappears automatically.

At this moment, the second layer of clear light peels off.

Yang Zhao was stunned and hadn't reacted yet, but the extremely mysterious induction that had been born from decades of continuous cultivation instantly gave a sharp warning.

And at this moment, the depths of his bone marrow turned out to be cold.

He suddenly thought that as Lu Xu, the most amazing and brilliant master in the cultivation realm for thousands of years, he was the only cultivator known to people who had embarked on the path of entering the demon.

Although the result was still a fiasco, with this feat alone, he was able to steadily overwhelm the many masters of the righteous and demonic realms in the current cultivation realm.

How Lu Xu's cultivation is, you can imagine it.

So, as the essence of Lu Xuan and Lu Wuxiu, the jade warding off evil spirits can make him recover his old view by dividing such a layer of clear light, so what will happen if he goes up a few more layers?

Before he could figure it out, the third, fourth, and fifth layers ...... Nine layers of clear light. Peeling off in turn, the interval time is getting shorter and shorter, and the energy of the qi machine is also rising higher and higher.

When the most dim ninth layer of clear light was peeled off, a huge power far greater than the sum of the previous eight layers of clear light energy exploded, and Yang Zhao didn't even snort, and then passed out.

The limbs seemed to be torn, and it seemed to be ruined into ashes by this light, but this feeling was very familiar to Yang Zhao.

In a trance. He seemed to see several strange figures distorted in the mist. Then I heard a sharp wind blowing through my ears, and it seemed to be desperate to the extreme, and began to tear my heart and lungs, so that I kneaded the whole internal organs upside down. And squeak. The pain of squeezing into minced meat.

Voiceless. You owe me!

The shadow of the green dress and skirt gradually approached, and the clear gaze fell on the body of a blue-shirted monk. It's like a fire.

Of course, he will not ignore the alienation and indifference between the two people.

And just like that, the two passed by.

Qingyin, you bear me!

Qingyin seemed to hear the shout of the blue-shirted monk, and the figure looked back, and the cold arc was like a slightly curved blade, passing by, but it walked in front of another white-clothed monk.

When Yang Zhao saw this, his heart was suddenly chilled by the shout of the blue-shirted monk, and his heart rose sharply, he struggled hard, wanting to tear off the pain on his body, and then threw it out heavily, and wanted to see the faces of the monks in blue and white clothes, he wanted to know what was going on!

But the blood in his body seemed to turn into venom, eroding every part of his body, and he began to laugh wildly, about to take it off, to take it off!

He had to throw out his pain one by one, and then get out of this fog and start to find a path of his own!

However, one strange voice after another began to sound in Yang Zhao's mind, and some strange words continued to be issued: "Senior brother, don't blame me, blame yourself, you said that if you have the slightest idea of being sorry for me in this life, let it ...... Let me cut off your head with my own hands!"

Chop off your head with your own hands......

Yang Zhao was stunned when he heard the conversation between the three of them, who are you, is it......

Thinking of this, he looked at the three figures in the mist, and began to mumble to himself: "What the hell is going on? Could it be that there is another hidden meaning in the events of the past, is it that what I understand is an illusion at all?"

He thought that he was a little tired, and raised his head to look at the sky, where there seemed to be a pair of bright eyes, smiling, and putting a trace of wonderful breath, a little bet, straight into his heart.

He was stunned and said with a wry smile: "Thief God...... What does this have to do with me!"

The eyes in the sky also seem to be smiling bitterly, and that trace of cool breath is still continuous and refreshing.

In a trance, the white-clothed monk's voice sounded, long and elegant, as if sitting on the South Dipper Peak, feeling the sword qi that could reach the power of heaven and earth, and the path of cultivation that Lu Wu had heard tailored for him.

Yang Zhao felt the breath coming from the jade evil spirit, slowly opened his eyes, and a wave of pain immediately hit, making him almost faint again.

In front of the dim vision, the face of the jumper who was terrified to despair loomed, and later, Yun Luan's pretty face also appeared.

"Are you alright?" Before the dress could speak, Yun Luan asked first, and there was a look of worry or annoyance in her eyes.

"Are you fooling us? Although my sister and I have lived for a long time, we at least want to live for so long, don't you be angry...... Even if you want to die, you have to wait until you get out of this polar ban!"

Although Yang Zhao's muscles twitched in pain, he still barely smiled when he heard this.

Maybe the three of them didn't win or lose in the battle for life and death, but Yun Luan still suffered by himself after all, throwing himself into an unknown fate.

He wasn't happy about it, he was going to die first, happy fart! He just thought it was ridiculous, so ridiculous that he couldn't help but want to laugh wildly.

Maybe it was because of the change in mood, or maybe it was because the method in the jade evil spirit began to self-regulate, and the pain that almost broke and destroyed the body gradually disappeared, he clenched his fist, but he felt that his fingers were still rising, as if there was an air mass against the palm of his hand, not allowing the five fingers to close.

At this time, the palm of the dress was also attached to the back of his heart, radiating a qi machine to probe the situation in his body.

"The veins are smooth, but the aura is overloaded, and there seems to be a foreign body in the Yuan Ying Zhi Hai, which oppresses the operation of the true element. Looking at its qualitative nature, it seems that it is not in the same vein as the exercises you cultivate, but it is really too pure and powerful. Originally, the power of the instant explosion could push you to the point that there was no ash left, but you seem to be able to pass through the side door, and you have extremely wonderful exercises to buffer in the middle. It's just that the situation is still not optimistic......"

The jumpsuit is worthy of being a rare wonderful person outside the world, and he said the crux of Yang Zhao's body with one word, but soon Yun Luan also had doubts, and he also put his palm on his back.

After a while, Yun Luan's face suddenly changed, he glanced at Yang Zhao deeply, and asked, "That foreign body is clearly a person who has achieved cultivation, and the whole body is condensed and transformed into the purest Great Tonic Pill, where did you get it?" (To be continued......)